Best sex slave ever 4

Marcie actually had become used to being a sex-slave. Although she technically belonged to Hans, she was used by Hilda, his second cousin, as well. The very well endowed blonde had become equally adept at sucking Her pussy as well as His cock She knew the drill. Every morning before he took his shower, the tall handsome man-of-the-house would enter the bedroom, with her still bound hand and foot to the large poster bed, and mount her so that his stiff manhood pointed directly at her soft lips. After she had swallowed every drop, he’d pat her lovingly and kiss her lightly on the cheek. Then an hour later, Hilda would enter, jam her wet pussy in Marcie’s face and ride her to orgasm. 

Then for the rest of the day, Marcie was Hilda’s bitch. After breakfast there were always chores to do around the house and the tall dominant short cropped blonde acted quite the task mistress. Marcie was spanked repeatedly for even the slightest oversight, but that wasn’t all. She was whipped, cropped and strapped whenever the domineering woman desired it. Once while cleaning one of the bathrooms, Hilda suspended Marcie from the shower rod and put wooden clothespins on her nipples and pussy lips. She even teased the suffering long haired blonde by playing with her clit until Marcie was about to come, but cruelly stopped short. Then at lunch, it would be another helping of Hilda’s pussy. The afternoon usually consisted of Marcie entertaining some of Hilda’s female friends. The slave’s body was used and abused. Then Hans would return around five-thirty and Marcie would be double teamed. 

Today, however, was Saturday and Marcie stirred as much as she could, wondering what her master had in store for her today? She smiled brightly when she saw the dominant duo enter her bedroom. They each kissed her on the cheek and to her surprise untied her from her bindings. Surprisingly, the slave was allowed to shower and get dressed. They took her out to a pancake house and spoke to her amicably, not giving any hint of what was going on at home. Hans and Hilda were great conversationalists and Marcie thoroughly enjoyed their company. 

The sex-slave thought for sure she’d be in for it when they returned to the house, but to her further surprise they allowed her to rest. In fact, neither one touched her at all for the rest of the morning and afternoon. She would need her strength for later that evening, she was told. 

But of course, she was still kept naked and tied spreadeagled to her bed. Going out to breakfast was the first time she’d been allowed to wear any clothing at all since Hans brought her here four days ago. Now, however, it was back to the usual. Marcie, on the other hand, was getting used to being naked around them. 

She must’ve dosed off for awhile, but she heard Hans’ voice calling her. She smiled when she saw his handsome face looking down at her. 

“We will be entertaining some guests tonight,” he said in an authoritative voice. “And I want you to be on your best behavior!” 

“Yes Master,” Marcie replied as she looked up into his hazel eyes. 

“You will be used in any manner I see fit!” 

A few questions did arise in her mind, but she decided it would be a good idea if she just went along with it. He continued. 

“If you embarrass me in any manner, there will be severe repercussions!” 

She swallowed hard. “Yes Master.” 

At that point Hilda entered the room and Hans looked at her. “Make sure our little slave here is showered and smelling nice.” 

“Yes Hans I will,” the tall blonde replied as she began to loosen Marcie’s bonds. At that point the tall German man exited the room and Hilda escorted the slave to the shower by the leash attached to her collar. The short cropped woman smiled at Marcie as she turned on the warm water. Hilda then removed the slave’s collar and leash and allowed her to enter the shower stall. Then to Marcie’s surprise, Hilda stripped and came in with her. There was a sharp contrast between the two women’s bodies. Hilda was tall and lean with smallish breasts, that hung on her chest like lemons. Marcie, on the other hand, was short with bountiful mammary organs that resembled grapefruits. 

“Ooh, let me soap up these melons for you,” Hilda said gleefully as she soaped up a wash cloth. Marcie didn’t want to irritate the taller woman, so she gladly agreed. Breasts, tummy, thighs, back, buttocks and legs were all visited by Hilda’s lathered cloth. The long haired blonde didn’t mind it a bit when Hilda started washing between Marcie’s legs. In addition the slave enjoyed the sensuous feeling immensely when the other woman rinsed her off, especially when the soothing spray reached her clit. 

Then Hilda was done...with phase one that is. She handed Marcie another wash cloth and told her to reciprocate. This time it was Hilda who got her whole body lathered and rinsed off. But, there was one difference. After Marcie returned the favor and bathed Hilda’s honeypot, the taller dominatrix forced the other woman to her knees and made her tongue dry her pussy. That action resulted in a thunderous orgasm as Hilda leaned against a wall and held Marcie’s face to her crotch by her hair. 

The ladies then stepped out of the shower, toweled each other off, after which Hilda led Marcie back to the bedroom by her leash and collar. 

Meanwhile, downstairs Hans was preparing to greet his guests, all of whom practiced bdsm. There would be Masters and Mistresses coming with their respectful slaves of both genders in tow. Hilda made sure every room in the house was spotless, which is why she was so stern with slave Marcie about cleaning so precisely. He would indeed be using the well equipped dungeon this evening and he made sure each implement was neatly arranged. In addition, he had to make sure he stayed near the intercom which buzzed when a guest pulled up to the gated entryway in his or her vehicle. This had a dual purpose. He could greet each invited visitor and screen out any unsavory interlopers. Hans allowed one car at a time through and there was ample parking space around the long circular driveway in front of the house. 

Hilda, in the meantime, was getting ready herself. Since Marcie would be kept naked during the party, it was just a matter of making sure she smelled good. On the other hand Hans’ second cousin had to get herself dressed, which meant black silk panties, a black leather bra, a tight leather button down blouse with a low v-neck and a short leather skirt. This was accented by a pair of thigh high leather boots. This outfit made the wiry blonde haired woman look rather stunning. 

“Come on ladies, the guests will be here soon!” Hans announced with a bit of urgency in his voice. 

A minute later, Hilda led the sex-slave Marcie down the stairs by her ever present leash and collar. The slave was made to kneel at the door with her wrists bound behind her. Her assigned task was to greet each Master or Mistress with a kiss upon their feet, but she was not to greet any submissive in that manner. 

It was a little past seven o’clock when the buzzer to the intercom indicated someone was at the gate. Hans immediately recognized the resonant, rich voice of Mistress Grace, a frequent guest at these gatherings. Without hesitating he admitted the lady at once. Two minutes later he greeted the regal looking brunette at the front door. The dignified lady of thirty something smiled warmly at the tall Germanic man, who was dressed in all black leather and rushed into his arms for a rib-hugging embrace. 

“It’s always great to see you Mistress, welcome.” 

“Happy to be here Hans...You always have the best parties. I wouldn’t miss it.” 

With the medium height Mistress was her slave, kyle. She had him on a leash that was attached to a neck collar with his wrists bound behind him. The short, slight black- haired man was also naked except for a pair of red bikini panties. Since it was dusk out and besides having the fence surrounding the property, nobody on the outside could really see the state he was in. Besides, Mistress Grace didn’t care anyway. 

“Glad to see you’ve brought your slave, Mistress.” Hans uttered with a wry smile. 

“Thank you Sir, I plan to make practical use of your dungeon tonight,” she replied as she returned the same smile. 

At that point Hans’ slave, Marcie, leaned over at the Mistress’s feet and kissed the top of her booted foot. Hans smiled proudly down at her and then looked back at Grace. “This my new slave who I acquired this week.” 

“Oh she is lovely Hans and so obedient.” 

“I hold your opinion in high regard Grace, thank you.” 

Then the buzzer indicated another visitor had arrived. A low male voice came through the speaker. Hans smiled. “Welcome Michael, please enter.” Hans greeted his second visitor at the door. The two men shook hands immediately. The new arrival was Master Michael, another frequent attendee at these functions. He too was wearing the dress code of the evening, black leather. He too led his slave in by a leash with her wrists bound behind her. She was totally naked. 

And like the obedient slave she was, Marcie also kissed the top of his shoe upon entering. 

This occurrence happened four more times as each of the invited dominants entered. When they all had arrived, there were an equal number of Masters as there were Mistresses and each brought a slave. This made for an even number of men and women, as well as an equal amount of dominants and submissives. 

Initially, there was a happy hour where each of the participants could renew acquaintances or make new ones. Hans took the opportunity to introduce his new sex-slave, Marcie to all and announced that she would receive a get acquainted spanking in the dungeon where all Doms and Dommes could participate. 

Hilda, as well, greeted all the guests warmly. She was well known among the group as someone who liked to play with men as well as women. There was always a Master or Mistress willing to share his or her subordinate with her. 

After everybody loosened up with a drink and made themselves comfortable, Hans led his sex-slave to the dungeon. This would actually be her truly first visit there. Hans had purposely avoided bringing her to this room for this precise reason. He wanted her fresh for this evening. Marcie followed along, as she was being led by her leash, down the short flight of steps into the darkened dungeon. The only lights were the colored halogen lights strategically placed in the ceiling. The walls were painted pitch black and the red carpeting that covered the entire floor gave the room an eerie sense. A spanking horse was situated along the left wall, so that the spankee’s bottom was pointed toward the middle of the room. Two parallel chains hung from the ceiling across the room. Along the right wall was a St. Andrews cross. There was also a pegboard next to the wooden horse hanging on the wall with every implement imaginable. The specter stunned Marcie somewhat, leaving her to wonder if her Master really used all of this stuff. 

Hans led his slave toward the horse. She gulped when she stood in front of it, but then again, she volunteered to be his sex-slave. This would be just the next phase. She was ready. 

When he ordered her to lean over the sturdy looking well built piece of wood, she was grateful for the leather padding in all the right places. The red, blue, yellow and green lights seemed to be brighter now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but her apprehension grew anew when he chained her wrists down in front and her ankles in back. Her vulnerability seemed to triple. 

She could here the group that had gathered around to witness her first spanking in the dungeon and although it unnerved her somewhat, she was comfortable with the fact that all of these people were like minded and wouldn’t feel that she was some kind of a pervert. She tried to look around to see what her Master was doing and for her trouble he placed a blindfold over her eyes. “That would prevent her from being so inquisitive,” Hans explained.