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Hello, reader!
Thanks for taking some of your time to read my little story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Sadey Quinn
N and I have an annual tradition of inviting some of our kinky and kink-friendly friends out for a Labor Day BBQ. It’s a small, relaxed gathering. Depending on the year it can be vanilla, have sexy undertones, or be totally kinky.
(Last year my mother visited on Labor Day weekend. We kept that BBQ vanilla.)
My birthday falls around Labor Day every year, and this year I happened to publish my first erotic book on my birthday. N wanted to celebrate the two events. I didn’t object. After copious amounts of ‘birthday sex’, N snuggled me close and whispered in my ear: “No more cumming until the barbeque.”
I shivered against his body. The next three days I spent a lot of time daydreaming about what would happen on Monday. Luckily, as always, I had plenty of things to busy myself with and kept myself distracted with writing and a huge project I’m doing for a long-time client.
On Sunday we made the preparations. I harvested lots of garden veggies for grilling and salads, cooked up the stuff that we could prepare ahead of time, and N did the dirty work of getting the chickens ready for the BBQ (we raise our own… I usually avoid having any part in the ‘processing’ of them). We stuck our last box of homebrew in the fridge and did a quick wine run. Since N and I live so far out, we rarely get the opportunity to host a gathering. So, we go kind of crazy. Every year I make way more food than necessary and send our friends home with huge amounts of leftovers.
By early evening we had everything prepared and ready for grilling. All my side dishes were done, and the peach pies would just need a half hour in the oven before being served.
I get really hyper [read: annoying] when I’m tired out and excited. Since N knows me well, he saw it coming. I got the ‘leave me the hell alone, Sade,’ look and he went off to read by himself. Luckily the hyperness usually yields to exhaustion fairly quickly. I drank one of our beers – this batch was an IPA that turned out really nice – and continued cleaning and finding things to do to prepare. Finally, sleep won, and I collapsed into bed.
N woke me up early. “Go shower and then come back to me,” he said as he pulled all of the covers off me.
I quickly bathed, then combed my hair, dried off, and returned to him naked.
He was already dressed. He had shaved his ridiculous moustache nd looked handsome in his khakis and red t-shirt. I wanted him to fuck me right then, but knew he wouldn’t. Sex would have to wait.
“Kneel,” he said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. I dropped to his feet and looked up to him, waiting.
He carefully took the thin collar I wear off my neck. It’s really more of a symbolic collar; a short necklace to any casual observer. He replaced it with a thick black leather collar that fits snugly around my neck. I felt it with my hands when he had it in place. Whenever he replaces my collar with one that is more…obvious… I immediately feel even more submissive. It puts me into a different frame of mind.
N touched my face gently, looking down at me fondly. “Guess who is coming to give you a birthday spanking?” he asked.
“Who?”
“Syd.”
I felt my eyes grow wide. Syd is a monster of a man. He’s nearly seven feet tall and big. He smacked my ass once at a party just to demonstrate that his hands were large enough to leave a mark that covered both of my butt cheeks. I swallowed hard as I pictured myself over his huge lap.
N was grinning. “Okay. We have some stuff to do before they start arriving. I told them all to get here anytime after eleven. Amy’s coming early.”
N had me wear my small yellow sundress. The fabric is thin and soft. The end of the dress falls just below my butt, and the top is low cut. Any bending of any kind would become a fairly explicit show for anyone watching.
“No underwear, Sade. If I even need to say it.”
Our first friends arrived just a little after ten. It was Amy and Stewart. Amy and I have been friends for years, and Stewart is her new boyfriend (and Dom). I gave her a big hug – I hadn’t seen her in months. She had gone off on a Europe vacation and I’d been so busy with everything that we just never seemed to find a chance to be in the same place at the same time.
Amy handed me a wrapped box.
“Hey! I thought we said no gifts…” I protested.
“You said no gifts. N send us an e-mail saying some gifts would be welcomed. Sorry, Sade,” she said, shrugging. “This was Stewart’s idea, not mine.”
She joined me in the kitchen to help me prepare some of the snacks I would set out first. I considered checking N’s outbox to see what he had sent to our friends but decided against it.
Amy filled me in on the new boyfriend and Europe while we worked. They met online and chatted for a long time before he finally convinced her to meet him in real life. Now they’ve been dating for two months. I’m happy for her – she seems quite content. And it turns out that Stewart is deliciously evil. ;)
Four friends showed up next, a bit after eleven. I greeted them all and was handed two more ‘presents’.
Two of the friends were a Domme/sub couple, Mistress Tracy and Pam, who N and I play with occasionally. Even if I meet Mistress Tracy by chance at a grocery store she makes me call her ‘Mistress’ (which has proved to be quite embarrassing). She is one of the most sadistic people I’ve ever met. When she handed me the wrapped present she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “This is going to be fun, slut.”
Her comment sent my brain spinning. I knew N planned for me to be spanked by Syd, and I knew other kinky things would happen given the crowd, but I had no idea what was up his sleeve. I went to find him.
We had our backyard set up for the gathering. Since we have no neighbors and we’re fairly far back from the road, our space is very private. All our friends knew they could play as they wanted. When I walked outside I saw Amy naked, kneeling at Stewart’s feet. I smiled at her and she smiled back.
N was lighting the grill. When he saw me approach he made the hand gesture that means ‘crawl’, and I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over to him.
“Um, sir?” I said tentatively.
“Yes?”
“Can I ask you what you told them to bring as gifts?” I asked.
“You can.”
I rolled my eyes. “What did you tell them to bring as gifts?”
He crouched down to my side and pulled me up so I was kneeling, facing him. “I told them,” he said, “that if they wanted to bring you a birthday present, it should be something that they can use on you today.”
I swallowed hard and felt my pussy tingle a little bit when I realized he’d given them all permission to play with me. I wasn’t particularly surprised. However, on quickly reviewing the dominants that would be in attendance, I started getting a bit nervous. Even with just Mistress Tracy and Syd, I’d be in for a hell of a painful afternoon.
Other friends showed up between eleven and twelve, making us a group of thirteen people all together. Apart from Stewart, all of them have been long time friends of N and I. I loved watching as some of the subs fell into their roles, kneeling or serving their dominants openly.
When Syd arrived he found me in the kitchen preparing a cooler with beer and white wine. I was bent over, stacking the bottles around the ice, when I felt him behind me.
“Not a bad view,” he said.
I jumped up and spun around to face him. I knew I was blushing…
“Hey, Syd,” I said, smiling at him.
To reiterate, Syd is a big guy. I looked up at him and felt like a dwarf. He pulled me into a big bear hug, making me giggle when he tickled my side a bit. Then, without any warning, he pushed me over the kitchen counter and began to pepper my ass with his huge hand. I squealed and wiggled, helplessly trying to escape the assault.
When he stopped and let me up, I stood, rubbing my butt with my hands.
“That hurt,” I said, trying my best to make a pouty face.
“That, dear, was a preview,” he replied. He pointed to the cooler. “Want me to carry this outside?”
“Please.”
Mistress Tracy waved me over to her when I went back outside. She was chatting with N. Pam was at her feet.
“Your Master and I thought it would be nice if you and Pam serve us all some drinks,” she said. “You can serve us first.”
Pam and I scurried off to the cooler. I opened N a beer and Pam poured Mistress Tracy a glass of white wine.
“Do you know what she got me?” I whispered.
“Yeah…” she said.
“Well!?” I asked. My tone bordered on urgent.
“Not allowed to say,” she replied.
We returned to them and gave them their drinks.
“Hands up in the air,” said N, setting his beer down. He pulled my dress off of me, leaving me completely naked, save for the collar. “That’s better. Go serve the rest of our friends.”
Pam and I quickly got everyone their drinks. She spilled a little bit of wine on Syd’s shirt and was rewarded with five firm smacks to her butt.
(I asked her later if she did that on purpose. She claims she didn’t, but I’m still suspicious. Every sub wonders what it would be like to be spanked by Syd.)
I poured Pam and myself a glass of wine and we both surveyed our small crowd. In addition to the friends I’ve mentioned, there were three more couples. One, a gay D/s couple who go by (in complete seriousness) King and Prince. Along with Prince, the other sub male of the group was David, with his Domme, Angie. And then Richard and Tonya, two amazing people who both simply like kinky, open sex.
Clothes were starting to fall off the subs, and those who remained dressed were definitely not dressed for the main public. Prince was decked out in a leather thong, and King was wearing a tight black shirt and leather pants. I knew they weren’t attracted to women but god sometimes I wished they were.
Tonya was wearing a tight see-through tank top. She bounced over to me when she saw I was free to chat and gave me a hug.
“Congratulations on the book,” she said. “I read most of it with Richard… it gave us some fun ideas.”
“Good!” I said, happy to hear this. We chatted for awhile, watching our friends interact around us. It’s always oddly surreal to have a conversation about something normal (in this case, the gardens in our backyard) while watching people engage sexually.
I heard clinking of glasses and saw N standing, getting everyone’s attention.
“Welcome back, friends!” he said. “Please help yourselves to food and beverages. I’ll start grilling in a couple of hours, but until then there are plenty of snacks to enjoy. As you all know, you’re free to have my slave get you anything you need. Are any other slaves available for this today?”
Amy, Pam, and Prince were promptly volunteered.
“And for those that brought special gifts for Sadey, you’re welcome to have her open them whenever you’d like. Syd, when will the birthday spanking happen?”
I blushed and fidgeted a bit. I’m used to being naked in front of people, but having direct attention on me always makes me incredibly nervous.
N, of course, knows this. He was watching me, enjoying my discomfort.
“How about just before we eat? You tell me when,” said Syd.
“OK – Sadey’s birthday spanking will be given to her by Syd at two o’clock. And it goes without saying that you’re all welcome to give her some birthday spankings before then as well. Just keep in mind she’s going to be getting a beating. Go easy on her ass.”
Amy told me later that my face was cherry red at this point. But, my embarrassment soon gave way to nervousness when Tonya handed me her empty glass.
“Why don’t you get me a refill? Ask Richard if he’d like anything, too.” she said. Her smile was small and her look was firm. “I’ll go get our gift for you. Meet us at the rig.”
The rig is simply a metal, upside down U that was set in the ground using concrete. It’s nine feet tall and, when we’re having special company, N usually puts hooks in place at various intervals. For the vanilla folks who bother to inquire about it, we call it a horse holder. N finds this lie completely hilarious, since we do not have horses and even if we did, we wouldn’t use the rig for animals.
No, the rig is only for the humans. N had put a few pieces of rope by it this morning in anticipation of it being put to use.
Richard requested a glass of water and I obliged. I met them at the rig with their drinks. Tonya held a long, thin box towards me.
“Happy Birthday,” she said.
I opened it slowly. Inside was a black flogger.
“It’s beautiful,” I said softly, picking it up to feel the weight in my hand. The strands were leather and very soft. From my basic experience with floggers, I knew this one could range from sensual to painful, depending on who was using it.
“It’s one of our favorites,” Richard said. “I asked N if you had this one… when he said no, we ordered it for you guys immediately.”
“Wow,” I said. They have good taste, and I knew this flogger had to have been expensive. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, Sadey,” said Tonya. “Want to try it out?”
I nodded.
Richard gently tied rope around my hands, then hooked the rope through the top of the U so my arms were both reaching up towards the sky. He pulled me up further until I was just barely able to touch my heels to the ground.
I looked up and saw that most of the group had migrated to watch me be flogged. I felt goosebumps on my skin though I didn’t feel cold at all. Tonya held the flogger in her hands and began guiding the tails along my stomach, then my back, letting me feel the soft touch of the leather.
The first strokes landed on my back. I gasped softly with each one before I fell into her rhythm and began to anticipate when I would feel the kiss of the flogger. She was flogging me lightly and I pushed myself into her strokes, the masochist in me so turned on and wanting more.
Richard took his turn after awhile and moved to my front. Before he began he felt my pussy and whispered into my ear what I already knew: “You’re very wet.”
His strokes started soft but quickly grew harder, making me moan in pain. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations, wanting to absorb every feeling I was getting from this new toy. When I opened my eyes I saw that Stewart was standing behind Amy, holding her tight and fingering her while they watched.
Richard slowed down and went back to a gentle flogging before stopping completely. He released me from the U, hugged me, and whispered, “Do you mind if others use this toy today?”
“Of course not,” I whispered back. “Amy should be next.”
I winked at Amy as I walked back towards the house. N caught up to me.
“That was hot,” he said, grabbing my hand.
“Yeah… sir…” I said hesitantly, not wanting to say what I was thinking.
“How badly do you want to cum right now?” he asked, reading my mind.
“SO badly!”
“Lay down then, make yourself cum,” he said, stopping in the middle of the yard.
I looked at him to see if he was serious. He definitely was. Sighing, and hoping there weren’t many bugs on the grass, I lay down at his feet and started rubbing my clit. I was so wet that I knew this wouldn’t take long.
N put his booted foot on my naked chest and pressed down on me lightly. He’d never done that to me before, but for some reason it just pushed me over the edge and I came hard, crying out loudly as my whole body shook.
He gave me a few seconds to rest and then held his hand down to help me up.
“Let’s go chat with Angie and David. I haven’t had a chance to catch up with them, and they’re the only ones not at the flogging show.”
Angie and David were both fully clothed, meaning I was the only naked person sitting at the table. I tried to ignore this but I kept catching David looking at my boobs.
Angie noticed, too, and finally said to him: “David, would you like to sit here naked so that Sadey can stare at your crotch?”
David turned red. “No, Angie,” he whispered.
“Good.” She turned back to N and I tried to send a comforting, don’t-worry-about-it look to David. But he was staring down at the table and I couldn’t catch his eye.
Angie is a trained botanist, and N and her always get into long plant discussions whenever they are together. Which I find interesting for about ten minutes. Then, my brain starts to wander. I sipped my beer and thought about my kinky friends and how we all had to hide our behavior from everyone else. It’s kind of frustrating.
How did anyone meet kinky people before the internet? I always knew I was into pain and humiliation and that I wanted to be controlled. Ever since I was little, there’d always been hints of my kinky self poking out into the world. I’d re-read punishment scenes in children’s books over and over again, fascinated, wondering what it would be like to be punished. When I got old enough to understand sex, I daydreamed about being thrown down, tied up, controlled and used.
I’m kinky to my very core, but if it weren’t for the internet I would never have known there were other people out there, like me, who craved these unspeakable things. Reading stories online helped me be OK with myself and understand that I’m not alone.
And I wonder how many people hide their feelings; their submission, or their dominance, for the sake of normalcy. How many people are stuck in relationships of equality when all they want is power and control or service and submission?
As I watched Amy get flogged on the far end of the yard and saw the spectators – Pam naked at Tracy’s feet, Syd fondling Tonya while Richard did the flogging – I felt content. These are the people who I can be myself with. At this gathering, I wasn’t going to make anyone feel awkward with my sexual openness or my submission. And among these people, there was simply an understanding of acceptance. We all know David doesn’t want to submit to anyone but Angie, and we know that Richard and Tonya are open to touch but never to sex. Being aware of small boundaries makes us so much more free to have fun and play.
I shifted my mind back to N and Angie, still chattering on about some sort of mulch technique that works well for peach trees. Angie glanced in my direction and smiled.
“Sorry, we’re just boring you to death, aren’t we?” she said.
“No, no, not at all. My mind is just wandering a bit.”
“Why don’t you and David go get your present? I left it in the living room.”
“Do you know what it is?” I whispered as we went inside.
“Yeah, I picked it out,” David said. He grinned at me mischievously.
I groaned inwardly but tried not to show it. David has a huge butt fetish. I do not. I was hoping his domme had selected the gift.
He grabbed it and brushed his hand against my ass. “I wonder if Angie will let me give you a spanking,” he mused as he handed me the small box.
I shivered and quickly led us back outside.
“Go on, now. Open it,” Angie said when we returned.
I unwrapped the box carefully (yes – I’m one of those people who actually saves wrapping paper) and opened it up. Inside was a small glass butt plug, mostly clear with just a few soft, red swirls going through it. I’m not the type to be fascinated by butt plugs, but this one is actually very pretty.
“Bend over David’s lap, Sadey,” said Angie. “He wants to put it in.”
I looked at N who was sitting back and smiling.
David scooted his chair back and patted his legs. “Come on,” he said.
I bent myself over his lap, so glad that everyone else was at the rig with the new flogger. David rubbed my ass for awhile and let his fingers graze my pussy lightly, making me moan. I wiggled under his hands, knowing that seeing my ass move around on his lap would turn him on even more.
Then, he parted my ass cheeks and touched my asshole softly. I squirmed, not used to being touched there. He got his hands wet with my pussy juices and used my own wetness to lube up my ass.
I was breathing heavily, turned on by his touch and the situation. I felt the plug at my asshole, and moaned in pain as he pressed it into me. He didn’t go slowly at all, and held my waist firmly as I squirmed against his treatment.
“It looks nice in her,” he commented after he got the butt plug into place. I felt Angie’s hands on my ass and I groaned as she turned the plug around, testing it.
“All right, then. Let her up,” said Angie.
I got up and faced the three of them, me naked and humiliated and them clothed and seated. I blushed and sat down awkwardly, getting used to the feeling of the plug in my butt.
“Thank you for the gift, Angie and David,” I said quietly.
“You’re welcome,” said Angie.
I excused myself to go to freshen up and took my time. Since I’m trying to explore a lot of different aspects of BDSM (research! For the books! That’s why, I swear!), I wondered if David would ever let me try to top him. I know he doesn’t like being topped by others in a group setting, and probably wouldn’t want to be topped by N or any men. But maybe if it were just Angie and I …
Back outside, the group was returning, done playing with the new flogger for the moment. N was stationed by the grill. I saw Prince pouring wine and went to help out.
He had red lines on his back. I grinned.
“Did you like the flogger?” I asked.
“Yeah!” he said enthusiastically. “That’s a really nice toy.”
I agreed and took some of the glasses from him. I followed him as he made the rounds, serving everyone a new drink.
The vibe was friendly and definitely sexy. Amy was down on her knees, naked, and looked like she was in blissful subspace by Stewart’s feet. Stewart occasionally dropped his hand down to pet her head.
When I brought her a glass of wine, Stewart looked at me and casually said, “Put her wine in a bowl, please.”
Amy’s face turned red but she smiled up at him. I smiled and retrieved a tiny cat dish (note that we do not own cats). I poured her wine in the dish and set it by her knees.
“Thanks, Sade,” she said.
“Should we give her our gift now?” Stewart asked, looking down at Amy.
“Sure,” she said. She crawled to the house to find where I had placed their gift. As she crawled back as we both watched her intently. She really is a beautiful woman and crawling for her is just… natural.
She handed me the box and I looked at her suspiciously.
“Do I want to open this?” I asked her.
“I don’t think it matters if you do or not,” she coyly replied.
I nodded agreement, smiling at her, and opened the box. Then I burst out laughing. It was so cliche yet so sweet and kinky that I wanted to tackle them both with hugs and kisses.
They’d made me a coupon book. The first coupon in the stack expired that day. It read: ‘Free cunt licking from Amy.’
The rest of the coupons are a secret. I promised Amy I wouldn’t tell. But I suspect that all four of us (Stewart, N, Amy and I) will have quite a bit of fun as we make our way through all of the coupons they gave me.
I was tempted to use the expiring coupon immediately but decided to wait. I felt the twinging weirdness of domme-hood as I realized I could order Amy to her knees to lick my pussy whenever I wanted. Amy is one of my best friends and we’ve never really played together. But knowing she was probably pretty up for it, based on some of the coupons she gave me, made me extremely horny. And she knew I wanted to explore trying to top people. The fact that she would offer herself to me gave me great pleasure.
I looked down at her, and she gazed up at me – I saw sparkles in her eyes.
“I can’t wait until you lick my cunt,” I told her, doing my best to make my voice hard and stern. “But first I need help with some of the side dishes. Come with me, it’s almost time to eat.”
Amy looked to Stewart for approval and then scampered to her feet and followed closely behind me as I led her into the kitchen. We were both giggling; we were high from arousal and the alcohol. I tweaked her nipples playfully and, forgetting herself, she moaned.
Then her face turned bright red.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “Your gift is my favorite one yet. Topping you will be super fun. N and Stewart are gonna love it.”
She grinned and took the cabbage salad out of my hands. We set the salads and other sides (this was a huge feast) onto the large buffet table N had placed outside by the grill. All of my sides were vegetarian since Tracy and Pam don’t eat meat.
Here is what I made:
So Amy and I set all of the sides out carefully, covering them with plates until we would sit down to eat. As I turned after setting out the black bean salad, I ran straight into King who had placed himself by my side.
“Oof!” I said, stepping back.
“Happy birthday,” he replied. He handed me his gift.
My heart rate sped up as I slowly unwrapped the small box. Inside was a piece of paper, and I half expected that I’d received more coupons from my kinky friends. But instead, it said: ‘Treasure hunt, slutty pornographer. What cums every day but Sunday?’
I showed the clue to Amy who exclaimed: “The mail!”
We ran out to the front yard together, checking quickly to see if any cars were headed in our direction as we made our naked way to the mailbox. I flipped it open and yanked out the next clue.
Clue by clue, Amy and I ran around the yard as we figured out the treasure hunt. The last clue read:
‘Sadey is nimble, Sadey is quick …’
I shouted, “The candles! The barn!”, and Amy and I took off running towards the small barn behind the house.
(It is more of a storage shed then a barn to be completely honest.)
Inside the barn is where N and I keep a number of things, including our large supply of homemade candles. We made them two years ago and have been slowly using them when needed – for the usual stuff, like power outages or hot wax play. ;)
In the middle of the main room of the barn sat a handmade spanking bench. I whirled around to face King and Prince who, knowing I was on my last clue, had followed me to the barn.
“This is too much,” I protested. The wood alone must have cost them much more than I would consider appropriate for a birthday gift – not to mention the time it took them to put it together.
“No, it’s not too much,” said King. He stepped forward and growled right into my ear: “I may be gay, but I’m sadistic first. N promised me I can come give you a workout on this bench whenever I want. I’ll put Prince on it first, then you, then him again – I’ll just go back and forth until I’m exhausted. I know I can’t spank you too hard today, but get your little horny body over that bench so I can give you a preview.”
My jaw dropped at his words. Before now King had never expressed any interest in playing with women. Prince placed himself at King’s feet, and I saw N’s frame in the doorway. I had to obey.
The barn was dark but enough light poured in to the two dusty windows that I knew my body was well lit as I draped over the wooden spanking bench.
King and Prince added convenient padding in important areas and, as I got settled, I was surprised that the bench is extremely comfortable.
As I extended my thoughts verbally to King, hoping he’d appreciate the complement, he said, “Shut up, Sadey. I know what we make is well-made. I’m glad you like it. But shut up.”
I swallowed and clamped my mouth shut, not used to being treated like a submissive by King. N and I have a variety of friends who are either hetero-flexible, bi, or gay – and King is gay. Gay to the degree that, during one costume party I was at he smirked at my maid outfit and said, “It would look hot. If it were on a guy.”
My mind raced as I processed this. Had he ever hit a woman before? I’d seen him beat Prince on a few occasions and I did not want him to treat my ass the same way he treated his male slave.
I yelped loudly when I heard King yank his belt out from his pants and looked back at him with fear.
“Your belt, King? Really?” I said.
“Sadey, SHUT UP!” he said. He was grinning and I heard N laughing too. I relaxed. This was more for fun than anything else. I caught a glimpse of Prince’s expression, though, and he looked scared.
Really scared.
I realized he was fearing his impending beating more than being afraid for my welfare.
King gave me light to firm smacks with his belt while he pointed out the various features of his hand-crafted spanking bench. He placed my hands on the handles below my torso and at level with my torso. He waved N over to show him how to adjust both my knees and my chest to make my ass have varying degrees of tautness. I blushed as he demonstrated how to separate my knees to an uncomfortable degree and I knew everyone there could see my pussy. I stared forward, not wanting to count how many of our guests had migrated to watch this display. From the voices and laughter, my sad guess was that all of my friends were watching.
“If you want to bind her, this metal here is secured tight,” King was saying to N as they both examined the bench together.
I ignored them and tried to ignore the fact that my legs were spread. I carefully dared to look behind me and saw that, indeed, everyone in the entire group had gathered to watch this spectacle. Groaning loudly I turned back around.
I felt him beside me before I heard his voice. Stewart.
“Sadey, don’t you want to use your coupon now? Your pussy is so wet, we can all tell. And it’s very accessible.”
Stewart wanted me to use Amy’s services to lick my cunt until I came. I was caught in between my sub-side of wanting to please Stewart and my domme-ideas of having Amy lick my cunt in a place where I could use my hands to shove her face into my pussy or dictate the position she should have.
I thought for awhile before nodding. “OK.”
“Tell her,” he said. He motioned to Amy and she crawled over.
“Amy,” I said, “did you see how wet my pussy is?”
She nodded.
“Do you want to lick me until I cum?”
Again, she nodded.
“In front of everyone?”
Affirmative.
“Lick my cunt, Amy,” I said.
Her hands gently gripped my legs as she crouched behind me. She moved slowly, purposefully. I’d only been eaten once before by another woman and my heart was beating hard as she centered her attention on my trembling pussy.
It was a weird combination of nervousness and excitement. Not to mention being fully exposed to ten of my friends. I closed my mind and tried to block out the audience while Amy began to lick.
She was good, and I was very horny. Before long her attention to my clit started really working and I was getting close to cumming. N came up to stand beside me. He stroked my hair and I looked up at him.
“Let me,” I whispered, licking my lips.
N is very smart and knew exactly what I meant. He unzipped his khakis and pulled out his dick. He was
only semi-hard and I looked up at him quizzically.
“How are you not totally hard, watching this?” I asked.
He laughed. “Shut up and suck.”
I took him in my mouth and felt him grow. I love the feeling of him getting hard inside of me. Amy was still working hard and I was too, both on sucking N’s cock and trying to delay my orgasm so I could cum with him.
I took a break to tell Amy that and she replied, “It’s OK, I’m having fun.”
I giggled. Now I barely cared who was watching. My world was just Amy and N. Until I heard Syd say, “Stewart, you should fuck Amy. Then the picture would be complete.”
I laughed out loud and was having fun. Amy moaned against my pussy and I knew Stewart had gladly taken Syd’s advice. She was licking harder and fuck, I was so close.
“Please fuck me, N,” I said. I needed him to fuck my mouth. For some reason when N is forceful with his cock in my face it puts me into an incredibly submissive state of mind.
He didn’t need me to ask twice and in an instant his cock was slamming into my mouth. He had his hands in my hair and I just tried to relax while he fucked my face.
I guessed Amy had three fingers in my pussy and her lips were kissing, nibbling, and licking my clit. All at once her gift to me – the coupons that would allow me to feel her again and again – plus the spanking bench, plus the butt plug, plus the face-fucking – all of this coursed through me and I came hard, screaming around N’s cock.
My screams pushed N to orgasm and he came in my mouth.
Sweating over the spanking bench, cum dripping out of my mouth, I smiled. This Labor Day was going down in history.
I awkwardly got off the bench with N’s help. My pussy felt hot and I was still sweating and breathing hard. Leaning down, I whispered, “Thanks,” into Amy’s ear as she continued to get fucked by Stewart.
Prince was in King’s control now. King strapped Prince down to the bench like an expert. When in place, King smacked his belt against his hands and everyone in the barn flinched.
“I’m going to beat Prince now,” said King. “If you don’t want to watch, you should go.”
I wanted to stay but N tugged me away. “Good luck, Prince,” I called as I was hauled away from the barn.
Most stayed but Syd followed N and I out. He walked with N while I trailed behind.
“Almost time, right?” said Syd, looking back at me and winking.
Syd and N made a show up setting up a chair for Syd to use during my birthday spanking.
“Here seems good,” said Syd.
“No, here. The sun will be so bright that people will want to watch from the shade. This way they’ll be able to see it well.”
I rolled my eyes at the two men as they planned where I would be spanked. Taking a moment to myself, I sat down and relaxed. My body was still recovering from the orgasm in the barn. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the afternoon sun on my skin.
“Sadey.”
Mistress Tracy was standing over me.
“Yes, Mistress?” I said politely.
“Come with me.”
I meekly followed her into the house. She walked purposefully towards the table where she’d placed her gift for me.
“I have two gifts for you, little slut,” she said. Her tone was slightly unfriendly. I tried to smile at her to get her to lighten up but her eyes were like two steel balls, staring at me hard. “One of the gifts is this present. Open it now.”
I opened it carefully, willing my hands to stop shaking. We were the only people inside of the house and I knew I shouldn’t be scared of her but her demeanor was slightly frightening.
“Where’s Pam?” I asked, hoping to direct her attention elsewhere.
She did not respond.
Inside the box was a large tin of Tiger Balm. I looked at her, first with curiosity and then with fear.
“Are you going to put this on me, Mistress?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
If you haven’t heard of Tiger Balm, the thick goo is full of menthol-like stuff that soothes sore muscles when applied to shoulders and thighs. When applied to a woman’s cunt and ass, Tiger Balm is incredibly painful.
Mistress Tracy roughly grabbed me and bent me over the couch. She played with the new butt plug while I moaned before yanking it out of my asshole and setting it aside. Using her hands she rubbed the Tiger Balm all over my pussy around the rim of my asshole.
Within seconds, my entire cunt was burning.
I tried to protest and plea for mercy but she grabbed me by my hair and told me to be quiet. She sat down on the couch and pushed me down on the floor in front of her. I couldn’t think about anything but the burning in my pussy and my ass and I did not struggle as she moved me.
“Your second gift,” Mistress Tracy continued, ignoring my distress, “is a weekend with me. N likes that you’re thinking about playing top sometimes but agrees with me that you’re in need of training. Next weekend you will come stay with Pam and I. I will use you, beat you, and make you serve me, you little slutty girl.”
I shrunk down and whimpered. The burning continued and felt terrible inside my ass. In spite of the pain my brain was still logical and I didn’t see how Mistress Tracy abusing me for a weekend would teach me how to be a domme.
She soon answered my question.
“While I use you, Sadey, I’ll talk to you about why I do things the way I do. It’ll be a free lesson. At the end of the weekend you’ll dominate Pam. Trust me that you’ll be very ready to take on the dominant role after I spend two days torturing you. I’m looking forward to it.”
I groaned as it became clear to me that my fun form of erotica ‘research’ was going to make me suffer under the cruel hands of Mistress Tracy. I didn’t like that N was giving me away for an entire weekend but I couldn’t help that it did arouse me. Playing a dominant role would be just that: play. In my core I am submissive and I would serve Mistress Tracy as best I could.
She got up and patted her thigh. “Crawl after me outside. I think it’s time for your spanking.”
My cunt and asshole were burning and I whimpered as I crawled after her. She turned around and told me to be quiet on two different occasions. By the time we were outside the burning subsided slightly making me uncontrollably aroused. I felt tortured in so many ways.
The pain, the humiliation, and the continuous sensations that poured through my cunt…
I was ready for anything.
Syd had arranged his large, straight back chair in front of the eating tables. He stood near N, who was chatting with Stewart. Amy was at their feet. All of the others had seated themselves on a bench facing the chair. I found Prince, the poor thing. He was kneeling by King’s feet and I saw that his cock was rock hard and a cock ring sat at the base. He had his knees spread wide and it was clear King wanted to show him off. He caught me staring and his face turned red.
I grinned and imagined dominating him. I’d be terrible at it. Perhaps lessons with Mistress Tracy were a good idea.
The burning had become manageable and I crawled with what grace I could to kneel at Syd’s feet near Amy. She looked satiated and very happy. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and she winked at me.
“Sadey, are you ready?” N asked.
“Yes, sir.”
Syd strode to the chair and from behind it pulled out a wrapped gift. He handed it to me and I opened it, slightly scared but more turned on than anything else. To be honest, I couldn’t wait to be over Syd’s knees. His strength and massiveness was such a different thing to me and a huge turn on.
Inside the box was a large paddle. I took it in my hands and guessed (correctly, it turns out) it to be walnut. It felt heavier than it looked. It was smooth, oval shaped, and about twice the size of my hand.
“If you’re very good,” Syd said, “I’ll spank you with it.”
Syd took a seat on the chair and looked at me expectantly.
“Come on, now,” he said. “Get your birthday butt over my lap.”
My stomach was full of butterflies and the anticipation was driving me absolutely wild. All at once I was nervous, excited, and incredibly ready. I wasted no time and nearly fell onto Syd’s huge lap.
I heard N laugh at my eagerness and I ignored him. N will never totally understand the feelings a good masochist has when she’s about to be spanked, hard, by a man like Syd. He doesn’t have to understand; all he has to know is that I crave that kind of thing.
I was trembling with excitement and wiggled when Syd put one of his hands on the small of my back, holding me firmly in place.
“So, how old are you Sadey?” he asked.
“Twenty seven.”
His other hand was caressing my ass and I wanted to scream at him to start. I kept quiet.
“Twenty seven,” he repeated. He was taking his damned time and I knew he was just trying to make me suffer. “Well, Sadey, I’ll warm your ass up before I give you your twenty seven whacks. How’s that sound?”
“OK, Syd,” I whispered. I looked out and saw everyone watching. Pam was at Tracy’s feet; she looked captivated. I think she wished it was her over Syd’s lap instead of me.
Syd began slowly. His large hand did, indeed, cover both of my ass cheeks as he worked. I tried to rest my feet on the ground and remain composed but soon I was squirming and moaning in that combination of pleasure and pain that just feels… so good. My feet were making scissor kicks and I couldn’t help but reach my hands back to cover my butt.
Syd slapped them away. “Prince, take her feet,” he said. “Pam, her hands.”
In a short moment Prince held me tight by my ankles and Pam had a strong grip on my wrists. She looked right at me, her eyes glimmering happily.
Syd continued and spanked hard with the help of Prince and Pam holding me in place. I struggled in vain as he slapped my ass. There was no getting out of the spanking and I groaned helplessly. He left no part of my butt or upper thighs out of his spanking and I was sure I was covered in red hand marks by the time he took a second pause to rub my steaming behind.
“How’s that feel, Sadey?” he asked.
“It hurts, Syd,” I moaned.
He dipped a hand in between my legs and gave my cunt a quick rub. “Just like in your book,” he mused. “Dripping wet and in pain.”
I was seriously reconsidering my idea that my friends should read my books for free as, once more, I was reminded that I was not unlike my pain-slut protagonist.
“My next book is gonna be about a big huge male slave,” I shot back. I turned to look up at him and grinned the evillest grin I could manage.
Syd laughed loudly at that and resumed his spanking without another word. I was getting used to it now and I just absorbed each solid slap with small, short moans. Prince and Pam loosened their grips on me a little bit as they recognized my state of mind. I was in subspace and I was not struggling anymore.
“All right, paddling time,” Syd announced, taking another break. He rubbed my butt and I quivered at his gentle touch.
Pam retrieved the paddle from the ground where I’d left it. She handed it to Syd, and Syd said, “Pam, turn around and bend over.”
I looked up and saw Pam rewarded with four quick smacks of the paddle. She has a little bubble butt and it looked good getting spanked.
“Thank you, Syd,” she said politely.
I was still laying over Syd’s lap and hoped he would paddle me just like that. His lap is so comfortable,
I could take a nap draped across it.
My wishes were not of his concern. He pulled me up and stood up beside me, reminding me of how large he is for the billionth time that afternoon.
“OK, birthday girl. Bend over. Put your hands on the chair.”
I whined softly, not wanting to have my butt face all of my friends. Syd cocked his head and glared at me and I quickly complied with his command.
I heard the click of a camera and turned my head to see N taking photos. Whimpering some more and blushing with sudden humiliation of being so exposed (why I hadn’t been more humiliated over Syd’s lap, I have no idea…), I quietly asked him to stop taking photos. He came to me and bent over to whisper into my ear: “It’s my job to take photos of my horny little slut.”
Blushing more, I faced the back of the chair. My friends moved themselves in order to see what they wanted to see. Tracy, Pam, Stewart and Amy moved around to the front so they could see my face as I was paddled. The others stayed on the picnic bench to watch my ass.
“Twenty seven spanks is what you’re owed, Sadey,” Syd said, stroking my already stinging bottom.
“Do you think you can stay still for me?”
“Yes, Syd,” I said. I would try.
“We’ll see.”
The first whack send a sharp sting from my ass to my pussy and to my brain.
“OUCH! FUCK!” I cried out, shooting up and grabbing my ass.
Syd laughed and I heard N snapping photos. I glared at N and whirled around to face Syd. “That was hard!”
He only shrugged and smiled. I stomped my foot and took my position.
“That was one,” Syd said, reminding me that I had many more to go.
He spanked me softer for the next few whacks and I managed to stay in place. My ass was on fire and I hated the new paddle he’d given me. It hurt so much.
As he worked he increased the intensity of each spank. I was gripping the chair as hard as I could to stay in place. My arms were tense and my face was furrowed in concentration. Amy told me later that I looked like I was a constipated student studying for a tough exam.
Her assessment made me laugh, but at the time my world only consisted of Syd, the paddle, the chair, and my stinging ass. All of our guests, in my mind, had disappeared. N’s camera, which ended up taking over a hundred photos of my spanking, was no longer a part of my experience.
“Twenty, Sadey. Seven more. Count them for me.”
The last seven spanks seemed to last forever. I counted them dutifully and help myself in place. I imagined my ass was bruised and battered by now, but I did not cry or scream.
“Twenty seven!” I cried out when he executed the final stroke.
Syd pried my hands off the chair and gave me a big hug before passing me off to N. N held me tight.
He whispered, “Good girl, Sade. You took that like a champ,” while I sniffled into his chest.
The party resumed without us as N and Syd took me inside to see my butt. To my dismay I was hardly bruising at all, though the redness was impressive.
“Are you having a nice birthday?” asked N, looking at me through the bathroom mirror.
I nodded.
“Thank Syd.”
“Thank you, Syd,” I said sincerely.
“You’re welcome, Sadey,” Syd replied.
“Would you like to fuck her?” N asked casually.
Syd smiled. “I’d love to, but later. Let’s eat.”
We joined the rest of the group outside. I was relieved that I’d opened all of my gifts, though I knew there was much more fun and trouble to be had.
Our meal was filled with friendly conversation. I sat on a cushion beside Amy and marveled at what wonderful friends I have. Half of the people around the table wore no clothes and the slaves wore their collars with pride. I realized it’s no wonder I like to write about communities where alternative sexuality is accepted and appreciated. I never feel better than when I’m among my truest friends.
My friends who know me, the real me, are the best friends I’ve ever had.
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