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Chapter 6 Day 557: Oh my! Where to start? I'm still reeling from it all. Natalie showed me an entirely different side of herself. I love it but was amazed to see it. I'm flattered that she shared it with me. It's also helped with my perspective on things. That, not to mention how ecstatic the whole experience has been. I hope she invites me to another one of those parties. I'm afraid that she will invite me to one of them too! The idea of losing myself like I saw so many of the other people there lose themselves is a frightening one. And one I simply can't get out of my head as it turns me on so very, very much. So, Natalie asked me to come over in the late afternoon so we could get ready for the party she was taking me to. I was hoping for maybe and dinner at some quiet little place and then she and I could spend some quality time together we my worshiping her flower until she purred and then howled. That and her holding me close like I love so much. No, not this night. She'd asked me to be sure I was super hairless and perfectly smooth before I showed up. So, another trip to the spa on Tuesday. It's gotten actually quite fun heading over there. As I'm sitting in the lounge waiting for my appointment I chat with the other ladies there. They've no idea and I do nothing to dispel their assumptions. I don't know why, but I enjoy such "girl talk." And Greg, he's such a sweetie, doesn't bat an eye now when I'm there in all of Diana's glory. He is kind of cute too. Nice perky little buns and, as Louann say, a "nice box" too. Not as gorgeous as my leading man but, just the same, he cute in his own way. I think I've built up a tolerance to the heat and the wine they serve as I no longer wind up so blitzed by the process. Oh, I'm super relaxed and all but I manage to glide through the whole process while staying awake and chatting with him as he zaps things away. I'd have thought by now he'd have vaporized every single follicle of hair on my entire body from my eyebrows down. But, no there's still some left. It is a comfortable process, on the whole, to be at the spa however. Louann was super nice on Wednesday making sure my hair was perfect. Perhaps in another six months or so I'll be able to really dispense with the extensions. Well at least cut down on them. Diana's mane will take at least three full years of my own hair's growth to equal. I'm looking forward to that! As usual, we pass the time in a running commentary on the passersby outside her shop passing by. There are so many cute boys on the streets there in WeHo. Cute boys indeed. Louann likes her boys. "Nothing like some young studmuffin wanting it bad, honey" she's told me on no few occasions. I see her point but, I prefer men, not boys. Well, perhaps maybe for just a role in the hay or a "sportfuck" as she so crudely put it - she can be so trashy at times! - but a boy can't hold me like a man can. And, of course, we talked about Paul. I had to talk about Paul, She doesn't leave me alone if I don't. Turns out that she and Paul actually dated, briefly, just after that worthless bitch, Christina, hurt him so. Paul started seeking out femme boys, drag queens, CDs, and t-girls as he was trying to deal with why he had been so attracted to Christina. That would explain why my roommate and 100% straight dude best friend was suddenly so knowledgeable about things to help out a "gurl" here in LA. The dating didn't last long but they're still friends, obviously. And she is just amazed at how much of a hardbody stud he's become. Paul was always nicely muscular but is just miles and miles different now than when she and Paul dated back then. It's nice to have such an understanding "girlfriend" to talk about this with. So, come Saturday afternoon there I was at Natalie's house and was absolutely perfect. My skin was flawless and my hair perfect. My makeup was perfect too. Thus what I soon wound up in covered me completely from head to toe with hardly any of that flawless skin showing. All that showed out from under the outfit I was soon wearing were just my lips, my eyes, and my breasts. And my perfect hair? Natalie had me braid it into a ponytail then we threaded it through the back of this rubber hood thingy she had me wear. No flowing mane for Diana that night. Oh, and she had me takeoff what makeup I had on my face and then redo my eyes to be as super sexy and sultry and gorgeous as I could. The only thing she'd asked me to do that she didn't either cover up or have me redo were my nails. She'd even specified the brand and color of the polish for me to use at Louann's. As I was laying back enjoying the facial Louann was telling me just how slutty that red was! My outfit for the night was this wonderfully skin tight latex thing. A "body suit" or "cat suit" or whatever. It was gorgeous. Once on me and shined up, that is. And it took both Jayden and Natalie to get me into the thing. First they lubed my entire body up so I was slippery and stuff. I thought maybe this going to be the playtime itself. Nope! What followed was a super lot of effort at squeezing and tugging and pulling and pushing and smoothing and... uggh! I can see why Natalie wanted me hairless all over. Even with the lube we'd spread all over me, if I'd any body hairs left on me before getting into that latex outfit they'd have been pulled off by my squeezing into it. The result though was drop dead sexy, if I do say so myself! Natalie and Jayden had fun getting me into it. Around my middle they then laced on this black latex corset and cinched it up tight. Even with all the waist training I've been doing this new corset really but some sharp curves in me that night. It took me a while to get used to breathing with that thing on. Then we got the hood on. That wasn't as bad but it was still involved. Getting my hair out of the way and then securing the hood around my face took no small amount of effort. But we did it! And I could see why Natalie had me first redo my eyes so they were super sultry. The hood just had openings for my eyes, nostrils and mouth. The rest was all shiny smooth black. So my eyes really popped. And with the makeup the effect was even more intense. And then there were my lips. Natalie brought out this ultra creamy and super red lipstick and worked my lips up super vividly. I've learned to do my own lips a bit larger than they actually are but Natalie went quite a bit beyond that. Not to the point of being some "duck lipped" caricature but not far from it. The effect however, was amazing. My eyes looked super huge and wet and super sexy. And my lips were just screaming red and voluptuous. Jayden said my lips were just screaming "cocksucker," I just batted my long eyelashes at him (oh yes, Natalie had attached these super long super fake ones on so I could bat them with the pros!) and puckered just a bit, and then ran my tongue along up upper teeth. I didn't dare run my tongue along my lips as the red creamy goodness would slide right off it! As it was, Natalie had to redo my lips several times that night. Yum! Finally came the shoes. Well sort of shoes. Natalie called them "ballet heels" and she was right. I think the heel spike was there just for decoration. Once I had them on me, I had to walk en pointe. No wonder Ms. Cambrai had me learn ballet dancing and moves with her. Clever woman! Which isn't to say that made wearing these things easy. They weren't that at all. She had me totter back and forth in them until I'd found my balance and could walk in them with some degree of grace. Yes, those Deportment and poise mantras were playing back in my ears non-stop at that point. I needed them to! They helped me concentrate on something other than the pain in my toes and calves wearing those heels was giving me even for just the few minutes I was upright in them. But they were as gorgeous to wear as they were painful to walk in! She snapped a leash to the collar she placed around my throat and then led me out to the dressing mirrors she has set up in one her bedrooms. I was amazed by what I saw in the reflection. I knew it was me inside what I saw but, unless someone already knew me really super well then they wouldn't be able to tell. I was amazing and it was kind of scary and it was intensely erotic. What was looking back at me in the mirror was this gorgeous female in a second skin super shiny black latex body suit, impossibly high fetish heels, and a full hood over her face. Just her sultry eyes and "cocksucker" lips were visible there. The only other flesh not covered by the latex were my large and heavy breasts nakedly protruding from the black shininess of the latex around them. I was a vision of a latex fetish sex doll. An anonymous vision. An objectified vision. I was something entirely different than I'd ever considered or imagined. All I saw looking back at me in that image was of a completely objectified woman who's only function was to provide enough holes to pleasure whoever held her leash. There was no Diana there. There was no identity there. It was intensely objectifying and simultaneously liberating. In that outfit I could do things which Diana never could let herself even dream of. As I was running my hands over that gorgeous sexual creature I saw in the mirror, Natalie stepped into the image and began purring in my ear. She knew exactly what was going on in my mind. Exactly what I was going through. "That's right, babe. You're just a cocksucker's mouth and a pert little ass to fuck. You did notice how the zipper is only at the back down here, right? With your tits out and your lips like that? That's all anyone will see about or care about tonight." Her voice was heavy with lust as she gathered my arms behind me. I was entranced by the vision in the mirrors and utterly beguiled by her words filling my mind. Jayden stepped in and began pulling this thing up around my arms, trapping them there. It was an "arm binder" and it certainly did that! A quick bit of cinching by Natalie and Jayden and I was completely helpless. My little soldier was bursting inside its "gaffe" and I know I was oozing enough to be making a soppy mess within the latex covering me down there. The smell of the latex and the erotic charge of the whole situation was getting to me in a deep, deep way. Natalie flicked my nipple as they clearly were showing how turned on I was. Jayden laughed. "I think she's ready, don't you Natalie?" He smiled as he flicked the other nipple. And I was indeed ready! Very ready! Painfully ready! And I had to wait. Natalie and Jayden had me mince around in that outfit while they both took plenty of pics with their phones and with mine. With the anonymity of the hood I wasn't worried about the photos. That's one thing Mr. Simm's had been super clear about. We had to be very super mindful of our images getting out on to any social media before the ad campaign got going. I even had to suspend my existing Instagram account and hit the pause button on Facebook as well. But now? In this outfit? I could shine in front of any camera pointed my way. That too was a heady feeling - as if I were suddenly free. I'd never been more tightly constrained and bound but in being so I was far freer than I'd ever been. It was a weird and erotic feeling. Natalie then unzipped the opening at my butt as Jayden helped me kneel down on this little platform base sort of thingie they'd set up. I felt her slather some heavy lube on my opening down there and then Jayden pressed me backwards onto this dildo thingie Natalie had place behind me. She held its tip to line up with my rosebud and I felt myself stretch around it and then I felt the flange of the dildo pop past my ring. I've had bigger and wider dildos up my back passage but this one was leaving me feeling quite full. She then snapped some strap that was mounted on the dildo thingy onto my corset, effectively locking me in place on the dildo. There was a much wider part of the dildo that prevented it from going any deeper so I couldn't keep pressing myself down on to it. That meant I couldn't get the thing to rub across my girly g-spot and thus couldn't make myself cum from that like I do when I'm toying myself. I was effectively locked in place. I could lean back on the dildo thing and sort of "sit" on it as the second flange there was too wide to slip into me. But, I couldn't get up off of it on my own. Not with that strap holding me to it and with attached to base I was kneeling on. Both Natalie and Jayden made a point of pointing out how my oh-so-very- red lips and mouth was "just at the right height to be of service!" They were right! And I wanted to "service" them both right there and then! Instead, they just left me there in that bondage as they went and got themselves dressed and ready for the party. It was extremely frustrating to be denied so. And also a turn on as well. I simply had no control as they both had taken that away from me. I could only react and submit. And that was truly a turn on. I must truly be some deep sort of perv. I actually began enjoying the whole setup I was "stuck" in. The latex body suit and corset was this all over pressure and tightness. The smell of the latex was exotic and heady as its scent filled my nostrils with every breath. The arm bondage sleeve and the plug thing impaling me and holding me fast just reinforced how helpless I was. How completely dependent I was on those mastering me and controlling me. I just had no other choice but to submit to it all. And I found that to be both a... calming thing... and a turn on as well. It was really weird that I was actually starting to bliss out a bit from being so tightly constrained. And how the idea of being so objectified and helpless was also turning me on something fierce. It seemed as if but a moment had passed until both Natalie and Jayden appeared again before me. It was actually some many minutes later but I was almost completely zoned in my bondage to have kept track of the time. The results though, were worth it! Natalie looked absolutely divine! She was this vision of an equestrian lady in her riding outfit. Her crimson shadbelly jacket fit her beautifully and showed off her wonderful figure in a most enticing way. Her riding breeches were snowy white and made a wonderful offset to the red of the jacket. Ever so tall and sleek black riding boots finished the outfit. And best of all, it was entirely of leather. Mouthwateringly in leather! My mind reeled at how that leather's scent would infuse Natalie's skin the longer she wore and how heady that would be if she held me close tonight. I could only hope! Jayden was equally as smashing in his leather outfit. His however, was of an entirely different look. His leathers would've fit right in with the gay boy "leathermen" I'd seen at the Gay Pride march Louann "dragged" me. That was a fun time with us "gurls" and it was an eye opener for me seeing so many gorgeous and "bootylicious" men running around that day. Jayden would've fit right in with his skintight black leather chaps, skintight spandex bike shorts under them, black "engineer" boots, and a black leather vest, no shirt. Thus his wonderful musculature was on ample display. He radiated his alpha masculinity as Natalie was radiating her alpha femininity in her outfit. Yummie! The two of them helped me to my feet once Natalie had undone the strap tethering me to the dildo I'd been impaled on. She quickly replaced the emptiness with one of her many plugs she'd used on me previously and then zipped me up nice and tightly closed back there. As I stood up and began loosening my muscles from having knelt in one place for so long I began to come out of that happy blissful state I'd been in. And I realized that my toes were quickly starting to scream with weight being back on them in those ballerina heel boots. Jayden chuckled at this and commented how quickly I'd "slipped into subspace." I don't know what he meant by that. I did however, dread having to walk out to the car and try and move around with my arms so bound. Natalie and Jayden however, had other plans. They first undid the arm binder and then undid the boots. My feet were screaming as I walked around to loosen them up. Natalie had me step into some flats as the two of them gathered their gear for the night's event and off we went. I was still pretty buzzed and turned on from it all and was happy to lean against Natalie in the backseat as Jayden drove us to the party. I didn't even try to pay attention to where we were going. Natalie just smelled to damn good in her leather outfit and she was having too much fun with my exposed nipples anyway. From what I recall of the evening, the party was up somewheres up in the Hollywood Hills but not past Mullholland as the view was looking onto LA and not the Valley. The house we got to was one of those big but private sprawls that dot the hills in that part of LA. It was a party house for certain. Lots of bedrooms and "social areas" and plenty of nooks and crannies for folks to have some semi-private fun. The yard outside was more of that. The landscaping made for lots of little areas where a couple of people could enjoy themselves with semi-privacy. And there were larger areas outside as well for more mingling and bigger groups. Mistress Natalie and Master Jayden - as she instructed me to call them at the party - must have been to other parties at that house as they clearly knew their way through it and where they wanted to be. Before we went inside however, Mistress Natalie told me that I was to remain silent unless she or Master Jayden asked me a direct question or gave me permission to speak. Upon hearing that, Master Jayden just shook his head, reached into the big bag he was carrying, and said "No Natalie, that just won't do. She'll blurt and we both know it." With that he told me to open my mouth wide, popped this red rubber ball thingy into it and then buckled its straps around my head. I now had a "ball gag" in my mouth and the thing felt huge in there. I could breathe around it if I held it in place with my teeth and opened my mouth slightly wider. Or I could just breathe through my nose. In any event, with that "ball gag" in place I certainly couldn't say anything to anyone! Natalie then snapped a leash on to the collar she'd place around my neck and off we went to stroll through the house and then outside to this one little spot. It had two chairs set and this big "X" thing set up there. Mistress Natalie told me it as "Saint Andrew's Cross." Okay. It was this big "X" thing with little eye hooks at different spots on its side. I noticed there were other "St. Andrews" set up both inside the house and in other places out on the grounds of the place. That and other "bondage benches" and things I had no idea what their names were or what they could be used for but it was pretty obvious even to me that they weren't just Ikea lawn furniture or anything! Mistress Natalie let me know that this was a "play party" and that the "play" was going to be quite kinky. Shortly after we had gotten to that one spot and Mistress Natalie and Master Jayden had put their stuff down, this man came up to them. He was dressed up like some circus ringmaster with top hat and everything. He greeted Mistress Natalie and Master Jayden warmly and had his pretty assistant note that the Natalie and Jayden had "officially" occupied this spot. The assistant, in skyscraper heels, fishnets, pink frilly panties, matching pink frilly corset, lovely lace opera length gloves, her hair done up with a matching pink bow with ruffles, and a pink ball gag, made a note on the clipboard she was holding. I noticed that she had wrist cuffs which had a length of chain holding each wrist to the other and a chain running from the cuffs to the clipboard. She looked the vision of a saloon girl from the Wild West and she seemed quite happy to be in service to her ringmaster. Mistress Natalie and Master Jayden chatted for a bit with him. Neither he nor they made any effort to introduce or even acknowledge my presence. This, despite my standing right next to them. I quickly realized that it'd be smarter of me to wait for either of my "doms" to make that move for me than my trying to butt in. Mistress Natalie had let me know my place in the drive over to the party. "My dear sweet girl," she purred with my head in her lap, "tonight you have no name. You are not 'Diana' you are just our submissive and we - Master Jayden and I - are your dominants. Your 'doms.' You, my dear girl, are just an object for us to play with and use as we see fit. You will be perfectly safe by our side. Remember that, my dear, tonight we are giving you a gift of being objectified and if you obey us intently it will be a wonderful thing for you." Standing there and not even being acknowledged was truly strange for me. I'd just spend almost two years now doing everything I could to be recognized and focused upon and noted. Recognized as Diana. Everyone around me just enhanced that and supported me in becoming ever more visibly Diana. The more obviously I became her the more I was approved of and the more I pleased everyone around me. Yet there I was at that party and standing right there next to everyone and all of that was irrelevant. It wasn't wiped out, it wasn't undone, it wasn't somehow destroyed or anything. Instead, it just didn't matter. The circus ringmaster guy wasn't pretending not to notice me or faking that he didn't know who I was. There was no way he could know who I was. Not in that head to toe latex outfit. All that mattered was that Mistress Natalie was holding my leash and that I was there to be of use to her and Master Jayden. Whatever that use might be. My identity was irrelevant. It was truly weird. The more I recognized that my only value that night was of how much I was useful to Mistress Natalie or Master Jayden - and useful not as Diana but as this anonymous latex clad creature - the more I actually got turned on. The more submissive I got. Jayden calls it "slipping into sub-space" when I get that way. I still don't understand what he means, exactly, but I know I was actually pretty turned on and very, very submissive at that point. Mistress Natalie and Master Jayden then helped me get back into those ballet heel boots and put the arm binder back on. Then we strolled over to the main area of the party with me in tow at the end of the leash. There was no rush but nor did they dawdle in allowing me to keep up with them. They just knew what the limits were of anyone in such ballet heels. I did my best though not to get tugged along by the leash. I don't know how long we mingled with the crowd but it was for a while. Natalie and Jayden seemed to know just about everybody there. Or so it seemed to my awestruck self. Everything was fantastic and new and different and amazing. There was no end of truly gorgeous and sexy people there - mind you, those two aren't necessarily the same. Some of the people there were very sexy due to their energy and personality not their physical beauty. I saw all sorts of fantastic outfits and fetish attire and stuff. Male and female and everything in between. Dominants and submissives - "tops" and "bottoms," "masters" and "slaves" - and it was all new to me. My knowledge of the "kink scene" prior to his was next to nothing. To me, before Diana, kinky was leaving the lights on when my girlfriend and I had sex. I thought Ms. Cambrai pegging me was kinky. I thought her caning or using those nipple clamp thingies was kinky. What I was seeing going that night was at a whole new level of what "kinky" was. Eventually, Mistress Natalie led me back to the play station - as she described it - and started setting things up. She first laid out a little padded matt and strapped that dildo seat thingy to it. It was awkward kneeling down bound up as I was and then popping the prong into me after she'd unzipped my behind for it to get in. Only once I was off my feet did I realize just how intensely painful they'd become. No longer having the pressure on my toes meant the blood could more freely get into them and that sensation made my eyes water! I was thankful though to be off my feet even if it meant I was strapped on to that dildo thingy. I watched as she opened up the wheeled case she'd brought in. It was meant to be an airline shipping case for a golf bag. There were a whole bunch of hooks and stuff glued to the insides and from those she had a whole bunch of "toys" hanging from them. The leather shackles and stuff I recognized but the rest looked strange to me. She laid out a few other things before turning to me again. "Oh look at you" she purred. "My pretty, pretty gurl. Always so elegant and ladylike is now a drooling horny little bitch. Aren't you?" She was right. I was drooling. I'd hoped she hadn't noticed it but I couldn't help but drool. That ball gag stuck in my mouth kept my mouth watering while also preventing me from closing my mouth. So, inevitably, I drooled. It was icky. It was definitely not what an elegant lady would ever do. But I was as powerless to stop it as I was powerless to escape the bondage I was in. I simply had to submit to it. So it was yet more submission and powerlessness on my part. She smiled that beautiful smile of hers and then undid the straps on the gag. Before I could say anything as she popped it out of my mouth she crushed her lips onto mine and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. Her hands cradled my head as she possessed my mouth with a truly sensual kiss. I was panting with lust by the time she broke off from possessing me with that kiss. "Now, be a good little pet and stay silent or I'll put the gag right back in. You understand, slut?" She commanded. I quickly nodded and then worked my jaw around a bit to recover from the gag. At about that point this girl in a fetish maid outfit came over to our little area. Mistress Natalie smiled at her and welcomed her closer. She was carrying a serving tray that was shackled to her wrists in about the same way as the circus ringmaster's assistant had her tray. The "maid" was gorgeous! A bit over the top, for my tastes but quite sexy. "Bimbo" sexy. Her breasts were absolutely huge. Her nipples were as big around as my thumbs and easily an inch long each. They looked painful from the way the nipple clamps were set so deep into them. The clamps had little chains running from them down to the corners of tray. At least she was able to hold the tray up enough so that there was no further weight on the chains to pull on those nipples. Her legs were oh so very long and encased in some lovely stockings. Yes, I noted her hosiery right off! Cuban heeled and no doubt reinforced toes as well. I couldn't see that directly as her stilettoes hid the toes but those heels were six inches at least and she was almost as "en pointe" in them as I had been in my ballet heels. She was quite the sexy vision in her fetish maid outfit. Mistress Natalie smiled warmly and chatted at the maid as she picked up the pad and pen from the tray. The maid couldn't reply as she too had a ball gag in her mouth. It took me a minute to realize that a ball gag can be in more than one size. The one stuffed into her mouth was easily double the size of the one Mistress Natalie had put in mine and I thought that thing was huge! Her lips were glistening both with the drool and the lipstick she had on. Even past the gag I could tell she was enjoy her plight. I could see it in her eyes. Mistress Natalie finished with the notepad and put it back on the tray. "Giselle, that will do for us. Be quick about bringing our drinks back to us and there'll be a reward for you." She purred at the fetish maid before caressing her exposed breasts and gently brushing those distended nipples. The girl curtsied and was on her way off. Mistress Natalie then sat down in one of the chairs and just enjoyed some quiet time with me kneeling next to her. She filled me in on what was going on at the party and told me what sorts of things I might see. And she told me that despite what I might hear with people screaming or crying that it was all alright and just part of the "play." I knew how I'd cried when she'd caned me or popped those nipple clamps off of my teats so I had some idea of what she was talking about. But it was good for her to make all that clearer. Soon enough, "Giselle" reappeared before us. Her serving tray now held two glasses of wine and some bottles of water. Mistress Natalie purred her thanks at the maid and then beckoned her closer to where I was kneeling. Mistress Natalie then unclipped the serving tray from the chains running to the nipple clamps attached to Giselle's outsized breasts. The girl whimpered a bit as those clamps shifted in the process. Mistress Natalie then came around beside us and took hold of my ponytail to use as a handle controlling my head. Then she had Giselle step even closer and lift up her skirt. Well, lift up her skirt and lift up the ruffles underneath to expose her flower to me. "Giselle, you've been such a good girl. You made sure to get us our drinks and have them back here to us quite quickly. Such a good servant maid you are. So good, in fact, that you deserve that reward. Now, lift up that skirt so that my slut here can put her mouth to proper use..." she commanded the maid in that erotic voice of hers. I was totally surprised that Mistress Natalie was having me please another person sexually. I'd only been with her, with Jayden and with Paul for almost two years now. And here I was at my first "play party" about to worship a woman's pussy and do so right in front of Natalie. Even with it being Mistress Natalie as she was holding my head firmly in place as she pushed Giselle closer to me. I'd not had any other woman before me, other than Natalie, in over two years. I didn't expect this but, as I was so deep into "sub-space" and knew that my purpose was to be useful to others, I was ready for it. Only it was no flower in front of me. It was, instead, a cock. Giselle was not a girl at all. Mistress Natalie began purring at me as Giselle's penis was barely inches away from my lips. "Oh, you were expecting a pussy to worship? No my little slut, Giselle has a penis for you to wrap your lips around and work your tongue upon. A tiny little one but, like the good little slut you are you will wrap you tongue around Giselle's little penis here. You will please her for being such a good and attentive little sissy maid. That's is slut, kiss that pretty little penis and then wrap your lips around it and take inside you. Good little slut. Good little cock sucking slut..." Mistress Natalie's voice was drenched with lust as she purred her words into my ears. She'd brought her face down close to mine to see me worship Giselle's penis as I worshipped the other cocks I'd worshiped - all two of them. But Giselle's was so small. Maybe three inches, if that. She was smooth and soft and smelled so sweet. She moaned with pleasure as my lips engulfed her and I felt her penis twitch and throb a little but it got no bigger nor harder despite my lavishing my lips and tongue upon it. There was a metal ring set just behind the head of her penis was held in place by a piercing and I felt her legs tremble a bit as I flicked my tongue across all that. Mistress Natalie was still holding me firm by my ponytail and cooing at Giselle. She then pulled me back a bit and I popped Giselle's penis out of my mouth. "Good slut, now worship her little sacs there as well" Mistress Natalie directed. And I did. I opened my mouth and took them in and started working my tongue across them, expecting to roll her testes around in the process. Only I didn't. There were no testes - no balls - there. She still had the skin of her testicles but there was nothing inside them! It was just more sweetly soft skin that Giselle was moaning with pleasure as I worked my tongue across. Mistress Natalie pulled me back again and turned my head to look into my eyes. "Good slut. Get those lips back on Giselle's penis and make her cum! Make her cum, slut! Put that mouth of yours to its proper use. Make her cum!" She commanded me and then turned my head back to the sissy maid and pressed me into her. I once again wrapped my lips around Giselle's sweetly small little penis and did my best with my tongue and lips. Mistress Natalie then turned her attention to Giselle and began stoking the fires in her. I could hear her clearly even over the slurping noises I was making on Giselle's little penis and over the moans and whimpers of pleasure coming from the sissy maid. "Oh, what good little sissy you are" she purred at Giselle, "with such a wonderfully little sissy clitty. You are such a sexy little thing. You've gone up a full cup size since the last party, haven't you?" Giselle could only whimper and moan around the huge ball gag strapped in her mouth. "Oh, two cup sizes? My, oh my! What a sissy fuck toy you are! And how long has it been since you were last allowed your cummies? Yes.... Quite a while hasn't it been? Oh, and here you are with a cock sucking slut doing her best to draw a cummy out of you. And you are here to please Master Kendall's guests, aren't you? Yes, good gurl. And it would please me for you to cum. In fact, I order you to cum. I would be most unhappy if you didn't cum and cum now. You would be displeasing me if you don't cum. If you don't cum into this little slut's mouth." "Ah, but if you cum now you'll not have Master Kendall's permission first. And you'll be punished for that, won't you? Oh yes, that's right you will. But if you don't have your cummies now then you'll have displeased me and that will also displease Master Kendall. And you'll be punished for that, won't you?" Giselle whimpered at that. Her little penis twitched in my mouth at that as well. "Poor Giselle, you'll be punished no matter what you do. Poor gurl. But then, you like being punished, don't you? Yes, don't try and shake your head 'no.' I know you love being punished. You're a sissy pain slut. We both know that. Here, let me help you. How long have these nipple clamps been on now? What's that my dear? I'm sorry, I can't tell what you're saying with gag in your mouth. I guess I'll just pop the clamps off and you can tell me later..." Mistress Natalie pressed her hand on Giselle's rear to force her further onto my face and I felt the girl stiffen her body - not her penis though. I had some idea of what was coming from the way Giselle was whimpering and her thighs were trembling. I heard the click of the chains on Giselle's nipple clamps as Mistress Natalie moved them around. Mistress Natalie had now pressed Giselle toward me so hard that I was trapped between her and the dildo prong I was impaled upon. My mouth was firmly wedged with Giselle's little penis inside it. "Breathe in my dear. Breathe in and cum as I take these off. Cum as I take them off and roll those big juicy nipples around just the way that hurts so... so... much... Yes.... Good sissy. Good sissy gurl. Cum for me now. Cum for me you sissy pain slut! Cum!!!" Mistress Natalie's voice was drenched with power and lust. Giselle shrieked in pain as those clips came off and Mistress Natalie began rolling those nipples around. Her thighs shook and her whole body quivered. The pain must've been truly deep. And yet, Giselle came. Her shrunken little penis twitched harder and sputtered and suddenly my mouth had jets and spurts of her sweetness upon my tongue. It took me a minute to realize that this was Giselle's cumming. That, without those testes - without her balls - her sweet watery juice was all she could spurt. Still though, she had just cum in my mouth! She was whimpering and blubbering around that gag and Mistress Natalie was cooing at her and soothing her and I could hear her kissing those tortured nipples. It took some minutes before Giselle's legs stopped shaking and Mistress Natalie let her step back and then lower her ruffles and skirt. Mistress Natalie first popped the ball gag back into my mouth, strapped it back on, and then helped Giselle put herself back together. Reattaching the nipple clamps was clearly a painful thing. Especially since the gurl had just climaxed and thus her lust as at a much lower level. Quickly enough - and sadistically enough - Mistress Natalie had Giselle back in her proper servant maid form. The sissy curtsied to Mistress Natalie and then scampered away to serve other guests. Mistress Natalie then sat back down and I couldn't help but notice the satisfied look on her face. Giselle's essence was trapped upon my tongue and throughout my mouth and Mistress Natalie just grinned, took hold of my ponytail, and tugged my head back straight when I tried getting her attention to let me rinse my mouth out. Giselle's perfume or whatever body wash she'd used was filling my scent as her privates had been pressed upon my face. It wasn't unpleasant but it was a potent reminder of how I'd just been so used. Used. That was a good description of it. Mistress Natalie had just used my mouth. Not for her pleasure directly but indirectly. She used my mouth, my lips, and my tongue to please her by pleasing another. Used. Objectified and used. Not as Diana, but as a set of lips a mouth and a tongue. It was a heady realization. And I could do little else but contemplate it as I knelt there impaled upon that dildo with Mistress Natalie sitting beside me and holding my hair like leash. Some minutes later, Master Jayden arrived and he was not alone. Along with him was a very handsome man. A man dressed in but boots, a jockstrap and a collar around his throat to which Master Jayden had attached a leash and was leading him back to our little area. Master Jayden smiled at Natalie and then began to get more intimate with the man. Intimate and utterly dominating the man as he pressed him against that St. Andrew's cross. It was fascinating to watch. I'd never seen Jayden - Master or otherwise - with another man. A regular man, that is. And this one was a fine specimen of "regular" manhood. Paul is more muscular and Jayden's physique is more defined but this man was quite powerfully built. And he was no boy but a true man. I could see the gray in his hair and his features clearly showed a confidently mature man of no small power within himself. He was exactly the sort of man that now makes my heart pitter pat and my little soldier throb. Yet, here he was at the end of Master Jayden's leash and, from the way his jockstrap was bulging, loving every minute of it. The two of them were deeply kissing and licking and biting and mauling at each other. All with Master Jayden clearly directing it all and controlling the man. It was sexy as hell watching the two gorgeous powerful figures go at each other in his way. Master Jayden was grinding himself into the man and kissing him fiercely. The man was just as fiercely kissing him back. Master Jayden was grabbing parts of the man's body and clenching them tightly causing the man to writhe. Mistress Natalie told me those were "pressure points" that Jayden was "working." The man would grunt at the pain but clearly was relishing it coming from Master Jayden. Jayden soon had the man's wrists in the leather cuffs hanging from the ends of the St. Andrew's. Then Master Jayden began working the man over more thoroughly. Squeezing those pressure points, slapping his stomach, squeezing the man's balls held inside that jockstrap, using the man's hair as a handle to move his face around, and then Master Jayden began punching the man. Punching him in his chest. The deep thud sound of Jayden's fist hitting that much muscle was actually an erotic thing. The man writhed and growled back at Master Jayden. He was "taking it" for him and that turned them both on. From the way Mistress Natalie was breathing and the look in her face, I could tell it was turning her on as well. The two men were writhing together. Jayden pressing himself into the man and inflicting some sort of pain or stress unto him. And the man pushing himself back into Jayden and eagerly accepting more of what Master Jayden was giving him. Jayden took the man's head in both hands and kissed him deeply. Then he unclipped the man's wrists and spun him around to face the cross he'd been pressed up against. Mistress Natalie quietly said to me "Watch closely, my dear, this is going to be good." Once bound to the cross, Master Jayden then sensuously ran his hands over the bound man's body, relishing what he felt beneath his fingertips. The man clearly also relished being beneath those fingertips as he moaned happily at Jayden's touch. Master Jayden then began touching the man more intently and focused on his nicely muscled back. Then on his well muscled ass. Jayden then reached over to the "toys" he had laid out on the small bench near the cross and picked up this thing with long whitish hairs on it - "a fly whisk" Mistress Natalie told me - and began whipping the man's back and butt with it. The thing seemed more annoying than anything else but it kept the man's focus on those parts of his body. After a bit of that, Jayden put it down and pulled up another whip thing. It had lots of pieces to it, all tied together at the handle - "that's a flogger," Mistress Natalie said - and he began running it across the man's back. He held it taught with one hand on the handle and the other at the end of the pieces - the "tails." It must've felt good as the man writhed to its touch on his skin. It must've also smelled good as Jayden wrapped it around the man's face and smiled breathing through it. Jayden kissed the man again, playfully bit at the man's shoulders and neck, then he stepped back and began swinging that flogger. Master Jayden let it spin between his fingers as he began twirling the thing. He twirled it ever closer to the man's back so he could feel the air being moved by it. Then he began connecting with the man, the tips of the "tails" just brushing the man's skin. He sighed happily at it. Jayden played that flogger along the man's back like that and then down along the man's butt. He paused and pressed himself to the man again, wrapping his arm around him as he did so. He kissed and nuzzled the man's throat again before stepping back. Master Jayden then began flogging the man in earnest. He would spin the flogger and then let it lightly connect two or three times in a row before connecting fully and forcefully on the next spin. "Touch, touch, touch... wham!" was the rhythm. I watched the man close his eyes and breathe more deeply and put himself into that rhythm. Soon Jayden has connecting more solidly and firmly and the man began to sway into the strikes - pulling himself away from the cross and toward Jayden and his flogger. Master Jayden growled his approval and began putting more force into his strikes. Jayden paused and once again enveloped the man with his embrace, sinking his teeth in the man's muscular shoulders. I could see the smile on the man's face at Jayden's taking him that way. Jayden stepped back again and picked up a different flogger. This one had longer tails and looked heavier. It sounded heavier as Jayden once again worked up the rhythm of his strikes on the man's back and butt. Then Master Jayden began laying the strikes in far, far more heavily. The thick heavy "thuds" of the flogger against the man's back were deep and resonant as were his grunts and growls with each strike. At each one, the man would ripple the effect through his body and then push himself back and upright for the next strike. He was clearly signaling Jayden for more. And Jayden was clearly intent on giving him more. Soon the two of them were dancing like that. Jayden would swing in his several rhythm inducing strikes before throwing his weight and strength into the next blow with the heavy flogger. The man would roll his head to Jayden's rhythm and then brace himself for the power strike. His breath would be knocked out of him and the force of the blow would propel him into the cross. He'd growl or moan, deeply, and bring himself up again for the cycle to repeat. Master Jayden then began laying his strikes on ever faster. Then with no rhythm strikes but on heavy full-on strike after another. He peaked the man out doing that and then once again stepped into him and embraced him. They kissed, deeply again. The man nuzzled Jayden and was eager for his touch. They murmured together and the man pulled himself taller more upright, shook his head a bit, breathed in deeply and Master Jayden resumed. It was entrancing. Watching the two of those powerful men dance like that. And it was a dance with Master Jayden in the lead but the other man keeping pace and wonderfully following that lead. I'd never seen anything like it. And as scary as the force of those flogger strikes Jayden was laying into the man, I realized I was yearning to be in his place. Though I also terrified at the pain they must be causing the man. But he arched himself up to each and seemed to only want more of them. The man, at this point, was sweat drenched and panting from being so powerfully flogged. Jayden too was sweating. The way it glistened across his musculature was powerfully erotic. I knew what that man smelled like after a good bout of exercising and dancing. His scent and his taste is powerfully erotic. That his taste now would be mixed with the smell and taste of all that leather he was wearing would make him a heady mix indeed. Mistress Natalie must've felt something the same as she crossed and squeezed her legs together several times watching the two men dance like they were. Master Jayden paused and grabbed up one of the water bottles. He popped it open and drew deeply from it. Then he pressed himself hard upon the bound man, brought the man's face to his, pressed himself to the man's mouth and pushed some of that water into him with his own mouth. The man greedily accepted it and they continued the embrace, passionately. They broke that kiss and Jayden gazed intently at the man. I couldn't hear what the two said but Jayden embraced him tightly again and stepped back once more. The man pulled himself upright once more and closed his eyes again as he arched his back up to Jayden. Jayden then began to lay into the man. Hard. Powerfully. And without let up. He worked up the intensity of his strikes. Then eased off. Then up again. Each time it took longer for the man to pull himself upright and into Jayden's flogging. But, each time, he did pull himself upright. Master Jayden again stepped into the man and growled something into his ear as he embraced him. They again kissed and Jayden stepped away. Mistress Natalie's grip on my hair tightened as Jayden began swinging his flogger again. Now it was a blur of heavy leather striking the man's back. He remained arched into it for the first several and then was driven by the next several strokes onto the cross itself. And Jayden kept swinging. The man struggled to stay upright but began sagging against the cross. Master Jayden called out to him, challenged him, encouraged him, and drew him deeper. "Come on Johnathan. Give it to me. You can do this. Come on now! Come on now! Get up, Johnathan. Get up! Give it to me. Give me that back. Give it to me!" The man, Johnathan, breathed deeply and pulled on the wrist shackles to drag himself fully up onto his feet. It took him a moment but, he did it. And then Jayden resumed. "Yes! Yes! That's it Johnathan! That's it! Give me that back! Give it to me! That's it! That's it!" Jayden called out to him as he laid into him ever more fiercely. Again and again did Jayden call out and Johnathan answer by pulling himself up and into Jayden's flogger. Until, finally, he couldn't. Until, finally, Jayden had pushed him beyond where he had the strength. Until, finally, Jayden brought him to the point he could release and surrender himself. As the man sagged onto the cross Jayden stepped up to him once more and embraced him deeply. He kissed Johnathan passionately and held the man firmly in his arms as he let that submission envelope him. I could see the surrender and the bliss on that man's face and it was a powerful thing. Mistress Natalie reached over and unsnapped the binding holding me onto that dildo prong in my backside. She then helped me stand up before strapping some kneepads onto me and then had me step about a bit to bring the circulation back into my legs. By this time Master Jayden had once again unhooked Johnathan and spun him around. The two were kissing each other deeply once more. Jayden was still dominating the man but not as stressfully. His moves and his touches were more sensual and gentle. Still commanding but more soothing than anything otherwise. Soothing and erotic. The man's cock was soon fully out of its jockstrap was very much coming to life. Master Jayden was enjoying the man's nipples with his lips and teeth and tongue. That had a very noticeable effect on Johnathan's cock. Jayden pulled out his cock and soon had Johnathan on his knees with his mouth eagerly upon it. Jayden growled his approval at Johnathan's cock sucking skills and soon was balls deep in the man's mouth. I could tell from looking at Jayden's face however, that a mere blowjob just wasn't going to do. No, Jayden wanted to take that man fully. Once Johnathan had gotten Jayden sufficiently hard - and in the process aroused his own cock to fullness - Master Jayden pulled him up off his knees, kissed him deeply again, and spun him 'round onto the cross again. He was shackled to it once more and then Jayden reached between the man's taut butt cheeks and pulled. Johnathan's ass was so muscular that I'd not noticed the plug nestled there deep in between those cheeks. Jayden had and he popped it out without fanfare, unfurled a condom onto himself and then pressed his cock into Johnathan's hole as he pressed his body against Johnathan's. Jayden didn't stop pressing until he was hilt deep in the other man. Johnathan growled and deeply wonderful moan at being so taken and so filled. Jayden's grip was firmly around the man as he began powering himself into him. As before, Johnathan began arching himself back to meet each of Jayden's thrusts. Mistress Natalie propelled me forward as she purred quietly into my ear "alright slut, I'm going to use your mouth again. You're going to wrap those lips around that man's cock and use your slutty tongue to make him cum. You're going to please me and please Master Jayden by making that man cum in your mouth and fill you with his seed like the slut you are." Her words were electric to me. It was awkward getting back down onto my knees with my arms still in that bondage sleeve and then shuffling forward behind that cross until I was where I could bring myself to Johnathan cock. Mistress Natalie helped ease me down and then maneuver forward until I was in the right position. Master Jayden reached down and pushed Johnathan's cock into my open mouth. Johnathan clearly wasn't expecting such a thing and he moaned as my lips met the satiny hardness of his shaft. He growled as his cock went further into my mouth and was set upon by my tongue. Johnathan's cock was entirely different than Giselle's. Hers was a wonderfully soft and sweet little thing. This was a man's cock in its fullness and in its hardness. The sensation of it as it pushed across my lips and onto my tongue was wonderful. With each of Jayden's thrust of his cock into Johnathan the man's cock pushed into my mouth. It was as if Jayden was fucking my mouth with Johnathan's cock. The thoughts of this and the sensations and the eroticism and the power of it all was heady. Mistress Natalie held my ponytail taut and had one her booted feet planted on my back to keep me pressed in place. The player's on their marks, the show began in earnest as Jayden picked up his possessing Johnathan. The man was moaning and growling as only a powerful man deep in erotic ecstasy does. I could hear the two of them kissing and enjoying each other's bodies above me. My only sight was of Johnathan's cock sliding back and forth into my mouth as Jayden took him further and further with each thrust. Jayden soon picked up the pace of his powering into the man and I could tell from his own growls of pleasure that his climax was soon upon him. I redoubled my worshiping of Johnathan's cock in my mouth and that brought him closer as well. I could feel my spit drool around the man's cock as he slid it back and forth past my lips. I felt myself going deeper and deeper into the submission and service and selflessness that had been overwhelming the whole night. My own penis was agonizingly enflamed in its gaffe and I could feel my arousal making everything wet down there. Jayden began pushing into Johnathan hard enough to make the entire St. Andrew's cross shake with each thrust. The man began moaning his bliss almost continually now. The two had matched each other's moves so beautifully as they'd danced under Jayden's whipping and now the two were matching each other in this dance as well. Jayden, Master Jayden, reared into Johnathan fully and exploded. He growled through clenched teeth as he pulsed and shot himself deep inside the man. As Johnathan felt his master cum he too went over into bliss. He moaned deeply and I felt the man's cock begin pulsing and his heavy balls pull up as the cum began jetting out through his hard shaft and into my mouth. There was no dribbling of any watery sweetness as with Giselle. No, this was a man's cum. It's salty heat filled my mouth with powerful jet after powerful jet. I knew that taste well from both Jayden and Paul. Johnathan's was different, somehow, but wonderful all the same. Yes, for some reason somehow I now relish the taste of a man's cum in my mouth. I didn't contemplate any of that at that moment. Instead, I just felt the joy of having pleased another man so much that he came inside me. It was a heady thing and one of supreme satisfaction and accomplishment. And such a turn on for me. We stayed in that position, the three of us, for what seemed a long while. I didn?t mind that at all. I just savored the man?s cock in my mouth and relished the taste of his cum filling my senses. Eventually though, probably just a couple of minutes later at most, Mistress Natalie began pulling me back and away as Master Jayden also pulled himself back and away. By the time I?d shuffled back far enough to begin standing up again, Master Jayden had already unhooked Johnathan from the cross and turned him around again and was kissing him so tenderly once more. I stood there, panting with lust at all this, as my spit drooled down my chin. I?d gotten Johnathan?s cock quite wet with it and my latex covered face was soppy with the spit drool and Johnathan?s cum mixed in with it. Once on my feet again, Mistress Natalie pulled me off and away, hooking the leash onto my collar again. She smiled, used a towel to wipe the cock sucking drool off my lips, reapplied that flaming red "cock sucker" lipstick, and then without pause, popped the ball gag back into my mouth. I looked at her, wide eyed, realizing that the only thing she?d done was make my lips look prettier around the gag while leaving all that cock sucking drool on my face and dripped down upon my exposed breasts. I felt defiled by all that, now that I?d the moment to come down from that wonderful peak of having that man?s cock in me. Defiled but wonderfully, wonderfully turned on by it all too. With a tug on the leash, Mistress Natalie led me off and away from Master Jayden and his happily conquered man. I could hear them happily laughing and embracing and kissing behind me as we left our little play area to rejoin the rest of the party. My head was spinning at all of this. I?d once again been used. I doubt that man even ever saw my face. I was just a convenient warm hole for his cock to fit into. Fit into until he came into it. And then I was removed from his presence. Used, objectified, defiled and... fulfilled. I was so turned on by all that my eyes were about crossed with the lust and arousal I had. And I was still utterly powerless to do anything about it. Mistress Natalie stopped for a moment and just added to that powerlessness I was floating in as she took this strappy thing from her belt and snapped it on around my head. It had these small flaps which fit on either side of my eyes as the peeked out from inside the hood. With the strap snapped into place, the flaps restricted my vision to just what was almost directly in front of me. They were like the "blinkers" or "blinders" that were put on horses to prevent them from being distracted ? and to make them more dependent upon whoever was holding their reins as well. Mistress Natalie smiled at me as she snapped the things into place. She knew exactly where my silly little mind was floating away to. I was immensely turned on by it all and deep, deep into that sub-space. "Yes, my little pet." She cooed, "you?ll make a lovely, lovely ponygirl! But, not tonight." With my vision so restricted she seem even larger and more powerful to my eyes. And her smile was no less melting to me. Another tug and off we went. Everything was blurring together at that point. It was all so wonderful and erotic and exotic and sexy. I could feel my drool dripping around the gag and onto my breasts. Its wetness felt hot as each drip splattered upon them and then almost cold as the moisture began evaporating on my skin. My nipples were fully engorged as my little soldier would also have been were it not so trapped down there. I was happy to drift in the erotic fog because if I focused on how hard my little soldier was trying to get I?d wind up focusing on how desperate I was for release. Mistress Natalie clearly knew this was going on as she led me around the party and chatted with various people. She?d happily brush my engorged nipples and just smile as I mewed my arousal around that ball gag. It was tortuous and I loved it. At one point, Mistress Natalie had just completed talking with this couple and as they moved on I heard a voice from beside me. Mistress Natalie had to but gently flex the leash to keep me from trying to turn and see who it was. "Oh my Natalie, what have you here?" the man asked. She smiled at him. "George, good to see you again." She answered and then I felt his touch as he ran one hand down along my curvaceous rear while the other hand caressed my breast. "Another slut for the Bench?" he queried. At that point, his hand on my rear found the opening back there and I realized with a start that Mistress Natalie hadn?t zipped me up after having me stand up from that prong I?d been impaled on. I was as exposed down there as were my breasts up front. My eyes darted to Mistress Natalie but she was studiously ignoring me look. George then found my opening down there and pressed his fingers into me. "Well, she?s certainly wet enough and lubed enough for it" he chuckled as his fingers violated me further. I squirmed but was helpless and powerless to stop any of it. Which.... Turned me on even more. I couldn?t help but moan with lust as this stranger?s fingers began violating me further. "An anal bitch for the Bench? Oh, there?ll be plenty of men for that, Natalie!" he chortled. The man leaned forward and examined my face around the gag and my drooling onto my breasts. "Looks like she?s already had her mouth taken some. A good candidate for some spit roasting, perhaps? I?ll bet you?ve trained her as a deep throating pro! So, when?s she up on the Bench?" Serene as ever, Mistress Natalie just smiled and responded "Timing is everything, George." And with a tug on the leash she pulled me away from his violating fingers and off we went back to our little play area. Part of me was relieved. Part of me was happy to have been saved from that fate and saved from that man?s violating me. And part of me ached for it. Ached for it to have continued and to have been strapped on to that bench for cock after cock after cock to fill me. I was so completely swept up in it all and was so deep into my submission. Mistress Natalie eventually had us back at our little space. Master Jayden was there, utterly content and lazing in one of the chairs. Johnathan had moved on and been dismissed apparently. Jayden looked every bit the sated predator relaxing after have feasted upon his latest prey. My nipples hardened at the sight and my little soldier ached all the more at that vision. Master Jayden had shifted the pad and its impaling prong to the other side of the chairs and the two of them helped me back down upon my knees and back onto that prong to once again impale me. Strapped into place once again, Mistress Natalie was then off. Master Jayden sipped his glass of wine as he idly played with my ponytail. It wasn?t long before Mistress Natalie reappeared. And nor was she alone. For along with her was this vision of femininity. The girl on Mistress Natalie?s leash was a willowy thing in a flowing summer dress. Her hair was a dark brown and was in a French braid up tightly on her head. She was achingly pretty. I noticed she was also wearing these delicate little wrist and ankle cuffs. Even though she was not in what I would call "fetish attire" it was clear that she was a submissive yearning to be taken. Her moves and demeanor and those little cuffs made that clear. Being on the end of Mistress Natalie?s leash made it even more so. From where I was now kneeling I couldn?t see the woman?s face but could more clearly see her back and what effect Mistress Natalie?s attention would have upon it. What followed seemed a repeat of what Master Jayden had done with Johnathan ? but in a feminine manner. Where Jayden was strong and sensual, Mistress Natalie was delicate and sensual. She possessed the woman no less for it however. The woman?s dress was soon flowing down to be around her feet and then away as Mistress Natalie had her step out of it. Stay up stockings clad her legs and that was the whole of her remaining attire. I could see her petite breasts and her engorged nipples as the blush of arousal flowed across her lovely skin. Her ass was as pert and petite as her breasts and Mistress Natalie was relishing attention to it all. She kissed her way down from the woman?s neck, across her bared shoulders, down her back and onto her backside. She writhed with pleasure from it and went up on her tiptoes as Mistress Natalie met that pert behind with her lips. Mistress Natalie?s fingers parted the woman?s flower and drew forth her nectar. Natalie savored it and then pressed herself onto the woman before sinking her teeth into the woman?s shoulder and neck. She moaned with pleasure at Natalie?s fierceness. Natalie?s moves echoed Jayden?s. She warmed the woman up with fiercely sensual dominance and stoked the flames of her arousal. The two embraced and kissed just as sensually as had Jayden and his man. Just as sensually and powerfully but... differently. The intent of the moves may have been the same but they were vastly different in the doing. These were unquestionably two woman in passion where with Master Jayden and his submissive it was unquestionably two men in passion. Eventually, Mistress Natalie picked up that same "whisk" and used it for the same effect. Natalie even used floggers as well. But her own, not Master Jayden?s. Hers were lighter and seemed softer, somehow. She was also clearly not putting as much force into any of it but was just enflaming the woman. She too would flog for a bit and then step to physically overpower and connect with her submissive strapped to that cross. Again, I wished it was me under shackled to that St. Andrew?s. When Mistress Natalie seemed satisfied that the flames of their arousal were hot enough, she set down the floggers and brought out a different sort of whip. This was what I easily recognized as a whip and not anything else. It was a long stretch of braided leather that entirely fit with the riding outfit Mistress Natalie was wearing that night. As Mistress Natalie picked up that whip Jayden quietly said to me: "Watch closely, my dear, this is going to be good." Mistress Natalie moved that whip with a long familiar skill and soon was cracking it in the air around her and around the woman she?d bound to that cross. The cracking of that whip was like a gun shot and I could see the woman writhe in anticipation from it even as those initial cracks never actually touched her flesh. But only initially. Soon Mistress Natalie was snapping that whip of hers upon that woman?s bared flesh. Each strike brought forth a moan or a whimper from the woman. Mistress Natalie was wielding her whip ? a "single tail" as she later told ? with a precise aim and skill. The difference between Jayden?s throwing the mass of his floggers and their thick heavy thudding impact upon Johnathan?s back and Mistress Natalie?s almost delicately flicking her single tail whip was a marked on. Masculine and feminine were the differences. Jayden was all about the power and impact. Mistress Natalie was about the precision and impact. Her whip was like a scalpel compared to Jayden?s floggers being more like a soft baseball bat. The effect upon the submissives however, was near enough the same. The woman writhed and moaned at Mistress Natalie?s whipping. She would let the effect of each strike ripple through her and then bring herself up to Natalie?s whip yet again. And again. And again. Mistress Natalie would pause, catch her breath, allow the woman to catch hers, embrace her with just as much intimacy and sensuality as Jayden had embraced his prey and then step back and resume bringing for the surrender. It was heady to watch. But it was different. Very different. I watched Jayden intently as he had flogged Johnathan. There was power and hunger and lust in his eyes at that. He was enflamed and afire in his dominating the man. The energy Jayden was conjuring was a powerful and primal thing. It was beautiful to watch and to savor even if from a distance. But it was different. And that difference became more apparent the more Mistress Natalie whipped her submissive. As Jayden wailed upon Johnathan it brought forth grunts and growls and moans of pain and, eventually, of surrender. As Mistress Natalie continued it was something else. The two of them, Mistress Natalie and the woman, were dancing like Master Jayden and the man, but the energy was different. Different not just as masculine versus feminine thing but different otherwise. In Jayden?s eyes there was a fire and a lust and a desire to dominate. As Mistress Natalie began pushing the woman and whipping her ever more fiercely the look on Natalie?s face was different. There was fire and lust there. And there was that desire to dominant. But there was a gleam in her eyes which was quite different. A wicked gleam. A sadistic one. Not that Jayden was averse to enjoying the pain or discomfort his actions brought forth. He could be sadistic in that. But with Natalie, it was different. Or perhaps it was just the reactions of the woman which made it so. Or perhaps it was the different implements each of the dominants used to bring forth that surrender. Eventually, after dancing back and forth with Mistress Natalie bringing her submissive ever deeper into being overwhelmed and surrendering, she began whipping her with a truly painful intent. Her eyes were blazing with that thirst for the woman?s anguish. And anguish she was overflowing with. Jayden?s flogging and overwhelming of Johnathan had a trance like quality to it as Jayden had established a rhythm to his strikes. That might?ve explained some of it. Mistress Natalie however, gave no such rhythm to her whipping. Or at least not the same continual rhythm. She would land strikes with her single tail, harsh ones, biting ones and the woman would shriek in anguish and pain from them. There would be no lighter follow up strikes. She would just allow the woman to regain herself and then snap out the whip again. And again. And again. Each time the woman would howl from the slicing of that whip and fall against the cross. Mistress Natalie would wait and the woman would pull herself together and upright only to have more whipping tear into her and drive back to sagging against the St. Andrews. It was powerful. It was intense. And it was actually frightening. Natalie was showing a side of herself I?d no idea existed. Jayden had overwhelmed his submissive with his power and strength but even amidst that there was no gleam of such sadism in his eyes. Not like there was with Natalie. Natalie was overwhelming her submissive not with power ? physical overwhelming strength ? but with the slicing agony of those whip strokes. I watched Natalie intently as she landed a particularly severe series of strikes upon the woman. Her wails of pain were ringing in my ears and the gleam of sadism in Natalie?s eyes was frightening indeed. I tore my eyes away from her to look at the woman as she hung by her wrists whimpering. I regretted doing so immediately. The woman?s back was bleeding. Bleeding from the multiple slashes of Natalie?s whippings. Bleeding. I can still see the image clearly in my mind. I turned back to Natalie to see how she was struggling to hold herself back from landing even more whip strokes upon the woman?s back. I could see the knuckles of her hand clench around the whip, her breathing hard and heavy. She was as aroused from this as I?d ever seen her. Otherwise I?d have found that achingly appealing. Now? I was deeply frightened by it. She?d just reduced that woman to a heaving sobbing mess. And Natalie was turned on by that. Deeply turned on. She looked over at Jayden and he unsnapped the strap holding me onto that prong. Helping me to my feet once more he zipped me and clipped the leash back onto my collar. We were soon back out amidst the rest of the party. My mind was reeling from what I?d just seen. I know the woman had sought out Mistress Natalie. And she had to have known what she was opening herself for. And Natalie had told me that everything which was going on at the party was consensual. But even so, being brought to such screaming agony like that? I was dazed. Once we were back out at the rest of the party, Master Jayden pulled me aside and popped the ball gag out of my mouth. He tilted at water bottle to my lips. Despite producing so much drool around the gag, I was actually quite parched and eagerly drank my fill, not caring that some of it spilled out and around my lips and down upon my chin. And then upon my naked breasts. "Quite the show, eh?" Master Jayden remarked with his typical sarcasm. He tilted the water bottle to my lips before I could answer. "That, my dear, was an intense little scene. No, not everyone is into that sort of play at that sort of level. Natalie there has been playing with that woman for years. She?s something of a masochist. Even she can?t withstand such intensity like that on a regular basis. But, when she hungers for it that much, only such a whipping like that can answer it. And only someone she trusts like Natalie can fulfill it." He answered my questions before I could voice them. "And no, my dear, neither she nor I expect that of you. At least not now." He said with a grin as he tweaked one of my nipples. His warmth and his dominance were reassuring. He was making things clearer for me. Making them clearer and lifting from me any responsibility I had about them. Just like so many of the powerful men around did for me. I felt a wave of relief wash through me. Natalie, Mistress Natalie, Ms. Cambrai, they, she didn?t expect that of me. I wouldn?t have to be so reduced or suffer so. But Jayden had said "yet" in that explanation. "Yet?" What did he mean by that? Before I could ask that Master Jayden unstrapped the ball gag from around my head. Before I could ask anything further he pulled something out of his pocket and pushed it into my mouth, quickly running its straps around my head just like the previous thing that had been on me. This was another gag but it wasn?t a ball gag but a ring gag. It was of a very hard rubber and he?d wedged just behind my teeth. I couldn?t now close my mouth. I could talk, sort of, but not really intelligibly. I could certainly breathe easier than with the ball gag and I wasn?t drooling as much. But I was still gagged. And now had no control over my mouth or what might go into it. My helplessness continued. Master Jayden smiled and made it clear just how powerless and helpless I was by pushing me down to my knees before him. He pulled out that glorious cock of his and soon had it pushing into my forced open mouth. I could only work my tongue upon it and not my lips nor any sort of suction. And the more he pushed it back and forth in my forced open mouth the more my drool flowed out around it. I couldn?t even swallow, really. That feeling of being debased and objectified began returning and building once more. It was so hard to resist and I was so painfully aroused. And Jayden?s cock tasted so good upon my tongue. And I could even taste the remnants of Jayden?s cumming from having fucked Johnathan. That, and the tang of the lube of the condom. Once Jayden was fully rampant he pulled me up to my feet and kissed me deeply. His tongue had no problem dominating my mouth, forced open as it was. I was fully back into sub space at that point. Jayden just laughed at that, as he does. And then he fished out the tube of that lipstick Mistress Natalie had used so that he could redo my lips. He was surprisingly good at it and soon my lips were once again "cock sucker" red in all their vividness. At that, we were off wandering the grounds again. Once again things started becoming a lust filled blur. I remember seeing Giselle again. Her breasts were fully out of her maid?s outfit and being whipped and mauled by one man while another man had her skirt up and was plowing her rear. Giselle?s massive breasts were pendulously swaying back and forth as he pounded into her. This made it harder for the man in front of her to keep whipping and mauling them. He was "bitterly" complaining about it to the other man and Giselle seemed to be in throes of one long and continuous orgasm from it all. They were all smiling and laughing and having a gloriously erotic time of it all. Eventually, again, we wound up near the Bench. Or so I thought. Jayden worked us up through the small crowd there so we could see the woman strapped onto it. Only it wasn?t a woman but a man. A man wearing the same sort of black latex body suit with his butt cheeks exposed instead of his chest, though there were openings for his nipples. He too had a latex hood on with openings for his eyes, nostrils and mouth. He was strapped in just the same way and had clearly been used in the same way as the women were on the other bench and it looked like he?d been on this bench for some time. He seemed just as blissed out from it as had the women on the other bench. Jayden called my attention to the men using the guy strapped on that bench and laughed. "Well, well, well. Looks like it?s a ?release night." He said with no small glee in his voice. Seeing the confusion in my eyes, he explained further. "Look at the men there using that boy. You saw how I enjoyed taking Johnathan, right? You know how I enjoy taking you? Not just making love to you but in sating myself upon you. Look at how these men are going about it. Look at that one there fucking that boy?s ass. Look closely at him." I did and it took me a minute to realize what Master Jayden was pointing out. The man was indeed fucking the boy ? or man, actually since even in the latex outfit and bound upon the bench he was obviously in his 30s ? but was doing his best not to touch him. The guy even had his eyes closed or was looking away as he fucked. Glancing over at the man using the boy?s mouth it was much the same. Yet, the men seemed almost frenzied to cum. There was a desperation, almost, in their thrusting and pushing for release. But there was no intimacy or connection with the man they were putting their cocks into. It was bizarre. "A ?release night,? my girl," Jayden repeated. The men there, so desperately trying to get their rocks off? They?re straight guys. Yes, they?re not gay or even bi. Look at them. They?ve all got collars on, right? Look at the crowd. See those women? Yup, those guys with their dicks out are the submissives or slaves or bottoms or whatever to those women. Chastity slaves. And those women are mistresses. Dominas. Tops, owners, whatever. ?Key holders,? that is, they have these men in chastity and control when and how they can ever have a climax or orgasm. You know how Natalie had you in that gaffe? And it had a lock to it? Now you have the key to it. Plus, you could always cum even when you had it on, right? Yeah, you liked that ? as I recall. You?d fuck yourself silly with those dildos of yours until you splooged all over yourself in that gaffe." "You feel the pressure in your cock now? When?s the last time you came? Yesterday? Day before? Yeah, thought so. You slut!" he laughingly mocked me. "Now, imagine not being able to cum while your cock is caged up. Imagine not enjoying having anything up that cute little ass of yours. Imagine not even being able to consider that an alternative. And imagine the sort of pressure that?d build up from days and days and weeks and weeks of not being able to cum. Imagine that." "That picture clear in that silly little brain of yours? Yes, good gurl. Imagine it?s been months since your cock was allowed out of its little prison and that you?re so desperate for release you?ll do just about anything for it. Especially if you?ve got a skilled and sadistic domme like some of these ladies here. ?Be a good boy and I?ll let you have an orgasm for me. I?ll let you fuck your brains out, even? they promise. So, here they are at this party and those women are keeping their word. Only they never promised that their slaves would be fucking them. They didn?t even promise that those slaves would be fucking a woman. No, just that they could fuck or get sucked as much as they wanted for this one night at this one party." I looked over at the men. The man getting the blow job had his eyes squeezed tightly shut and looked to finally be cumming. And it was a pretty massive climax. I?d no idea how long the poor guy had been pent up but from the way the cum was running past the cocksucker?s mouth it must?ve been while. The guy doing the fucking was having difficulties but then one of the women, perhaps his mistress, stepped up and began caning his ass to encourage him. That had the effect and soon he was getting his release as well. Jayden laughed at this. I felt sympathy for the men. And wondered why on Earth they were so reluctant to have fun with what they were doing. So what if it was a man?s ass they were plowing or a man?s lips around their cocks? If it felt good and it was all consensual? So what? My, oh my how my perspective on things has changed since Diana came into being. "It?s quite fiendish of the mistresses, actually. Pretty damn clever." Jayden said with a wicked edge to his voice. A tug on the leash and we were away from the scene as two more reluctant men stepped up for their release. We wandered a bit more and then we wound up over by the other bench and watched as another woman there was being taken. The objectification was just as heady. Jayden had me stand in front of him so I could have a clear view of how the woman was being filled from both ends and was clearly loving it. Master Jayden had one hand working one of my nipples and that began driving me wild. My lust was in overdrive by that point that night. Then I felt his other hand unzip my backside. Smoothly and firmly he pressed his now hard cock up to my rosebud and then past it and into me. All while working my nipples now with both his hands. He pulled me to him so that his cock was now fully in me. It felt wonderful. I began rocking myself back and forth on it only to be quickly and firmly stopped by him. His fingers clamped harshly on my nipples. And his voice hissed into my ear from behind me. "No, my little slut. No, you don?t get to do that. You?re not going to use my cock as any sort of dildo to get you off on. No, you don?t. I?m going to use you to pleasure myself. You are quite the horny little slut, aren?t you?" His words were electric and I could only whimper my response through that ring gag in my mouth. I had no choice but to stand there with his glorious cock deep inside and be tortured by it. The fullness was an awesome feeling but, even as enflamed as I was, that fullness wasn?t enough to push me over to the climax and relief I was so desperate for. And Jayden knew that. He well knew it and played upon my desperation so wonderfully. It was sadistic of him, yes. But a different sort of sadism. I can recognize that now, writing this out, but that night I was just losing myself in this overwhelming haze of lust and sexual need. This, all while watching this other latex clad beauty be ravished by one man after another on that bench. As I watched, the woman who was on the bench when we came over to it was being taken off of it. She was utterly spent. The look on her face was of pure bliss and she had to be essentially carried off of the bench and away. Part of me was envious of such surrender and openness. Another woman in the same sort of latex body suit as I was wearing was then placed up on the bench and shackled to it. And more men began taking her as well. I wondered how long this could go on. I wondered if it was Jayden?s intent to have me up there. Was the whole evening?s worth of working me up to my current sexual frenzy was just to prime me for being the next one on that bench? That wonderful lust filled haze was enveloping me as my thoughts went deeper into that vision. It took me a moment to realize Jayden was pulling himself out of me. He turned me around to face him. He smiled and leaned in to lick away a bit of the drool from my lips and chin. I hadn?t learned how to swallow fully with that ring gag on. He gazed at me and then spoke again. I was in that much of a lust filled haze that it took a bit for me to register what he was saying. "My, oh my. You are deep in that subby world, aren?t you?" he smiled. "My sweet little slut. That mouth of yours is entirely too empty and that?s a crying shame don?t you think. Now, my little slut. This fine gentleman has kindly offered to help you about that. Be a good slut and thank him rightly. On your knees now slut. On your knees and get to work!" With that, he turned me to face this leather clad man next to me. I only briefly could see him as Master Jayden pressed me down to my knees. All I saw was that the man was in head to toe leathers. Leather pants, a leather sport coat, a leather shirt with a leather tie, and was wearing a leather hood such that I couldn?t see his face. He looked like a leather version of an executive. Not that any businessman would be wearing a hood like that but even so. The man radiated power, somehow. And I could tell that this was no boy but a man. A man who already had his cock out for me. And as soon as I was on my knees he had that cock into my mouth. It was that easy. It was that simple. I wasn?t even amazed at it any more. I was there to be used. To be taken. There to serve. There to give pleasure to others. I was helpless to do otherwise. And, inside me, I realized I didn?t want to do otherwise. I would?ve gladly sucked this man?s cock even if I wasn?t bound up as I was. But I was bound and that helplessness made me... free. None of those thoughts were clearly in my mind at that moment. Only the cock filling my mouth was what was in my mind. My only regret was that the ring gag prevented me from worshiping that cock like I?d been able to worship the other man?s cock or like I?d worshipped Giselle?s. Or Jayden?s or Paul?s. I did my best though. I worked my tongue over it as much as I could. The only sights around me were of the man?s cock, his leather pants and the other men standing so close to us there. Part of my mind wondered if they too would have their cocks out for me to service and give pleasure to. They were all pressed in so close. But, for now, I had just this one cock to worship and to pleasure. Master Jayden had a firm grasp on my ponytail and held me fast so that the man could easily saw his cock back and forth past my forced open lips. The man soon clamped his hands around me head and began using my stretched open mouth as a cunt to fuck. My thoughts were flowing in such an obscene way at that moment. The visions popping into my mind came from places I?d no idea how they got there. Images of men face fucking women and face fucking men and.... I was flying with it all and losing myself on this stranger?s cock. I could taste his precum as he used my mouth like he did. Then he stopped. Even as lust crazed as I was I could tell he was close so I wondered why he would stop so. Jayden held me more firmly as the man began fisting his spit covered cock in front of my face. I could only stare at it helplessly. I wanted it back in me! I wanted to taste his cum inside me! Instead, the man jerked himself off in front of my open and hungry mouth until, finally and loudly, he came. Jet after jet of cum streaked forth out of his rigid cock. No small amount of it did spray right into my forced open mouth. The rest? It splattered onto my face. Even through the latex I could feel it splattering onto me. I could feel its heat. He kept jerking his cock but directed it down so that he was spending himself upon my bared breasts. I felt the heat and the wetness of his cum spitting upon my flesh there. The man was growling his climax as he fisted the last of the cum out of his cock. I rolled my tongue around in my mouth to savor what of his cum has shot past my lips. The man then rubbed his cum drenched cock onto my breasts. With his shaft rubbed clean he rubbed the last of his cum off on my face. Not a word from him. My mouth sufficiently used, his cum dripping from my face and on my breasts, his hand and his cock sufficiently cleaned, the man simply turned and disappeared into the crowd. None of whom seemed to have even noticed what had just taken place next to them. I?d just been used by a complete stranger. I didn?t ? I couldn?t ? even see his face. This stranger didn?t even bother spending himself in me but deliberately came on me. And then he left. And no one around me even bothered to notice any of it. At least the woman bound to that bench had something of an audience to note her debasement and debauchery. Me? Here? With what just took place? No, it was truly anonymous. Truly objectifying. Just a set of warm holes to be used. I was near out of my mind with lust and arousal at that point. And I was completely in sub space. I docilely followed Jayden as he hauled me back up onto my feet and then away. He looked me over and smiled; "Congratulations, slut. You?ve just gotten your first facial. You should be proud!" And I then realized how obvious I must look to others. That man?s cum was streaked all over my face, along the latex over my chest and streaked and glistening on my breasts. I was clearly marked as cum drenched cock sucker. I felt, oddly, pleased at that. For some reason. His drying cum on my face and breasts was like a trophy. My mind was churning from all of this and realizing how ever deeper I was floating in being objectified. It took me a few minutes to realize I was even back on my knees at our little play space as Mistress Natalie and Master Jayden busied themselves packing up their toys and equipment. I vaguely remember the drive back to Natalie?s place and getting back inside it. I had already started to come down from the haze when she and Jayden unlaced the ballet heels and took them off my feet. My first steps out of those heels brought forth all the pain of having been in them for so long. But, I was ever so glad to be out of them just the same. They then removed the arm binder sleeve and it felt ever so good to be able to flex my shoulders and arms to get them limbered back up. Next off was the hood. Being peeled out of that latex body suit was an experience all in and of itself. Despite feeling cold and child at times while wearing the latex I had actually sweated heavily under it. So when Mistress Natalie first unzipped my back and pulled the latex away from my skin it was a rush of rapidly cooling flesh. Just another intensely sensual experience in an evening full of them. I?d thought that this might then have been it for the night. I was wrong. Again. Instead, the ball gag went back in, my wrists strapped to belt they ran around my waist and I was put down on my knees again, impaled again and strapped in again. This time I got to watch Jayden and Natalie play. I?d no idea where they got their energy from. I was spent by that point. Spent and achingly horny. But neither Jayden nor Natalie were spent. No, not hardly. And what they did next truly surprised me. I expected that perhaps the two would set upon each other in bed and there expend all the sexual energy they?d been building through the night. I was wrong. Again. Surprisingly wrong. With me secured, Jayden then secured Natalie. Yes, he secured Mistress Natalie. He secured Ms. Cambrai. Jayden "topped" Natalie that night. I?d never noticed the hooks Natalie had set into the walls of her bedroom but apparently Jayden was quite familiar with them and soon had Natalie securely stretched out to them as she stood there in her bare feet and nude glory. Jayden then danced with her as he?d danced with Johnathan. There was an intensity between the two of them. And a far deeper level of intimate communication beyond words with the two them. And soon Jayden was pounding his flogger into Natalie?s back with every bit as much force as he?d wailed upon Johnathan. The two danced beautifully together. Their intimacy and sensuality was joyous and powerful. And soon Jayden had brought Natalie to that same beautiful and awesome point of being so wonderfully overwhelmed. I was still amazed that Natalie was submitting at all. This, from that frighteningly sadistic vision whipping that woman to blood just shortly before. With Natalie wonderfully overwhelmed, Jayden unshackled her and literally threw her upon the bed. Deftly, she was again bound as Natalie?s bed had the hooks built into its corners and frame. Then Jayden set upon her with every bit as much power and dominance in his love making as had just exerted over her in his flogging. He possessed her and took her and her climaxes were deep, powerful and loud ones. I?d never seen ? nor even imagined ? Natalie, my Ms. Cambrai ? being so thoroughly and willingly overwhelmed and taken in such a fashion. From the bliss upon her face it was clearly something she both enjoyed and something she had needed. Some while later, once the two of them had descended from the starry heights they?d fired themselves up to, Jayden levered himself up off the bed and came over to me. Without any preamble he popped the gag out of my mouth and pressed home his cock to replace it. "Clean it, slut." Was his command. His cum and Natalie?s juices were all upon it. I happily pressed myself to his command and was rewarded with those wonderful tastes filling my senses once again. Soon, Jayden then pulled himself out of my mouth and unstrapped me from the prong. Jayden then used my ponytail as a leash to drag me over to the bed and then upon it. He manhandled me to be between Natalie?s bound legs and then brought my face to her very well fucked flower. "Clean that too, slut." Was his next command as he pressed me to her. Again, I happily complied as Natalie moaned at my touch. Lapping up Jayden?s cum and her juices, was quite content to be exactly where I was. So content I didn?t even realize that Jayden had left and it was only his return from the bathroom and his pulling me off of Natalie?s flower that made me realize what time had passed. Jayden then pulled out one of Natalie?s yoga exercise pads and put a blanket down on it. He soon had a cuff around one of my ankles and ran a chain from that to a hook in the bedframe. He put me down upon the pad and pulled the blanket up on me. "Not a word from you, slut. Clear? You make a peep and the ball gag goes back in. Silence, girl." He commanded. He was achingly commanding indeed. I was bound, helplessly at the feet of this gorgeous and dominant man as he was standing over me. Literally, standing over me. His powerful frame filling my vision as I looked up at him. His sex on full and powerful display over me. His gaze was so powerful as he looked down at me. I felt such a deep, deep submission run through me. I didn?t even question it when he pushed me over with his left foot to bring my face to his right one. It seemed the only right and proper thing to do was kiss his foot. The only proper thing for a submissive to do for her master. I almost cried with joy when he said "good girl" as my lips were upon his foot. He then climbed into bed, released Natalie from her bondage, and turned out the lights. It took a long, long time for me to get to sleep. The pad was meant to be a cushion to exercise upon, not sleep upon. And my hands were bound to my waist. Finding an angle I could lay on my side without them being crushed was a challenge. Eventually though, sleep overcame my aching sexual fires. I finally managed to drift off with the taste of Jayden?s cum and Natalie?s juices still filling my mouth as visions of the sights and experiences of the party filled my mind. In seemingly no time having at all passed, I was stirred from my sleep by Jayden and Natalie above me there in bed. Jayden?s feet and legs once again filled my vision as he levered himself out of that bed. "Where do you think you?re going?" Natalie?s voice rang out. "Get back in here and finish what you started!" she mewed. "Dammit woman! I gotta go pee!" Jayden exclaimed. "You don?t have to get out of bed for that. Diana?s right there." Natalie said. The two of them paused. I looked up at Jayden looking down at me. And then I looked over to see Natalie?s face peering over the side of the bed. I?d no idea what they meant. Jayden shook his head. "No, she?s not ready for that." And he stepped off to use the bathroom. His doing so must?ve stirred something in Natalie as she was soon off the bed after Jayden and for the same reason. A few moments later she and Jayden returned to bed. Natalie then sat herself at the side of the bed, reached down to me, and pulled me up to between her legs. Her flower was glistening and she pressed me to it. "Lick me my dear" was her command. Her thighs had already clamped tight around my head and my mouth was fully upon before I realized what that wetness was. Her taste was tangy and somewhat salty. But soon her juices were flowing upon my tongue and none of anything else mattered. I loved pleasing Natalie this way. Above me, I could hear the unmistakable sound of a cock being sucked. This, confirmed by the moans of lust I know so well that Jayden makes as his beautiful shaft is so well attended. It was his hand which took hold of my hair and pulled me off of Natalie?s flower. He then bedded her fully again. I once again watched my two lovers fully enjoy themselves. This time it was a slower and more gentle love making between equals and not the ravishing possession that Jayden consumed Natalie with last night. Eventually, the two of them sated themselves once more. And, once more, I had Jayden?s glorious cock filling my mouth as I worked my lips and tongue upon it and savored his cum and her juices that I licked from it. As Jayden was showering, Natalie unlocked the chain binding me to the bedframe and sent me off with a swat on my rear. I scurried off to the toilet and finally voided the pressure in my bladder. I didn?t tarry as there was still her flower to attend to. This time I could do so more fully as she unlocked my hands from my waist. I savored Jayden?s cum from inside her and then enjoyed her juices as my tongue brought her to one relaxed climax after another. So engrossed as I in pleasing Natalie that it was with a start that I realized Jayden had not only finished from showering but was now back at the bed with us. He once again pulled me away from Natalie?s beautiful lips. This time he kept me on the bed but flipped me over on to my back. Deftly and quickly he had me fully unzipped and popped out of my "gaffe." My little soldier was quickly standing up. It was a soppy wet mess with all the precum I?d oozed throughout the party and the night. Wasting no time, Natalie mounted my face again as Jayden mounted me. He wasn?t as hard as he usually has been when filling me. But he had just spent himself in Natalie and, luckily, my rear passage was well enough stretched from having that prong so long in it. He still, however, was filling me and filling me so wonderfully! As overflowing with lust as I was, it didn?t take much nor take long. My worshiping Natalie?s flower at that moment was beyond me. I was just enveloped and lost in her glorious lips and juices and taste and scent as Jayden?s cock filled me and quickly drove me over. It seemed but a bare few strokes of his into me before I was howling my climax into Natalie?s lips smothering me. Her hands upon my nipples just added to my blinding climax. I spurted harder than I could remember doing in a long, long time. Natalie?s stomach was spattered with my goo. We all laughed at the mess I?d made and she made sure I licked her clean there too. God, it felt wonderful to finally achieve that release that had been so worked up in me all through the night. I was utterly spent from it. Gloriously so. I just lay there basking in the sensations as Jayden took Natalie into the shower for her to clean up and him to clean his cock. Then it was my turn in the shower. The hot water felt so good on my skin. Once dried and lotioned, the two of them put me to bed in the guest room and I was soon fast asleep. Some hours later I arose to find Natalie quietly sipping coffee out on her porch. She looked up, smiled at me and drew me to her. We lay there together with me kneeling by her legs, my head upon her lap, and her hands gently stroking my hair. We had ever so much to talk about that afternoon.