Weekend Punishment

[orchid]

I turned and looked at you, slightly puzzled but not for long. “Spread your legs,” you said and I did so immediately. You got down and in the corner of the closet, lifted the corner of the carpet to reveal a small hook and clasp in the floor. You had obviously installed this without my knowledge and I shivered involuntarily as I realized you had a premeditated plan for this entire evening. You opened the clip and fastened it to the ring in my ankle cuff and then moved to my other leg to do the same. “Wider,” you commanded when the clip did not quite reach. I complied. Standing, you took my one hand a lifted it high above my head, fastening my wrist cuff to a hook that you had installed in the ceiling, and then repeating that to my other wrist. Tugging gently, you nodded, satisfied that I was secured and then stepped out of the closet. “Keep quiet, slave” came your final comment as you started to close the closet doors. “I do not want to have to gag you,” you threatened, “and I expect your mouth to be very busy tonight.” You winked at me and shut the closet door tightly, leaving me bound inside and in the darkness. I struggled to breathe normally as my mind raced with endless possibilities of what this evening would bring.

A few moments later, I heard a vehicle pull into the driveway and amidst slamming doors, I heard several muffled voices and laughter as people approached the door. The doorbell rang and I heard your cheerful greeting as you swung the door open to greet your guests.

I strained to listen carefully, trying to recognize any voices that might give me a clue who I would apparently be entertaining this evening and I thought I may have recognized a couple of them but there was so many conversations and so much laughter going on at once that I couldn’t be sure. And then, suddenly, I heard your voice ring out above the rest. “Welcome to what I am sure will be a most memorable evening!” you began and the chatter quieted down. You continued, “As I have alluded to all of you, I have a special project with which I need your help this evening….” Your voice trailed off as I made out snickers and outright chuckles. When the laughter faded once more, you carried on, “it seems my wife has been misbehaving as of late and I have had to arrange a weekend of punishment to remind her of her place in my home. I am looking forward to your assistance with this project. This evening she will serve us in just about any way you desire but she is not permitted to cum. You may do whatever you wish to her as long as she does not reach orgasm. I will offer her to each of you in return throughout the night and in the meantime, she will serve us food and drinks.”

I swallowed nervously as I listened to your speech through the closet doors and the murmurs of agreement and approval from the guests still gathered in the front entry. I heard two sharp claps before your voice boomed out once more, “This evening she is not my wife, she is my slave….and yours. And now, without further ado, I present to you, my orchid.” And with that, I heard the closet doors opening and I felt a blush creep up my neck to color my face as I hung there, on display for your guests. You reached your hand into the closet and gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look up and see the guests for the first time. I glanced slowly from one face to the next reciting their names in my mind, Paul your buddy from ball, Mark and Janelle from your firm, Ellen the executive chef from one of your favorite restaurants and I realized with complete mortification, Jim my boss! I had no idea that most of these people had any idea about our relationship. Paul, sure, he had witnessed your complete domination over me on many occasions. I was bewildered to think that these people had known this about me all along, especially my boss. I fidgeted uncomfortably.

“Isn’t she exquisite,” commented Ellen. “May I?” she asked as she looked at you for approval. Upon your nod, she stepped forward and ran her hands slowly up my thighs as she leaned in and breathed quietly in my ear, “you’re gorgeous, darling” and then I felt a quick flick of her tongue along my neck before she stepped back out of the closet again.

“Paul, can you lead everyone into the games room please?” you asked as you reached into the closet and unfastened one of my ankles from its restraint.

“Sure thing Buddy,” Paul answered and led the guests away as you methodically freed me from the closet.

“Be a good girl tonight,” you warned quietly as you led me out of the closet and towards the games room. “Remember what I explained to you and do not forget that I will not let anything bad happen to you, pet.” You stopped just outside of the entry to the games room and lifted my chin so that I was looking into your eyes. “Remember that OK?” you asked and I nodded quickly. “Good girl,” you said and gently smacked my ass as you pushed me through the door into the room.

[orchid]

I slowly walked into the room and stood off to one side as you entered, smiling widely at your guests. Everyone had already found a seat and seemed to have made themselves at home. “Serve them,” you ordered as you glanced my way and then went over to talk to Paul. I slowly made my way around the room, asking what everyone would like to drink. As I made my way around, I was treated to a pinch here and a little slap there and my face flushed full on red with embarrassment as I turned to walk away from Jim, my boss, and he reached down and deftly cupped my pussy with his hand, slipping one of his fingers into me.

I scurried to the bar to mix the drinks that had been requested and then delivered them, one at a time, keeping my eyes averted from everyone. When I finished that, I went into the kitchen to warm up the food. I was somewhat surprised when I re-entered the room about 45 minutes later, to see that Mark and Janelle had obviously gotten the party started in the time I had been gone. Janelle had her shirt off and was leaned up against the side of the pool table with her head tossed back in passion as Mark nuzzled her full breasts in full view of the rest of the room.

“Ahhh, there she is,” you announced when you spotted me with the tray of food. “Put that down on the table and come over here.” I did as you asked, stopping to stand by your side. You called Paul and Jim over to where we were standing and as they approached, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a quarter. “Call it in the air Jim,” you encouraged as you tossed the coin into the air, caught it and slapped it onto your arm, hiding it under your hand and waiting. “Heads,” called Jim and you lifted your hand. “Sorry Jim, its tails this time,” you informed him and then turned to Paul and flashed him a wicked smile.

You took me by the arm and directed me to face him as you asked, “And what would you like for calling that right my friend?” Paul smiled back and answered immediately by reaching down and unzipping his jeans. “How about a little head since it was so good to me in the coin toss,” he suggested laughing. You nodded and pressed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling in front of your friend. “Enjoy her,” you said to Paul and you patted me on the shoulders as you turned back and invited Jim to join you for a drink at the bar.

Taking your comments as your approval, I knew what I had to do. I knew that I would be punished more severely if I did not do what Paul had requested of me. Blushing furiously, I leaned slowly into Paul and took his cock into my hands, pulling it softly as it hardened to my touch. “No hands,” he stated clearly and loud enough to draw Ellen’s attention away from the show that Mark and Janelle were putting on. She came over and knelt down behind me, taking my arms and holding them behind my back. I slowly opened my mouth and flickered my tongue out, lapping at Paul’s head, slowly licking all around it. Paul’s hands tangled into my hair and pulled me forward so that he thrust his entire length deep into my throat and he moaned in appreciation. Ellen continued to hold my wrists together and she leaned into me and began to kiss my neck and nibble at me ears in between whispering comments and questions to both Paul and to me.

“Oh Paul, look how deep she takes you. Does it feel good, darling?” she purred as he continued to moan and hold my mouth deep on his rigid cock. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he moved my head back and forth along his length. Suddenly I heard your voice beside me, “Look up at him orchid,” you ordered, “watch what you are doing to him.” Obediently, I opened my eyes and looked up at Paul as I continued to suck his cock. He let go of my hair, his hands falling limply at his sides as he smiled down at me through half closed eyes and commented crudely on how he was enjoying this. By now, Ellen had let go of me and was kneeling beside me, closely watching me. Mark and Janelle had momentarily stopped their own show to watch as well and Jim stood right beside me, beaming down at me and licking his lips. As I opened my mouth to again flick and lick at the tip of Paul’s head, I felt Mark’s hands go around my waist and lift until I was there on my hands and knees. Janelle and Ellen gleefully began spanking my ass, hard, making me cry out even as I took Paul into my mouth again. Their slaps thrust me forward onto his cock, pushing it deep into the back of my throat before it came back and almost out of mouth repeatedly. Tears welled up in my eyes, partially from the pain of the well administered spanking and partly from trying not to choke as Paul’s cock hammered into my throat. “Stop!” he shouted out suddenly and shocked, everyone in the room stood still, myself included. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered feeling thankful that the spanking had stopped. Before I was able to finish that thought, Paul took another handful of my hair and yanked my head back as he stepped forward. “Are you ready?” he asked and I opened my mouth as I looked up at him and tried to nod. With his free hand, he jerked himself to his finish and shot his load into my mouth and across my face, amidst hoots and cheers from the other guests.

I swallowed as he stepped away from me and slapped you on the back, “Thanks buddy,” he commented happily as he zipped himself back up, “she is good at that.” Everyone laughed and I flushed again, with renewed embarrassment. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed too long as almost immediately Janelle kneeled down infront of me and licked the rest of Paul’s cum off my face and then leaned into me, opening my mouth in a deep kiss. Mark didn’t need any more encouragement than that and quickly rid himself of his pants as he settled himself behind his wife and started fucking her doggy style as her tongue continued to invade my mouth. “Play with my wife,” Mark ordered me and I opened my eyes, seeking you out. You were sitting comfortably on the couch, your hand gently playing with one of Ellen’s breasts as her dress hung around her waist. Jim played with her other one as the three of you watched the show going on before you. You nodded at me and confirmed Mark’s command with your own, “Do it.”

I broke the kiss with Janelle and reached under her to cup her swaying breasts in my hands, feeling their weight as they rocked back and forth in time with Marks thrusts. Despite my initial embarrassment, I was highly turned on by everything that was happening. Sure, you had shared me before, once with one of your other buddies and once with an old college girlfriend who had come to town to visit. And yes, you had commanded me to perform oral sex on you infront of Paul and his ex-girlfriend on numerous occasions but never had there been so much of an orgy going on at once and I found myself liking it very much. Taking matters onto myself, I laid down on my back and wiggled under her, lifting myself on my elbows to take one of her breasts into my mouth and then the other. I worked her nipples with my tongue until they were hard as rocks and standing straight out. She was crying out loudly with each thrust of Mark’s cock and as he pounded into her, she used one hand to hold her balance and the other to repeatedly slap my breasts, alternating between them.

Suddenly Mark pulled out of her and shot his load up over her ass cheeks and back before he collapsed, momentarily exhausted on the floor. Janelle, not having reached orgasm yet, crawled forward until her pussy was above my mouth. “Eat me,” she cried out with passion, “eat me until I cum.” She lowered herself onto my mouth and began bucking against me as I moved my tongue in and out of her.

Such was the state of my arousal, and with my limited vantage point, I did not see you position yourself in front of her mouth and begin getting some head of your own. Jim took one of my hand from the floor and brought it to his throbbing hard cock and I began to give him a hand job as I continued eating Janelle’s pussy. Ellen had crawled across the floor to Mark and was working on bringing his prick back to life, as she kneeled over him with her ass in the air which allowed Jim to finger her pussy. I felt Janelle convulsing on my face as she ground herself into me while her body shook violently. As she exploded in orgasm, her juices flooded out of her, coating my chin and face.

[orchid]

She climbed off of me carefully as you gently pushed her away from your cock. You walked on your knees until you were above my waist, and smiling down at me, you began to slowly stroke yourself so I could watch. “Are you enjoying yourself, slut?” you asked and I nodded, keeping my eyes on you as I continued to pull aggressively on Jim’s cock. “just not too much,” you teased in an almost sing-song voice and then reached out and took my other hand directing it to your cock. As I jerked off both you and Jim, Ellen had apparently grown weary of Jim fingering her cunt and she climbed over to me. With one knee on each side of my head, she leaned in to kiss you as she lowered herself over my mouth to be eaten.

Having both been satisfied already, Mark and Janelle moved to the couch and had some snacks while they watched. Ellen had brought Mark’s cock back to its previously hardened state and he idly played with himself to keep it that way.

Within moments Ellen was crying out with pleasure as she convulsed in a screaming orgasm. As she rolled off of my face, satisfied, you and Jim both exploded your own loads all over my chest and face. I was covered in cum and pussy juice and I was so turned on! As I reached out to grab your waist and draw you to me, you roughly grabbed my hands and yanked me into a sitting position as you backed away from me. “Oh no you don’t, slut,” you commented. “This little party is for you to pleasure everyone else, not the other way around,” you continued as you stood up, and pulled on my arms, urging me into a standing position as well. “Come” you commanded as you took both my wrists in one of your large hands and pulled me towards the doorway. With your free hand, you grabbed your beer. “Paul, bring everyone downstairs in five minutes,” you called over your shoulder as you yanked me from the room.

As soon as we were out of earshot of the room, you stopped me and pressed me up against the wall, kissing me so savagely that I whimpered as my knees began to buckle. Breaking the kiss, you looked deep into my eyes and let me know you were pleased, “You have made me proud so far, slave,” you whispered and I moaned, thrusting my hips forward, urging you to touch me. “But the night has only just begun. You look so wanton right now, slut. Do you want to play some more?”

I nodded immediately and answered, “Oh yes, Master, please. I want to play some more and make you proud.” Getting carried away with the emotion, I continued, “I want to cum for you Master….I want to cum”

Nodding, you stepped away from the wall, pulling me after you. “Soon, slave,” you promised. “Soon you will be suitably punished for your discretions and I will see to it that you get the release you crave.” Overcome with relief, I cried out, “Oh thank you Master, thank you.”

You pulled me down the stairs and I froze in confusion as you opened the door of the playroom. “Come along,” you commanded as you yanked hard on my arm, “You’re not done yet.” You led me through the room to the far end and to the adjustable St. Andrews Cross. You turned me around and backed me into it, fastening first one arm and then the other, before bending to fasten one ankle and then the other into it. As you stepped back, you took a long swig of your beer and stood before me, naked, admiring my cum-covered body. “You look good covered in cum like that, slave,” you said, looking deep into my eyes. “You look suitably used….for now….” Your voice trailed off into quiet laughter as the door to the playroom opened and Paul led the rest of the crew in. Paul knew this room well as he had helped you construct many of the implements that it contained.

“Welcome to the Dungeon, eh pal?” Paul commented, laughing as the others spread out and commented on the room. Janelle approached me immediately and leaned in to give me a deep kiss. As she stepped away, Ellen took her turn, slapping each of my breasts in turn as she stepped away.

You picked up the small riding crop and approached me with a smile. “Look at her,” you encouraged your guests. “Look at my slut. See how turned on she is?” you asked as you held the crop out, pointing towards my engorged clit and leaking pussy. With a quick flick of your wrist, the riding crop landed squarely on my clit, stinging it with pain and pleasure, and I cried out. The guests smiled and laughed and made crude comments. Again you brought the crop towards me, this time, straight up between my legs to land with a resounding smack, on my open pussy lips. I moaned and turned my head into my arm. You alternated slapping the crop against my pussy lips, my clit and my breasts for a few more minutes, talking dirty to me as you did. I was so caught up in what you were doing, it was almost as if no one else was in the room. I whimpered with longing and strained against my restraints, hoping it would draw you to me.

[orchid]

As my excitement and discomfort grew, the guests again became aroused and it wasn’t long before another group sex session had broken out in front of me. With a wicked gleam in your eye you commanded me to watch closely and then left me to join in. What ensued was hours of mutual pleasure between everyone in the room except for me. I was left, restrained on the cross, in a kind of erotic misery as I longed to take part in the sexual escapades and be allowed to cum as many times as I had witnessed Janelle and Ellen do this evening. It was pure torture to be left, restrained and not able to participate. Sure, every now and then someone would come over and kiss me, or caress me or fondle my breasts. I was dripping with desire, and breathing hard, as I struggled in protest against my restraints. I whimpered and moaned with desire as sexual act after sexual act took place right in front of me and I could feel my clit throbbing. Finally, I could take it no longer. “Master,” I called out, “Master please…..please untie me so that I can pleasure your guests. Please, Master,” I begged.

You lifted your head from between Ellen’s legs and hissed at me to be quiet. I groaned in frustration and struggled some more, yanking on the restraints that held me hostage. What seemed like hours later, you extracted yourself from the tangled pile of bodies on the floor and turned down the lights in the room. You approached me and kissed me firmly. Again I whimpered as my juices continued to stir and I watched you carefully, praying for release from both the cross and my sexual frustration. But it was still not to come. “Rest well, little one,” you whispered as you walked away from me and settled yourself back in the bodies on the floor to sleep for the night.

I spent a miserable and sleepless night in the cross, every so often, being treated to the soft moans or loud groans of one couple or another that had woken to take their pleasure again. By morning, I was more miserable than I could ever remember being in my life. As you and the guests awoke, I was permitted release from the cross for a quick bathroom break. Much to my consternation, you sent Janelle with me to ensure that I would not do anything naughty, as you put it. She was to bring me back to the playroom immediately and when she did, I was again restrained to the St Andrews Cross.

Coming up behind it, you loosened the adjustable screws that allowed it to bend in the middle and you bent me over at a right angle before tightening them again. Inviting everyone to watch, you grabbed the cat o’nine tails and slowly started raining blows down on my ass once again. On occasion you would reverse the motion and bring it up between my legs to slap at my pussy, ripening it once more. I cried openly as the thrashing continued until my ass cheeks burned bright red and my pussy was slick with juice.

“Jim,” you said as you stepped away from me and put the flogger down, “as my wife’s last duty as your executive assistant, I present her ass to you.” My head snapped up to try to look at you, as I wondered what did you mean my last duty to him? “Mark,” you continued, “her mouth is yours this morning. Use her well boys,” you commented as you walked across the room and opened your arms to welcome Janelle in as Paul and Ellen got busy entertaining each other.

Mark wasted no time approaching me and positioning himself between the upper arms of the cross. Reaching below my chin, he lifted my head and jabbed his cock at my mouth until I opened it to take him in. Behind me, my boss approached me and reached out to slowly turn the base of the butt plug that had been stretching me since yesterday. I moaned and wiggled my ass, urging him to remove it. Mark thrust his thick cock in and out of my mouth as Jim, finally, slowly pulled the butt plug out. I groaned in appreciation at the immediate relief I felt and then recoiled as I felt Jim’s tongue, the tongue of my boss, I just couldn’t get that thought out of my head, running along the crack of my ass and ringing my stretched out rosebud.

When he was satisfied that I was sufficiently lubed up, he stood up and walked up between my legs. “Oh Yaaaaaaa,” he groaned out as he sunk his cock deep into my ass. It took a minute for Mark and Jim to get their rhythm down but in no time, they were alternately thrusting at my face and my ass, filling two of my holes. I couldn’t see anything but judging by the increased moans and groans from the other side of the room Janelle and Ellen were enjoying their ravishing as well. “Oh God,” Mark grunted as he pulled himself out of my mouth and shot his cum all over my face. “Fuck her good, Jim,” he commented as he stepped back from the cross and smiled at me. “Fuck her good and hard.”

Jim didn’t need any further encouragement as he pounded into my asshole a few more times. I cried out at the exquisite pain he was causing and lifted my eyes to where you were sitting on the couch, gently caressing Janelle. Everyone was watching as my boss plundered my asshole. With a mighty cry, he squirted his load deep within my anal cavity. My body sagged as much as it could in the restraints, defeated and exhausted from being so thoroughly used. I whimpered quietly and wished with all my might that the weekend would come to an end and this madness would stop. Every part of my body ached, least of which was my ever-ripened clit, still begging for release.

You left me there, still held to the bent cross as you took the guests upstairs for breakfast and my body shook as I sobbed in misery. I felt completely broken and used. I was still sniffling when you returned to the room to get me. “Shhhhh, darling. Quiet,” you whispered soothingly as you righted the cross and began to loosen me. “Hush my girl,” you murmured. I sniffled loudly and tried to bring myself under control.

“Oh please, Master,” I began again, “please, I can’t take any more. Please let this stop now,” I begged with my tears renewing.

“Come,” was all you said as you led me by the hand and started back upstairs. “You have been a very good girl all weekend, slave. And I think you have learned your lesson. I will permit you to cum this morning.” I cried out with relief and smiled a real smile for what seemed like the first time in days. “Oh Master,” I gushed, “oh yes…”

[orchid]

My smile faded as you led me not to the bedroom but back into the games room and I saw there, seated on the couch and chairs on one side of the room, all five of your guests. “Oh no Sir,” I tried to pull back, “please no more…” Your hand landing smartly on my ass, stopped me in my tracks. You leaned in and hissed in my ear, “Don’t embarrass me, slut. I told you I would permit you to cum and I shall but it will be done my way.” Out loud you said, “Be a good girl now and climb up on the pool table, slave.”

I looked at you miserably, not understanding and did as you asked. I knelt in the middle of the pool table, looking down. “Kneel up,” you commanded as you walked towards me, carrying the butterfly in one hand and the stiff collar that forces me to hold my head high in the other. “Come to the edge,” you ordered “And lean over.” As I leaned over, you fastened the collar to my neck and then pushed me back upright before removing my clit jewels and fastening the butterfly securely between my legs. “Wrists,” you bit out, as you grabbed my hands and from your back pocket took a rope with which you fastened them together.

You threw the rope up and I lifted my eyes to follow it as I realized you had taken two squares from the false ceiling out. The rope went through them, hooking on the bar in between before falling back to land on the pool table. You walked around behind me and took the rope, pulling until I was forced to raise right up on my knees. You continued pulling the rope until my hands were extended high above my head and then tied it to the leg of the pool table, rendering me motionless. To ensure that I did not close my legs, you also tied one length of rope to each leg and then to the corner legs of the pool table, forcing them further apart before you settled yourself, between your guests on the couch.

The mirrored walls behind the couch reflected my predicament clearly to me and I looked on in misery. With a flick of the remote, the butterfly sprang to life with a low vibration that drew a moan of deep appreciation from me immediately. Playing, you asked me, “Does it feel good, slave?” And then louder, when I didn’t answer, “DOES IT?”

“Yes, Master,” I cried out. “Ohhhh yes.”

“Tell me how you want it, slut” you continued as you toyed with the control, increasing and decreasing the speed at all the right times to keep me on the edge.

“Oh Master,” I moaned, whimpering. “Master please, turn it up Master, please.” You chuckled softly and turned it up a notch as I groaned loudly. “Master…..Master,” I gasped as my pleasure grew. Knowing that I was fast approaching my climax, you turned the remote up to full and leaned forward, watching me intently.

“Ask for it,” you demanded as my moans grew louder and more impatient.

“Ohhhhh God Master,” I groaned, “Oh please Sir, please may I cum?” I whimpered and bit my lip, trying to hold back for permission even as my stomach started to convulse and my legs started to quiver.

“Yes,” you called out, “Yes slave, cum for me now!”

With your final command, I let go and allowed the feeling to wash over me. I cried out with pure passion as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my body. My stomach muscles trembled violently as my juices dripped around the butterfly and out of me onto the pool table. My entire body shook as my release continued with after shocks almost as powerful as the orgasm itself. My throat was hoarse as I continued to cry out with each explosive swell. As you turned the butterfly off and the shock waves faded away, I became aware of the sound of clapping. As I opened my eyes, I could see your guests standing and approaching the hallway as they applauded the show I had just given them.

“Thanks for a great night,” Ellen purred as she exited the room. “I hope you’ll have us back soon.” The others nodded in agreement.

“Count on it,” you said as you led them from the room.

Weeping with relief, I closed my eyes and awaited your return. My weekend of punishment was over. I sighed gratefully. And even as I felt the embrace of sleep overtaking me, I wondered to myself what else you had in store for me. I knew it must be something, especially since you had told my boss that this would be last act as his employee. Oh well, I thought to myself as I drifted off, that would be another story for another time.

The End.

[PowerGames]

Good job.. Hot story orchid...Thanks for sharing
PG

[Aesop]

Ditto PG. Good luck orchid.