THE PARTY

By Hajim

Master had said we were going to a party and I wondered what sort of a party I, as a slave, would go to. We were in the car with me dressed normally but in light bondage gear-a collar and lead, handcuffs and a strap round my cock and balls. We had been going for about an hour and were out in the country. Master turned into a driveway where there were several other cars. We got out and he led me on my lead to the front door and rang the doorbell. A girl opened it and I saw that she was naked apart from a strip of leather round her cunt, which appeared to have a dildo in. Master gave his name and we were taken into a large room where about 35 to 40 people were standing around, some talking and some looking apprehensively around. I saw that there were several chests round the room and about 20 comfortable looking chairs in a circle. I wondered why there were only enough chairs for half the people.

           Suddenly a gong rang and everyone stopped talking. A man stood in the centre of the circle of chairs. He said “Welcome, Masters and Mistresses with your slaves. Tonight we are going to have one of our special torture sessions. First, all Masters and Mistresses take a seat and all slaves strip naked and sit at your owners feet with your feet apart showing us your cunts and cocks” We did as we were told and I sat with my shaven pubic area and cock open to the world. As I sat down I looked around at the other slaves. There were about 10 boys and 10 girls-all in various forms of harness. Some of the girls had weights on nipple rings and one of them had several whip-marks across her breasts. One of the boys had a ring on his cock which was connected to his neck-collar.

           “Now the first game is Spin the Plate,” said the man who was obviously acting as MC. He had a large metal plate which he spun. “Top means a girl, bottom a boy” Everyone watched it as it slowed down and fell with the open part down. “A boy it is! Which owner is volunteering his slave for a bit of fun?” “I will,” said a young fair-headed master. “Up you get, Bobby” he said to his even younger slave and kicked him hard. As the boy rose, we could all see his bottom was a mass of weals, obviously freshly inflicted. He moved to stand in front of the MC. “Fetch me an instrument of punishment from that chest over there. As you are first, you have a choice.” Bobby went to the chest indicated and came back with a wicked looking cat-o-nine tails.

           “I see you are a glutton for punishment, Bobby. Well, in this game as some of you owners know, we form a line and give the slave some punishment. Let's see-we'll make it 4 each. Hands up, Bobby.” He walked over to the wall and pressed a button and ropes fell from the ceiling –these were quickly tied to Bobby's hands and another button lifted him so that he was standing on tiptoes. I watched from my position on the floor as all the Masters and Mistresses gave Bobby a right going over. He sobbed as the cat lashed his back and bum, begging them to stop-but of course that was useless! At last, he had had the 80 lashes, but then his Master gave him a further 10. The MC said to leave him hanging there whilst the next game was got ready. He said that as the first game had been with a boy, the next one would have a girl as the victim. I heaved a silent sigh of relief. He said “What we will do is we will number the slaves –odds will be girls and evens boys. (What did this mean? I thought) But Bobby doesn't get a number-he's busy already, aren't you?” As he said this he produced a whip and laid 5 lashes on that poor bum. So our Masters and Mistresses got numbers for us (mine was 10). The MC dived into one of the chests and came up with a canvas bag. He put his hand in and came out with a number. “Good” he said “Its 9! Whose 9?” The Master of a tall blonde girl called that his Lucy was 9. We all looked at the girl. She had nipple and cunt rings but looked rather haughty.

           “Come here, Cunt” said the MC. She walked over to him and he felt her tits then her cunt. “Turn round so that we can all see you.” she obeyed him and was then told to kneel and suck the MC's cock-she knelt down immediately and unzipped the man's trousers and pulled out the cock and immediately started sucking it-then the MC used his whip on her giving her 5 lashes. She flinched but didn't stop her sucking, obviously well trained! He pulled her off him roughly and then offered her to any owner for sucking duties! About 5 of the Masters and the same number of Mistresses indicated they wanted to be serviced by her, so the poor girl went round them all and at each one the owner produced a whip and used it on her. She was also told to go to all the other Master and Mistress where she received further lashes. When they were all finished she had lost her haughtiness!

           (Later, on the way home, Master told me that with the invitation to the Torture Party, had been an instruction that at the party all slaves would be open to any punishment or torture any of the guests wanted to inflict and that beside each chair would be a whip. This explained why the owners let their slaves be treated so cruelly.)

           The MC suddenly put his hand to his mouth and said “Sorry, folks! I forgot something important. I need a slave-anyone will do. I'll draw out a number” He plunged in his hand and came out with-No 10 - my number!

           “Come here “ he said to me. I crawled to him on hands and knees, wondering what was coming. He stood me up and led me over to a corner where several towels were on the floor and a chain in the wall to which he chained me by the one wrist. There was quite a lot of chain so I was able to move. He said “What's your name, boy?” I answered “Its Cedric , Sir” “Well, Cedric -you're our Piss-slave! Anyone who wants a pee can use your mouth! Won't that be nice? And if an owner wants to give you a few thrashes, there's a whip there! Slaves must use you-they are not allowed out of this room, but they can't whip you. Do you understand, boy?” I nodded rather sorrowfully. He said “Cheer up! I'll start-open your mouth.” I did so and felt a hot stream of piss gushing down my throat. I felt a bit embarrassed in front of all those people even though I was well used to drinking piss. When he had finished he picked up the whip and laid 10 heavy lashes on my bottom. It wasn't long before other Owners came to me and pissed in my mouth and my bum was sore with the lashes. Then some of the slaves came and pissed in me- one whispered that she was sorry but she had to get rid of her piss and there was nothing else she could do. At least, they didn't whip me! However two of the men after pissing in my mouth and giving me a thrashing insisted on me sucking them off-not very nice to have the taste of piss and then to have to swallow cum!

           Whilst this had been happening the MC had drawn 4 more numbers out which were those of two boys and two girls. When they came to him, he ordered one of them to fetch some cushions from a corner and place them in certain places. He then ordered them to kneel on these cushions with their hands, palm down on other cushions. From my place in the corner I could just see what was going on between servicing pissers-but I couldn't imagine what these four were going to have to do. It soon became apparent-they were to be the supports for a tabletop for the night's refreshments. Straps were put round their shoulders and the straps were attached to the table. The MC called to a couple of other slaves to help his wife the food- his wife turned out to be the naked woman who greeted us at the front door-she was still wearing the dildo! They brought many plates full of food and a big flask of coffee, all of which was put on the table held up by the slaves. The owners crowded round to get some refreshment-some of them fondled the “table legs”!

           A lady owner came over to me and pissed in my mouth. I pleaded with her “Mistress, please can I go to the lavatory as all the piss I have had to drink is almost busting out- please. Oh please!” She laughed and said she would see what she could do. She went over to the MC and asked him if I could go to the loo. He looked over to me and said to the owner “OK- but it's a nuisance. Make sure he is properly punished for the disturbance.” She nodded and came back to me with the key to unlock the shackle, which chained me to the wall. She said “You heard what he said. I'm to punish you but you can go. I'll follow you' As we walked across the room she slashed at my bum which was already sore. We got to the loo and I stood relieving myself-all the time she lashed me. When I had finished she told me to wash my face .Was this a sign of kindness or what? The answer came soon enough-she grabbed me by the balls and took me into a bedroom. “I'm going to fuck you!” she cried “Get on the bed with your hands behind your head. I did as ordered quite willingly. I'd hadn't had a fuck since I had come to my present Master about a year ago. I lay there and she got on top of me and played with my cock until it was hard and then worked it into her cunt. She rode me very hard and she cried out as she came twice-she urged me to cum in her so being an obedient slave did just that! Boy, was it good! She rolled off me and we lay there for a couple of minutes, then she made me lick her cunt completely clean.

           She led me back to the main room and gave me a few more lashes as we went back to my piss area. She locked my wrist back on to the shackle and soon I was being used again.

The various sex excesses carried on-a boy and girl were ordered to have anal sex on the table which was still being supported by the 4 slave “legs”! Bobby was still receiving occasional lashes as owners passed by him-I reckon he had had at least 200 and his bum was red when he started! I was still getting “custom” with piss. The whole session had gone on for about 3 hours when the MC said it was time to finish. I was released at last, as were both Bobby and the 4 “legs”. I went back to my Master who I noticed was talking to the lady who had fucked me: they were exchanging phone numbers. The slaves had to tidy up the room and do the washing up before we were allowed to put our clothes on then it was out to the car and Master drove us home. When we arrived home he said he felt randy and was going to fuck me. Of course this meant a further thrashing beforehand as he always whipped me before sex.

        And so ended the outing, but there was a sequel to it. The Mistress brought her slave and I had sex with both Mistress and her slave and of course Master and Mistress had a fuck . I found out the girl slave was called Philomena who like me had voluntarily become a 24/7 slave for a period of 3 years. Also, like me, she received a thrashing every day and was also a piss drinker. Master & Mistress often get together with us slaves and we have to perform whatever service they want. I usually have to lick Mistress's cunt clean whist Philomena sucks Master's cock. Of course both of us are whipped by either of our two owners, but we  do get to fuck each other either by order or for our own pleasure.

                       So that how a sex party changed my life!

                                   THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                               Mooroolbark

Dear Eddy,

               I thought I would speak to you for a change last week. I apologise for not putting enough postage on my June letter-it seems that for my punishment I must give you extra strokes of the belt the next time we are both at Master's. If that's what you want, who am I to deny you? Anyway, I am glad you enjoyed the pictures I sent you. Unfortunately the quality is not too good when I take them off a commercial site-they are better often from a private site. I am enclosing some more for you but have cut the paper around them to reduce weight and bulkiness.

               I am very pleased that you have obeyed my orders and are drinking your piss regularly. I'm interested to hear you are also wearing a butt-plug-something I haven't experienced. I spoke to Master the other day (more about that later) and he told me that he had given you a medical examination. I still have a mental picture of you when Master bound and gagged you before the beating you received from the two of us. I look forward to the opportunity of doing it again!

               I have arranged to go to Master's home on Monday, 9th, and will not send this letter until after that when I can tell you about what happened.

               So let me tell you of my latest fantasy-one I can't see ever taking place in real life! But I will, as usual, enjoy writing it as much as you enjoy reading it!

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               Master had said we were going to a party and I wondered what sort of a party I, as a slave, would go to. We were in the car with me dressed normally but in light bondage gear-a collar and lead, handcuffs and a strap round my cock and balls. We had been going for about an hour and were out in the country. Master turned into a driveway where there were several other cars. We got out and he led me on my lead to the front door and rang the doorbell. A girl opened it and I saw that she was naked apart from a strip of leather round her cunt, which appeared to have a dildo in. Master gave his name and we were taken into a large room where about 35 to 40 people were standing around, some talking and some looking apprehensively around. I saw that there were several chests round the room and about 20 comfortable looking chairs in a circle. I wondered why there were only enough chairs for half the people.

               Suddenly a gong rang and everyone stopped talking. A man stood in the centre of the circle of chairs. He said “Welcome, Masters and Mistresses with your slaves. Tonight we are going to have one of our special torture sessions. First, all Masters and Mistresses take a seat and all slaves strip naked and sit at your owners feet with your feet apart showing us your cunts and cocks” We did as we were told and I sat with my shaven pubic area and cock open to the world. As I sat down I looked around at the other slaves. There were about 10 boys and 10 girls-all in various forms of harness. Some of the girls had weights on nipple rings and one of them had several whip-marks across her breasts. One of the boys had a ring on his cock which was connected to his neck-collar.

               “Now the first game is Spin the Plate,” said the man who was obviously acting as MC. He had a large metal plate which he spun. “Top means a girl, bottom a boy” Everyone watched it as it slowed down and fell with the open part down. “A boy it is! Which owner is volunteering his slave for a bit of fun?” “I will,” said a young fair-headed master. “Up you get, Bobby” he said to his even younger slave and kicked him hard. As the boy rose, we could all see his bottom was a mass of weals, obviously freshly inflicted. He moved to stand in front of the MC. “Fetch me an instrument of punishment from that chest over there. As you are first, you have a choice.” Bobby went to the chest indicated and came back with a wicked looking cat-o-nine tails.

               “I see you are a glutton for punishment, Bobby. Well, in this game as some of you owners know, we form a line and give the slave some punishment. Let's see-we'll make it 4 each. Hands up, Bobby.” He walked over to the wall and pressed a button and ropes fell from the ceiling –these were quickly tied to Bobby's hands and another button lifted him so that he was standing on tiptoes. I watched from my position on the floor as all the Masters and Mistresses gave Bobby a right going over. He sobbed as the cat lashed his back and bum, begging them to stop-but of course that was useless! At last, he had had the 40 lashes, but then his Master gave him a further 10. The MC said to leave him hanging there whilst the next game was got ready. He said that as the first game had been with a boy, the next one would have a girl as the victim. I heaved a silent sigh of relief. He said “What we will do is we will number the slaves –odds will be girls and evens boys. (What did this mean? I thought) But Bobby doesn't get a number-he's busy already, aren't you?” As he said this he produced a whip and laid 5 lashes on that poor bum. So our Masters and Mistresses got numbers for us (mine was 10). The MC dived into one of the chests and came up with a canvas bag. He put his hand in and came out with a number. “Good” he said “Its 9! Whose 9?” The Master of a tall blonde girl called that his Lucy was 9. We all looked at the girl. She had nipple and cunt rings but looked rather haughty.

               “Come here, Cunt” said the MC. She walked over to him and he felt her tits then her cunt. “Turn round so that we can all see you.” she obeyed him and was then told to kneel and suck the MC's cock-she knelt down immediately and unzipped the man's trousers and pulled out the cock and immediately started sucking it-then the MC used his whip on her giving her 5 lashes. She flinched but didn't stop her sucking, obviously well trained! He pulled her off him roughly and then offered her to any owner for sucking duties! About 5 of the Masters and the same number of Mistresses indicated they wanted to be serviced by her, so the poor girl went round them all and at each one the owner produced a whip and used it on her. She was also told to go to all the other Master and Mistress where she received further lashes. When they were all finished she had lost her haughtiness!

               (Later, on the way home, Master told me that with the invitation to the Torture Party, had been an instruction that at the party all slaves would be open to any punishment or torture any of the guests wanted to inflict and that beside each chair would be a whip. This explained why the owners let their slaves be treated so cruelly.)

               TO BE COTINUED!

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               Back to real life!

 On Monday, 9 th , I went to Master's. I arrived just after 10.30. We greeted each other with a feel etc. Straightaway, in the hall, I was ordered to stand with my hands on the hall table and received 6 lashes. Then into the bedroom and I had to lie on the bed and receive another 10. In less than 10 minutes I had had 16 strokes! Then I had to suck him a bit and then he looked at my bum which was very hot.

               Master said he had some shopping to do. I offered to drive in my car as it was outside; as we went outside we wasted some time talking to tradesmen but eventually got to Middle Park where we went into the post office and then into a café where we had an early lunch. Then it was back home and within minutes I was naked in the bedroom after I had shared a shower with Master in which he pissed over my head and into my mouth. More lashes-I had lost count. He had a couple of phone calls and I played with his cock whilst he was talking. When he had finished he decided that I needed more training lashes before fucking so had me kneel beside the bed. But then the doorbell rang. Master hurriedly put some clothes on and as he went he said, “Stay there!” Being an obedient slave I did just that and remained kneeling for over 10 minutes- Master was quite surprised to see me still there! Then it was on to the bed and I was blindfolded. Next I had a pad tied under my belly so that I wouldn't be hurt then the right wrist was tied presumably to the bed and my ankles bound together. Master said he was going to use the rhinoceros hide belt on me and would use it 2-handed to have maximum strength and so I received about 6 very heavy painful strokes. Master was surprised that I had taken them so well and gave me a few lighter ones. Then it was fucking time! Of course I couldn't see what was happening but he went into me about 4 or 5 times. The last time, once he was in, I moved him up and down inside me and he loved it! He shot his load into me and then subsided whilst he “came down”. I hadn't come and went to suck his cock- he said it needed washing but I didn't worry and sucked it gently. Then we lay on the bed and he told me that I had had the black cock right up me. Master idly used the belt gently on my cock. When master saw I didn't try to stop him he went to his drawer and got out a small cat of nine tails which he used for another 20 strokes on my cock1 We calculated that I had had over the 100 lashes I had asked for earlier. Master had put on one of his videos and suddenly I realised it was me being thrashed on the screen! It was one of Master's friends and Master himself and I was receiving a good thrashing –I could see the belts landing on my bum, one each side, and could hear the smack as they landed on my bare flesh. Later the video showed me kneeling on the other side of the bed to the camera with Ian's cock in my mouth and Master whipping me again! I can tell you that it was quite sexually exciting to see myself being punished! (The video had been taken earlier in the year). I pulled myself off but not very satisfactorily then I went to have a shower and afterwards pulled myself off again much better this time.

So ended my session! I left for home about 3.30 so apart for about half an hour at the shops we had been at it for 5 hours! I was quite marked on one buttock and still feel it as I write this. But that what I expect as a sex slave!

               This has been a long letter and I have reduced the size of the type so it would go on two sides of the paper. I

                               I think I have about finished. I trust you enjoy reading this letter as much as I did writing it. I'll leave you to want more of the Torture Party!

                                               Yours