Play Party

Nita pulled her coat tighter around her as her slave Martin opened the car door for her and helped her out. The cool winter air of temperate Sydney brushed around her stockinged legs, but she smiled as her slave led her toward the house. This was her first visit to Sydney, and she was looking forward to attending one of the BDSM play parties her slave had told her about so many times. It gave her a marvelous sense of freedom to be so far from home and so far from anyone who knew her. It left her feeling quite uninhibited. The presence of her slave to protect her from anything untoward reassured her; as did the knowledge that he would be utterly dedicated to her welfare. The key she possessed to the locked chastity device firmly holding his penis in a non-erect state ensured that.

Martin led Nita to the door of the two-story house in the busy inner suburb of the beautiful city. He ushered her in the open door and her eyes took in the scene she had pictured so often from Martin's descriptions: the dark walls, hanging with all sorts of kinky art: here, an artistically bound nude girl; there a male submissively licking the boots of an imperious dominant female. In the heart of the main room was a medical-style examination table, where a young woman was sprawled languorously. She was wearing a macrame dress that was more holes than dress, over a small black G-string and lace bra, combined with leather boots which came up to mid-thigh. She was face down on the examination table, her buttocks visible through the dress, which several other kinkily-attired attendees were admiring.

"Hi Martin!" she said, waving to the new arrivals.

"Hi Anna!" replied Martin, then he paused and indicated Nita: "This is my Goddess, Miss Nita. Miss Nita, this is Anna."

Nita took off her coat and handed it to her slave, revealing her superb Indian figure in all its glory. She was wearing an all-black outfit she could only contemplate wearing with 10,000km separating her from anyone she knew: high heels, fishnet stockings, suspender belt and a one-piece lacy basque which lifted but did not conceal her pert young brown breasts. At her side hung a small but serviceable leather whip; of a kind known as a single-tail. She smiled, murmured a warm "hello" to Anna and sashayed forward, her outfit subconsciously compelling her easy manner of stride.

Martin hurried to hang up his Goddess's coat, admiring the wonderful view of Nita's superb bottom as he returned. Her outfit had only a narrow G-string at the back, so her gym-hardened buttocks were visible for all to admire.

Anna leant forward and without even thinking about it, kissed Nita's hand, then giggled to hide her embarrassment at her forwardness. Nita smiled at her again, instantly reassuring the young submissive girl, and admired the girl's elfin beauty: her sweet young face and the dark hair cut short like a waif. She could not have been more than 18, but she looked even younger. Her taut young body and pert breasts seemed to beg for attention.

Nita snapped her fingers at Martin and he instantly went to fetch a drink for her, from the bottle of wine he had brought along. Once she had this in her hand, Nita began to look around the house, followed by her trusty slave.

She ascended the dark wooden staircase of the old building, and came upon a narrow corridor with three rooms opening off it. From the furthest could be heard the crack of a whip striking tender flesh and the muted cries of the victim receiving the ministration. It was a sound Nita knew well from her own whippings of Martin.

She looked in the door of that room. A full-breasted girl was stripped down to a tiny G-string, with her hands tied to a chain above her head anchored to the ceiling. Sweat ran off her body, enhancing her large breasts and full curves. Multi-tailed whip marks covered her bottom and back and legs, and her breath came quick and tight as she squirmed helplessly from the pain of a dozen clothespegs firmly attached to each breast. A man and a woman stood to either side of her, and began to rain down alternate blows from the fulsome leather whips they each held onto the defenceless body of the restrained girl.

The girl danced madly on the end of the chain, each driven step away from one whip bringing her under the impact of the other, her long hair in wild disarray as she danced the mad dance of a submissive in pain. About ten spectators watched her victimization with either enjoyment or envy.

The whip strokes came harder now, and onto the front of the poor tortured woman. Eventually the whip-wielding woman began to deliberately target the girl's breasts, expertly flicking off one peg at a time from the proffered flesh, bringing forth a yelp of pain from the girl with each one. Eventually all the pegs had been cruelly removed in this manner and the domina began to whip the bare breasts in earnest, while her male partner continued to apply firm strokes to the girl's bottom and legs. The thud of multiple strips of thick leather slamming into her breasts was causing great pain to the girl, but a low moan could be heard building from her throat, and suddenly her body spasmed in an orgasmic thrust and she collapsed softly, held up only by the chain. The couple whipping her quickly moved in and lifted her weight from the restraining metal, untied her hands and the dominant woman then hugged her tightly. The sight of the girl lustily hugging and kissing the woman who had caused her such pain was clearly an enormous turn-on for the spectators.

Nita moved into the next room where a bondage sling took pride of place. A tall slim blindfolded man was lying face-up nude on its leather seat, his arms and legs tied to each of the four chains anchoring it to the ceiling, his cock hard and pulsing despite the hair clips attached along its length. A tiny Asian girl dressed in severe leather was busily attaching a large strap-on dildo to herself. Then she lubed it up carefully and began to massage the arsehole of the man with her lubed finger, holding him open and thrusting her finger in. Then as his soft moans of pleasure came, and he began to relax, she drove the hard plastic cock into his rectum. He stiffened and whimpered at the invasive penetration, and her enjoyment of his discomfort was obvious.

The little Asian domme began to thrust back and forth, rocking the bondage sling back and forward, driving the man deep onto her cock, then withdrawing almost the full ten inch length of the dildo before pounding it back into him. She kept this up for several minutes before it became too much for the submissive, and he sprayed hot white cum all over his chest. The Asian woman gently slowed her thrusts and then pulled out. Nita smiled to herself, thinking of the kind of punishment her slave Martin would be enduring if he came like that without permission. A quick glance at Martin showed that he was thinking similar thoughts.

The little dominatrix was encouraging the man to run his finger through the wads of cum on his chest, and then forcing his finger into his mouth. At least she makes him do that, thought Nita ... they get so cocky if they get to cum without paying some sort of price.

Nita moved on to the third room. A small short-haired woman of about 30 sat in a throne-like chair here, with a slim long-limbed beauty draped naked across her knees, bottom up. The short-haired girl was applying hard smacks to the beautiful bottom of the girl artfully arrayed across her, while after each one; the victim recited "That's 37. Thank you, Mistress!" ... "That's 38. Thank you, Mistress!". Quite a few people were happily watching this tableau. Nita looked questioningly at Martin, and he leant forward and whispered to her "No-one knows the submissive girl's name, but she is 20 years old and a professional model. Every month she comes here, strips naked and has one of the lesbian women spank her bum very hard. Then when she has a magnificently reddened set of cheeks and is reduced to crying from the pain, she gets dressed, licks the pussy of her tormentor and goes home to her million dollar flat and, so we hear, her million dollar boyfriend. I guess it takes all types!"

Nita smiled approvingly, watching the pretty nether cheeks of the model slowly reddening in a sea of pain. The counting of the girl was becoming more labored now and a sob occasionally caught in her throat. The lesbian woman was smacking her as hard as she could now, raining down painful slaps across both buttocks, turning them an angry red. Eventually, the model's resistance broke and she began to cry: tears of pain, tears of shame, tears of humiliation. The short-haired woman smiled, and ceased the spanking immediately, then gently assisted the model to kneel in front of her. The model, sobbing quietly, unbuttoned the leather pants of her castigator, and slid them down. She pulled the woman's panties down as well, and slowly, tentatively began to lick between the older woman's eagerly spread legs. The short-haired girl stretched languidly as she enjoyed the attentive tongue of the young beauty, while the spectators enjoyed the sight of the magnificently proportioned limbs and superb curves of the model, spoiled only by the harsh damage inflicted on the poor girl's superb bottom.

The lesbian began to moan gently and the pretty model increased the thrusting of her tongue into the dominant woman's pussy. Her face was buried deep between the thighs of her tormentor, who grasped the back of the pretty girl's head and forced it deeper into her sodden pussy. Eventually the older woman came in a series of shuddering spasms, locking her thighs around the beautiful face of the model, and spraying her juices across it. Then she gently disentangled herself from her beautiful licker, while the model looked around embarrassed, and quickly moved to a small pile of clothing at the side of the room. She dressed hurriedly and left the room, the appreciative smiles of the observers secretly increasing her enjoyment of her own humiliation.

Nita smiled and motioned Martin back toward the now empty bondage sling room: it was time to participate. She ordered him to strip, and as Martin complied, she motioned him into the sling. She tied his hands to the locking leather straps at the head of the sling, but instead of attaching the similar straps to his ankles, she looped a strip of leather around both his ankles, securing them firmly together. She then tied this leather strip to a rope which was looped up to the bar running across the ceiling. She pulled on it hard and Martin's long legs were forced up as high as possible. Nita tied off the rope to itself so that Martin was face up in the bondage sling but with his legs extended straight up high above him. Nita smiled and slid his bottom forward so that it stuck out slightly beyond the leather support of the bondage sling. The she went to the far wall, where a wicked array of punishment implements awaited her inspection. Although there was a wide variety, her eyes lit up when she saw one particular fearsome weapon and she knew that this was what she needed. It was a cane. She had always loved caning Martin, but this cane looked special: it was nearly four feet in length! She picked it up and flexed it lovingly. Then she swished it through the air and the vicious swipe of air it took made Martin quail visibly. Nita loved the way Martin anticipated pain ... it meant inflicting it upon him was doubly enjoyable.

Nita moved behind Martin's exposed bottom, noting that a large crowd of people had crowded in to watch the action. Among the crowd Nita noticed Martin's friend Anna. Nita looked forward to watching the girl's reaction to her friend receiving punishment.

Nita began to run the vicious cane over Martin's buttocks. Despite his fear of the wicked instrument of pain, Nita saw with amusement that his cock was desperately trying to erect within the narrow confines of the chastity device. But of course that was not possible ... Nita played her hands over the tiny key hanging on its chain from her neck. She had kept him without orgasm for the last eight days, which meant he was becoming nicely desperate ... she loved it when he was like that.

She watched the lovely young Anna out of the corner of her eye. Anna was sitting on a bench seat with a good view of the action. Nita noticed the young girl's hand slide down surreptitiously to her groin, covered only by her G-string, as the macrame dress had ridden up when she sat. The trembling fingers of the pretty girl played gently across the lips of her pussy ... only Nita could see her do it. Anna looked Nita squarely in the face and smiled an angelic smile as she realized the stunning Indian domme had caught her playing with herself. Nita could not help smiling back.

And then, still looking at Anna, Nita raised the long whippy cane and brought it down with a sickening impact on Martin's bottom. Martin screamed an animal cry of sheer pain, and the crowd's intake of breath and murmured approval showed their appreciation of the stroke. In less than a second, twin angry red 'tramlines' were visible, scorched across Martin's bum. But Nita had eyes only for Anna. The young girl had watched the stroke intently and was now busily and unashamedly sawing two fingers up and down her teenage slit. She had pulled the G-string to one side, allowing direct access to her pussy. Nita could see the juices flowing ... time to make them flow even more, she thought.

Thwack! Again she brought the cane down onto Martin's unprotected bottom. And again he screamed as the pain flooded through his rear. Martin was used to Nita's cane, but he had never experienced a cane this long, nor this whippy. A second pair of tramlines marred his bum to the amusement of the onlookers. Nita raised the implement again, and felt herself begin to get wet as she saw the panic in his eyes. Then she smiled at him and brought it down to impact another vicious stroke across his helpless behind. Martin's bum raised itself up off the leather sling, as he performed that lovely involuntary dance of agony Nita loved so much to see. She felt her pussy suddenly go quite wet, purely at the wonderful feeling of delivering sharp agonizing pain to the slave she was denying pleasure to. His cock was struggling hard to erect inside its tiny prison she noted. So even with all that pain, he still had the hots for her. She hoped that would never change. She raised her cane and brought another savage blow whistling sweetly onto his buttocks.

And now, like the model, real tears had come to her slave. The pain, the helplessness, the humiliation had overwhelmed him, and he gave up his will, and lay there as she ran her hands across the savage marks of her lovely assault on him. She glanced over at Anna ... the sweet young thing had two fingers deeply and firmly inside her pussy now and was thrusting vigorously, oblivious to the world outside the central trio: Nita, Martin and herself. Nita sent another slice of pain biting into Martin's tortured rear, timing its impact with the deep thrust of the girl's fingers into her pussy. Anna panted, and nodded her appreciation.

Nita saw Anna increase the rate of her thrusting and indeed the young girl began to appear to drive herself forward to impale herself on her own questing fingers. Nita knew that one more stroke would probably do it. But Martin had clearly had enough ... but then she decided to give him one more just for the sheer sadistic pleasure of it! She tapped the cane lightly against the collapsed form of her slave, indicating that another one was coming, and expected him to just sigh with terror and resign himself to it. But no! His eyes showed his fear, but he raised himself up to offer his bottom once more to her cane. She felt immensely proud of Martin right at that moment. But his reward was an especially hard stroke to finish with.

Nita felt her pussy go completely sodden as the agonizing impact juddered through Martin's tortured bum, and his victimized body wrenched itself through another spasm of pure pain. But she also watched Anna, and was rewarded by the sight of the young girl's body also spasming, but this time through successive waves of pure orgiastic ecstasy. The girl's eyes met Nita's, and without a word being spoken, the girl came forward and began to adoringly kiss Nita's shoes.

Nita allowed the girl to worship her shoes for a while, as she rearranged Martin's ankles. She untied the rope to the ceiling, and then attached his ankles separately to the two chains holding the sling at its foot end, so that his legs were now widely separated. Only then did she take the key from around her neck and unlock Martin's chastity device.

As usual, Martin's cock sprang to immediate attention as soon as it had been released, despite the tears and the pain visited upon him. Nita stroked the long hard cock with evident pleasure. It throbbed with barely restrained force. But restrained it would stay, Nita knew, because Martin was well aware that dire punishment awaited orgasm without permission. She had trained him well.

Then Nita carefully bent and lifted Anna to a standing position. With a smile playing on her face again, she quickly stripped the lightly clad girl stark naked, then physically lifted her up onto Martin's body on the bondage sling. She positioned the girl's sopping cunt firmly on Martin's face, and his well-trained tongue immediately began its well-drilled work. Then Nita herself climbed up onto the sling and with one smooth motion, slid Martin's cock way deep into her pussy.

Then she commenced stroking and playing with the young girl in front of her, and encouraging Anna to do the same to her. The taut young body looked magnificent and she ran her hands over every curve of the teenager, exploring happily. Anna leant forward and kissed Nita's nipples, then ran her tongue around each one, raising them up and out, nipping them lightly and playfully with her teeth, then sucking a full mouthful of tit into her mouth and running her tongue back and forth across the nipple. Nita felt it way deep in her pussy. She was already experiencing wonderful sensations there, as she rocked herself back and forward on Martin's big heavy cock.

She felt herself building to a climax, but with long experience on Martin's cock, she kept herself on a steady simmer while her young friend experienced the twin joys of Nita's hands on her body and Martin's highly experienced tongue deep in her pussy.

Nita began to play the sweet young girl's body like a musical instrument, running her hands over erogenous zones the inexperienced girl barely knew existed. Nita knew Martin's skill and technique with his tongue and was able to play in tune with it; and in a matter of only a few minutes, she was guiding Anna toward a second sweet climax. But Nita kept her on the brink when she sensed Anna was close, pushing the girl's body back so that Martin's tongue was going deep in her hole.

Then with a practiced air, just as Anna got to the point of no return, Nita leant forward and grabbed the girl's protruding clit between two long dark fingers, and vigorously shook it, triggering a spectacular climax from her new friend, which gushed down onto Martin's face in waves of ejaculating juices.

Then having made sure Anna got there, Nita began to seriously ride Martin's cock, thrusting herself up and down hard on the firm column of flesh inside her cunt. She increased her stroke rate to a frenzy, holding back her inevitable orgasm until it finally crashed like an angry wave over her, almost drowning her in its intensity, a series of wonderful crashing jarring strokes of pleasure pounding through her entire being. Orgasm was so incredibly wonderful, she thought, breathing deeply, especially when it is supplied by someone whose orgasms can be controlled and denied by oneself!

Nita leant forward and deeply tongue-kissed Anna. The two girls happily held each other's sweaty bodies, while their tongues entwined and explored. Then they climbed off Martin's body. Nita carefully unchained Martin from the bondage sling, and the two girls stared at his enormous erection with amusement.

"What will you do with that?" asked Anna.

Nita was feeling in a benevolent mood. "You can whack off if you want to, slave."

The look of joy in Martin's features was a sight to behold. But then Nita caught sight of the adulation in Anna's eyes as the young girl looked at the Indian goddess, and added "... Or, if you wish, you can beg me to deliver three more cuts of this vicious cane across your bum instead of your orgasm. Entirely your choice."

Martin hesitated, and Anna looked at Nita with puzzlement. But then Nita's constant reinforcement kicked in through Martin's submissive brain, as she had known it would.

"Which option would please you most, Goddess?" came his almost whispered response.

"I think you know that, Martin.", was Nita's equally quiet reply.

Martin's shoulders slumped, then he placed his hands against the wall to offer his scarred bum for Nita's attentions, and almost sobbed "Goddess Nita, I beg of you, please give me three more strokes of your vicious cane instead of the orgasm you offered me."

Nita laughed aloud, and said, "Well, if you insist!" She unlimbered the long cane again, and with the lovely body of Anna resting contentedly against her, she lined up Martin's bum. Three agonizingly painful strokes later, Martin was in tears, Nita was in ecstasy, and Anna was getting wet again. Anna got even more wet when Nita sent for ice, applied it to Martin's swollen cock until it subsided, placed the chastity device back on his genitals, and locked it firmly.

Then she turned to Anna and said, "And now my dear, I feel I need a woman's tongue ... it is time for you to lick my pussy."

Anna merely smiled.

THE END

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