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I met you at the cocktail party in my back garden. I was delighted to see a new face, and you seemed so shy, not knowing anyone else here. Most of the people are wealthy and glamorous, and here you are young and out of your depth. I approached you, and we talked and drank and flirted. You seemed to come out of your shell a bit, and I asked if you were interested in a sexy little game. You said yes and followed me into my large house and to my bedroom.
Now you stand here, a bit nervous and unsure what will happen next. My hands are on your body, peeling the black cocktail dress off of you and tossing it aside, leaving you standing here in only your black silk panties. It surprises you how my soft hands can be so rough in handling your flesh, and my previously friendly voice has taken on a harsh, commanding tone. You suppress a shiver, wondering if it's yet too late to back out.
I bind your arms with silky rope, pinning behind you with knots at ankles and elbows. The pose is uncomfortable, but it forces your chest forward, showing off your perky tits. You try to resist but I give you a light, open-palmed slap that leaves you shocked and speechless with tears welling up in your eyes. For some reason, it doesn't even occur to you to say stop or try to leave; your feet are rooted to the spot, and part of you is eager to see what is next.
Next I use a rod with leather cuffs at either end to hobble your ankles. You can still walk, but your stride is limited to an awkward shuffle, and the rod forces you to keep your legs open. Thank goodness you're still wearing your black silk panties, or you'd be completely exposed to the world! Well, not for long...
I command you to open your mouth, and you do so. I drop two white tablets on your tongue and tell you to swallow, and you obey. Painkillers, I explain. With what is coming, a couple aspirin wouldn't hurt, but you soon discover that those were more than just aspirin. You remain conscious and aware, but find that your wits are clouded. Though when I stroke my hand up from your hip to your breast and give one nipple a playful, gentle pinch, you realize that your senses are not dulled but rather heightened, and the pleasure is more intense.
Next, a ball gag is placed in your mouth. Now it's too late to scream, too late to say you'd rather not. Finally, a blindfold covers your eyes, and now you are completely at my mercy.
The painkillers muddle your sense of time, but it feels like forever as my hands roam across your skin, fondling your breasts and groping your crotch. A few sharp slaps on your ass and you grunt at the pain, thankfully toned down by the drugs. You feel ashamed, but also aroused, and your arousal makes you feel more ashamed while your shame feeds your arousal. Your cheeks get hot as they blush rosy red, and your nipples stiffen, and your pussy becomes dewy moistening those black silk panties.
Those panties are your last defense, your last guard against the world, and now they are torn from you, literally torn off your body by my strong hands pulling them, snapping the waistband. Now you are completely naked, except for the bondage gear holding you firmly in the pose I dictated. You struggle against your bonds, and I give you another slap that you're completely unprepared for this time, not able to see it coming. Realizing you must obey or be struck, you quiet down.
You hear a sharp click followed by a harsh buzzing noise. If it's a vibrator, it's got to be some kind of overpowered industrial model. But no, that's not what it is. You feel metal on your scalp at the edge of your hairline, and the buzzing device slides through your pretty blonde hair. You feel the hair fall away, as you realize that your hair is being cut off down to the scalp! You are being buzzed bald! You consider struggling, resisting, but you fear another slap. In a few short minutes, all your hair is gone!
Now it's time for those painkillers to do their work. You hear me get out a kit of metal tools, and fear runs down your spine. You hear the snap of latex gloves pulled onto my hands. One nipple is pinched harshly, and you squeal into the ball gag with the pain, but that is nothing compared to what is next. A sharp point of cold, surgical steel pierces the nipple; though the needle is cold, the pain feels like a sharp, red-hot poker. The needle is replaced by a ring with a thankfully not too extreme gauge. The pain dulls to a low ache thanks to the painkillers, and your squeals are replaced by a breathless panting. But then a new pain as the process is repeated while the other nipple is given an identical ring. Finally, one last episode of pain while your clit hood receives a barbell.
The pain is gone now, replaced by only a slight ache in your sensitive areas, and in the wake of those sharp pains you are surprised to discover your arousal is heightened even more. Is it the drugs, or is it your own secret desires? Now your pussy is soaking wet, almost dripping. Your freshly pierced nipples are completely stiff. It wouldn't take much stimulation at this point to bring you to a powerful orgasm that would leave your legs shaky.
I seize you by the upper arm and command you to follow me. You struggle to keep up with your hobbled pace, stumbling but not falling thanks to my strong grip holding you up. You shuffle along with me, wondering where we could be going as we leave my bedroom. As you walk, the new barbell piercing on your clit hood sends out jolts of pain as well as pleasure. We're in the hall now, you remember from when you came into the house about an hour ago, though it feels like forever. Now we turn a corner and you realize we're headed to the door back out to the back garden. The party is still going on out there! You squirm, trying to break free of my vice-like grip, but I stop and give you another slap that quiets you. You sob quietly with tears falling from your eyes, no doubt spoiling your makeup.
We're out in the garden now, in the wide open outdoors with voices all around you. Your shame and arousal continue their upward spiral of mutual reinforcement. Some of the voices seem to have noticed you, as you hear a few gasps and laughter and some hushed conversation, and you think you hear your name whispered here and there. But along with the voices, you hear that the party has taken a turn. There is the slap of flesh on flesh, moans and grunts of pleasure. You realize that this is no normal cocktail party, you are being paraded through an orgy!
Now I force you down on your knees; someone has thoughtfully provided you with a cushion. The ball gag is removed, and you take a deep shuddering breath. You want to scream, to beg, to curse and demand to be let go, but none of that comes out. Instead, all you can manage is a pitiful, mewling, "P-please..."
You hear me unzip my pants, and I demand you open your mouth again. You do, and now my cock invades your mouth. It's average in size, but it feels big as it slides between your lips, along your tongue, and to the back of your throat. It slides in and out slow and gentle a few times and you do your best to suck obediently, but then I grab the back of your buzzed-bald head with one hand and roughly thrust myself into your mouth. I proceed to facefuck you for a few minutes, and you choke and gag and struggle to keep up with my pace. Meanwhile, judging from the voices surrounding you, an audience has gathered to watch the show. There is hushed conversation, and a few voices shouting words of support. Even some of the female voices are offering you encouragement and cheering you on. "Take his cock, honey!" "Deary, swallow him to the balls!"
You expect me to cum in your throat or mouth, but neither happens. When I pull out, you hold out your tongue, expecting my hot load to splash across your face, but that doesn't happen, either. Instead, I grab you and lift you to your feet again. Your arms are untied, and you knead your soar and numb wrists to bring the feeling back. I lead you to one of the flat-top garden benches, where you are made to lie down on your back. Now your knees are even more spread with your legs to either side of the bench. Now you know what's coming.
Your freshly pierced pussy is penetrated by my cock. I'm on my knees at the end of the bench, hands on your hips pulling myself into you, thrusting my throbbing meat shaft in and out of your soaked cunt. Your first orgasm is like a dam bursting, pleasure washing over your body. You can finally give in to the pleasure of being completely dominated, treated like an object, fucked like a mindless slut, a fucktoy.
Some members of the audience close in. You feel the tip of a sharpie on your unblemished skin, someone writing on you! The pen is passed around, and others scrawl their own slogans on your tits, your thighs, your stomach. Most of it you can't make out, but someone writes in big letters that you can feel: C-U-M-S-L-U-T.
Someone takes hold of one wrist and places your hands on another throbbing cock, and you obediently start jerking. Hands maul your tits, not caring about the dull pain in your pierced nipples. Another cock slides into your mouth, and your other hand finds its way three-fingers-deep into a moist pussy. The cock in your hand shudders and pulses, unloading a puddle of cum on one of your tits. The pussy you are fingering clenches and gushes, and the cock in your throat ejaculates deep inside you. Now some woman is crouched over your face, and your tongue works at her clit and pussy lips, and more cocks are placed in your hands. Other men jack off onto your stomach. Cum splashes you endlessly, for what feels like hours.
I cum last, flooding your pussy with my seed.
Fifteen minutes later, you are mostly cleaned up thanks to a towel someone thoughtfully brought for you, and someone else found your dress. I smilingly ask if you'll be at the next garden party, and you cheerfully say you'll be there.

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