The Party

[ Background: as covered in the initial episode "Supplemental Training" my wife discovered me jerking off about a year ago and decreed that since the only purpose of my erect cock is to bring her pleasure, henceforth i was to be caged in a CB-2000 Chastity Device whenever we are not having sex. Fortunately, she is a healthy woman with healthy appetites, and this is often. But all other contact is strictly forbidden. For security, the middle-sized spikey Ring of Intrigue is part of the package -- i can pull out if it's not in place, and i'm not inclined even to try when it is. Amazing to me, i don't feel the spikes unless i'm fully erect, straining at the bars of the cage. At that time, they press painfully into the shaft of my cock, reminding me that it's for Mistress' exclusive use.

i wear a stainless steel collar to further remind me who owns whom. Most days i am kept naked, enforced by shackles and a set of handcuffs with an 18" separating chain. This is the 'daychain' ensemble. Twice a week i am permitted clothing to work in the yard. i operate a home-based business, so these restrictions are manageable. Mistress can go off to her day job secure in the knowledge that whatever else i may be doing, i'm not just sitting home jerking off.

Just now, having spent the day cleaning the house naked, collared, caged, and cuffed as always, i find myself in the recently vacuumed living room, kneeling, knees apart. i am blindfolded and gagged, my hands behind my back where Mistress has applied an extra set of close-linked handcuffs, the chain of the shackles attached to the handcuff connecting link with a padlock, keeping me in the classic hogtied Pleasure Slave pose, caged cock prominent.

i have been fed what i thought was my usual dose of afternoon dietary supplements before Mistress locked the penis gag on me. The locking gag and extra handcuffs puzzle me -- Mistress considers a locking gag redundant when i am backcuffed, and any one set of cuffs is adequate to secure me in place. What could she have planned?

The first departure from an ordinary close bondage session was Mistress informing me that she is entertaining officemates this evening, and i am to be 'decoration.' This is the first time she has displayed me for others. The second change was her informing me that to better show me off, she included a full dose of Viagra in the supplements.

That was half an hour ago. i can hear Mistress finishing her shower and preparing for her guests. i can feel an interesting tingle in my imprisoned cock, and the beginnings of pinprick contact from the spikes.

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Mistress has been out drinking with her friends on many occasions, but this is the first time the party has been hosted here. Did those other parties feature naked, chained men as 'decoration' too? i have no idea; she doesn't talk about them much. For those events, i have been left home, backcuffed, chained by the left ankle to (but not permitted on) the water bed. Since she knows i get off on the restraint, sometimes, to amuse herself, Mistress would pop a bondage video from our collection into the VCR and let it play for me. The excitement of denied access is palpable, the pressure from the spikes excrutiating -- even as i am watching some incredibly flexible beauty writhing in her bonds i can think of nothing but Mistress and her return.

So i do not know what passes for entertainment nor decor at the other sites. But i can guess that i will have much to endure for hours to come -- Mistress never returns from the parties until nearly dawn.

When Mistress emerges from her preparations in a cloud of Safari, i cannot tell exactly what she's wearing, of course, but i can tell she's dressed for a good time in something soft and satiny. Her feet make no sound on the hardwood; i imagine she is barefoot. She pauses on her way to the kitchen, perhaps to ensure that my posture is proper and that i am posed to her liking.

i hear her in the kitchen, assembling barware, opening wine bottles, filling the ice bucket. It must be nearly time for the guests to arrive. i wonder if this is really happening. the incredible pressure on my cock and an unyeilding tug at the cuffs tells me that it is.

A knock at the door, female voices. i take a deep breath past the gag; i can feel my skin reddening. i hear the door open.

Mistress has positioned me with my back to the door. Since i am blindfolded it can only be because she wants the first thing her guests see to be my naked backside, my wrists and ankles securely cuffed.

"Oh my God," i hear a woman say. Do i recognize that voice? Is it one of Mistress' friends i have met socially? Or a complete stranger? i can't tell, and i feel confused not knowing which i'd dread more. "Girl, I knew you were into some kink, but this beats all."

"Is this safe?" Another woman's voice. "I don't think I feel safe with a naked man in the room."

"Oh, it's perfectly safe," i hear Mistress say. "See here?" My hands are jerked apart, securely restrained by the handcuffs. "He's just for decoration, chained in place for your amusement. And come around to this side." There are rustling noises, and i feel a tap on the plastic cage imprisoning my quite erect and sore cock. "This is the device I was telling you about. See? It's locked on too, and it won't be coming off tonight."

i hear another knock at the door, more voices. More expressions of surprise, many more demonstrations of just how securely i am bound in place. i can feel the heat, smell the perfume from the women who bend down for a better look at the cage. One or two actually touch it -- one, bolder than the others, i guess, actually gives the little padlock securing the CB-2000 to my cock and balls a tug -- sending waves of pain into my engorged member as the spikes dig in. Finally, there are too many voices, i lose track of the number. 20? 30? Near as i can tell, none of them leave, even the most initially apprehensive.

There are several distinct pockets of conversation around me, i cannot keep them straight. Between my arousal, my utter embarrassment, the warmth in the house, the general atmosphere of tension, i lose track of my surroundings a little and drift into subspace. i have been motionless for an eternity, pain building in my shoulders and knees. i sense a lull in the conversation.

"Why on earth should you be working like this?" i hear a woman ask. "Even if it is your party, I don't see why _you_ have to be serving us drinks. I think you should make your centerpiece do the work -- you relax and enjoy yourself!" There are murmurs of agreement.

i hear the sweep of satin and the scent of Safari close to me. i hear a jingle of keys. i feel a warmth close to my ear. "Okay, lover, are you ready for Phase Two? You didn't think I was going to let you bliss out in subspace and not work tonight, did you? You will perform flawlessly, you will not establish eye contact with anyone, you will not spill a drop. Any transgression will be severely punished. Now on your feet, you know how this goes."

And with that, the lock connecting the leg iron chain to the close-link handcuffs is removed. i can stand. "You're all okay with this, right?" Mistress addresses her guests, "he is well-trained and," she taps the cage, "quite incapable of acting inappropriately." There are cheers, claps, and a shout of "Go for it!" from the back of the room.

Mistress reaches up to untie the black silk scarf that has served as my blindfold all evening, and the close-linked cuffs are removed. It takes several hard blinks before i begin to focus again. A slap on the ass gets my attention, and i step through the 18" chain linking my wrists.

It becomes clear -- this has been her plan along. It is why she'd left the daychains in place, why my gag was locked on.

The rest of the evening is something of a blur. i open wine bottles, serve beer, mix drinks, pass around the hors d'oeveures tray, and in general manage a decent imitation of a naked waiter, enduring the women who want to tug on the CB-2000's lock or swat my ass as i pass by. Between drink orders i kneel next to Mistress, knees wide apart, chained wrists atop my thighs.

Eventually, Mistress directs me to make coffee, and the guests begin to say their goodbyes and take their leave. One of the last to go is Mistress' closest and oldest friend (although i was forbidden eye contact, i recognize the voice, and she has been called by name during the evening). She approaches Mistress, coffee in hand.

"This was the most fun I've had in a long time. My compliments to the staff," she says, raising her cup in my direction. "Next month's party is at my place, how about I hire him to serve there? There's a hundred bucks in it for you." She puts the cup down on the counter, air-kisses Mistress goodbye, and walks out.

When she is gone, and Mistress has at last locked the front door, she crosses to me, and says "Down." i kneel. She produces another small key from the gold chain around her neck and unlocks the gag to the very great relief of my aching jaw -- the gag has been in place for 6 hours, two longer than my previous best. "Get up, go get a drink of water." i do; Mistress doesn't have to say it twice -- Mistress never has to say anything twice without consequence.

"You will be up early in the morning to clean all this up," she says, "but for now you need your rest -- you've had a long day." i nod, unsure exactly where we are in the Mistress/slave scenario. "I can see that you're still quite aroused, and seeing you naked all night has made me horny as hell. Let's get to bed." Another command Mistress wouldn't have to repeat.

Once in the bedroom, Mistress uses the padlock that had kept me kneeling in the hogtie position to fasten my steel collar to the length of chain permanently attached to the water bed. She leaves the daychains on -- i know she likes to hear them clink and know that i am restrained during the night. She removes her satiny hostess pajamas and lays back on the bed. With a few minutes of oral attention she is panting and shuddering. She removes the gold chain from her neck and releases my tortured cock from its unyeilding cage, leaving the 'A' ring in place. The 'A' ring always remains in place. We make love, exciting, passionate sex. She comes again at least once, and before long i have a thunderous, gushing orgasm of my own.

She regains her breath, reassembles the CB-2000 components on my limp cock, and fits the lock with a click. It will remain in place until she wants it freed again. On this night, i am to be granted the special favor of snuggling with Mistress in the same bed, albeit it still collared, cuffed, and caged.

"Looks like you've got a job next month," she says, and turns out the light.

[ Story Continues in "Sex Pet For Rent" ]
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