The Party

The Party



I’m about to leave what turned out to be one hell of a good party.  Still hungry as hell. It would have been nice if someone would have brought me something to eat.  But that used feeling I had earlier has quickly disappeared. Now, if I only could find some clothes to put on…



The Party
The Day Of

I glance down at my cell to see yet another message from Josh staring at me.  It’s probably about tonight’s neighborhood party. Only the tenth he’s sent this morning.  I’m not sure why this party is sooo important, but there’s no way I’m going to miss it now.  He’s peaked my interest. Strange though, I never knew there was a neighborhood party. Oh well.

I open the text and to my surprise, NOT, it was a reminder that we needed to be at the party by 6.  Damn. I send a reply back. “Josh, dear. This is the TENTH TIME you have reminded me THIS MORNING!!!  I WILL BE READY!” Damn.

It’s lunch time.  I pick up my cell and force it in to my back jean pocket.  Love casual Fridays! But I probably should have picked a slightly looser fitting pair of jeans.  Walking towards the elevator I decide to take the fast way to the lobby. The stairs. It’s only six flights.  And it’s good for my legs. And my ass. I think it’s a bit too big, Josh thinks it’s just right. It’s a bit too big.

So.  Where do I want to go first?  The coffee shop for some food?  Or the department store to shop for something for tonight?  Josh said it’s an extremely casual event. That I could get away with wearing almost nothing.  I do have that pair of torn jean shorts. A bit too short and too torn. Hmmm. Food wins out.

Sam waves hi as I walk into the coffee shop.  “How goes it Lisa?”

“Fantastic!  Only four more hours at work.  It’s a payday. And I got my bonus!”

Sam smiles.  “You landed that new account?”

“Yep!  At close of business yesterday.  And it looks like I might have found another.  Bigger than Smith, Smith, and Jones!”

“Awesome!  That’s my gal!  So, do you want the usual?”

I nod yes and then add “Add a piece a chess cake to that, with blackberries.”

“You got it!  Here’s your cappuccino.”

I find a table near the register.  Sipping on my brew a slowly scan today’s crowd.  It’s the normal mix of business, casual, and students.  Now, there’s an idea for tonight. A blonde in the far corner is wearing tight latex pants.  Black. And a white tank. Also tight, showing that she decided to go braless. And that someone, something is turning her on.  Those nips look hard. Pants – $300, give or take. Tank, add another $120. A little too much for an event where I can get away with going nude.  But not too much for next week’s casual Friday. I need to do some quick shopping after lunch. There’s a boutique just down the block.

Sam places my food on the table.  “This one’s on me. Enjoy.”

I started to protest, but Sam just shook his head and walked away.  Now, only if the boutique have the pants and tank.

After finishing up what I call lunch, I jog over to the boutique.  A salesperson meets me as I pass through the door asking if she could help.

“I’m looking for black leather or latex pants.  Need something that is form fitting.” as I survey my legs.

“We have this selection in latex.  I would say they are form fitting. They come in shinny and a somewhat flat black.”

Grabbing a pair of each I run to a dressing room.  After spending several minutes pulling off my jeans, I first put the flat black pair on.  They are definitely sexy. And very definitely form fitting. But too much so. I have no problem showing off my body, but camel toes?  There is a limit.

After spending another several minutes taking the flat blacks off, I put on the shiny black.  They do look sexy, even more so than the other. My legs look fantastic. I can almost see my face in the reflection.  And more important, there’s no camel toes. One down and one to go.

I almost run into the salesperson as I exit the dressing room.  “Miss, I’m going to take the pair I have on. I’m now looking for a white tank top.  Something tight. Something that matches this look” I look down at the latex pants.

With a smile she points to the table beside the pants.  “Nothing better to match latex paints than a latex top”

I find a couple of tanks and run back into the dressing room.  Being in a hurry, I accidently pinch one of my nipples while pulling of my top.  Not sure how. But… I pull the first tank on. It shows a little too much, just barely covering the bottom of my boobs.  Second covers too much, revealing only an inch or two of my waist. The third fits perfectly. Not too revealing. But it definitely gets the imagination working.  Form fitting. And it does show a hard nipple.

With a smile on my face, I exit the dressing room.  “I’ll take these. Can you cut the tags off? On, and pack my clothes in the dressing room?  I’ll be by after work to pick them up.” And it goes without saying “Put it on my account.”

Total lunchtime cost.  Food zero. Clothes, 470.

 

 

The Party
Going Home

The afternoon is passing rather quickly.  I’m getting stares from the females. Stares and smiles from the males.  It’s now about three and no more messages from Josh. Hope I didn’t hurt his feelings.  Feeling guilty, I send a text message. “How’s my hunk doing? I’ll be party ready around 5.  Love ya!”

The clock ticks down to 3:50.  I pick up my stuff and head towards the steps.  First, I need to pick up my clothes and then run for the 4 o’clock train.  Task one done. Now a race to the station. I arrive with the train just pulling into the station.  Slinking onto the train I find a window seat.

Forty minutes later I walk into our apartment.  I find Josh in the kitchen downing a bottle of beer, getting party ready.  “Hey hon. How was your day?”

He gives me a smile and a hard hub.  “Great! I was able to leave early this afternoon, got here about 2.  New clothes I see. You look fantastic! Just don’t know if I want other men to see you like this.”

I smile.

Josh takes another gulp and continues “Hope you’re not wearing these tonight.  I hear these things can become strange. That’s why they recommend casual.”

“No worry.  I’m going to wear my old cutoff shorts and an old tank.  If I don’t come home with them, there won’t be much of a loss.  Of course, it would mean giving the neighbors a show.”

He gives me a strange smile.  “We’ll. I’m ready and will be waitin’!  Just don’t take too long. I only have one beer left in the frig!”

I laugh.  ‘That’s hard to believe!  We usually don’t have room for food.  I’ll be ready in about 10.”

I take my top off on the way to the bedroom.  Then the hard part, taking off the pants. I finally find a position laying on the bed that lets me peal them off.  I quickly find the shorts, an old tank, and a pair of tennies. Ten minutes later I’m prancing out to the door. “Ready dear!!!”

We walk out the apartment building to a waiting Uber.  “What if I wasn’t ready in ten minutes” I give Josh an inquisitive smile.

“Well my Lisa.  I guess I would have to pop another top and down another beer.”  He laughs.

 

 

The Party
The Surprise.

It takes the Uber driver about 50 minutes to find the address.  It was a little out of the way. A huge house on about five acres surrounded by a high wrought iron fence.  After being let through the gate, the driver pulls up to the steps in front of the huge house. We never drive to parties; no one needs to be the designated driver.  But when Josh paid the driver two hundred dollars, I began wondering if we really need to rethink that rule. Then I remembered how much I spent on clothes.

As I look around, I find myself with a lot of questions.  A neighborhood party? Informal? And why is it way out here.  Giving the Uber driver a quick smile, I exit the car.

“Josh.  Am I missing something?  This is a neighborhood party?  Give me a break. We’re miles from our neighborhood.”

Josh smiles.  “It’s someone’s neighborhood.  A client invited me a couple of weeks back.  I’ve heard from some friends that a lot of people would do almost anything to get invited.”

I give Josh a little frown.

“Trust me!  And Lisa, please try to have some fun!”  Josh starts waking up the steps.

One hundred steps later we approach the front doors.  As if by magic, the door ladies open both exposing a huge, bright entry hall.  As with the house and grounds, the door people didn’t fit the image that promotes a casual party.  The uniforms consisted of a short skirt, tight top, lace stockings, and high black heals. Well, as Josh had asked, I will try to have some fun.

As we enter we are greeted by another female, same outfit, just a little bustier.  “Good evening. May I have your first names please?”

Josh smiles.  “Lisa and Josh.”

A big grin comes over the greeters face.  “We were expecting you. Glad you could make it.  Now, if you would follow me please.”

Walking half way down the hall she ducks into a side room.  Opening the door wider, she smiles and waves us in. “Just some formalities we need to go through.  If you want, you can remain in the hallway Mister Josh.”

What!  Why do they need to talk to just me?

Josh gives me a smile.  “Don’t worry honey. It’s just a formality.  I’ll come in with you.”

Entering the room I see three males wearing jeans and t-shirts.  Finally someone dressed for a casual party. The one in the center speaks “Does she know what she is expected to do?”

Josh shakes his head no.  I’m getting a little nervous.

“Well, Miss Lisa.  You have been picked, at random to be our sex toy for this month’s party.  By accepting the party invite, you have accepted the duties expected of a sex toy.”

“What the hell!  Josh, did you know about this?”  I turn to the group’s speaker “I didn’t accept!!!  Damn it!!! There’s no way I would even think of accepting!!!  Now, if you would call me a cab I would like to go!”

“Sorry miss.  Once you enter the residence you cannot leave until the party is over”

Anger mounting, I ask “And when will that be?!?!?”

“Sunday, miss.  And during your stay you will be the sex toy.”

I start to head towards the door when the greeter grabs me by the arm.  “Sorry miss. You must stay. Now, if you would please remove all of your clothing.”

“What!?!?!?  No way!!! No way am I removing any of my clothing!”  Damn. What has Josh done!

“It is your choice miss.  The guests will be more than happy to cut them off.  In fact, they usually enjoy that part.” The male speaker glances to the guys on either side of him.  “Frank. Ted. Please bring Miss Lisa to the party room and get her ready for our guests.”

I try to resist.  And find myself winning.  That is until Frank and Ted pick me up by the arms and carry me out of the room.  I scream my head off as they carry me down the hall. Obviously no one cares. Those I see just look at me as though I were a nuisance.  Then there’s those that ignore me completely.

Reaching the end of the hall, they open two large double doors.  The room is dimly lit except for a bright light straight ahead. There, in the middle of the very large room I see two gleaming chains dangling from the ceiling.  A cuff is at the end of each chain. For my wrists I assume. Damn, damn, damn!!!

The chains are lowered as we approach.  Within seconds I find myself between both of the dangling cuffs.  As if in a race, the men quickly snap the cuffs shut around my wrists and then raise me up.  Just high enough so my toes barely touch the floor.

I see the third man, the speaker enter the room.  He’s walking quickly towards me holding what appears to be a long metal pole.  As he gets closer, he begins to laugh. “Miss Lisa. If you could only see the look on your face.”

“Let me guess.  It is a look of anger.  Betrayal. With a large dose of being used.  Am I close?” I sneer.

“Yes it is.  I know it’s hard to believe now, but you’re going to enjoy this weekend.  I just need to attach this leg spreader and we’re done for now.”

“Oh.  That’s what that is.”  I try to kick him as he approaches.  And almost get him. Then the odds quickly go his way with his two goons arriving to hold my legs apart.  I look down as they lock my ankles in place. Damn. Then showing some passion, however small they lower me a few inches.  Just enough so my toes are once again touching the floor.

They wheel a table beside me.  I see a couple sheers. Probably for my clothes.  Dildos. Nipple clamps. Gags. Long needles. Ouch!  Something that looks like a long hook. Candles. More clamps.  Damn. I’m either going to be in ecstasy or extreme pain. I prefer the first.

Finished with their work, the three goons exit the door in front of me.  Almost immediate the room grows pitch dark. “Well Miss Lisa. This surely isn’t the way you expected to spend this Friday night, now is it.”  I quietly whisper.

 

 

The Party
The Crowd

Hmm.  I wonder how long it’s been.  Stretched out as I am, escape is going to be impossible.  I‘m listening for any sign of life. There isn’t any. I wonder if they just left me here to be found weeks from now as a pile of bones.  The rats, bugs and other critters eating my flesh. Not exactly on my bucket list.

Bucket list.  I need to be truthful to myself.  What is on my bucket list? What dark fantasies have I been hiding from myself?  Admittedly, being kidnapped, gang banged, and tortured have crossed my mind in the past.  But just for a fleeting moment. Or was it fleeting?

I hear a scratching noise behind me.  The rats can’t already be here. Damn it girl.  Get it together. It’s only been forty minutes at the most.

So.  What are my dark secrets?  The ones I’m afraid to admit to even myself?  I still don’t think any of this makes the list.  A gang bang might be interesting. With no more than four people involved.  But not hundreds. Damn chains. My wrists, my arms are killing me. Wait till I get my hands on Josh.

Hmmm.  More scratching.  Strange. Now something appears to be rattling the door knob in front of me.  The lights are coming on, might be a good sign. Yep. The doors are opening and the guest come streaming in.  Both from in front of and from behind. And they are definitely dressed casually. Give Josh one point. The gentlemen, if you can call them that are wearing torn jeans, shorts, some are nude.  Not to be outdone the ladies, or sluts are wearing latex, going topless with nip clamps as accents, and a few wagging tails. What a collection.

It’s been a couple of minutes since the doors opened.  Looks like a couple of hundred decided to attend. Lucky me.  And now I see the host. Wearing a tux he’s walking towards me with a mic in hand.  He stops to my right he gives my right cheek a tight squeeze.

“Ladies and gentleman.  May I please have your attention?”  The crowd grows quiet.

“I would like to welcome you to our monthly neighborhood party where almost anything goes.  This month’s sextoy is Miss Lisa. As before, applying either pain or feelings of ecstasy are both allowed.  However, if you really want to make the host happy, deal out the pain. It’s all up to you. Just remember, death and permanent mutilation are a definite no-nos.  If you want to be black balled from future parties, just kill Miss Lisa. That will do it. However, if you have this overwhelming urge to kill her, please, please do it slowly.”  He glances at me with a wicked smile. “We all should be given the chance to enjoy the moment!”

“So, as you all have probably noticed, Miss Lisa decided to give us the fun of stripping her bare.  Now, for those of you that are here for the first time, we will be drawing numbers to determine who goes first.  And we’re going to be working top down tonight, saving her ass for last. So find your numbered ball as we’re about to pull the first number.”

From the corner of my eye I see another tux pushing what looks like a bingo machine my way.  He pushes it right in front of me and motions to the host that he’s ready to go. Damn TV dramatics.

“And the first number tonight is…”

The second tux pushes a button, the balls inside the bowl spins with a single ball rolling out onto the tray.

“…red 19!  Who has red 19?”

After a pause, a man starts running towards me waving his red ball screaming “I do!  I have red 19!’

Damn.  You would have thought the guy just won a Ferrari.

The host takes the ball from the man’s han and gives it a look.  “Yes. He does have red 19! Congratulations. You get to make the first cut!”

Not really happy the way he said that, the first cut?

“Now you can use either the shears or one of the knives…”

“Can I use my own knife?”

The host smiles.  “I love a guy who comes prepared.  Sure you can! Just remember, limit the body cuts.  Don’t want our sextoy to bleed out before the night even starts, now do we!”

Mr. Red shakes his head no.  And then smiles. An evil smile.  He walks in front of me and grabs my clit through the shorts, squeezing it hard.  While squeezing he takes the point of his knife and sticks the tank top where my nipple just happens to be.  My extremely hard nipple. Then doing what only could be described as a spiral cut, I watch him slowly cutting away my tank exposing that nipple.  Yep, definitely hard. And then that boob. He did this without slicing me even once.

He stands back showing off his work as everyone applauds.  Then suddenly he turns back towards me and with four quick slashes, I look down at the floor at what was once my tank top.

The crowd goes hysterical.

The shorts were then cut off by green 56.  My undies by yellow 17. And my shoes by blue 2.  I am now buck naked.

 

 

The Party
The Games Begin

“Ladies and gentlemen.  You now have one hour to do whatever you wish to Miss Lisa.  Except kill. Cut off body parts. Scar. I think you know the rules.”

Only one hour?  Damn I can handle that!  Now, if it was a weekend party…

“The party table has a good variety of toys.  Tacks, pins, needles… I think we have some two foot ones tonight.  You’ll also find various clamps, clothes pins, even a few mouse and rat traps.  Gags, plugs, hooks… I could go on for hours!” He turns and gives me a wink.

As he continues his fingers begin fondling my clit.  “Just remember. She cannot be moved. Only my boys are permitted to do that.  After she spends an hour here, she will spend four hours in ten different rooms.  Displayed ten different ways. With ten different set of toys. Ladies, your man toy is in the room next door, Mr. Bob.  So you can stay here and play with Miss Lisa, or go next door and pull on Bob. And don’t forget to eat and drink, everything is on the house.  Well, you did pay to get in.” He smirks.

Giving me another wicked smile, he stuffs his mike up my cunt and walks away.

Damn.  Forty hours!?  I won’t get home until sometime Sunday evening.  Funny. I still think I’ll leave this place alive.  I was worried that the rats and bugs would feast on my meat when I should have worried about the guests slicing me.

Shit! That startled me.  I should have known they would attack from the rear.  It feels like a pair of small hands. She’s pinching me now.  Gently on the ass. Now a squeeze. Ah, that hurts! Damn butt plug I assume.  About ten sizes too big. Don’t they knome how to take it easy?

Let’s see.  They didn’t kill me. Cut off a body part.  Nor did they leave a scar, I think. So they are following the rules.  And they’re definitely giving pain, something the host apparently enjoys seeing.

What is this guy up to?  He’s taking a handful of pins.  Now he shows them to me? And now he disappears.  I let out a scream. Ah, using my ass as a pin cushion!  “Not too original guys. Is that all you got?”

Apparently the commentary wasn’t well taken.  Pussy is shoving a ball gag into my mouth. Pussy is dressed in tight latex pants.  And yes she is showing her camel toes. A cupless corset to show of her pierced nipples.  A diamond in each? And a cat mask. Hence, Pussy.

She now has one of the two foot needles.  I can only guess what she’s going to do with that.  What! I try to scream as she starts shoving it into the side of my one breast.  That gag wasn’t because of the commentary, but for the scream that was about to come.  She keeps on pushing until the needle exits the other side. Damn that hurts. She’s not stopping?  She’s pushing it through my other breast? I think she’s violating the mental scar rule.

Damn, my breast are sore.  What? She’s hanging a huge weight on the needle between my breasts?  What else can she do?

Hold on now.  What’s going on below?  Someone took out mike and stuffed a vibrator in my cunt?  Please turn it on high. Please! Yes. Oh yes! That feels so good.  I needed something like that.

A candle?  Pussy has a candle?  No. No! Please! Not that!  She’s warming the ends of the needle.  Oh god! Can’t she go next door and bother Bob?

Someone’s taking the pins out of my ass. And now the plug is being eased out.  Blood is starting to drip from my boobs. Down my cleavage. Pussy is taking off the weight.  That’s nice of her. Meow, Pussy! Maybe not. Didn’t think of that. Bad Pussy! She’s heating the needle between my breasts!  Why does she hate my tits?

A male party goer is now sucking my left nipple.  That feels strange! The pain. The ecstasy. Damn you! You would have to bite it!  Now Pussy is sucking the other. Licking it with her tongue. And now dripping hot wax on it!  Will someone please drag that cat somewhere else? Good! She’s going towards the bar. Hopefully she likes her alcohol.

Almost forgot the feelings below.  I’m sooo wet! Can’t believe that I might cum.  Hmm. Something’s being jammed in my asshole. Another vibrator!  Yes! Turn it on higher! Higher! Please, higher!

No, not the mouse trap!  A man is heading right towards my nips with a mouse trap in his right hand!  Hmmm. He’s dropped to the floor. Wonder what he’s… FUCK! He let it snap shut on my toes!  Damn it.

I can’t believe it.  I just came! How is that possible?

Okay Mr. Mouse Trap.  Now what are you up too?  Rope. Ass hook. I have a bad feeling about this.  He’s going around to my year. There goes the vibrator.  Damn. You just had to yank it out, didn’t you!

Where did that rope come from?  Hmm. It’s dangling in front of my tits.  I know where the ass hook is. At least he’s easing it in.  That’s right, pull up to make sure it’s in there snug. There you are Mr. Mouse Trap.  The rope is going around the pin? It’s being tied to the pin? What? What did you just say?  Keep the ass hook from slipping out if I don’t want the pin to be yanked out of my tits? Damn Pussy.

Ah.  A brave guy wearing a mask.  Having fun picking out things at the table?  That’s right, some of these. And more of those.  So you’re finished shopping. It’s about time. A quick lick of the nips?  You can do better than that. Can you take the wax off of that one? That’s right.  Thanks. A few more licks? That does feel so good. Wait now. That’s a needle you have.  It’s going into my nip? No! The pain!

 

 

The Party
A Break

Where am I?  The last thing I remember is a long needle going into my left nipple.  Damn, it’s quiet. Too quiet. And why do I have my eyes covered?

At least I’m not hanging from my wrists.  Although both wrists and ankles are still cuffed.  And they’ve stretched my body ever so slightly.

Damn!  What is this?  There’s something cold pressing at the base of my right boob and on top of both nipples.  Now it’s also pressing against the left boob. Is that peroxide I smell?

Suddenly there’s light!  Someone is slowly pulling off the towel covering my eyes, my face.  I see three people hovering over me, all wearing surgical gloves and masks.  To hide the identity of the guilty Is my guess. Someone is now gently lifting the headset off my ears.  Sound!

After listening for a few seconds I figure it all out.  They’re tending to my wounds. Sextoy is injured.

Mr. Host suddenly appears above me..  “We’re so sorry! The play obviously got a little too intense for you.  We brought you here when you first lost consciousness and our medical team immediately started working on all the injuries you had.  I must admit, you did have a few. The good news, you’re ready to continue!”

I just stare at him.  “You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding!  I’m ready for round two? Really?” I yell.

He smiles.  “Do you feel any pain?”

“Well, no.”

He squeezes both tits. Hard.  “How about now?”

Somewhat surprised I answer “No.”

He then plays with my nips. “How does this feel?”

I must have a surprised look on my face; he returns it with a devilish smile.  “It feels great” as I begin to quiwtly moan

“And how does this feel?”  He starts to play with my clit.

“Damn good!  In fact, if you don’t want me to cum you probably should stop…”

He just intensifies his play.  And I cum…

“So Miss.  The table here doesn’t have the long needles that gave you problems.  But it does include a healthy selection of electrosex items. Something for your cunt, ass, nips and thighs.  And of course, there’s the plugs, clamps and rope. Oh, and short pins. So, please try to enjoy the next four hours, okay?”

I nod my head yes.

 

To be continued…