BONDAGE PARTY STORY

Ella could hear everything as sharp as a pin drop. Her sense of hearing was heightened, probably because other senses were deprived her. The blindfold especially was very effective, cutting out all light so much that she was not sure whether her eyes were open or not.She was tightly tied facing one of the stone pillars in the cellar at the big house. She could not speak because of the tight-fitting gag between her teeth, but speech was not necessary. She could sense people were in the room, but since they were all some distance away and talking in hushed whispers, she did not know how many. She heard a cough - male - someone she thought she knew. She listened harder - a whisper, female possibly. Her Mistress? The thought of her Mistress so close to her position of total helplessness inflamed her. Yes, Mistress was here all right. Ella breathed in slowly and deliberately sensing the distinctness of Mistress's perfume, a scent that had been filling her nostrils an hour before. She listened more intently for and other signals of her, but none came. But Ella knew she was there. Her overwhelming presence was enough. She knew her Mistress was in the room and that whatever happened to her would be endured and enjoyed for her. Ella's mind went back to considering her position. Despite the fact she could see nothing, inside her mind her focus went to her hands, and she flexed them, feeling the satin strip which tied them behind her back bit into the skin - not enough to hurt her, since Mistress didn't usually require pain, but enough to let her know that there would be no escape. Not until she was released, and she had no idea how long that would be. Her arms were held trapped by her side by another band which passed round her just below her breasts.

She was conscious of the fact that her hands had been tied to this band also, pulling them up above her buttocks, a sign that she was to be whipped, perhaps, or merely to provide a pleasing image to the party guests. Not that she was naked. Her Mistress bought her the clothes she liked her to dress in, and often this included delicate lacy lingerie that Mistress also liked to wear. The black panties were little more than a g-string which divided the cheeks of her bottom without covering them. The sheer nylon stockings on her legs were held in place by her taut suspenders. She had to agree with Mistress that they felt good. Ella loved to sit before her Mistress and run her face along the nylon of her legs, feeling the crackle of the nylon as she did. The bra was gone, removed by Mistress before they came into the room, and the stone of the pillar was cold against her naked breasts. The rope which held her collar tight against the pillar and forced her head to the left was passed round and looped again to keep her waist tight to the stone. No movement above the waist was possible. Further down two more ropes held her knees and ankles too the pillar and a few inches apart. So why was she here? Simple enough - Mistress required her to be here, and she always did as Mistress said. She smiled to herself in her gag when she thought how Mistress always asked her to do these things. "Please spread your legs, Ella." and "Put your hands behind you please Ella." Always so polite, yet not really questions - they were orders just as if they had been issued by a military officer, yet somehow even more powerful by the way she said them, and always including her name almost as if Mistress was talking to her child. Did Ella have any choice but to obey? Yes, of course she did. She was a free spirit, and individual, a person with as much right as anyone to do what she wanted. Yet of course she had choice. No she didn't, she thought, her simple choice was to have no choice, to give herself totally to the Mistress she loved and who loved her right back. She repeated the words in her mind - her choice was to have no choice, and she felt warm and safe and very happy. She had chosen to be a submissive. Oh she knew many people would view her as weak, stupid, perverse, insane, kinky.... but she didn't care. What she wanted was to be wanted, to give herself totally to someone who wanted her and who wanted to take complete control. Another cough brought Ella back to reality. The cough was female this time, and she became aware again of the muffled conversation at the other end of the large room.

Even though Mistress had led her into the room completely blindfolded, tied and gagged, past her guests and to the stone pillar, she knew exactly what the room looked like, from the roaring crackling fire to the tables of food and drinks which Ella had helped Sue and Pam prepare a few hours before.

Ella wondered where Sue and Pam were. After the preparations had been completed, all three girls were taken to their rooms where, Mistress had said, they would find the clothes she had chosen for them. Ella's room was the first to be reached, and as she heard the door lock behind her she saw the scanty lingerie set out on her bed - all black lace - bra, the thong, suspender belt, stockings. Her highest heels were nearby. Higher on the bed were the profiled blindfold and the gag, plus two satin strips that Mistress liked to use for bondage games, the same strips which now held her hands and arms. She'd had a rush of excitement as she stripped naked, showered and dressed, and she wished she had been allowed to touch herself to relieve the mounting tension she felt. At that stage she had no idea what was planned for her at the party, but the presence of the satin strips had made her realise that she would be bound, not, as sometimes happened, able to serve the guests with food and drinks. And what of Pam? Pam was Mistress's latest "acquisition" - an old school friend of her Mistress who had only recently admitted to her submissive side and who was regularly give by her husband to Mistress for training. Until then Pam and her husband John had been regular guests at Mistress's parties and Ella could remember a few times when she had felt the sting of a crop wielded by Pam. But now Pam had crossed over - a submissive sharing her Mistress. Ella felt no resentment towards Pam, she liked her a lot really and enjoyed seeing Mistress with her. But she wondered how Pam must be feeling knowing that her husband would be one of the party guests. This would be the first party that Pam was a submissive and Ella thought she must be feeling very nervous and embarrassed. And now here. Ella stood, waiting, but waiting for what? It must have been over an hour since she heard the door of her room being unlocked. Ella had done what she liked to do at such times, quickly kneeling on the floor by her bed ready for MistressDominique, head bowed and arms together held out towards Mistress for her to bind if she wished. But not this time. Ella saw her Mistress's legs approach her and stand, then Mistress took hold of her hands and simply said, "Ella, kiss me." Ella was more than pleased to comply. Mistress unhooked Ella's bra and let it fall, and then she moved her hands behind her and held them there. Ella knew the sign, and when Mistress let go she left her hands in this "bound" position as Mistress kissed her neck and shoulders then moving to tease her nipples to erection with delicate flicks of her tongue. Before long Ella was craving for release, to be allowed her orgasm, but she knew better than to ask. Mistress's hand crept unhurriedly between Ella's legs and tested her wetness, and Ella parted her legs slightly to permit access.

"You may ask, Ella," said Dominique, as if reading the girl's mind. "Please may I come Mistress?" she immediately asked, and was told very soon. She was told to turn round and to pass the satin bands from the bed. Once done, Mistress had her hands quickly tied behind her and attached to the upper band round her body. Mistress got onto the bed and told Ella she could come now, to which Ella politely asked how. After all, she had no use of her hands. "Do you think I have nice legs, Ella?" Dominique asked, and Ella replied truthfully that they were beautiful. Dominique raised the hem of her skirt slowly until her suspenders were exposed and her legs parted. Ella didn't understand at first, and sank to her knees ready to press her mouth to her Mistress, to give her the oral pleasure they both loved so much, but Mistress pulled her up. "Sit astride my thigh, " she had said, and when Ella did so Dominique arranged them so the button of her suspender pressed into Ella's pussy through her panties. Dominique flexed her thigh muscles and Ella felt a rush of pleasure as the hard button pressed into her. At Mistress's encouragement she got herself into a rhythm which soon had her exploding into her climax. Ella sank down, breathless, but Mistress was quickly up, keeping her skirt raised and telling Ella she had made her thigh wet. Ella needed asking only once, sinking to her knees and kissing Dominique's thigh.

If there was any leaked fluid she did not notice, swamped as she was in the heady cocktail of Mistress's perfume and her arousal. Ella kissed her way towards her Mistress's pussy, only to be pulled away as soon as she got close, any attempt at protest she may have felt being rendered ineffective as Dominique quickly fitted the gag between her teeth and strapped it tightly to her. She looked up into her Mistress's eyes as Dominique took the blindfold and everything went dark. Mistress simply said, "Enjoy the party, pet," using the term of endearment she uses for all her subs. Ella was helped to her feet and led to the door, unsteady on her high heels at first. Once outside she was instructed to stand there, Mistress returning a few minutes later accompanied by the click of more heels, Ella imagined these to be Pam and Sue. Ella had a sudden pang of jealousy at the thought that maybe the reason Mistress did not accept her oral love was because she had already come for one of the others, and she also wondered if they had undergone the same treatment she had, whether they were similarly dressed, bound, gagged and blindfolded. Certainly nobody was saying a word, but this could simply be because Mistress had not given permission to speak. As she walked carefully down the stairs with Mistress's guidance, Ella mused how strange it was that during "everyday life" all of them were encouraged to contribute to conversations, make comments and have fun. Even in public they usually talked openly (with an occasional whispered "Mistress" as and when they could) yet at times like these they instinctively knew that silence was the correct behaviour, and speech was only possible when permitted to do so. So Ella was unsure of the condition of the others, and they probably did not know her state either. As they had entered the warmth of the cellar room, eager hands had helped bind her to the pillar where she now stood. Ella was not really too surprised to hear the swish of a flogger an instant before she felt the sting on her buttocks. After all, her hands had been secured out of the way for a reason. She gasped against the gag more out of the suddenness rather than in pain, since the sound of the flogger is much worse than its bite. Mistress did not like to inflict pain, so this was mildly uncomfortable but more for it's symbolic effect than anything else. Ella waited for the next blow but it never came, and Ella began to wonder who had struck her. The sharpness of the blow was what made her gasp, but she wondered whether her reaction was more to give something to her tormenter. She heard a swish again, but this time further away, and there was no strike. A muffled female cry came from a few feet to her right, and she guessed Sue or Pam were in a similar predicament to her own on the next pillar along. Again it was a single blow, and Ella waited in her darkness to see if she would receive another, but this time the familiar sounds came from her left. This simple sequence led Ella to believe that all three girls were being treated the same, and in her mind she could visualise them all strapped to the three pillars.

Ella again wondered who had hit them and who the mystery guests were. Mistress was there, she knew that, and almost certainly the Squire, as Mistress's husband like to be called. But neither of them used a flogger very often. Pam's husband John was probably there too, but Ella felt sure he would have beaten his own wife first. Or would he? Maybe Mistress had suggested leaving her until last would be more a statement for her abject subjugation. maybe it was John, and Pam was last. Ella's thoughts were again interrupted as she felt something cold touch her left breast, then she recognised the feel of a nipple clamp being screwed on. This had to be Jay, who, despite the fact Ella had pierced nipples, like to clamp her. Ella was certain Mistress was very close by, and when she heard her voice say "not too tight" she was very excited. Next her right breast got the same treatment, and she felt her breasts being pulled as it was obvious a cord of some sort had been attached to one clamp, passed round the pillar and attached to the other, holding her there by her breasts as well as her other ties.

Then the hands left her. Over the next few minutes she imagined the same being done to Sue and then Pam. Her feeling of complete helplessness was making her pussy moist and she was sure her panties would be damp.

Almost as she thought this she felt a female hand pass between her legs from the back, brushing over her crotch. She knew the touch instantly - Mistress! She surrendered to the sensations, perfected by plenty of practice. She moved as much as she could within the constraints of her capture to try to ensure the sensations didn't stop, but Mistress's fingers soon had her whimpering and she crashed towards her orgasm. But she was always forbidden to come without permission and tried everything she could to hold on. Thus a single word from Mistress's lips took her over the edge. "Come," Dominique said, pushing her panties to one side and contacting her clit directly, and Ella came, fighting for her breath as her spasms hit her. She sagged, but her bonds held her fast. In her haze, Ella heard the voice of mistress Becky say "How do you do that?" followed by a laugh from Mistress and the words, "trade secret, isn't it my pet?" her last few words almost a whisper in Ella's ear.

Ella felt fluid, wet, weak, helpless.... delicious. But nowhere to go. Mistress had moved away, presumably to repeat the shattering performance on Sue or Pam. A few minutes later she recognised the muffled gasps of Sue's orgasm - a sound she had heard many times as she had brought her friend off under Mistress's directions. It was very erotic listening to her friend coming, and Ella wondered if that's how she sounded and what Pam must be thinking waiting for her turn.

Sue's gasps had subsided now, and Ella heard Mistress's heels click across to where Pam waited. As she passed, Ella was delighted to feel Mistress's hand trail casually but sensually across her bottom, a clear gesture of affection. Was there anything else a sub could want right now? Answer, yes there was. Ella wanted to be kissed, wanted to feel her Mistress's arms around her and her love on her lips. But there was plenty of time for that. Right now she was happy just being possessed.

Pam took slightly longer, maybe because she knew her husband was there., but very soon Mistress's expert hands had her gasping out for release. At the third girl's climax Ella heard a man's voice say "amazing" and there was actually a short ripple of applause. Ella guessed there were four people there, but could she be sure? The Squire, master John, mistress Becky and master Jay. Ella hoped master George wasn't there. He was brutal and had a fixation for anal sex. It was not that Ella disliked anal sex - in the right circumstances it was very erotic - but master George was not nice when he did it. Ella imagined his wife would not let him do it so he took it out on the subs. Ella had wanted to tell Mistress about him, but he was her friend and she didn't want to cause any upsets. She had told both Pam and Sue that she didn't like him, and she hoped they would never have to suffer from him. Sue was very scared of the idea.

Ella tried to work out what might be next. Mistress had made them all come, and she had guessed it was master Jay who had clamped them. Somebody had used the crop, but it could have been master John or Mistress Becky. Or possibly even the Squire. Ella tried to recall what they all liked. Mistress Becky's favourite thing was making love with her husband with everyone watching. Master John was a bit of an unknown because since his wife's submission he had changed. The Squire - well all her ever seemed to want was Mistress. Ella started to be aware that someone was behind her, and whoever it was was undressing. She suddenly thought maybe she was wrong and master George was there. Ella tensed, close to tears. But, she thought, if this was what Mistress wanted she would endure it bravely. Ella waited for the inevitability of the pulling down of her panties, or even worse, as he had once done, ripping them off. She felt a hand on her bottom, but nothing more. Then she realised it wasn't a hand at all, a man was masturbating against her.

She heard a male grunt and a female giggle. Guesswork again. The girl had to be mistress Becky, but surely not her husband? John? The Squire? Ella did not know? Then she heard mistress Becky say "fifty" and they were gone. A few minutes later the giggle came from her right, and again she heard "fifty". Ella reckoned that mistress Becky was masturbating the men using the subs in turn as a stimulus, giving fifty strokes with each girl.

Ella smiled inside as she wondered if the winning girl got a prize. She waited. Another "fifty" and they were back with her, rather more breathless than before. She felt the erection against her panties again and the bumping of the hand. They never reached another fifty. Ella heard master Jay's voice swear as several spurts of warm fluid coated her back and buttocks. Mistress Becky moved the spurting penis between her cheeks and it pumped there, wetting Ella some more as she felt the master's involuntary thrusting against her as his climax subsided.

Soon the semen started to go cold and run down her legs and back. But not for long. master Jay's body moved from her to be replaced by a female tongue as mistress Beck licked up her husband's emissions from her, wherever it had landed. When the tongue invaded the crease of her bottom she was delighted to feel it exciting her.

So Ella had it wrong. Master Jay was not the one doing the flogging. That must have been master John or the Squire. So who was left? And what was happening? Ella felt the clamps being removed, her bands being untied. She was led away towards the end of the room, and made to kneel. Her eyes hurt as the blindfold was taken off, but as she got used to the light she found she was kneeling in front of Mistress, who was smiling at her from where she sat. Mistress removed her gag and she let her head drop into Mistress's lap. She was told to look around, and as she suspected Pam and Sue were tied as she had been to the pillars, but nobody was untying them, so why Ella?

Mistress made her stand, then pulled her face down over her knee in the classic spanking position. But Mistress never spanked her, that wasn't her thing. Yes now she did, quite hard, making Ella yelp. After about twenty strokes she was allowed to kneel again. Mistress held her chin in her hand and faced her, asking whether she knew what it had been for. "In truth I do not, Mistress," she said. "For not telling me about George," she said. She also said Susan had told her about how scared they all were and George would not be visiting them again. Ella was close to tears, but she was made to stand again and her hands were untied. She was told she had to thank everyone for their help and directed to the Squire first. She took a few moments to understand before she knelt before him and took him in her mouth, turning her head to look at Mistress as she sucked him. It didn't not take long before he came into her and she moved on.

Mistress grabbed her on the way past and kissed her hard, probing around in her mouth to taste her husband. Master Jay declined the same treatment, choosing instead to play with Ella's breasts and pussy for several minutes, thereafter joined by his wife, who dipped her head into Ella and kissed her pussy. When Ella stood the pair had started to make love together. She went to stand before master John, who held the flogger in his hand, confirming her earlier suspicions.

Ella made to kneel before him, but he stopped her, handing her the flogger. "My wife," he said. "Fifty strokes. Hard." Ella reeled. She had to whip her friend. She looked to Mistress, who shrugged her shoulders and cranked her head towards where Pam was. Ella looked at the doms and realised she had no choice. She went to Pam and whispered she was sorry. Master John came next to her, saying that for each one which wasn't hard enough there would be ten more added. Ella didn't like the situation at all, she would gladly have taken Pam's place rather than do this, but she had no choice. She pulled back with the flogger and brought it down hard on Pam's buttocks, causing her to yelp. "Harder," said master John, and she hit again, and again, and again...

Ella started to panic. This was not being submissive, this was not her. She stopped and turned towards master John, who asked why she had stopped. She knelt before him and offered him herself, holding out the flogger for him to take.

"I cannot, master," she said. "I am sorry, please take me instead."

Then Mistress was there, pulling her to her feet and hugging her. Master John was not angry, he was smiling.