A Guest for Dinner
Sophie was just finishing yoga. Friday yoga was always the
hardest, an hour and half of intense yoga in an overly warm room. Clearly if
she got to choose, she would not choose this class, but she didn't get to
choose, so she went faithfully.
In the locker room, wrapped in a towel she was drying her
hair, when she heard her phone chime. A text message, right on time. She really
was on a very short leash.
“Call me when you are leaving the gym.”
It was a text from Carlos. It was unusual for him to text to
her. She had hopped Peter would be back this afternoon.
Finishing her locker room routine and repacking her gym bag,
she made her way outside, to walk the 12 blocks back to the townhouse. She and
Peter and Carlos had moved into the townhouse about a year ago. Carlos was
working from the city more often and she and Peter had solidified their
relationship and Carlos had become a part of that as well.
The townhouse had been a duplex at one time, but in the span
of 6 months, Carlos and Peter had converted it into a large and spacious house.
When she lost her job, due to corporate rightsizing, it had been decided that
she would be kept. Carlos and Peter kept her busy and she kept house and in
turn, the boys as she liked to privately think about them, kept her in line and
objectively speaking, in style.
Stepping into a quiet corner on the street, just outside the
gym she dials Carlos's office number.
“Carlos, it is Sophie.”
“Right on time, good girl.”
She blushed.
“There have been some developments. I need you to stop by my
office on the way home. Understood?”
“Yes, Carlos, I will be there in about 10 minutes.”
“Don't be late.”
With that he ended the call.
She turned and doubled back and hurried to Carlos's office.
Taking the elevator to the penthouse suite, she waived at Bianca, Carlos's
assistant as she headed directly to his office. He was on the phone, but
motioned for her to come in and shut the door. Then he turned his back, leaving
her to stand in the office waiting on him.
Ending the call, he walked to the door, locked it and
snapped his fingers. Immediately Sophie sank to the floor, to kneel, her legs
spread, palms on her knees, her gaze up.
Carlos walked over to her and gave her freshly washed hair a
gentle playful yank.
“So we will be having company tonight and you will be
serving us. Peter is delayed and will more than likely miss some of the party,
but nonetheless, you will be expected to serve and do us proud. I have
rearranged a meeting, but I will just barely make it home in time to see to all
the preparations.”
Sophie listened attentively. By preparations, she knew he
meant her.
“So we will get the ball rolling now.”
Carlos walked over to his desk, unlocked a drawer and
removed a black box, snapping his fingers twice as he did so. Sophie
immediately and gracefully bent forward, ass raised high, arms stretched out in
front of her, in what could be called a perverted child's pose. Sophie had been
careful to make sure her skirt was no longer covering her ass.
She heard Carlos coming up behind her. They she felt him
caressing her ass. Gentle strokes, then whack, he smacked her left cheek and
then her right, with force.
“Tonight a very special guest is coming over, on short
notice. I have arranged for Janet to stay and help with the meal and I am
having the meal catered, as there isn't time to plan appropriately. You will be
serving tonight and Peter and I are counting on you to be impeccable. Is that
understood?”
“Yes, Carlos.”
“You are to go home and go into the Room and remove box 7.
You are not to open the box, but have it in your room on the bed and you are to
be naked and waiting on me. I am changing my schedule and will arrive home
around 4:30 pm.”
As he spoke he was gently stroking her ass, almost absent
mindedly. In the summer, she was prohibited from wearing panties. When they
moved to the townhouse, Peter made her get rid of every pair of pants and every
pants suit she owned with the exception of a few pairs of jeans and some short
shorts. Her pussy was to be clean shaven and lucky for her the laser treatments
had worked, she was very smooth and hairless with very little effort these
days.
“Before you begin waiting for me, you are to put your hair
in two french braids and do your make up. I want tasteful make up, with the
exception of your lip stick, that is to be the bright glossy red. While you
wait for me, you are to stimulate your nipples. Tug, pinch, rub, repeat and do
not stop for any reason.”
As he spoke this time, he smacked her cheeks alternately,
for emphasis.
Normally she was prohibited from touching her pussy or her
nipples without Peter or Carlos being present. Outside of in the shower, for
hygienic purposes, her body was not to be touced by her.
“Yes, Carlos.”
Her face pressed into the carpet she heard Carlos opening
something and then she heard the flip of a tube, felt the cold lube on her anus
and her pussy, then his fingers invading both holes. She tried to stifle a
moan. With Peter gone, Carlos had administered her discipline and had worked
with her orgasm control exercises, but he had not fucked her, aside from
fucking her mouth last Sunday after her accounting and punishment session.
“Massage your clit, until you are about to come, but you do
not have permission to come.”
“Yes Carlos” she said, her left hand sneaking down between
her legs. She was already very sensitive and it did not take long. Even though
she longed to draw it out, she dared not. It had been too long and her control
felt shakier than normal today.
“Good girl. Don't stop yet, just a little more Sophie.”
“Yes, Carlos.” Sophie tried to be gentle but her clit was
burning and her pussy was so achy. If she came on accident, she would be in big
trouble.
She heard the buzzing before she felt it, the egg vibe.
Carlos was pressing it against the sensitive tissue between her pussy and anus
and then directly on her pussy and then pressing it against her clit.
“No, no please Carlos.” She was whimpering now, trying so
hard to not come. She knew she wasn't allowed to ask, but she really couldn't
hold it.
Just when she thought she was going to have an accident, the
vibe stopped and then all of a sudden, she felt something being shoved into her
ass and her pussy. All. The. Way. In. Then she felt a strap between her legs
and a belt being fastened around her waist. She clenched her pussy around the
dildo and then decided that was a bad idea. Her fingers ached to rub her clit
with her pussy stretched so tight.
“Up you go.” Carlos said with a playful swat to her behind.
Standing was, well interesting with the two dildos in place.
Sophie wasn't sure about walking. All the way home.
“So you get going and I will see you at home.” Carlos said
by way of dismissal and Sophie grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
From Carlos's office it was at least 20 blocks home. As she
walked, she felt very aware of her pussy and just how achy it was. Every step
seemed to stimulate her but not enough to actually do anything, other than be
annoying.
As she neared the house, her cell phone rang.
“Hello Carlos.”
“Where are you?”
“Two blocks from the house, Carlos.”
“You better hurry Sophie. You don't want your first surprise
to happen on the street.”
With that Carlos ended the call.
Hurrying as quickly as she could, Sophie trotted up the next
block and bound up the stairs to the townhouse. Letting herself in and stowing
her yoga mat in the hallway closet. Taking the stairs upstairs to her room, she
tossed her yoga wear in the hamper and hung her bag up in the closet. Just as
she was about to head to the kitchen and see what Janet needed help with the
preparations, when all of a sudden, the dildos, which had just begun to be less
annoying, sprang to life. The insistent buzz stopped her in her tracks and had
her gripping the door jam. Shifting trying to take the pressure off her g-spot.
She moaned and tried to think about anything but coming.
Just as she was about to give up thinking about the last
time she had a root canal and just come already taking the consequences, her
cell chimed and the buzzing stopped.
Struggling to not sound winded she answered the phone, “Yes.
Carlos.”
“Did you come Sophie?” he demanded.
“No Carlos.”
“Good girl. Remember you aren't to come. Is that
understood.”
“Yes, Carlos. It is understood.”
“Did you think about coming?”
“Yes, Carlos. I tried not to, but it was getting very
challenging.”
“But you didn't come.”
“No, Carlos. I did not come.”
“Good girl Sophie.”
“I want you to strip do your make up and fix your hair and
then to kneel by the bed. Meditate until you are stimulated again. Then once
that ends, you are to begin preparing your nipples. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Carlos.”
“Good girl, Sophie. Remember, do not even think of coming.”
Working quickly, she did her hair and then her make up,
taking special care with her lips, first lining them, filling them in with
pencil and then applying the thick read lip color. Finishing off with the
lacquer glossy over coat. She looked like one of those girls in that 80s rock
video.
Going to the foot of bed, she knelt and let her mind wander.
She wondered what all this was about. It wasn't like she hadn't served at a
party the boys had held before. Twice she had offered blow jobs for poker night
and once a group of other lifestylers had come over. Never had anyone made such
a fuss.
Just as she had calmed her mind, the probes began to slowly
vibrate and then as she shifted, trying to find a less difficult position, their
speed increased and she sank back onto her heels and simply tried to breath her
way through it. The vibration was more annoying that pleasurable, but she felt
her pussy clenching all the same. Willing herself not to come, she tried again
to think of the most unpleasant things possible. Slowly, with twitches and fits
of intense vibrations, it was over.
Being dutiful, she reached up cupped her breasts and began
to prepare her nipples as Carlos had instructed her. First she tugged, then she
pinched, hard just like Peter had trained her and then she rubbed, pushing her
thumb into the soft tissue of her nipples.
Sophie had no idea how long she was at her task. She was
sitting so she could not see the clock and she did not dare stop. Not following
instructions always landed her in hot water and she had in fact learned her
lessons the hard way.
Almost completely lost in her meditative task, she nearly
missed the fact that Carlos had entered the room.
“Enough Sophie.”
She opened her eyes, slowly becoming aware of the fact that
she had drifted off during her task. She watched Carlos move about the room. He
had changed into an all black suit and a white shirt, with his fancy cuff
links.
He removed the lid of the box and laid the contents on the
bed. She had never seen any of these items. Long leather like sleeves, a very
odd looking collar, something clinky and metal, and nipple clamps, which she
most assuredly had seen before. Felt before too.
“So tonight Juan Ramirez is coming over. He is a very
important business partner for Peter and I. He is also my mentor. He introduced
me to all of these wonders. He is very old school and he will expect you to act
like the perfect slave. Your training and execution is a direct reflection on
Peter and I. Never mind that our training is slightly unorthodox and you are
not our slave exactly, tonight you will play the part and all will be well. I
will be there and very soon Peter too.”
Carlos snapped his fingers three times, signaling her to
stand and place her hands behind her head thrusting her breasts out. Carlos
walk towards her with a corset, that left her breasts exposes, but had a built
in garter belt like bits of leather hanging off it. With efficient hands, he
began lacing her into the corset, pulling the ties, tighter and tighter, until
it was hard to breath deeply and her waist looked amazing and tiny. Next came
stockings and 4 inch heels which locked to her ankles, complete with little
locks.
Carlos snapped his fingers and Sophie sank gracefully to her
knees. He began to fit the heavy collar around her neck, the bottom of it
slightly cupped her shoulders.
“This is a posture collar. It will keep your head upright.
You will not be able to look up or down. Well side to side either.”
He moved around behind and she felt her panic rise slightly
as he fastened what sounded like three, no maybe four straps. It felt very
tight around her neck and when she tried to turn to see what he was doing, she
found that her head was basically immobile, just as he had said it would be.
He walked around in front of her and smacked her left
breast. Sophie yelped and gasped for air. Then he pinched and pulled her
nipples and quickly attached a nipple clamp. Then repeated the process on her right
breast. The nipple clamps were on a chain and there was an O ring in the
middle, which was currently laying against her tummy.
“Drop your arms and put them behind your back.”
She did as she was told and the movement caused her breasts
to move and she felt it radiate to the points of her nipples.
She felt a sleeve going on and then then the other. The all
of a sudden, her arms were being drawn together and back, very tightly. This
caused her breasts to stick out more. Then she felt Carlos securing her arms to
the base of the corset. It was rather tight and not all together comfortable.
Peter had on occasion used some difficult bondage, as punishment, but this was
different.
“How do you feel, Sophie?”
“Snug, Carlos.”
“Good. You look like a beautiful package.”
Carlos came around in front of her again and he had a
strange metal device in his hand. It looked scary. She would have turned her
head away, but she couldn't move it.
“Tonight, you are not to speak unless spoken to. Early in
the night, you will be wearing this, so talking really won't be much of an
option. Later in the evening, speak only when spoken to. Answer me as you
always do – Yes, Carlos or No, Carlos. When speaking to Peter, you will address
him as Sir. If Mr. Ramirez speaks to you or asks you a question, you will
respectfully reply to him as Mr. Ramirez. Is that clear, Sophie?”
“Yes Carlos.”
Just then there was a buzz on the intercom and the sound of
Janet answering the door and handling the formalities.
“They are here. We must finish. Open your mouth, Sophie.”
She did and she felt the cold metal fit into her mouth and
Carlos was fastening it behind her head. Two straps. Then she heard a clicking
as he seemed to be opening it wider. She felt herself struggling to breath
normally and then she felt the first drops of drool drip down her chin.
Without saying another word, Carlos clipped a leash to the O
ring in the chain on her nipple clamps, and he tugged gently. Since he had not
given her the command to get up, she crawled slowly behind him.
From the play room downstairs, it was a quick cut through
the kitchen to Peter's study. Taking her to the corner, where generally an end
table stood, Carlos placed the leash over her shoulder and walked out the room.
What could she do, but sit there, knees spread, breasts on
display while the drool continued to drip from her open lips, down her chin and
onto her chest.
She heard noises from the living room, hushed voices then
louder laughs. Conversation in Portuguese and Spanish. More laughing and then
she heard Carlos, thank Janet for their drinks and then they made their way
down the hallway.
“Please do come in, Peter just rang and he is stuck in
traffic, but will be here very soon. You know, air travel just isn't as it used
to be.”
“Quiet so.” The accented voice replied.
Two men Sophie did not know filed into the room and Carlos
followed, inviting the older one to sit in one of the leather chairs. The
other, younger man stood near the door. Carlos took a seat in the other chair
and placed his drink on the waiting coaster.
“So Carlos, business is good.” The older man said, waving
his arm around indicating the room, with its rich masculine furnishings and
then his gaze fixed on her. Sophie struggled to keep her eyes straight ahead
under such a naked appraisal.
Carlos and the man chuckle and Carlos said, “Yes Juan,
business is very good. As you know, Peter and I have a venture together and
separately our work is very profitable as well.”
This train of conversation continues for a while. The older
man, Juan, asking questions and considering Carlos's response. Carlos speaking
deferentially and politely. It became clear to Sophie, who was feeling slightly
spacey from her predicament and trying to be perfect, that Carlos clearly
respect this man a great deal. She wanted to reflect well on Peter and Carlos.
Once upon a time she would have suffered through these kinds of parties and
felt like she needed to participate.
Tonight, she let her mind just be quiet and listen as they
talked.
The drool was slowly rolling down her chest, creating a
little stream, waterfalling from her red lips down across her creamy white
breasts. Sophie wondered for awhile if there was s little puddle on the floor.
Wondering about the possibility of a puddle was a nice distraction from the
nagging ache building up in her nipples.
“So Carlos, enough with business. Now, now you must tell me
about this.” the man says, pointing at her and leveling his assertive gaze upon
her.
“This is Sophie, our beloved pet.”
“Might I take a closer look at her? She seems quite lovely
and so well behaved, so quiet.”
Carlos rose and came over to her, took her leash and lead
her to the middle of the room. Sophie tried to crawl after him as gracefully
and as sweetly as she could manage. She was also careful to keep up, desperately
not wanting to up the ante in terms of the ache in her pinched nipples.
The man rose and came the the center of the room and proceed
to walk around her, occasionally giving her head a pat or her hair a tussle. He
stopped in front of her and then slapped a breast, watching it move. The slap
had been light, but it caused the nipple clamps to sway, and Sophie tried very
hard to not moan audibly.
“She really is quiet lovely. Very obedient and quiet. Well
done, Carlos.” he said and sat back down in his chair.
“Peter should get the credit. Sophie is his pet, he has
invested much in her training. Given his traveling and my move to the city, he
graciously asked me to occasionally look after his pet and then when this
townhouse became available, we made the move. At this point, my care for his
pet has grown, but make no mistake, she is his pride and joy.”
The man nodded.
They sat there drinking their cocktails and just looking at
her for what felt like a very long time. Slowly the new ache in her nipples
eased to a warm glow.
“Might I take a closer look again. Perhaps she has a trick
or two?”
Carlos nodded and snapped his fingers. Sophie crawled
forward and stopped in front of the man. He reached down and removed the leash
from the chain connected to her nipples. He placed the leash over the side of
the chair. Grabbed the chain and rocked it to and fro, pulling lightly and then
harder. He rubbed the outer edge of her left breast and then the right breast.
Slapped them gently over and over. Pressed and tugged some more. Sophie wanted
to scream, but she knew she would be disappointing if she did so, so she
focused on breathing and allowing the man to keep creating sensations.
“Does she like cock, Carlos? Most pets do enjoy cock.”
Carlos nodded.
While Sophie couldn't see their eyes, she felt as if their
eyes were meeting and many unspoken questions were being answered.
Slowly the man loosen his belt and lowered the zipper,
pulling out his surprising large cock. He rubbed it slowly against her cheek,
then the other and then the tip of her nose.
“Would you like a taste, little pet. You have been such a
good girl, so obedient and patient with a strange older man. Such a well
trained and pretty pet deserves a treat, no?”
As he spoke, he slowly rubbed the head of his cock, against
her lips and the metal of the gag. Occasionally rubbing his cock head against
her chin, in the river of drool. He mused and rubbed his cock and took his time
and then just when Sophie thought he wouldn't, he shoved his cock full into her
mouth, to the back of her throat. His large hands cupping the back of her head
and holding her tightly against him and then pulling back, only to slam forward
again and again.
Sophie swayed on her knees, her eyes clouding and her focus
centered on staying upright and unresistant. His left hand stayed on her head,
pushing her forward with every slam of his pelvis and then with his right hand
he gripped the chain suspended between her nipples and tugged firmly in time
with his thrusts.
Sophie kept her eyes open, with much struggle and just as
the man forced his cock all the way to the back of throat and she fought her
desire to gag, she saw Peter come into focus in the doorway, and then the man
shot cum into the back of throat and groaned loudly. Pulling his cock out and
rubbing it once again on her right cheek and gently slapping her left.
“You are such a good pet.” He said as he adjusted and zipped
his pants.
“Now go and be a good and happy pet and greet your Master.”
Slowly Sophie crawled across the floor and carefully bent
forward despite her restrained arms and placed her head at Peter's feet.
She finally audibly sighed when he reached down and stroked
her hair, saying, “Such a good girl, Sophie.”
