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“Listen slut, did you think I didn’t notice you are putting on a show for the bartender, who I since learned is your husband?”
Oh fuck. Busted. I had no idea that she knew what I was up to. “I’m sorry; I’m not trying to cause any drama. You truly are beautiful; I was just having a bit of silly fun.”
Her fingers found their way into my hair, and grabbing a fistful of it, she pulled my head back causing me to look up into her eyes, “You have sub written all over you, and since you came back here, you must like eating pussy?”
I felt my head pulled back, “Ahhh…yes I do, but…but I can’t take things that far…”
She interrupted me, assuring me she knew the drill: sluts like me needed permission. I may have nicknamed her Big Bird, but this woman was no pushover. She read me like a book.
“Oh, don’t worry, little slut. I’ll find a way to get to know your husband. Then I’ll remind him how you played me the fool. He won’t care, but he’ll also be curious about what a Domme as tall as a skyscraper would do with his sub. I’ll ask him about your limits, which will intrigue him more. Then he’ll give me a whirl. He’ll send you to me. Just wait, little slut, our day will come.”
I practically came on the spot after I heard her words. Then she kissed me with a deep soulful kiss. And in a flash, we slipped out of the restroom and rejoined the party. I was momentarily discombobulated: What just happened back there? From that point forward, I no longer referred to the woman as Big Bird, but as Miss Lauren.
The party kicked into high gear for another hour, before shrinking back down. Many of the dancers had left, among them Miss Lauren, but a good number of new ones arrived. For the first time, I had a drink myself. For all intents and purposes, I thought the evening was about to wind down, at least as far as my duties. Boy was I wrong. I looked over toward Lexi, and she crooked her finger to motion me over. Uh oh, what am I in for now? Her expression suggested that she had something devilish in mind.
“Should we make Jack jealous?” she said, “I’ll take control of you.”
Instantly a rush ran through my body. I didn’t know what she had intended, but I suspected I was about to be humiliated in front of her guests, and oddly, I was deeply aroused by the idea.
“No actual sex,” I stipulated, “and please check with Jack first. Master or not, I won’t do anything without his go-ahead.”
Lexi retrieved scissors on her way to where Jack was. The two of them spoke momentarily, and then he looked up over her shoulder at me. We were communicating with nothing other than our facial expressions. His glance was his way of asking me if I was cool with her idea. A cute little smile on my part meant ‘let’s go for it.’ If I had instead opened my eyes wide, it would have meant ‘noooo, please’.
My smile signified approval. Suddenly, Jack pointed the remote toward the stereo and turned the music down. With a loud and booming voice, Lexi penetrated the entire room with:
“Come here, bitch!!”
I was instantaneously in sub mode. It was that simple. Like an obedient female robot, my wrists wrapped around to my lower back, and I walked toward her. The various conversations suddenly went silent. All eyes were on me. Lexi held up the scissors for everyone to see.
“Stand perfectly still, slut,” she said. “You are overdressed as far as I can tell.”
Lexi then walked around me, circling me. I immediately felt my pussy moisten. Thankfully, no one knew how aroused I became from being put on display in this manner. Lexi moved to the front of me and knelt down. She slowly moved her hands under my dress, and with the scissors, snipped away my thong. I couldn’t help but glance around the room. How many people were watching me? I counted…six, eight, the couple over there, the three girls sitting on the couch, Jack, Eddie, the other couple…eighteen in total. Eighteen people were watching me while Lexi pulled my sliced thong out from underneath my dress.
“Wearing a bra, whore?”
“Yes Miss,” I confessed. Of course I’m wearing a bra, with nipples as hyperactive as mine; I’d be likely to poke someone’s eye out if I went around braless.
“Slut,” she said, with a dismissive tone of voice. All around me, the eighteen faces were riveted to the spectacle that she had made of me. Some of them whispered to each other. Some smiled. All eyes were definitely on me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so aroused.
Lexi circled me again, this time stopping when she was behind me. She unzipped my dress, but only as far as was needed to cut my bra strap. She cut the thin shoulder straps, and unclasped it. Next her hand reached up and stroked my neck. With my upper dress still partially unzipped and loose, she curled her arm over my shoulder and slipped her hand inside the front of my dress between my boobs. She found my bra and pulled it up and out from my neckline, rendering me completely braless. Then she zipped up my dress again and strutted her way back to the front of me.
Lexi pinched some of the material of the dress just under my right breast, and then used the scissors to cut into the fabric making an initial hole. I trembled where I stood. She carefully tucked the tip of the scissors into the opening and cut a new bigger hole, positioned right where my nipple was. My dress was ruined, but that was the least of my concerns. My nipple poked out of the hole, available for everyone to see. I felt myself blushing deeply. Not surprisingly, my nipple reacted by perking right up. Lexi did the same to the other side, and soon, both of my nipples were clearly visible, my creamy white skin in contrast to the bright red fabric surrounding it.
“Anybody want another drink?” Lexi called out to the crowd. Several people answered, but there were too many voices for me to comprehend any of it.
“You heard them,” she scolded me, “get back to work.”
Soon I was making my rounds again, only this time my nipples were sticking right out of my dress. That, and of course, my now moist pussy could feel the open air. Whoever I spoke with had no qualms about staring right down at my nips. Anyone with a mixed drink seemed to down it fairly quickly, for no other reason than to watch me fetch them a new one. Jack was having fun with it all, teasing me every time I came to the bar to order another around. He knew, or I assumed he knew, he could stop it at any time. Technically, he was no longer my Master, but emotionally he was. I was his again, and as much as I was having fun, I was doing this for my man.
One of the strippers ordered a shot of tequila. “Make sure you bring the salt shaker too, little tramp,” she added as I walked away to fulfill her order.
Upon my return, she took an ice cube out of a nearby empty glass and rubbed it directly on top of my bare nipple. The temperature sent a slight chill through me, and my nipple responded. Several people were watching intently. She circled my nipple wi
th the cube, and when it was all wet, she shook some salt on it. Her mouth engulfed my salty nipple, and then she did the shot of tequila, snapping her head back. Before all was said and done, four other people did the same thing, one of them taking a little bite of my sensitive nip while she was at it. It seemed the tip of my breasts were suddenly everyone’s favorite appetizer.
I was also groped and touched. Prodded. At one point, I had two beers in my hands bringing them over to a couple on the far side of the sofa, when I was stopped along the way. The stripper that stopped me slipped her hand under my dress. I slowly moved my legs apart to give her ease of access. Two fingers ran along my slit, and she gathered up some wetness. When she pulled her hand away, she held up two fingers for everyone at the party to see. They were shiny, wet, and glistening. I almost died from embarrassment as she tasted her own fingers and thanked me for the sample.
Fast Eddie wanted another scotch, and on my way back, I slipped and spilled a tiny bit onto his leg.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry, Sir,” I stammered.
Handing him the drink, I reached for a napkin and dabbed it on his thigh. Thankfully the wet spot was no bigger than a quarter. I apologized again, and Eddie told me not to worry about it.
“You think you can make a mistake like that and not suffer punishment?” Lexi said, now standing directly behind me.
Oh shit. What did I do now? I glanced at Jack. I needed his reassurance again that he was okay with whatever was about to go down. His smile and nod was indication that, yes, he was. Glancing at Lexi, she discreetly winked at me. She must have checked with him as well. I was in her hands, with Jack’s approval. Uh oh.
In seconds, I was draped over Fast Eddie’s lap in a classic spanking position. Lexi had hiked my skirt up over my hips, and my bare ass was available for everyone to see. In fact, whoever was sitting directly behind me probably had an unobstructed view of my honey pot. Eddie’s big hand was rubbing my ass, preparing me for the first strike.
“I’d say she deserves ten good ones,” he called out to the party, among the laughter and cheering.
