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Subject: {ASSM} Their Slave 1 - the party
Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 12:10:09 -0500
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Title Their slave 1 - the party
Author Paul
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Category cuckold, MMMMFFFF, femdom, bi

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Their slave - part 1 - the party
By subboy_paul

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I am a thirty two year old married man whose life has changed
dramatically in the last three months.  I am five feet and four
inches tall and weigh one hundred and thirty pounds so I am
fairly small by any ones standards.  My wife Susan is
twenty-nine, five feet one inch tall, has a 34b-22-34 figure
which she keeps trim by going to the gym and weighs in at about
one hundred pounds.  She has long dark hair and an attractive
face.  We have been married for eight years.

About fifteen months ago I had the chance of a good promotion at
work.  The biggest problem was that it meant a move to a town
over two hundred miles from where we lived.  Susan and I talked
it over but quickly came to the conclusion that we had to move. 
At the time Susan was in a dead end job with poor pay and little
chance of promotion.

Within three weeks of us moving to our new home Susan managed to
get a job in the offices of a fairly large company.  This job
seemed to do Susan good, she became more confident, more fun
(both in and out of bed) and be began to take more interest and
pride in herself.  She also made several new friends at her place
of work.  Every thing seemed to be going well in our lives.

Three months ago Elaine, one of the women Susan worked with,
invited us to a party.  When we arrived we were introduced to the
five couples that made up the gathering.  I didn't know any of
them but Susan knew all of the women, as she worked with them,
and seemed to know some of their husbands.  The first couple of
hours past like most such parties with people making small talk,
drinking and eating the bits put out by the hostess.  Nothing
seemed out of the ordinary of different from any of the other
parties we had been to in our old hometown.  Then Elaine
announced that it was time to play `find the slave'.

Elaine gave us all a card with six items of cloths on.  She
explained that the slave was the one whose card matched the one
she had.  We had to go around and find out what colour clothing
each person had on their card and, every five minutes, Elaine
would tell us the colour of one of the items of clothing worn by
the slave.  The person who identified the slave would be the
master, or mistress for the rest of the night.  I didn't know
what would happen but joined in circulating with the others
trying to identify what each person had on their card.  After
fifteen minutes Elaine had given us three of the six items. 
Carol, a small rounded red haired thirty-something -year-old
woman, announced that she knew who the slave was.  I couldn't see
how she could be so sure as I knew that at least three of the
women and one of the man matched the description, and so did I. 
Carol pointed to Angela and said she was the slave.  Elaine asked
the two women to stand before us. Elaine explained the strip of
paper that was stuck to the top of the cards would tell who was
the slave and that if Angela's revealed the word `slave' Carol
was right otherwise Carol would have to submit to a forfeit set
by Angela's husband.  Slowly Elaine unstuck the paper.  Every one
waited with bated breath would Angela, a tall dark haired women
aged about twenty five be tonight's slave?

Elaine held up the card for all to see.  There, under the paper,
was the word `free man'.  Carol was wrong it wasn't Angela. 
Simon, Angela's husband came forward to set his forfeit.  He told
Carol to hand him her knickers.  I was now beginning to see what
sort of a party this was going to be!  Carol went a bit red, put
her hands under her dress and pulled down a pair of black lacy
French knickers.  They were greeted with a cheer as she tossed
them to Simon.

Five minutes later Elaine announced the colour of another item of
the slaves clothing.  This time no one made a guess; I knew that
at least one woman and one man matched the description along with
me.  Five minutes later and the man was knocked out.  Karen, the
woman who still matched, decided that she had nothing to loose by
declaring that I was the slave.

Karen is thirty-four, has short light brown hair, she is five
feet ten tall and has a full figure.  Elaine called Karen and me
up before the others.  She took my card and removed the piece of
paper.  There for all to see was the word `slave'.  This was
greeted with loud cheers from both the men and it was me! I was
to be the slave, Karen would be my mistress.  I had no idea what
this meant but I was soon to find out.

Karen looked around at the others in the room.  She asked them if
they were ready for the fun to begin.  The response was
unanimous, I'm sure I could hear my wife, Susan, loud above the
others as they answered Karen in the affirmative.  Karen stood
close to me, she towered over me, looked down at me and told me
to strip.  I just stood not knowing what to do, I'd never been in
this sort of position before, I'd never even dreamt of stripping
in front of a group of people.  Susan put a stop to my hesitation
by shouting at me to do as I had been told and made a grab for my
trouser belt.  As Susan undid my belt I felt Karen pulling my tee
shirt up.  I was powerless to do anything as the others helped
them to remove my clothing.  I had never been in this sort of
position before.  As my underpants came off there was a roar of
laughter.  I had a full erection.  One of the women told Susan
that they could now see what she had been complaining about, she
said it was the smallest prick she had ever seen.  One of the
others added that she had seen plenty but none that small.  I
went red with embarrassment.

Karen let the women ridicule me for some time before announcing
that as I hadn't obeyed her first instruction and had to be
helped to undress I would receive four swats of the paddle from
each of the women.  I was bent over a table Elaine produced a
broad leather paddle and each of the six women, including Susan,
gave me four whacks with it.  I had never been hit by anything
since my childhood and gasped more and more as the heat built up
on my backside.

Karen turned me back round to face the others.  Carol asked Susan
if I was any good with my tongue.  Susan replied that I was. 
Carol seemed please at this and asked Karen if she could find out
first as she was already knickerless.  Karen agreed, but to what
I didn't yet know.  I was told to lie on the floor then Carol
lifted up her skirt and brought her fanny down towards my face. 
Before Carol made contact Karen told me that I had two minutes to
prove my worth and make Carol come.  Carol brought her lightly
haired cunt down to my mouth.  I like to think I am good at oral
sex and began to lick and kiss Carol's cunt and clitty.  Carol
was already aroused before I started and soon I could hear her
sighs as my tongue flicked her clit.  I kissed and sucked her
until she came and collapsed over me.

When Carol got up Karen announced that it had taken me three
minutes twenty seconds, not very good considering how turned on
Carol had been before I started.  She announced that Carol could
give me five more swats with the paddle.**a0** I was made to bend
over and Carol whacked the leather paddle down on my already sore
arse five more times.

When I was allowed to stand up and turn round one of the women
said that she had read that male porno stars shave their pubic
hair to make their cocks look bigger and wondered if that would
make mine look less small.  The others picked up the comment and
decided to give it a try.  I was laid on my back on the table. 
Elaine produced a small pair of scissors; I was warned to keep
still as one of the women trimmed my hair as close as she could.
Once she was satisfied I heard a gentle buzzing as a small
electric razor was used to shave away the short hair that was
left.  One of the men suggested that they should do a proper job
and shave by arse hole as well.  My legs were lifted over my head
and spread to allow the razor access to the hair around my anus.
No one had inspected my arse hole this close before.  I had
always felt it was a very private place.  Now here were a group
of strangers not only seeing it but also shaving the hair from
around it.

I was now completely bold around my anal and pubic area my little
prick still stood up hard.  The women considered my new state and
discussed as to whether they had made me look any bigger.  They
felt that as they were working from such a poor start anything
would be an improvement.

Over the next half an hour or so I was made to tongue three of
the other women, not Susan or Karen, to orgasm as they knelt over
me. Each time I was set a time limit to achieve my goal and each
time I failed and received a paddling for my shortcomings.  Then
Karen said that it was her tern.  She removed her skirt and
panties to reveal that she had a shaven cunt.  She sat in a chair
and ordered me to get on my knees before her.  She told Susan to
pick up a cane that had appeared in the room and to start canning
my backside once every ten seconds once I had had two minutes to
make her come.  I put my head between Karen's thighs and began to
lick and kiss her.  It's impossible to even attempt to keep time
in such a situation so I had no idea who long I had been at my
task until I felt a sharp pain shoot across my upturned backside.
 I felt the cane bite six more times before I sensed Karen come.

I was made to serve more drinks and some bits of food to every
one the Karen announced that it was Susan's turn to come.  I was
told to lie on a long coffee table, which was about two feet six
wide.  My arms were grabbed and tied down to the table, as were
my legs.  Susan stood on the table above me and the others
gathered round.  Then my little, shy wife of eight years who
wouldn't sun bathe topless, began to remove her cloths.  As each
item was slowly removed it was greeted with cheers.  Once nude
she lowered her self down so that she was kneeling over my face.
I could see her fanny open and glistening with her wetness, as
could any one else stood above my head.  I was waiting for her to
lower her self down so that I could lick her like I had the other
five women.

Susan wiggled her bottom and asked who would be first, then Simon
came into view minus his clothes.  His hard erect prick was
nearly twice as long as mine and thicker.  Simon took hold of
Susan's thighs and guided his prick up my wife's wet eager pussy.
 All I could do was watch.  Here was a man I had never met
screwing my wife right above my face.  I nearly cried.  No one
apart from me had done this since we had been together.  As Simon
slid his prick in and out of Susan's fanny I could hear her
making noises I had never heard.  It didn't take long before
Susan gave a loud gasp and came.  Simon wasn't far behind and
pumped his seed into my wife's eager cunt.

Once Simon pulled out, spilling some of his come onto my face, I
saw an even thicker prick waiting to take his place.  Len the
owner of this thick cock slipped into Susan's very wet hole.  He
screwed her hard and deep brining Susan even more pleasure.  She
was no longer gasping but shouting with pleasure.  She said Len
was reaching places she had never felt before.  Len didn't take
long and pulled his prick out as he came.  His first shot landed
on Susan's arse, his second hit her open fanny and slipped down
onto me.  His third lot landed right on my mouth.  There were
people all around me shouting at me to lick it up, I meekly put
out my tongue and obeyed tasting another man's spunk for the
first time.

Len moved away and his place was taken by Mark.  Mark's prick was
much slimmer than Len's.  Mark said that he wouldn't be able to
feel the sides of Susan's cunt after Len had been there so he
would put it somewhere else.  He told me to lick his prick and
get it nice and wet.  I hesitated but someone caught hold of my
balls and squeezed them.  I opened my mouth and Mark slipped his
prick just inside.  I couldn't see what was happening to Susan
but could hear her moaning.  Mark withdrew his now wet prick from
my mouth.  I could now see that someone had put some grease
around Susan's anus, surely Mark wasn't going to fuck here there.
 As far as I knew she had never had a prick up her arse.  Mark
soon stopped my doubting as he placed his prick on her anus and
pushed.  At first Susan relaxed then she pushed back and I saw
Mark's prick disappear into my wife.  Once in Mark let Susan get
used to this new feeling before sliding his prick in and out.  He
started slowly but soon built up his rhythm.  It didn't take Mark
long to come and pump his spunk into Susan's bowels.  As Mark
pulled out Susan moved forwards.  As his prick slid out of
Susan's arse I could see that it remained open and his spunk
seeped out.

There was a bit of a break in proceedings whilst Susan got her
breath back.  Susan sat back on her heals with her dripping pussy
inches above my face.  Three different men's love juices were now
mingling together and falling onto my face.  Alan was the next
guy to undress.  His prick wasn't as large as any of the others
Susan had had that night.  He decided he wanted Susan to turn
round and give him a blowjob right over my face.  Susan quickly
obliged Alan and I was soon watching another man fucking Susan's
mouth.  It seemed as though Alan wanted to take his time. 
Eventually Alan came in Susan's mouth, something she had never
let me do.  Susan let Alan slip out then bent her head towards
mine and kissed me full on the mouth.  She forced her tongue into
my mouth and let Alan's spunk slip from her mouth into mine.

Susan had now serviced four men whilst I could only watch.  She
looked very flushed and satisfied; I had never seen her look like
this in eight years of marriage.  There was only Ian left to come
and I wondered how Susan would deal with him.  It seemed like an
age before I saw Ian approaching the table.  He said that the
others had used four different holes for their pleasure but that
he had had his eye on somewhere different ever since I had been
shaved.  He than asked two of the women to untie my legs and lift
them up towards my chest.  I screamed out an objection as I felt
him apply some grease to my arse hole but it was to no avail Ian
pushed his prick into my virgin arse hole.  Alan's act was
greeted with great whoops of glee from all the others, even Susan
seemed happy at my distress.  At first I felt pain then I began
to feel a pleasant sensation as his prick rubbed against my
prostate gland.  Susan lent forward and I could see Ian kissing
her tits.  I now felt totally humiliated and used as well as
disgusted with myself for still having an erection.  Alan soon
got into his rhythm and fucked my arse hard until he came and
collapsed on top of me.  Susan looked down on me and laughed.

Alan withdrew his cock from my arse and the two women who were
holding my legs lifted them higher over my head, my own cock was
now only inches above my face.  Karen untied my arms and told me
to start wanking myself off.  She picked up the cane and whacked
it down across my upturned backside.  The others were shouting at
me to come on my own face.  The cane whipped down again and Karen
told me she would keep hitting me until I came.  Frantically I
stroked my cock until at last I came and spurted my own spunk
onto my face.  Susan put her hand out and wiped my come towards
my mouth.  She forced my mouth open and I had no choice but to
eat my own come.

At last they let my legs down and I lay helpless on the table. 
The others replaced their discarded cloths but I had to remain
naked for the rest of the evening.  When we left I was given back
my trousers and shirt, but no underpants.  As we left each of the
men kissed Susan and had a grope of her.  When we got home I
collapsed on the bed and was soon asleep.

The next morning I woke up feeling randy.  I reached for Susan
and started to stroke her body.  As soon as she woke up she asked
me what I thought I was doing.  She told me that now knew what
she was missing every time I fucked her with my small cock and
that I would not be allowed to do so again.  From now she would
get her cock from one of the others, I could lick her from time
to time and she would let me toss my self off IF I was good.  I
didn't know what to say.  Susan had made it sound so final I
couldn't argue with her.  I now have to accept any of the men
coming and having sex with Susan whenever they want it.  Often
the man will bring his wife with him.  I usually have to perform
oral sex of the woman whist the husband is fucking Susan.  Once
fucked Susan likes oral sex and I end up liking another man's
come from my wife's fanny.

Every four weeks a party is held where I am the slave for the
evening.  I have to serve drinks, food and any sexual favours
demanded of me.  I am whipped, caned and usually buggered at
these parties whilst Susan is publicly fucked.  At some point in
the evening I have to bring myself off over my face.  I don't
enjoy this new way of life but I feel helpless to change it.


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