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Around every six to eight months, Mistress R would host a cocktail social at her studio office. My first experience with these private events held for her invited, select clientele was the night of the ten fucks I described earlier, when my ass was served up as sexual hors d'oeuvre.
Mistress R would use these parties as a way to reward discretion for her business as well as to shop around her current pleasure squad and especially any new girls or boys in her employ.
I did not always attend as some weekends when they were held I was already engaged with one of my clients. I recall my time spent with Miss F would be scheduled to coincide them. I had once asked Mistress R about inviting Miss F, as I was very curious what her reaction would be to seeing me in my usual element, but her delicate, narrow sexuality was deemed by Mistress R not to be suitable or accepting of the explicit and carnal activity that transpired at these events, so she was never invited.
One these events I did participate was held strictly for Mistress R’s female clientele and close friends in our social scene. I was often surprised how many women Mistress R had as clients, as one usually thinks of prostitution as something only men usually partake and enjoy.
Myself, her chauffeur major-domo M, and some of her other pleasure boys were utilized in various ways to entertain and serve her guests. Since Mrs. Moneybags was invited, Mistress R did not want me used for any intercourse acts with the rest of the women. So instead she made me part of the decorations.
Often there would be a general theme and this particular event went into the realm of blasphemy, as Mistress R called it her temple to the bondage gods and goddesses. Two of her youngest pleasure boys were dressed up in nun’s habits and lingerie; they were the ones offered up for guest usage. Another one of the boys was used a bar slave ferrying drinks between the bar and the guests.
For this evening, she instructed me to dress up in my slutware although keep my chest and groin exposed and my face would be covered up. I wore my latex hood, a corset, latex stockings attached to them, and my six inch heels. To cover up my face, Mistress R attached a white venetian porcelain mask with no eye holes. Even though my face was already covered by much of my gimp hood, the mask gave me an unemotional expressionless blank stare. Over top my hood and mask, Mistress R then affixed a nun’s veil on my head.
Mistress R had this wooden rack frame contraption that she used sometimes for bondage, although until this night I myself had never had been installed in it. It was a large, dark stained, heavy solid wood frame, three meters by three meters square, I think. Each corner had leather bondage cuffs attached to rope – while in the middle there was a pole affixed upwards with a small wood saddle. On the saddle was a small rounded wood knob on which the slave’s ass would sit, hooking into their asshole so they would not slip off the saddle. On the top of the frame was a large metal hook which could be attached to a ceiling hook and hoisted up off the ground.
When I was ready to be tied in, since I now could not see, Mistress R positioned me to sit myself down on the saddle, sitting so the knob went into my asshole. I moved my ass side to side to better slip it in, before I then spread my legs wide as possible, ninety degrees, so she could attach ankle cuff on each of my ankles to the two bottom ropes. Mistress then pulled the two bottom ropes tight, both so my legs were stretched taut and pulled down so I could not slip off the saddle. She then attached my arms to the upper ropes, and pulled those tight as well as well. It now felt like I was floating as the rope pull on my arms lifted some of my body weight off the saddle.
Once I felt tightly suspended between the four rope points, she then tied everything down to secure and lock me inside. Her major-domo M then lowered a chain down from the ceiling, affixed the frame to the hook on the chain, and began to hoist the frame, with me inside it, off the ground. As soon as the frame lost contact with the floor, I could feel the sensation of the frame now freely rotating about. I was hoisted up to a height so my penis would be positioned just over a metre and half off the ground. Mistress R wanted me at a height so that her guests could suck and play with my penis if they wanted but high enough off the ground they could not be able to try fuck me – as Mistress R wanted to keep me off limits in that regards, as my cock was for the sole use of Mrs. Moneybags’ vagina.
Being tied up and stretched like this, my body would become numb or tingly from the lack of movement. To keep my circulation going I made sure to constantly move my fingers and toes about, although my heels also severely constrained my foot movement as well. My head was free to move, and so I would sometimes found myself jerking my head about, forward and back, especially from any pleasure resulting from someone playing with or sucking my penis.
I feel that around three dozen guests interacted with me during the event, for the three hours I was put on display. (I later counted around 50 women there). Tugging me hard, some of them did suck me off as well as some dipped my cock in their drinks. A few worked me so I would blow my load. I couldn’t tell for sure, since I could not see, but I could feel I came in a few mouths and faces as well as in wine glasses and on a plate. Just as I was surprised by how many women here were into male escorts, I was also surprised by how many women were also absolute perverts when in such an explicit environment – as some tried to tickle and tease me, some called me a fag, tried to finger my ass which they could not reach, or pulled my cock as long as it could stretch until I yelled in pain. Some of them I could tell would have fucked me if given the chance, as they were the ones most gentle playing with me or gave the best blowjobs for my own enjoyment.
After around three hours stuck inside the frame, I was then lowered down, and some sort of blanket or drape was thrown over me. The frame was then lifted and moved out of the room, with me still attached inside. Once I was across the hall in another, private room, one of the Mistress R’s pleasure boys helped undo and release me from my rope bondage and exit from the frame. My body was sore, so sore it was actually hard to stand and walk for around 10 to 15 minutes. Now free to move on my own, I felt a sudden dizziness as blood returned to my stretched limbs when I stood up.
Still wearing the nun’s veil and my slutware, I removed the porcelain mask and then went looking for Mrs. Moneybags. Most of the guests were also wearing various masks to hide their identities, but she soon spotted me searching through the doorway and made a fast exit towards me, taking my hand and leading me back out into the hallway and towards the guest washroom. We went inside and locked the door behind us, as she then stood back to have a look over me.
I cannot recall what her words to me were, except that she expressed her approval (and arousal) of my appearance. She was drunk and horny, maybe also on drugs, and soon groping my still exposed cock and ass. She quickly got down on her knees and sucked me off, to get me hard and lubed up, before she stood up, turned around, and pushed her ass on me as I lifted up her dress. I pulled down her thong panties, fingered her pussy to see how wet she was before I then sunk myself in her and fucked her. When we were finished, I didn’t even bother to clean myself up and left my cock dripping with hers and mine fluids as we rejoined the rest of the party.
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Posted on : Jul 9, 2022
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