Fantasy Fiction: The surprise party, part 2

There are steps, a doorbell, and a doorman to check assigned numbers off a list and let us in.

And then the buzz of people, of a party. A mix of chattering, moans and the occasional smack followed by a cry, all rising and falling as we make our way through a crowded space. I can feel bodies, legs, hands, buckles brush my legs and arms as we meander, finally reaching a stopping spot where Mister presses me down to me knees.

"Make yourself comfortable, but stay at my feet, Beast. Would you like to see where Daddy brought you tonight?"

"Yes, Sir. Please."

He lifts the blindfold off, gently smoothing my hair. I open my eyes slowly, but there is no easing the flood of visual stimuli after so many hours of void.

The first thing I see is flesh. It's a party, alright, Eyes Wide Shut style, except that it's in an apartment instead of a mansion. We're in the middle of a porn set writhing with leather-clad bodies. To our right, two doms are seated on a couch, chatting casually, each with a slave at his feet. A third slave is draped over the nearest dom's lap where he is caressing her ass, absently plying her cheeks apart and together again, but both doms are preoccupied with a punishment being carried out on the adjacent wall, opposite Mister and me.

It's an old-fashioned flogging, pretty straightforward, but nothing short of fascinating. Our view is obscured by onlookers, but I can see a male sub pinned to a wall, face first and spread eagle, with his arms secured by chains attached to large eye hole screws in the wall overhead. In fact, the screws dot all four walls, lining the entire perimeter of the room. His master, also male, is dishing out slow, deliberate lashes, drawing breathy whines and flecks of blood.

With a grunt, the master swings forcefully, flaying skin, and the sub yelps. The room tenses. The master stalks to the wall, snatches at his sub's scalp and yanks his head back. Gulping and gasping for air while the master retrieves his own cock, the slave looks gratefully up at him as his orifice is impaled upon the substantial erection. He immediately begins bobbing and slurping, as peaceful as a child receiving a pat on the head in Sunday school.

Gee. I had no idea how erotic one guy blowing another could be.

"Are you prepared to do whatever I ask?" Mister's words on our arrival flash through my mind. A hot rush of excitement hits me right in the pussy. I hope I'm next in line for that thing - a public beating is one of my greatest desires.

Next to me, Mister runs his palm over his bulging crotch. I look up, hoping to catch his eye. "Sir, may I?"

He looks down at me, still stroking. He opens his mouth to speak, but a voice behind him interrupts.

"Rather forward, isn't she?" I recognize the honeyed tones of the domme who arrived with us. To my simultaneous disgust and delight, she looks as good as she sounds. Lean, firm, sporting a black patent jumpsuit not unlike Trinity's from the Matrix, she wears her long blond hair pulled back in a tight ponytail that cascades over one shoulder. Total class. I want to both fuck her and tear her eyes out.

Mister smiles sheepishly. "I haven't been particularly strict in restraining her," he confesses. "It's not her fault." I'm awash with gratitude at his protective admission.

The domme smirks lightly, as a mother would chuckle at a toddler's clumsiness. She hasn't looked at me once. Eyes on Mister, she barks, "Darlings. On your knees and fondle each other while Mommy talks." Three subs on leashes drop to their knees behind her, then reach to touch and lick each other's nearest parts.

"You're new, I could tell. But you've come to the right place, and you'll learn a lot, if you're open to it." She pauses for effect. "Nick throws the best parties. How did you get on the list?"

"I met him in a discussion online some time ago, and we've stayed in touch. I guess he finally trusted me enough to send an invite," Mister explains. "I'm glad he did - I've never been able to take her to something like this before."

"How do you like it so far?"

"I love it."

She grins mischievously. "I can see that." All three of us look to Mister's crotch, which continues to bulge under his rocking hand. I suppress a growl.

"I'm Roxy." She holds out her hand, glancing at me. I lower my eyes, but I've no doubt she knows I've been staring at her the whole time.

"Stanley." He accepts her elegant palm in his.

"If you like, Stanley," she hums, keeping his hand, "we could have a short training session with your little kitten there. Once you two get settled in, that is."

Mister pumps her hand before reaching down to pet my head. "That sounds great," he says. "I'll let you know later if we're up for it."

A woman in a mask slams into the wall next to us, and I jump into Mister's legs. A thick, hairy dude in jeans  grabs her, flips her around and tugs at her panties, tearing them. He bites the back of her neck, with one fist full of breast and the other hooked into her ass, he presses himself against her, flattening her to the wall. She pants, swiveling her hips, tongue lashing at the air. Mister holds my head firmly against his thigh.

I have never wanted his cock in my mouth so badly.

"Well." says Roxy. "Shall we look around? I was just heading to the kitchen, if you'd like to join us."

To my chagrin, Mister agrees. "Up, Beast." He helps me to my feet, then takes my chin in his hand and looks in my eyes. "Stay behind me at all times, close. Remain standing unless I tell you otherwise." I nod. "Do you need anything? A drink? The bathroom?"

"I could pee, Sir."

He turns to his new friend. "We'll meet you in there. Do you know where the bathroom is?"

She points him down the hall, and we pass through the open door. There's a guy getting his ass eaten and dick sucked by two chicks in the bathtub. Mister looks at me and smiles. "Toilet's free, anyway." He hikes up my dress and secures my elbows to lower me down. I dare to hold his forearms as he does, but he says nothing. I'm never supposed to touch him unless he tells me to.

He remains in front of me while I pee, both of us watching the tub show. I lean forward until my mouth touches his crotch. He looks down. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm sorry," I stutter. "I thought you'd like it."

He slaps me. Goddamn that feels good. "You thought I'd like it, or you wanted to blow me?"

Now the tub people are watching us.

"I ... I'm sorry. I was hungry, Sir."

He slaps me again, harder. The sting eats a warm circle into my cheek. I close my eyes to relish it.

"Oh Beast," he says. "You're gonna regret that."

He jerks me up, bends me over and grabs a wad of toilet paper, patting me dry. He stands me up and unhooks a pair of cuffs from his belt, then secures them tightly around my wrists. He leads me out of the bathroom, dress still around my waist.

Moans and panting surround us as we make our way through the living room, where we started, to the kitchen, where two chicks are bent over the table facing each other, each getting rammed with their heads bobbing together to the same rhythm. We shuffle past a few groups of chatting dom/mes to a counter by the fridge, where Roxy is seated. Her female slave's head is buried between her legs, and the two males are on either side of her, each assigned to a tit.

She smiles broadly at our approach. "I just adore symmetry," she coos, gesturing to the couples working over the dining table. "I couldn't help myself." She strokes her boys' heads tenderly. "How are you doing?"

"Great," says Mister. "Not to interrupt, I can see that you're enjoying yourself. But whenever you're free, I'd love to walk through a training for my little beast with you."

"Oh, that's no bother at all. We can start now, if you like. I love warming up with new friends."

"I'm all ears," says Mister.

"Have you two ever shared each other?" Mister shakes his head. "That's always a good place to start. I can have Jill blow you - I haven't got a dick, but I can assure you she has a masterful mouth. There's no better way to teach a green slave some humility. It'll do her good."

Mister nods thoughtfully. "Beast," he says. "Take my cock out for Jill."

To be continued ...