Dinner Invitation - for Chrissie
The dinner invitation included instructions to dress all in black. You knew exactly what to wear, with your special 'little black dress', black bra, and panties - not to mention the black heels.
The dinner was held at a lovely private home, and the dinner was catered by a chef and his two assistants. The meal consisted of a very tasty fresh salad, an extremely delicious soup, (but too small of a cup!) and a main dish of a chicken in wine sauce, and roasted fresh vegetables. Dessert was a rich cheesecake, with a dollop of whipped creamcheese frosting. A white wine provided the perfect accompaniment.
"Natalie." A single name was called after the dishes were removed. A young girl stepped forward, who couldn't be more than 20. She wasn't a traditional beauty - a bit on the skinny side, flat chested, with glasses. She had nice long, dark hair. She looked a bit frightened.
"Natalie has confessed to 'tease and denial' of several boys at the college." The speaker began. "A magazine was also discovered in her room which focused on perverted behavior. It has been ruled that Natalie must suffer a bare bottom spanking in front of our group."
The room was silent, as a chair was brought forward. Natalie would kneel on the chair, for all to see. Her dress was lifted, revealing a silver item between her butt cheeks - a plug. It was later explained that Natalie would be subjected to anal sex after her spanking that evening. While Natalie's skinny rear faced the small group, her face was quite visible in a mirror placed at a strategic angle.
The spanking was thorough. The spanker began barehanded, and later moved on to a small, wooden paddle. Natalie's cheeks took on a pinkish color, which darkened as her punishment progressed. Her vaginal lips were quite evident - a light covering of dark hair, with just a touch of wetness at the cleft. While Natalie's gasps and sharp cries indicated pain, her nether region displayed she was also getting some excitement from the attention.
The crowd was silent, with only the smacks of the hand and paddle to be heard. A couple of the men watching were rubbing the outside of their pants, obviously enjoying the show. One woman had fished out her partner's stiff cock, and was rubbing it gently. An older woman was trying to discretely slide her hand down into her panties.
Natalie's spanking ended when the spanker slowed and rubbed her bottom cheeks, then stuck a finger inside her pussy. Natalie gasped, and the spanker withdrew the finger - which now glistened with her wetness. The silver plug still violated her bottom.
"Thank you, Sir." Natalie whispered.
"And how is that thanks properly shown?" The man asked, setting down the paddle.
Natalie wordlessly undid the man's belt, undid a button, and slid down a zipper. She tugged down the top of his shorts, and drew out his hard cock. Her panties were still lowered, her dress tucked into a decorative belt, exposing her rear. She lowered her head onto the cock, glasses still on, and bobbed up and down respectfully.
He let Natalie continue for only a minute or two, before grabbing her hair forcefully, and barking that she would be allowed more of that pleasure later on. The small group gave polite applause as Natalie returned to her chair at the table, and sat her naked, sore bottom on the chair.
"Christine." You shook to hear your name. It was starting to make sense. You stood, and went to the front of the room.
"Christine has been a more serious violator. She enjoys teasing men, by flaunting her assets and then denying pleasure. She is also a chronic masturbator, and plays with herself constantly. She spends much of her time watching porn. She is also know to 'chat' with others online in a sexual nature."
It's all true. You can't deny it. A few in the group stifle giggles as they see the look of reality lower over your face.
"Christine's punishment must extend beyond the leather strap, and must include restraint and degradation." The speaker continued. "She has even paid 50 Euros to be disciplined, if that is any indicator of her guilt." Further chuckles from the group. A bag is brought out.
"Remove your dress, slut." You balk at first, perhaps shocked by the language. "Strip, or you will be stripped." You reach down to the hem of your dress, and lift it over your head. You are now standing in your bra and panties.
"You have enjoyed using your breasts to tease others. You will now wear a bondage bra to enhance the appearance." You feel your black bra unhooked. Your chest is now exposed to the group. One of the men who had been rubbing himself has now pulled out his cock, and is openly stroking it. Your breath deepens.
"Arms up." You obey, and feel a rope slide underneath your right boob. It circles up and over. You gasp as your nipple is pulled forward. The rope tightens - then tightens more. Your tit is now sticking out garishly - while the pain is mild, the appearance is degrading. It is also exciting, and you feel yourself clench.
Your left tit is not spared. The same rope, secured around the boob, nipple tugged - the rope is wrapped around the rear of the breasts, causing them to stick out further. The bonds are secured in back, and a final loop goes around the back of your neck. You are now wearing a tight, rope bra. It looks amazing. A woman is now using her mouth on her husband's cock as he watches.
"This whore wants to remain anonymous, so we will cover its face." The man says. A hood is brought out. Made of thin suede, the hood looks elegant, but perverted. It slides over your head, as you see holes for your eyes slide into view. A metal ring in the hood provides an opening for your mouth. Laces are secured in back, and cinched tightly. A leather belt is hooked in front, which is then secured with a small padlock. The hood is low locked on your head. Reality hits in waves of fear, and excitement. You can actually feel your pussy beginning to cream a little.
"Inhale deeply." Is the next order, and you obey - only to feel a leather corset going around your back and belly. "Deeper." You inhale again, and the corset is given a hard tug that almost restricts your breathing. Your waist is now thin, and the result on your tied tits is dramatic, as they stick out even further. Velcro cuffs are placed on each wrist, and clipped to metal 'D' rings on the sides of the corset. Your hands are no longer of use.
You make eye contact with a woman seated at the table. She has a thin smile. She's enjoying the snow. You think of what she is seeing - a hooded woman, tits tied garishly, wrists cuffed to a tight corset around the belly. You feel sexy as hell, yet humiliated at the same time. The feeling is exquisite.
"Time to display the whore's dirty cunt." The man says, and you are taken back a bit. He doesn't even pull the underwear down, but instead, pulls a knife from the bag and slices a blade under the silk. One more slice, and the panties drop helplessly to the floor.
The man picks them up, and displays the panties to the group. "This naughty slut is getting wet from her display. See the cream?" The group laughs, but there's the proof. Your pussy is betraying your innocence. The panties are then stuffed into the mouth hole of your hood. It tastes like a whore's excited cunt.
"Turn and bend, slag." The man orders. You aren't in a position to argue. You dumbly turn, and bend - your bared ass facing those you have just shared dinner with. You feel your ass cheeks spread. "Look at the whore's asshole!" The man states. The crowd laughs. You hear a woman taunt: "Look! Her cunt is creaming up! She can't get enough of this!" More laughter.
You are turned again to face the group. "You'll notice that this slutty bitch keeps her twat hairless." Says the man. More giggles. "Spread knees, slut." You obey, only to feel a barehanded slap on your pussy. It sounds like a wet target, and there's more than a hint of pleasure along with the pain.
The man takes a dildo out of the bag. Black, about 9 inches long, just like the one at home. However, this one is just a bit larger around, and has an 'O' ring at the bottom. It is shoved up your puss roughly. A rope is tied up and over your hip bones, twisted, then brought between your legs. The ends go through the 'O' ring. The dildo is now tied inside of you. The sight of the dildo in between your hairless cunt lips is almost too much for one of the women watching, who lets out a deep moan - she's actually having an orgasm from watching your discipline.
"Are you enjoying your punishment, slut?" The man asks. You try to respond, but the dirty panties in your mouth prevent any understandable response. "Does the dildo feel nice up your piggy pussy?" Again, you can only grunt a response. You feel the dildo being given a few pushes. It's already in about as deep as it will go.
"I'm afraid it's time for your whipping." The man states. "We'll restrain your for your own safety." A woman comes up, and you feel your ankles spread and secured to the legs of a chair, the same chair used for Natalie's suffering. You are then bent, and a small chain is lifted up and fastened to your rope bra. This tugs your tits down even further. Your hands, clipped to the tight corset, are useless.
You can still see the bag, and the man reaching into it. Out comes a leather dogging bat, just like the one you looked up online. A tool for use on horses. This time, it will be used on you.
"Doesn't she look like a horny pig?" The man asks. The dildo is violating your cunt. The crowd laughs again. You feel the first shot of the leather strap on your bared ass. It hurts, but hurts in a good way. Over. And over. You feel your ass redden. You sob a bit, and feel some tears rolling into the leather hood. The dirty panties fall out of your mouth. Deep breath.
The man is heaping on the verbal abuse now, using the most foul terms. "Cunt". "Titty teasing whore". "Fuckpig". And even worse. Your tears are now wetting the inside of the mask, loosening the smell of fear from other women who have worn the same mask before. The scent is sexy and scary at the same time. It is like a potent, perverse perfume. You can barely feel the shots as they rain down harder on your exposed bottom.
You hear a man in the group make a deep moan, and a primal grunt. He has just shot a wad of sperm into a dinner napkin. You feel somewhat proud for providing the encouragement.
Your bonds are loosened, and you are freed from your bent position. Your ankles are freed. You stand again. The group offers polite applause. Then, you feel the leather bat slap into the top of your breast.
"Time to torture the fat sow's teats." The man says, sparking some more laughter and applause. At first, the strokes are kept to the top of your tied tits, and your chest. It actually feels kind of nice - until the leather begins to fall on your nipples.
The leather has a curious feel. Your tits are sweating a bit, and the moisture almost causes the leather to stick and sc**** a bit. Only for a fraction of a second, mind you, but enough to spark some agony on a stiff nipple. The strokes to the underside of the tit are also more than you had bargained for. You are also bucking helplessly on the dildo forced deep in your cunt, hoping for relief, but unable to achieve it.
The padlock is removed from your hood, and the laces are loosened in back. The hood is lifted up and over. Your hair is a mess. Your eye makeup, so carefully applied, is now smeared with tears and sweat.
Your wrists are freed. The corset is undone, and you feel able to breathe again. The rope bra remains on, as well as the rope panties. You will wear your rope underwear home underneath your little black dress.
You wonder if you should ask to suck the whipper...
The dinner was held at a lovely private home, and the dinner was catered by a chef and his two assistants. The meal consisted of a very tasty fresh salad, an extremely delicious soup, (but too small of a cup!) and a main dish of a chicken in wine sauce, and roasted fresh vegetables. Dessert was a rich cheesecake, with a dollop of whipped creamcheese frosting. A white wine provided the perfect accompaniment.
"Natalie." A single name was called after the dishes were removed. A young girl stepped forward, who couldn't be more than 20. She wasn't a traditional beauty - a bit on the skinny side, flat chested, with glasses. She had nice long, dark hair. She looked a bit frightened.
"Natalie has confessed to 'tease and denial' of several boys at the college." The speaker began. "A magazine was also discovered in her room which focused on perverted behavior. It has been ruled that Natalie must suffer a bare bottom spanking in front of our group."
The room was silent, as a chair was brought forward. Natalie would kneel on the chair, for all to see. Her dress was lifted, revealing a silver item between her butt cheeks - a plug. It was later explained that Natalie would be subjected to anal sex after her spanking that evening. While Natalie's skinny rear faced the small group, her face was quite visible in a mirror placed at a strategic angle.
The spanking was thorough. The spanker began barehanded, and later moved on to a small, wooden paddle. Natalie's cheeks took on a pinkish color, which darkened as her punishment progressed. Her vaginal lips were quite evident - a light covering of dark hair, with just a touch of wetness at the cleft. While Natalie's gasps and sharp cries indicated pain, her nether region displayed she was also getting some excitement from the attention.
The crowd was silent, with only the smacks of the hand and paddle to be heard. A couple of the men watching were rubbing the outside of their pants, obviously enjoying the show. One woman had fished out her partner's stiff cock, and was rubbing it gently. An older woman was trying to discretely slide her hand down into her panties.
Natalie's spanking ended when the spanker slowed and rubbed her bottom cheeks, then stuck a finger inside her pussy. Natalie gasped, and the spanker withdrew the finger - which now glistened with her wetness. The silver plug still violated her bottom.
"Thank you, Sir." Natalie whispered.
"And how is that thanks properly shown?" The man asked, setting down the paddle.
Natalie wordlessly undid the man's belt, undid a button, and slid down a zipper. She tugged down the top of his shorts, and drew out his hard cock. Her panties were still lowered, her dress tucked into a decorative belt, exposing her rear. She lowered her head onto the cock, glasses still on, and bobbed up and down respectfully.
He let Natalie continue for only a minute or two, before grabbing her hair forcefully, and barking that she would be allowed more of that pleasure later on. The small group gave polite applause as Natalie returned to her chair at the table, and sat her naked, sore bottom on the chair.
"Christine." You shook to hear your name. It was starting to make sense. You stood, and went to the front of the room.
"Christine has been a more serious violator. She enjoys teasing men, by flaunting her assets and then denying pleasure. She is also a chronic masturbator, and plays with herself constantly. She spends much of her time watching porn. She is also know to 'chat' with others online in a sexual nature."
It's all true. You can't deny it. A few in the group stifle giggles as they see the look of reality lower over your face.
"Christine's punishment must extend beyond the leather strap, and must include restraint and degradation." The speaker continued. "She has even paid 50 Euros to be disciplined, if that is any indicator of her guilt." Further chuckles from the group. A bag is brought out.
"Remove your dress, slut." You balk at first, perhaps shocked by the language. "Strip, or you will be stripped." You reach down to the hem of your dress, and lift it over your head. You are now standing in your bra and panties.
"You have enjoyed using your breasts to tease others. You will now wear a bondage bra to enhance the appearance." You feel your black bra unhooked. Your chest is now exposed to the group. One of the men who had been rubbing himself has now pulled out his cock, and is openly stroking it. Your breath deepens.
"Arms up." You obey, and feel a rope slide underneath your right boob. It circles up and over. You gasp as your nipple is pulled forward. The rope tightens - then tightens more. Your tit is now sticking out garishly - while the pain is mild, the appearance is degrading. It is also exciting, and you feel yourself clench.
Your left tit is not spared. The same rope, secured around the boob, nipple tugged - the rope is wrapped around the rear of the breasts, causing them to stick out further. The bonds are secured in back, and a final loop goes around the back of your neck. You are now wearing a tight, rope bra. It looks amazing. A woman is now using her mouth on her husband's cock as he watches.
"This whore wants to remain anonymous, so we will cover its face." The man says. A hood is brought out. Made of thin suede, the hood looks elegant, but perverted. It slides over your head, as you see holes for your eyes slide into view. A metal ring in the hood provides an opening for your mouth. Laces are secured in back, and cinched tightly. A leather belt is hooked in front, which is then secured with a small padlock. The hood is low locked on your head. Reality hits in waves of fear, and excitement. You can actually feel your pussy beginning to cream a little.
"Inhale deeply." Is the next order, and you obey - only to feel a leather corset going around your back and belly. "Deeper." You inhale again, and the corset is given a hard tug that almost restricts your breathing. Your waist is now thin, and the result on your tied tits is dramatic, as they stick out even further. Velcro cuffs are placed on each wrist, and clipped to metal 'D' rings on the sides of the corset. Your hands are no longer of use.
You make eye contact with a woman seated at the table. She has a thin smile. She's enjoying the snow. You think of what she is seeing - a hooded woman, tits tied garishly, wrists cuffed to a tight corset around the belly. You feel sexy as hell, yet humiliated at the same time. The feeling is exquisite.
"Time to display the whore's dirty cunt." The man says, and you are taken back a bit. He doesn't even pull the underwear down, but instead, pulls a knife from the bag and slices a blade under the silk. One more slice, and the panties drop helplessly to the floor.
The man picks them up, and displays the panties to the group. "This naughty slut is getting wet from her display. See the cream?" The group laughs, but there's the proof. Your pussy is betraying your innocence. The panties are then stuffed into the mouth hole of your hood. It tastes like a whore's excited cunt.
"Turn and bend, slag." The man orders. You aren't in a position to argue. You dumbly turn, and bend - your bared ass facing those you have just shared dinner with. You feel your ass cheeks spread. "Look at the whore's asshole!" The man states. The crowd laughs. You hear a woman taunt: "Look! Her cunt is creaming up! She can't get enough of this!" More laughter.
You are turned again to face the group. "You'll notice that this slutty bitch keeps her twat hairless." Says the man. More giggles. "Spread knees, slut." You obey, only to feel a barehanded slap on your pussy. It sounds like a wet target, and there's more than a hint of pleasure along with the pain.
The man takes a dildo out of the bag. Black, about 9 inches long, just like the one at home. However, this one is just a bit larger around, and has an 'O' ring at the bottom. It is shoved up your puss roughly. A rope is tied up and over your hip bones, twisted, then brought between your legs. The ends go through the 'O' ring. The dildo is now tied inside of you. The sight of the dildo in between your hairless cunt lips is almost too much for one of the women watching, who lets out a deep moan - she's actually having an orgasm from watching your discipline.
"Are you enjoying your punishment, slut?" The man asks. You try to respond, but the dirty panties in your mouth prevent any understandable response. "Does the dildo feel nice up your piggy pussy?" Again, you can only grunt a response. You feel the dildo being given a few pushes. It's already in about as deep as it will go.
"I'm afraid it's time for your whipping." The man states. "We'll restrain your for your own safety." A woman comes up, and you feel your ankles spread and secured to the legs of a chair, the same chair used for Natalie's suffering. You are then bent, and a small chain is lifted up and fastened to your rope bra. This tugs your tits down even further. Your hands, clipped to the tight corset, are useless.
You can still see the bag, and the man reaching into it. Out comes a leather dogging bat, just like the one you looked up online. A tool for use on horses. This time, it will be used on you.
"Doesn't she look like a horny pig?" The man asks. The dildo is violating your cunt. The crowd laughs again. You feel the first shot of the leather strap on your bared ass. It hurts, but hurts in a good way. Over. And over. You feel your ass redden. You sob a bit, and feel some tears rolling into the leather hood. The dirty panties fall out of your mouth. Deep breath.
The man is heaping on the verbal abuse now, using the most foul terms. "Cunt". "Titty teasing whore". "Fuckpig". And even worse. Your tears are now wetting the inside of the mask, loosening the smell of fear from other women who have worn the same mask before. The scent is sexy and scary at the same time. It is like a potent, perverse perfume. You can barely feel the shots as they rain down harder on your exposed bottom.
You hear a man in the group make a deep moan, and a primal grunt. He has just shot a wad of sperm into a dinner napkin. You feel somewhat proud for providing the encouragement.
Your bonds are loosened, and you are freed from your bent position. Your ankles are freed. You stand again. The group offers polite applause. Then, you feel the leather bat slap into the top of your breast.
"Time to torture the fat sow's teats." The man says, sparking some more laughter and applause. At first, the strokes are kept to the top of your tied tits, and your chest. It actually feels kind of nice - until the leather begins to fall on your nipples.
The leather has a curious feel. Your tits are sweating a bit, and the moisture almost causes the leather to stick and sc**** a bit. Only for a fraction of a second, mind you, but enough to spark some agony on a stiff nipple. The strokes to the underside of the tit are also more than you had bargained for. You are also bucking helplessly on the dildo forced deep in your cunt, hoping for relief, but unable to achieve it.
The padlock is removed from your hood, and the laces are loosened in back. The hood is lifted up and over. Your hair is a mess. Your eye makeup, so carefully applied, is now smeared with tears and sweat.
Your wrists are freed. The corset is undone, and you feel able to breathe again. The rope bra remains on, as well as the rope panties. You will wear your rope underwear home underneath your little black dress.
You wonder if you should ask to suck the whipper...
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