Secret D/ confessions: Slave Toy

The Dinner Party
Part 1

I was invited to a private dinner party hosted by some Lifestyle friends who have a splendid home and several acres of private land. The dress was Formal Kink. I wore My newest black corset and tight black leather skirt, the lacing on the side accentuating My curves. My feet clad in soft soled black leather boots, and My nails sharpened into daggers, polished with a glowing silver tint.

The main dining room had been exquisitely decorated and lit with soft candle light. Female and male slaves, naked to the waist, wearing sarongs and slippers, moved swiftly and silently from the kitchen to the table, bringing platters of gourmet foods and bottles of vintage wines.

The host and hostess welcomed Me warmly and made introductions all around. They had assigned the seating arrangements for maximum conversation potential. I was seated between two attractive people, on my right was a man in his late 30’s with graying temples and a trim, muscular body. His green eyes sparkled with admiration and good humored mischief. The woman was seated to my left. She was in her late 20’s with long-stemmed legs and sky high heels. Her silk blouse pulled tight across a bountiful bosom and her jet black hair framed a face off-set by startling blue eyes. I felt a mutual
attraction to both of them and we conversed about many matters, great and small, laughing merrily throughout the evening.

After dinner, the slaves cleared away the tables and the hosts gathered the guests into the main room of the house, that had been converted into a private dungeon. My two new friends followed Me to the large spider web in the center of the room. After a quiet negotiation talk, they both disrobed and followed My instructions to stand on either side of the web, facing each other. I bound both securely to the web, ankles, wrists and waists tied with silken ropes. Then slipped silk blindfolds over both their eyes.

I started with the man, Frank was his name, first. After a slow, sensual flogging his cock strained through the web towards the pubic mound of the woman, Clare. He was whimpering and trembling. I glided silently around to Clare, and paid great attention to her back, belly, thighs and breasts with the vampire gloves. I teased her, rubbing closer and closer to her mons but never touching
her lips. She was squirming with anticipation and arching her back. I brought up My knee and pushed her pelvis to Frank’s rigid cock. She moaned softly.

I glided away, picked up a pair of canes, and returned to the web. Viscously I worked them both over, they struggled and screamed, but their lascivious nature was overtly evident. Frank’s cock bulged ever larger and redder. Clare’s nipples were hard as diamonds and the silken fluid of her vagina poured down her legs, spreading over her thighs.

To be continued...Vendaval