Wife of the Party

Chapter 13

On the day of the party, Ann arrived as scheduled. Laura had the box waiting for her and helped Ann to remove all of her clothing and jewelry. Then she led her back into the house.

"Aren't you excited?" asked Ann giddily as she walked behind the other beautiful slavegirl.

"Parties are always fun and exciting," replied Laura.

"Oh, I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself."

By five thirty, they had finished the preparations. They moved furniture around in the great room, set up the bar, cleared the dining room where the food was to be set up and laid out the silver. The food was being catered so no food preparation was needed.

Monique took her three slaves to her bedroom to help prepare her. She was going to be Alan's slave for the night but had agreed to meet him at the Chisholm home ahead of time so that she could arrive with him. The two girls ran a bath for her and then bathed their mistress. Steve mainly just stood in the background, waiting with a towel to dry Monique.

Monique decided that, for her second appearance as a slave, she should have the hairless look that she so much liked in her slaves. Laura lovingly lathered Monique's pubic area and then swiped a razor over the dark bush until Monique's sex was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Ann asked if she could have the same look and Laura repeated the motions on her. Ann was still keyed up and excited and she squirmed and squealed with each of Laura's touches.

"Laura, take her to my bed and calm her down," Monique instructed. "Steve can finish up."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Laura as she stood up. She took Ann's hand and led her to the bedroom. This time, there was no reluctance on Ann's part. She followed Laura and then laid back and parted her thighs when Laura helped her onto the bed. Laura laid on the bed between Ann's legs with her face at Ann's sex. Not only was Ann not reluctant, but she was enthusiastic. She reached down and grabbed Laura's thigh and repositioned her so that they were in a sixty nine position. Then, two tongues started working in unison.

"I need some calming too," announced Monique as she emerged from the bathroom with Steve in tow. She positioned Steve on the bed beside the two lovemaking women and then straddled him, lowering her body onto his massive shaft until she was fully impaled. She rode him for ten minutes until she heard the orgasmic whimpers coming from her two slavegirls. This pushed her over the edge into her own climax.

"Finish him off, Ann, Laura, come prepare me." Laura climbed off of Ann and followed her mistress to the vanity as Ann clambered onto Steve, sinking down onto his cock until it was embedded deep inside of her.

Laura was like a magician as she dried Monique's hair and styled it. Monique had decided to adopt the feline look that Laura had worn to one of Katherine's parties and watched as Laura teased her black hair into a wild looking mane. Dark eye shadow, fiery red lips and rouge to the nipples completed the look. Monique then pulled on some loose fitting clothes and left for her rendezvous with Alan. He had told her that he would be supplying her attire but told her not to wear anything tight. He did not want any lines left on her body from tight clothes.

Steve and Laura took Ann to their room where the two girls bathed together. Laura sat behind Ann in the tub and gave her another orgasm so she would be calm and collected for the party. Then Steve showered while Laura presided over the rest of Ann's preparations.

At eight o'clock, Steve was at the front door in his minimalist butler outfit again while Laura and Ann were kneeling at Pierre's feet in the great room. Both were naked and both looked stunning. They wore matching gold collars that tethered them to the ends of matching leashed. Laura's long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail while Ann's shorter brown hair was elegantly coiffed to frame her face. Laura's nipples were free of any jewelry since Ann's nipples were not pierced and Pierre wanted them to be as matched as possible. They knelt silently as each guest arrived and greeted their master.

Monique had been surprised when she arrived at the Chisholm home. Mark Chisholm was there with his father, which greatly embarrassed Monique. She was told to remove her clothes, which she obediently did. Then, both males slowly circled the naked woman, inspecting her beauty.

Alan had purchased a beautiful silver collar, which he held up for Monique to admire. It was finely patterned and had been engraved with, "Monique, property of the Chisholm men." Monique blushed again, not knowing what to make of this new development. She was to be Alan's slave for the night but he was only one Chisholm man. Was Mark going to be involved too?

The collar was fitted around her neck. It was snug but comfortable. Alan told Mark to see if she was wet and Monique obediently moved her feet apart to let the son feel between her legs. She was surprised, however, when he moved behind her and pressed her forward, bending her at the waist. Then she heard a zipper and, within moments, felt a cock slicing into her aroused sex.

"Yes, she's quite ready," Mark announced. He slipped out of her and tucked his cock back into his pants.

Monique received additional jewelry. A slender silver chain was wrapped around her waist and draped seductively over her hips. Finally, two silver baubles were attached to her nipples. At first, her nipples burned as the screws were tightened to hold them in place but she quickly adjusted to the pressure. She was left with just a stimulating heat. Alan flicked each of the baubles and they tinkled. She was wearing bells on her breasts. Her wrists were pulled behind her and beautiful silver cuffs held them behind her back. The outfit was completed by a cape being drawn over her head. It was really too warm for a cape, thought Monique, but it was better than being taken to the party naked. They went out to the car and Mark got into the drivers seat. Alan helped Monique into the back seat and then joined her.

"You are mine tonight," he announced as his hand slipped beneath the cape to cup one of the glorious breasts.

"Ours," corrected Mark.

"Yes, quite right," replied Alan as he gave the firm breast a squeeze. "You belong to us for tonight and until we give you back to your husband." Monique shuddered involuntarily. This was a twist she had not expected.

Monique had been so confident and assured the first time she had offered to be a slavegirl. Probably, that was because she was still the more experienced of the two. Now, she felt nervous and tentative. Maybe that's because the master was not a virgin to the lifestyle any more. Maybe it was because she was naked but for the cape in the backseat of the car. Perhaps it was because a man other than her husband had claimed her breast and was occasionally squeezing it. Or maybe it was because she had just been informed that she would be owned by a father and son until they decided to release her. How long would that be? Regardless of the cause, she was nervous.

She tried to will herself to relax and calm down. She had enjoyed her prior experience on the bottom, after all. In fact, she had found it thrilling to be on the other side for once. She was sure she would have fun again. She closed her eyes and waited for the next squeeze of her breast and then arched her back as if offering her chest to her master. He slid his hand to the other breast and held it as he leaned forward, kissing her and whispering, "you are such a good girl for me."

The car stopped and Monique took a deep breath to prepare herself to enter the house. She heard Mark open his door and opened her eyes slowly. She gasped as she realized they were not at her home for the party. Her eyes flew wide open and she looked around frantically, groaning as she realized where she was.

"Oh no. Not Katherine too!" she groaned again. She recognized her surroundings. They were parked just outside of Katherine's apartment.

"Hush, little one," Alan whispered into her ear. He let his thumb stroke the soft flesh of her breast as she held her close. "Shhhhh"

Monique shook her head in disbelief. She closed her eyes again to try to regroup and willed her body to relax. This was not what she expected at all. A car door opened and then closed.

"Your pet looks fabulous," she heard her daughter say. The other door opened and closed and she heard Mark start up the car again.

"Thank you," replied Alan. "She's my most prized possession."

"Our," corrected Mark again.

Alan laughed and squeezed Monique's breast again. "Yes, our most prized possession." Monique heard Katherine giggle and she just hoped that there were no more surprises in store for her tonight.

The car stopped again. Monique reluctantly opened her eyes for fear that there was another surprise but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was safe at home. "At least I'm home," she thought. "We'll see about safe."

"Let me help you, little one," said Alan graciously as he helped Monique out of the car. With her wrists secured behind her, it would have been an awkward struggle otherwise.

"You won't be needing this any longer," he said as he swiftly lifted the cape off of her, causing her to gasp and blush again. She hesitated to open her eyes, knowing the embarrassment she would feel at her daughter seeing her like this. Katherine had seen her naked and had even watched her having sex. But her daughter had never seen her as a slavegirl before. Finally, she did open her eyes and found Katherine standing right in front of her, smiling brightly.

Katherine reached out and lifted her mother's breasts in her hands, holding them as she continued to smile into Monique's eyes. She ran her eyes down Monique's body and spied the denuded sex. "I like the new look," she said, mimicking her mother's words from the weekend before. "I might have to get a collar for you."

Katherine released the breast and then she flicked the little baubles dangling from Monique's burning nipples. Katherine giggled and then flicked them again, causing the tinkling sound to repeat. "Your pet looks fabulous," she said to Alan. "And I think I really will get a collar."

Once inside the house, Monique felt relatively safe. Alan led her through the crowd, introducing himself and his new girl. Mark followed behind the pair and also introduced himself. Katherine disappeared shortly after arriving and Monique wondered where she went.

They finally reached Pierre at the other end of the room. Laura and Ann knelt on either side of him and he looked very pleased to have the two girls flanking him. Ann, however, looked visibly shaken when she saw her son standing before her, taking in her nudity.

"Very nice touch," admired Pierre as he ran his finger along Monique's collar, reading the inscription. It was Monique's turn to blush. She felt like telling her husband to enjoy the collar because it was the last time he would see her in one but she thought better of it and remained silent.

"I was hoping you would not mind," replied Alan.

"Mind? Not at all. She looks striking in it."

"You have two lovely pets, tonight," admired Alan as he gazed down at his wife and Laura. This was definitely a side of his wife that he had not seen before and he had been looking forward to it. Ann was positively glowing.

Alan handed the end of Monique's leash to his son. "Take the girl. I want to sit and chat for a bit."

Mark smiled as he received the leash. Monique groaned as she was led out of the room by a boy young enough to be her son. There were too many surprises for her tonight. Mark knew his way around the house and led her to a bedroom. Monique knew that she was to be fucked.

The boy had earlier slipped his cock into her so it should not be so embarrassing that she was to be fucked by him. But for some reason, it was humiliating nevertheless. He removed his clothes, laid down on the bed and helped to position her over his cock. With her hand still secured behind her back, she was unable to resist at all and felt her face turn crimson as he pushed down on her hips, letting his cock sear into her heated sex.

Katherine slipped quietly into the room and watched as her mother rode her friend's cock. She had watched Monique having sex before with Steve but somehow this was different. It thrilled her that her mother was now in the role of the submissive. She watched as the pole would emerge from Monique's body, glistening and hard from her mother's aroused sex, only to disappear again.

Katherine moved to the bed to get a better look, remaining silent for the time being. Monique's eyes were closed and Katherine smiled as she saw the contented dreamy look on the older slavegirl. The full breasts bounced with each movement, creating a symphony of little tinkling sounds. And Katherine saw her mother's tight belly, hoping that she would be as beautiful and firm when she got to that age.

Mark saw her and she held a finger to her lips. She did not want Monique to know she was here; at least not yet. Monique's flesh was damp from her exertions and a rosy flush spread across her cheeks and chest.

Finally, Katherine decided to announce her presence. Monique felt the bed shift, knowing that someone else was in the room. She opened her eyes and turned her head, groaning as she saw that her daughter was moving to kneel behind her.

"Hush, little one," Katherine told her mother. "Keep doing what you were doing. You are beautiful."

Monique groaned again and shook her head in disbelief. "You shouldn't be here, Kathy. It isn't right."

"Hush, little pet," Katherine said as she reached out and traced the slender silver chain around Monique's waist. "You are the slavegirl and slavegirls never have to worry about anything. I'll do all of the worrying for you."

Then, Katherine reached up and wrapped her fingers around Monique's neck. "I'm just measuring you for a collar, little one."

These twists and surprises had Monique completely off balance. Very little about this party was expected. Every time she adjusted to one surprise, another would pop up and send her world spinning. Now, her daughter was witnessing the way she was being controlled and taken by this young man and was threatening to collar her. But, despite her discomfort and humiliation, she never missed a beat. She continued to glide up and down the boy's cock, feeling it arousing her further.

Katherine let her hands glide back down, causing Monique to suck in her breath in surprise. Katherine unfastened the tiny bells that were attached to her mother's nipples. She gripped the tender buds and rolled them back and forth slowly. "Don't cum," the daughter told the mother.

Monique whimpered as she heard the words. She looked down and saw her nipples being claimed and toyed with by the delicate fingers and felt Katherine leaning forward to kiss her. Her body was an inferno of lust.

One of Katherine's hands glided down the quivering belly of the slavegirl while the other hand moved from breast to breast, squeezing the soft flesh or tweaking a nipple. Katherine found Monique's sex and smiled as she enjoyed the baby smoothness of the denuded mound. The daughter extended one finger as Monique raised herself on her knees and she felt the cock rub against it as it emerged from its protective sheath. The finger ran the length of the shaft and became coated with her mother's juices. Katherine was amazed at how wet Monique was.

Mark smiled up from the bed as he watched the daughter toying with the mother. Whichever of Monique's breasts was not being held by Katherine would bounce deliciously. The way her arms were bound behind her back caused her breasts to be pushed forward, making them look even more enticing. Such a difference between this mother and his own. This mother was built for fucking. Every inch of her seemed to be designed for enjoyment as a sex toy.

His own mother was very pretty but was different. She was more slender and less curvy. Her chest was more compact compared with Monique's wondrous orbs. He had to admit, though, that his mother had looked very sexy earlier. She positively glowed as she knelt at Pierre's feet and had a sexual aura about her. Mark wondered what his mother was like in bed. And then he realized that he might be able to find out for himself. If she was going to remain as a sub, all he had to do was talk to her dominant and arrange to borrow her, just like he did with Laura. He smiled at the thought and went back to watching Monique's breasts bob and sway.

Who should his mother belong to? Would he want his father to own her or would it be better if she belonged to Pierre. He had a hard time picturing her as his father's pet. It would probably be too difficult to maintain that kind of relationship long term. He decided that his mother should become Pierre's property.

Or better yet, she should be Monique's property. He was aware that the beautiful sex toy who was currently riding his cock was naturally dominant. He was thankful to be using her while she played the role of a submissive, but he knew that she would return to being a mistress tomorrow. Maybe she would be the perfect owner for his mom.

And then he had an even better thought. Katherine seemed to be pure dominant. He knew that she played with Steve and Laura but she did not have a pet of her own. Maybe he could start dropping hints that would result in his mother becoming Katherine's girl. It was a wickedly exciting thought that a young girl like Katherine could own someone so much older than her.

Katherine's fingers were busy teasing and toying with Monique's clit, eliciting a string of moans and mewls from the older woman. "Don't cum, little one. Wait for your master to give you permission."

Monique groaned in frustration at the words. Her body was on fire and she felt like she was about to erupt. She kept riding though, feeling the very hard cock stab into her body over and over again.

Katherine was truly enjoying herself. She remembered two years earlier when her mother had held her breasts as she rode Steve's shaft. It had been quite embarrassing at first but then it became so erotic for her. It added a delicious taste of sinfulness to the experience that she remembered to this day. She hoped that her mother was enjoying this as much as she had when her breasts rested in Monique's palms.

Katherine tilted Monique's head back and to the side, kissing her. Katherine's tongue snaked out and slithered across her mother's lips, which remained shut. But eventually, Monique surrendered to the intimate touch and parted her lips, letting the two tongues dance and duel passionately.

"Make her cum for me," commanded Mark, eventually.

Monique continued to bob up and down on Mark's slick shaft but only managed two more strokes before Katherine's talented fingers drove her over the edge. She groaned into her daughter's lips. Katherine clamped her teeth down on Monique's tongue holding her in place as her fingers kept toying with the vulnerable clit, sending shocks and aftershocks through her. Mark climaxed shortly after Monique and loved the feel of the spasming vagina clamping around his cock.

Meanwhile, Alan delighted at the vision that his wife presented to him. With Pierre's permission, he beckoned Ann to him and explored her body with his fingertips. Perhaps she will be a slave full-time from now on, he thought, as his fingers probed and caressed, eliciting little moans and coos from her lips.

An hour after leading Monique away, Mark returned with her. Monique looked none the worse for wear. Her mane might have been slightly disheveled and her thighs might have been damper then before, but the glow across her cheeks and chest told all that she had been well fucked.

Katherine joined the little circle with a very naked Steve in two. Alan took Monique's leash back and flicked her bells, causing Monique's blush to deepen.

"Mark, my boy," said Pierre. "I can see that you know how to control a woman. I have a bit of a problem here. I have two girls and I need help. Would you mind taking one of them off my hands?"

Ann gasped audibly at Pierre's words. She could not possibly be given to her own son for the evening. What if he wanted to have sex with her? It just wasn't right!

"I'd be honored to watch over one of your pets," replied Mark. Ann exhaled in relief as she saw Pierre extend his hand to Mark with Laura's leash. At least she would be spared the sin of incest.

Pierre turned back to Ann and smiled down to her. "Maybe now I will have a chance to sample my new slavegirl." He still had not had sex with Ann. He had dominated her for a day during her training period but he had purposely kept sex out of the training. He wanted Ann to focus on her submissiveness and not be distracted by sex. Now he intended to remedy that and claim the girl as his own.

Ann eagerly followed her new master as he led her from the room. She could feel her sex positively throbbing at the thought of finally having sex with Pierre. She had become such a wanton slut in the past month.

Pierre took her to the dungeon where she gulped as she saw all of the strange looking implements. He led her slowly around the room, describing all of the equipment. He pointed out the stocks and the iron maiden. She saw the horse that Laura had been riding during one of her previous visits. There were chains and manacles and hooks. The final stop was the brazier where what looked like a white hot poker was laying in the glowing coals. He put on a glove and lifted it, showing it to Ann.

"This is my brand."

Ann blanched as she realized what it was. There was the fleur de lis with the tiny C in the middle. She had seen the marks on Laura and Steve. Did he intend to brand her? He finally put the brand back into the coals and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Pierre led his slavegirl to an upright X that he called a cross. There, he fastened her wrists and ankles into the bindings and then tightened them until she was stretched taut. He went to the wall and returned with a flogger, causing her to blanch again.

"Oh, I couldn't, "she whispered. "Could I?"

"It's not up for you to decide, little one," Pierre answered as he trailed the strands of the flogger across her breasts. "You belong to me now. I decide what you could or couldn't do."

He started swinging the flogger so the strands were twirling in a circle. Then he moved it closer and let the strands kiss her tight breasts, making a slapping sound.

"Oh," uttered Ann. "Oh god." He was not hitting her hard but the strands still stung her sensitive flesh. She looked down in amazement that she was bound so completely and was being whipped; on her breasts, no less.

He continued striking her with the flogger for several minutes and then stopped. He leaned forward and kissed each nipple, sucking each into his mouth and biting it lightly. "I'm just tenderizing my meat," he grinned.

He started twirling the flogger again and, this time, he brought it to her sex, slapping up between the thighs. "Ohmigod!" she exclaimed. Her body jerked with each slap and it stung her painfully, but it also sent arousal coursing through her veins.

After he felt that he had tenderized his girl enough, he set the flogger aside. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Without even undressing, he stabbed it into her, feeling the wet silkiness envelop him. His hips started moving, letting his cock piston in and out of her as his fingers claimed her nipples and slowly squeezed.

"Ohmigod!" she exclaimed again. She was being fucked by her master! And it felt glorious! Because of the way she was bound, she couldn't move. But it felt so wonderful that she wouldn't have moved even if she could. He was in no hurry. He developed a slow, steady pace and enjoyed his new toy.

"I hope you find her to your liking, Pierre," the voice said from the doorway.

"Ohmigod!" gasped Ann as she heard Mark's voice. She glanced over to the door and saw Mark grinning as he held onto Laura's leash.

"Come on over, son," said Pierre, releasing a nipple and beckoning Mark with his hand. "She's delightful. Here, have a taste." He pulled out of Ann and stood back.

"Ohmigod!" gasped Ann. "I couldn't. Could I?"

"Gee, thanks Pierre," replied Mark as he moved closer. He gave the leash to Pierre and then turned toward his mother. "Don't mind if I do."

"Oh, I couldn't," Ann repeated. "Could I?"

Mark reached out and circled his fingers around Ann's nipples, seeing them stiffen even more than they already were. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. Just as Pierre had done, he stabbed into the bound slavegirl, feeling her sex squeezing him like a tight glove.

"Oh, I couldn't," Ann said again. "Ohmigod, I am!"

Pierre sat down to watch and pulled Laura into his lap, playing with her delightful body as the mother and son put on a show for him. He truly enjoyed being a master and owning girls. And he was always generous to share them with friends.

Mark was truly enjoying being a master also. He had already had sex with Monique. Now he was impaling his mother. And he intended to fuck Laura all night. Life was very good.

Back in the great room, Alan and Monique were mingling with the partiers. "Master?' Monique had asked. "Perhaps I should spend some time with the guests. Will you escort me?"

"Of course, slut," he replied as he smiled. Monique looked at him, stunned, not knowing what to say. Before she could come up with anything, he tugged on her leash and led her toward a crowd of partiers.

"Why did you call me a slut?" she whispered as she followed him closely.

"I did not call you a slut, dear. I called you slut."

Monique whispered again. "Why did you call me slut?"

He stopped and turned to her. "If I decide to call you Monique or girl or fire or bucket, I will call you that. You belong to me. I chose slut because it seemed appropriate. You are naked and wanton. I have fucked you. My son has fucked you. You are slut. It's not meant as an insult. It's just the name I chose."

"Oh," she said, not knowing how to reply. He led her into the crowd and let her spend time with her guests.

As at the party before, the guests were both delighted and confused to see Monique as a slavegirl. Many hands pawed and groped her naked flesh as Alan led her from one small gathering to another. One male asked Alan for permission to sample his girl and Alan readily agreed. Monique was bent over the back of a couch and taken from behind in front of a small audience of her friends. The male was definitely delighted.

They were confused at the same time. They knew Monique as a powerful mistress. Indeed, she had dominated several of the guests before but she kept those sessions as secrets between friends. Now, she was naked and looked like a slave. What should they call her? Monique? Girl? Hey you? They wanted to play along but they also wanted to retain their friendship. It was an awkward time.

Back in the dungeon, Laura snuggled back into her master's lap. He had instructed her to disrobe him so she arose and helped him out of his clothes. Now, a naked master held a naked slavegirl.

They both watched in wonderment as Mark fucked Ann. Pierre had expected Ann to protest violently when he offered her to her son. But she had been relatively docile about the incest other than a few feeble utterances. Laura had expected Mark to spill his seed into his mother quickly since he always did that with her. Instead, the master-son slowly stroked his cock in and out of the slave-mother as they looked into each other's eyes.

Pierre finally lifted Laura off his lap and led her to the cross next to Ann's. He fastened her to it and then stretched her tight. Then he walked over to Mark and tapped him on the shoulder. "May I cut in?"

"Yes, of course," replied Mark. He slid his cock out of his mother and kissed her once again before moving over to the other cross and embedding himself into the bound Laura. Pierre slid his cock back into Ann and then started a conversation with Mark.

"What do you think about the party?" he asked.

"Best party I ever attended," Mark replied.

"Yes, it's a nice one," said Pierre. "What do you think about my slavegirl?"

"Which one?" asked Mark.

Pierre thought for a moment. He had meant Laura. But then it dawned on him that he owned Ann for the evening. And even Monique might be considered his slavegirl tonight. "Any of them," he answered.

"They are fabulous," Mark responded. Then he grunted as he drove his cock deep into Laura, causing her to gasp as it banged against her cervix. She couldn't believe the conversation that was going on. The two males were fucking the two females but were acting like they were chatting over a drink at the club after work.

"Let's switch," said Pierre. He slid out of Ann and Mark slipped out of Laura. Pierre moved to the other cross and quickly impaled Laura. Mark took a break to take off his clothes and, once naked, impaled his mother again. Ann was beyond caring what she did or who did what to her. She was a slavegirl who was lost deep in the recesses of her mind.

"Oh, here's the dungeon," a female voice said. Two fully clothed women stepped into the room. "I knew we'd find it eventually."

"Welcome ladies," said Pierre as he plunged back into Laura's depths causing her to groan. "Feel free to use the equipment or just pull up a chair."

"Thanks," said one of them. "I think we'll just watch for a bit. Beautiful girls you have there."

Pierre and Mark switched again. Chatting with the newcomers was a bit of a distraction but it did not prevent them from climaxing. Mark deposited his seed in Laura. Pierre did the same into Ann and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I don't need a brand. I have just marked you as mine."

Ann breathed a sigh of relief that the hot iron in the fire would not be used on her but also felt a strange combination of emotions. She was proud that Pierre considered her to be his and viewed that ownership as an accomplishment. She also, strangely enough, was a little disappointed that he would not be permanently marking her as he did with Laura. Maybe that would come later.

"It doesn't look like you finished them off," said one of the spectators. "Are they allowed to cum?"

"Yes, they are," replied Pierre. "They aren't under any restrictions at the moment."

"Would you mind if we finish them?" the woman asked.

Pierre looked to Mark and nodded. "Be our guest," replied Mark as he stepped aside from Laura. The women stepped forward and stood in front of the bound slaves. Fingers trailed over naked flesh and lips and teeth toyed with stiff nipples. Ann started moaning immediately. She was already worked up into a fevered pitch and thought this was the most erotic day of her life. She climaxed just from having her nipples bitten but the woman continued to toy with her body.

Both women knelt before the captives and leaned forward to kiss the sticky pussies in front of them, finishing by flicking their tongues over the sensitive clits and causing both slaves to gasp. Then they worked fingers into the wet tunnels and kept adding more fingers, stretching the girls, as they slowly pumped in and out of the aroused bodies.

"Ohmigod!" gasped Ann as she realized what was about to happen. She looked down and saw the woman in front of her tucking her thumb alongside her fingers. "Ohmigod! I couldn't," she said. "Could I?"

The woman just smiled up at her as she started to slowly push her way into Ann's body. Ann glanced over at Laura and saw the wrist sticking out of her sex and then looked back at the woman who was threatening to do the same to her. "Please," she whimpered.

The woman kept smiling as she worked her fingers in and out of Ann until, with one final push, the hand popped into the slave's body. "Ohmigod!" groaned Ann.

Pierre and Mark were fascinated by the sight. The two beautiful slaves were being fisted by two beautiful mistresses. Both men were hard and Mark was stroking his cock. Pierre glanced over at him and saw him masturbating. "Save that for later," he advised. "The girls will need it." Mark dropped his hand away from his throbbing member.

Fingers explored the dark, damp recesses. Fists curled and pounded against cervixes. At one point, Ann felt a finger extended and probing at her cervix as if it were trying to push into her womb, causing her to groan as her abdomen cramped from the assault. Two tongues started flickering over the sensitive clits and both girls started climaxing. Over and over again, Ann's body convulsed with explosive orgasms until, finally, she fainted.

When she awoke, the two women were gone. "Is it safe yet?" she asked.

Pierre just chuckled. "You have been safe the entire evening, my dear."

At the end of the evening, only the eight of them were left. The four dominants sat in a circle in the great room and the four slaves knelt inside the circle. Ann was facing Pierre at his feet and he was stroking the backs of his fingers over her breasts. "I have been looking forward to our evening together." Then he looked at all of the four kneeling slaves. "You were the wife of the party."

Ann smiled proudly, knowing that he was talking about her. Monique knew that he was talking about Ann but smiled and thought to herself, "I was a pretty good wife of the party, too."

Steve shuddered as he wondered if Pierre had some new plan for his enslavement that would involve sissifying him or worse. Laura was just confused. There were three wives present. All of them were naked and kneeling and were slaves. "Who's the wife of the party?" she thought. "It looks like there are three of us."