Charity Events

Chapter 5: Plunging In

Despite her earlier resolve, Charity was nervous as Janice pulled the car into the driveway and drove toward the faraway mansion. She was having second thoughts about this adventure but kept reminding herself that it was all being done for the stories.

That afternoon, Charity and Janice had bathed together. Janice explained that, as long as she had a slavegirl, she wanted to be pampered. Charity shampooed and washed her temporary mistress and Janice reciprocated. Janice made sure that the tub stayed warm by occasionally turning the faucet on to add more hot water. Charity was actually enjoying the experience. It was fun to gab like schoolgirls with her aunt and she loved it when Janice pampered her by shampooing her hair. Then, for the longest time, Charity laid back in the tub against the older woman. Janice wrapped her arms around her niece and held her. It was one loving naked body leaning against another loving naked body.

Finally, Janice announced that they would start to look like prunes if they didn't get out soon. But she said that she wanted to shave Charity first. Charity honestly had no desire to return to the pre-pubescent look, but because of her earlier decision, she popped up and perched herself on the side of the tub.

"Yes, Mistress," she said as she spread her legs wide to make it easier for her aunt.

"Good girl," said Janice. Then she used a bar of soap to lather up her hands and rubbed the suds into the pubic patch. A few swipes of the razor later and Charity was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Janice tilted her head forward and kissed the denuded pubic mound. "You are such a good girl."

Janice stopped the car at the front of the house where a valet helped the ladies from the car and then took the car away. Both women were wearing trench coats to cover their near nudity and were ushered into the house by a doorman.

Janice had a momentary panic attack when she realized that both the doorman and the valet were dressed normally and she wondered if she had overdone, or rather underdone, their costumes. But her fears were set to rest as they were greeted inside by a petite maid.

They could tell that she was a maid by the little white cap that she wore and the lacy white apron. But other than those two clues and a white collar around her neck, they saw that the girl was naked. A fine gold chain ran between each of her pierced nipples and it swayed as she curtseyed to the new arrivals.

"Welcome to Falcon Roost," she said. "May I take your coats?"

"Yes please," replied Janice as she turned to allow the maid to remove her coat. Charity noticed that Janice's nipples were rock hard and she knew that hers were too. The maid removed Charity's coat, revealing the near-naked slavegirl, and then hung both coats in the closet.

"Please follow me to the sitting room," instructed the maid.

"Mistress!" whispered Charity. "My veil!"

"Oh, I nearly forgot," nodded Janice. "Give us just a minute," she said to the maid. Then she walked back to her coat and pulled out the veil, attaching it on Charity's head to protect her identity.

"Mustn't forget these," she said, holding up the red baubles. Then she lifted Charity's right breast, flicked the nipple a few times until it had the desired stiffness, and clamped the pendant to the breast. She repeated the action with the second breast but used her tongue instead of her finger, much to Charity's surprise.

The maid then led them to the sitting room where about a dozen people were chatting and enjoying cocktails. Claire was the first to notice the new pair and she rushed to Janice, giving her a hug.

"You look smashing, love," Claire admired. "So daring and yet so dominant. And what a lovely slavegirl you have." She gave Charity a hug and watched as Charity blushed. Charity had met Clair on many occasions and she realized that Janice's friend would probably recognize her. She just hoped that there weren't many others who would figure out who she was.

Claire and Janice chatted for a few minutes, which gave Charity an opportunity to survey the room. Some of the guests were clearly dressed as dominants and some were clearly costumed as slaves. As a general rule, dominants wore more clothing and that clothing tended to be black. Whips, crops and paddles dangling from waists were also a dead give away.

Submissives tended to be naked, or mostly naked and tended to be kneeling. Charity counted seven slaves other than herself. Four of them were women who ranged in age from about eighteen or nineteen to fortyish. All were very attractive and, surprisingly, none of them seemed to be embarrassed or uncomfortable with their situation.

One of the slaves was a male in his mid-twenties. He was lean and athletic-looking and did not seem to have a hair on his toned body other than on his head. He was kneeling beside a thirtyish woman who was sitting and talking with a male dominant. He was also completely naked except for a leather band that went around the base of his cock and his scrotum. This had the effect of pulling his cock, which was semi-erect, down slightly while, at the same time, stretching his balls away from his body and stretching them upward.

The last two slaves were a man and woman in their early thirties. Charity almost gasped when she recognized the woman as one of her professors at the college and was very thankful that she had the veil. The woman had a ring piercing each nipple and wore a collar with a gold tag dangling in front of it, which she could not read. Other than that, she was naked. The man had a matching collar with another gold tag but was naked except for that.

Charity looked at the dominant who was sitting between the kneeling couple and gasped. He was another one of her professors. And he was staring intently at her.

Charity felt a change come over her at that instant. Somehow, she became one of the characters from one of her stories. She was a slavegirl. She was her aunt's property for the night. And that seemed right. Everything was as it should be.

"What do you think, beautiful slave?" Claire's voice shook her out of her reverie.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I wasn't listening."

Claire laughed. "How quickly they get lost in sub space. I was asking what you thought about your Mistress' outfit."

"I think it's beautiful. I think she's beautiful," Charity quickly responded. "I'm very lucky to have such a loving and beautiful owner." She heard herself say the words but wondered where they came from.

"Yes you are. What is your name slave girl?"

Charity thought quickly. She couldn't very well use her real name, especially with two of her teachers in the room. "Athena, Mistress."

"Athena," mused Claire. "Yes, you are a little goddess." Claire reached up and tugged lightly on each of the pendants, stretching the nipples and causing Charity's eyes to open wide in response. "You are very lucky to have Janice as a mistress."

Claire led Janice and Charity around the room, introducing them to each of the dominants. The dominants would, in turn, introduce their "slaves." Charity was amazed to learn that the naked man and woman were actually husband and wife and that they were introduced by their real names. She was surprised that Professor Wallings would not want to protect her identity more and was surprised that she had been able to convince her husband to go along with the costumes, or lack thereof.

Professor Bascomb had continued to stare at her throughout the tour of introductions, making Charity increasingly nervous. Had the professor recognized her? She couldn't imagine how. Most of her recognizable features were covered and the parts of her that were exposed were parts that he had never seen before. But it was still disconcerting to have his eyes on her.

Guests continued to arrive and the room started to become crowded, causing the party to spread out a bit. Janice led Charity outdoors to the patio where several others had gathered. It was there that Professor Bascomb approached the two women.

"Lovely slave you have there. But I'm curious. Why no collar?"

"Thank you," replied Janice. "And she isn't wearing a collar tonight because I didn't think that it went with her outfit."

Professor Bascomb nodded. "But she is your slave?"

"Yes, I assure you that she is my slave. I own every square inch of her," Janice said. She emphasized her point by reaching up and squeezing one of Charity's breasts. Charity was embarrassed by this and felt her cheeks blushing. It was one thing to be naked in public. It was another thing entirely to be fondled in front of a stranger.

"Why do you cover her face?" asked the professor.

"I think it adds to the mystery and allure. I have seen you watching her. You are obviously curious. You might not be so interested if there was no mystery."

"Oh, but I think I would still be interested. She's a beauty. How long have you owned her?"

"She's a recent addition," said Janice. "In fact, this is the first time I've had her in public."

"And it's the first time I've met you at one of these," observed the professor. "And I know that I would have remembered you if I met you. You are quite beautiful yourself."

This caused Janice to blush. "Thank you, Professor."

"Please call me Hal," he smiled as he lifted Janice's hand to his lips and kissed it. "And you are quite welcome. I hope that we will be seeing more of you in the future."

Janice giggled and shook her chest causing her breasts to bounce back and forth. "Well I don't know if I dare show more than I already am."

The two dominants hit it off well and continued chatting. Charity stood by silently and worried about what a friendship between the two could lead to. "Thank god for veils," she thought.

"How long have you owned your slaves?" asked Janice.

"About three years," responded Hal, surprising Charity. What did that mean? "But they are both part-timers. They make themselves available to me whenever I summon them."

"And how did you come to own them?"

"A lapse in judgment on her part. An indiscretion that could have cost her job and possibly landed her in prison. It was simply a matter of pointing out the wisdom of submitting to my will in exchange for my silence."

"Ah," commented Janice. "Blackmail."

"Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as a contractual agreement. I provided my silence. She provided me with a deed to her body and that of her husband."

"How was he convinced to be owned?" asked Janice.

"I'm not exactly sure what she said to him," responded Hal. "I never asked. But that was the deal. She had to deliver a contract with two signatures. And she did that. It was a bit of an adjustment for him, but he seems to be coping now."

Janice nodded. "I never would have thought about owning a couple. It must keep you busy."

Hal smiled. "Well they aren't live-in. That truly would wear me out. And I only summon them once or twice a week. And usually, I only summon one of them at a time. I only have both of them together about once a month."

Charity was getting really confused at this point. This was starting to sound like much more than role-playing at a costume party. Could Professor Wallings really be a slave? Could it be true that the professor had been a slave the entire time she had known her? And what about the other submissives at the party? Were they really slaves also?

"I'm sure that Bill is not real wild about when I summon him alone. But he's gotten used to a good buggering and has actually become quite accomplished with blowjobs."

Both Charity's and Janice's eyes opened wide at that last comment. They each had a hard time picturing Hal with his cock embedded in the ass of his colleague's husband.

"Will Athena be available for sampling later tonight?" asked Hal. This caused Charity's heart to jump into her throat.

"I'm afraid not. Tonight, she's just on display. I promise you that you can enjoy her at future gatherings, though."

Hal sighed and reached up to cup one of Charity's breasts in his palm. "A pity. But I will look forward to that future gathering."

Then, he reached up and lifted one of Janice's firm, full breasts. "And I will have to start to find ways of capturing you also. You would make two beautiful pets." Janice blushed again as the master held and caressed her exposed breast.

"Well, I must bet back to my pets," said Hal, finally. "After meeting the two of you, however, I'm thinking that I should have let them stay at home." Hal left them together on the patio as he went back into the house.

"Aunt Janice… I mean Mistress," whispered Charity as she leaned in toward her aunt. "I don't think this is a costume party."

Janice smiled and reached up to stroke the soft outer swells of Charity's breasts. She leaned forward and kissed her slavegirl's forehead. "It is for us," she replied.

"I mean I think these people are really slaves. And I know two of them. And they know me!"

Janice continued to let her fingers enjoy Charity's warm flesh and started to push the pendants back and forth with her thumbs. "I wondered about that. So you've taken classes with the professor? And who is the other one you recognize?"

"His slave, Mistress. She's another one of my professors."

"Really?" smiled Janice. "How interesting."