We've both been busy with work lately and are starting to feel the strain.
When we receive the invitation for the costume party we decide that maybe this
is just what we need. A total change from our usual lives. We spend several
evenings discussing our costumes, discarding the usual period costume's first.
We finally decide on our costumes and "roles" and eagerly start shopping for all
the perfect touches for our costumes. The night of the party arrives and we
arrive with trench coats on covering our costumes. I enter first and you follow
right behind me. Our hostess greets us and offers to take our coats. I slip off
my coat and your hands catch it before it falls to the floor. All conversation
in the room is hushed and all eyes turned towards me. I'm wearing black tights
and a cotton gauze top that falls to just below my crotch. The top is elastic
and is slipped off my shoulders leaving my tanned, bronze skin exposed. It is
equally obvious that I do not have on a bra and my taunt nipples are clearly
pressing against the gauze fabric and straining at the laced up closing. I have
on several layers and types of gold necklaces, gold hoop earrings and gold
bangle bracelets clearly showing off my pirate treasures. Cinched around my
waist is a leather belt with a long slender foil clearly visible. Completing the
outfit are thigh high leather boots, highly polished. You are carrying a bag and
open it for me. I reach in and pull out a long leather whip. The hostess offers
to take your coat and you slip it off. Your wearing skin tight pants and your
cock and balls although soft now are already giving all the ladies present a
nice show. Even more appealing to the ladies is your naked, bronze tanned upper
body. The only accessories visible are a small clip-on nipple ring and a clip-on
hoop earring in one ear. Rounding out your well defined, muscular upper body is
a leather collar around your neck. Around your waist is a leather belt with a
sheathed knife and on your feet is sandals that have laces crisscrossing up your
calves to your knees. Your head has been obediently tilted downward since
entering the party and your dying to see the expresses of the crowd. Discreetly
your tilt your head just so and from the corner of your eyes can see the party
crowd mesmerized, the men all staring at me and to your pleasure the women all
eyes on you. I tell the hostess to give the coats to my slave. "Slave hang them
up then get me a drink with lots of ice." You obediently hang up our coats and
work your way to the bar. When you hand me my drink I notice very little ice. "I
said lots of ice slave!" I shove the glass back at you and in your best slave
boy obedient voice you respond, "Yes Mistress, please don't whip me." I reply,
"If you behave the rest of the evening I will spare you the whip!" You respond,
bowing deeply, "Anything Mistress, I will do anything." I work my way around the
room chatting with our friends with you bowed head behind me. You ignore any
comments or questions directed at you until I give you permission to speak. A
couple approaches us and I feel your body stiffen even though we are not
touching. He's a lawyer and has made frequent passes at me at parties before.
The woman with him is his meek, mousey wife who always looks as if a pin
dropping on the floor would startle her to death. We both detest this couple for
our own reasons. I find his sleazy manners and degrading speech towards women
very abhorrent and you find her docile nature very unappealing. Feeling pretty
pleased with our reversed roles I decide to "test" your obedience further. I ask
Roger to dance with me much to his surprise since I've always refused his offers
before. Roger looks questioning towards you, but you remain head bowed and
silent. I can tell it is really trying your patience especially when Roger's arm
that he casually slipped around my waist when he approached slips lower and he
fondles my tight ass in a familiar way. I can see your lips pressed tightly
together and a little twitch by your eye that I recognize as a sign of your
being quite irritated. I'm quite pleased that you are maintaining control and
staying in your role and decide to "test" you one step further. "Slave while I
dance with Roger, you dance with Dotty." I know how much you hate women who have
never had even a moment of assertiveness and know this will be sheer torture for
you especially since I happen to know that Dotty finds you quite handsome. I
spend much of the evening dancing with sleazy men. Some of them become quite
forward with me but as long as I voice no complaints you stay nearby quietly
submissive but watchful. I also make you dance with several other women I know
you dislike, letting them run their hands over your hard body and ass. Just as
you're wondering if this party will ever end, I inform you and the crowd that we
will be off now. You get our coats, help me on with mine and we slip outside and
to our car. On the ride home you are quiet listening to my chatter. I mention
how exhilarating it was to be in charge and giving orders. I've been so
frustrated at work lately taking orders from my superior some which I've argued
against but ultimately must follow and this has been a nice treat for me. So
busy am I chatting I don't realize how quiet and lost in thought you are. Your
thinking to yourself that even though initially you had some doubts about being
a slave for me in public that you actually had enjoyed much of the evening.
Enjoyed being told what to do instead of having to issue orders to subordinates
like you do at work. Your mind is also thinking how damn sexy I looked tonight
and how much you hated those sleaze balls touching me in all your favorite
places and hating how I allowed them to do it to me. You feel my hand lightly
resting on your thigh, caressing up and down. You know I am horny and will want
you to make love to me when we get home. As much as you want to pull over the
car and ravish me right now you are thinking I wish the evening could continue,
I wish she would remain in charge. As we approach the house I notice you still
walking behind me with your head obediently bowed. When we enter the house you
softly ask. "Would Mistress like anything before going to bed?" Looking at your
posture and taking into account the words you just spoke I wonder if you are
ready to end your evening as a slave. I reach out with the end of the whip and
lightly place it below your chin. "Look me in the eyes slave! Do you wish to
serve me as I wish the rest of the night?" Your eyes sparkle, as you respond,
"Yes Mistress, it would please me greatly to serve you." I respond, "Good! Get
me a drink with plenty of ice." You go off to get me a drink while I relax in an
easy chair. You return with my drink, this time plenty of ice present in the
glass. You also brought some strawberries and whip cream that you sit beside me
on the end table. You step backwards a step or two and ask, "What may I do for
Mistress now?" I relax with my drink and ponder your request. I sit down my
glass and lift a strawberry to the whip cream. As I bite into the succulent
berry, juice runs down my chin. I can see your prominent bulge get even bigger.
I smile and tell my slave to strip for me. You remove the sheathed knife from
around your waist and turn to set it on the table behind you. You start to turn
back towards me but I instruct you to bend over and remove your sandals from
that position. I can see every taunt line of your sexy ass straining against the
tight material and I'm very aroused. My hands reach up to pinch my nipples
through the gauze fabric and I moan. You ask if I want you to continue from this
direction and I tell you yes. I watch fascinated and highly aroused as you
wiggle your tight ass out of those incredibly tight pants. You didn't wear
underwear because the lines from your briefs were too obvious and I had told you
quite distracting from the costume. You can't admit it out loud but you're very
excited at performing this strip tease for me and can only imagine what I'm
doing to myself that is eliciting those delightful, sexy moans. Finally I tell
you to turn back towards me and I am rewarded by the sight of your impressive 8"
cock. I unbuckle the sword belt from around my waist and hold it out to you. You
take it and lay it aside. I instruct you to remove my boots. Your hands grasp
the top of my left boot. I can feel your long fingers lightly caress my thigh as
you pull the boot down my thigh, over my knee and calf and finally off my foot.
You repeat the process with my right leg and soon I am free of my boots. You
ask, "What would Mistress like now?" I take another berry into my mouth before
smiling and responding. "I want you to massage my feet slave!" When you start to
take my foot between your hands to rub it I lean forward and touch your
shoulder. "Don't massage it with your hands only and do both of them at once."
It doesn't take a rocket genius and you quickly realize what I'm asking. You sit
comfortably at my feet. Taking both of them in your hands, you wrap my soles
around your hard cock and lightly rub them up and down. God it feels so
delicious and I can tell you are very excited. Pre-cum is oozing from the head
and down the shaft making it deliciously lubricated. From the look on your face
I know you want to cum but I'm not ready for that. "Halt!" You stop your massage
and ask if you displeased me but I tell you no. I stand and ask you to help me
out of my tights. You gladly lift your hands to my waist and grasp the
waistband. You peel the tights down my legs. I steady myself by placing my hand
on your shoulder when I lift my feet so you can completely remove the tights.
You then stand and I ask you to unlace my blouse. Your fingers almost nervously
slowly untie the lace and loosen it exposing more and more of my breast. They
are very taunt and your mouth wants nothing more than to devour them but you
remain in your "role". I lift my arms over my head and you pull the blouse up
and over my head and arms. I stand before you decadently naked. I cup my ample
breast in my hands and ask if you would like to suck them. "Oh yes Mistress! I
would love that." With permission granted your hungrily take my hardened nipple
into your mouth sucking in more that I ever thought possible. I can feel your
tongue encircling the nipple, taunting and teasing it as your mouth forms a
delicious vacuum around my breast. I'm moaning very loudly and you can feel your
cock get even harder. You free the one tit and take the other in a similar
fashion. Soon it is more than I can take and know if I don't stop you I will
orgasm from the stimulation of your mouth on my breast alone. I'm about to stop
you when it crosses my mind. It doesn't matter if I cum now. I can cum any time
I want, any way I want after all I'm the one in charge. With this freedom all my
performance anxiety is gone (yes women get it too). My body convulses, my
muscles tighten and I feel the juices from my pussy flow freely as your lips
deliciously suck my nipple. You're slightly surprised having never known me to
orgasm from the touch of your lips on my tit but you enjoy the feel of my body
as it convulses then relaxes. Your thoughts are interrupted by my hand grabbing
you by the hair and pulling your head back, causing your back to arch. In a
husky voice I command you, "Slave, stand and stroke yourself for me but do not
let yourself cum until I give you permission." You stand and step back. You know
your hard cock is aching to cum and you want nothing more than to plunge it into
my hot, warm depth but you want to please me and take your tool in your hand.
Your other hand reaches down to lightly tug on your scrotum but you stop that
almost immediately because the pleasure is too intense and you know you will be
unable to control yourself. You slowly stroke your cock enjoying the feel yet
trying to keep your mind elsewhere to fend off your orgasm. Your eyes gaze at me
and it's almost more than you can stand. The sight of me pinching my nipples and
playing with my clit with my legs spread wide and thrown over the arms of the
chair is almost all it takes to put you over the edge and you actually dig your
fingernails into the palm of your hand to distract your mind. I respond softly,
"You may take me now if you want." The offer is very tempting but you remember
your role and say, "It does not matter what I want Mistress. Question is do You
want me to take you now?" I smile and respond, "Yes you are a dutiful slave. Yes
I want you to take me and to do it Now!" No more urging is needed and you
approach the chair. You kneel in front of it, grab my hips and impale my hot
cunt onto your cock. Your thrust's come hard and fast. I know it will not be
long, your excitement is so high. My hand reaches down to my clit and I finger
it. Finger it with hard, fast circular movements. As my own orgasm builds and
peaks, my pussy muscles contract around your shaft and I yell to you, "Cum my
slave. Fill me with your warm seed." My permission is all you need and you
gratefully fill my waiting pussy. Thrust after thrust produces thick, rich,
creamy cum to coat my love canal until it is so full that the excess squeezes
out and runs down my thighs. As your cock softens, you pause and ask, "May I
hold you Mistress?" I hand you the strawberries and whip cream then slip off the
chair beside you on the floor. I respond, "Yes slave, you may hold me. Hold me
now." You take me in your warm embrace and bend to kiss me. My lip's part and
your tongue explores my mouth. My tongue presses back to respond to your
tongue's caresses. When our lips finally part, I smile and tell you how much I
really enjoyed our little game tonight. You take a berry, dip it and hold it to
my waiting lips. Your eyes, warm and kind smile at me and you respond, "I too
enjoyed our role reversal. We'll have to try this again sometime."
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