The job becomes more interesting and challenging. How wicked are the wishes of her employees?
Beth had left, but we would definitely stay in touch. Of course, I fully expected her to be one of the guests expected at Simon's tonight.
It was my first official day off, so I spent it writing, relaxing, and doing body care. When I stood outside Simon's door at 7, my skin smelled and felt like a freshly diapered baby's bottom.
Whatever awaited me—I was ready.
The door was opened for me by Simon as usual, and he invited me in with a hand gesture. He took a step sideways to let me through, and I started to move.
Either his step was a little too short, or he stopped in mid-motion because I gently bumped into him and brushed his chest with mine as I passed.
It was my first physical contact with Simon, and for a second I looked into his eyes. Deep, dark lakes, looking at me hypnotizingly.
I hurried into the living room and felt the heat on my cheeks. What I thought I saw in his gaze was pure desire.
I briefly lowered my gaze to the floor so that Oriana, who was approaching me, couldn't read my own desire for her husband in my eyes.
“Welcome, Celine,” Oriana said and kissed me on both cheeks. Her grip on my shoulders was tighter than necessary. Was she hot for this evening too?
“Let me introduce you to our guests. They're dying to meet you.” I turned my gaze to the room where two other people were.
“This is Beth and Cal. They used to live in your house.”
“Hello, Celine,” Beth said kindly and came up to kiss me on both cheeks. She obviously hadn't told anyone about our meeting earlier today and was now grinning ear to ear as she kissed me.
She also moaned in my ear and seemed to be having a great time. Cal just bowed gallantly and toasted me with his glass.
“Celine, nice to meet you.” He was a little bulkier than Simon and seemed to be in good shape. His hair was artfully streaked with blonde highlights, and his handsomely cut face gave the impression of well-groomed self-assurance.
I caught an amused glance from Beth. She knew exactly what I was thinking about. Everything she had told me about Cal.
I felt Simon approach behind me and took a step forward so as not to be too close to him. My body was clearly reacting to his presence.
“Come and sit with us for a moment. We have an offer for you. Water? Or maybe something stronger?” he asked as I sat down.
“Water would be perfect.” Oriana handed me a glass of water, and I was glad to have something to hold on to if the conversation got complicated.
“For several years, we've been playing a game that our Beth made up.” Beth raised her own glass to her lips, and I interpreted the golden liquid as whisky.
“We play strip poker for half an hour, and then the loser draws a card with a task. Sometimes it's just the four of us, and sometimes there are several participants. The cards,” Simon said, lifting a stack of index cards from the mantelpiece, ”contain orders to the loser.”
That sounded very interesting.
“They were written by participants in the game and demand sexual acts of all kinds. Sometimes more, sometimes less intense.”
Now I was very interested and smiled at the group.
“To give you an example, the card can say, 'Lick the pussy of the person on the left or suck his cock until he cums. You have 15 minutes.' The 15-minute rule applies to most tasks. If the card has been used, it is destroyed, but the participants can add a new one after each game. The person on the left or right is determined by a dice roll. We have never had more than 7 participants at a time. There are a few minor rules, but more on that later.” I nodded.
“You'll just watch today but with an option to buy in for the next game.”
“Option?” I asked, taking a big gulp of water.
“If you just want to watch, it's the same as last time. But if you want to take part in the next game, you'll have to strip naked, and we'll strap you to the chair. No one will touch you, but we will look at you closely.” To be honest, that sounded a bit dangerous, so it immediately turned me on.
But they didn't need to know that.
“Why am I being strapped in?”
“Because that's what we want.” O.K. That was a clear answer.
I waited because I was sure there had to be something else. Otherwise, it would be far too easy. I was right.
“You may sit there, nod, and follow any orders, but no sound will pass your lips until the end of the game. Understood?” I nodded.
“If you break the rules, you'll have to repeat the admission ritual.“ I nodded again and finished my water. I didn't know when I would get a drink next.
“Take your clothes off and sit down. I'll explain a few little things to you,” Simon said as if I had just enthusiastically agreed to the game and my participation.
His dominant manner sent shivers of excitement down my spine.
I looked at Beth, who was hiding her grin behind her whisky glass, and stood up. Then I went to the familiar chair and pulled my shirt over my head.
I stood with my back to my audience and closed my eyes briefly to collect myself. Simon's commanding tone annoyed me inside, and I hated being looked at or photographed. But what I loved were challenges, and this was one.
The challenge is a challenge is a challenge. I thought and started to take off my jeans.
My underwear was innocent, unadorned white cotton. Sporty, immaculate, and definitely out of place at an orgy. That was exactly the impression I wanted to give. As I took off my socks, my hair fell over my face and tickled as it flowed forward over my shoulders.
“Turn around,” said a man's voice behind me. It was deep and warm.
I stood up and turned around.
My hair almost completely covered my bra as I undid the clasp behind my back. I took off my bra and pulled down my panties.
I imagined being at the doctor's and undressing for an examination. It didn't help.
I felt shame and discomfort.
When I finally stood there naked and plucked up the courage to lift my eyes, no one looked me in the eye. Everyone was fixated on my body and devoured it with their gaze.
I was the prey. The new one. The untouched one that would bring them new pleasure.
I sat down on the chair but couldn't bring myself to spread my legs.
Oriana took wide leather cuffs from the table and tried to walk towards me but was held back by Cal.
He held out his hand for the restraints, and everyone seemed to freeze for a moment. Cal smiled at Oriana, and I could feel the power he had over her. She gave him the shackles, and he slowly stepped towards me.
His eyes traveled over my feet with their freshly painted dark red toes to my knees, my thighs, and my stomach, then stopped on my breasts covered by long blond strands of hair. He seemed to enjoy the sight for a moment before looking me in the face.
“Would you please put your hair back and rest your arms on the armrests?” The polite sentence, shaped like a request, was underlaid with a mocking note in Cal's voice that made him sympathetic to me.
I ran both hands through my hair and close to my head and then slowly pulled it back. I held my hands up to show off my breasts even better so that Cal could get a good look at them.
Was he already thinking about what it would be like to let milk flow from them? The thought was somehow arousing and made my nipples tingle.
I knew Cal liked big tits. He didn't know that I knew, though.
Advantage for me.
When I finally rested my arms on the armrests, I imagined I saw regret in his gaze, which he had to avert from my tits.
He put the restraints on me loosely. They only seemed to be symbolic.
“Please spread your legs as wide apart as you can. We want a nice view of your pussy,” he said again very politely, and again it didn't sound like a request but like an order.
My stomach tightened, and so did my vagina.
I looked at Beth, who smiled benevolently at me and tried not to concentrate on what was happening in my immediate vicinity.
I slid forward a little on the chair and put my legs up against the chair legs.
Could it be any wider? Sure. But I didn't want to sit there like a slaughtered chicken with my legs spread out and get wet.
There was a soft noise from Cal's throat that only I could hear, but I didn't dare look at him.
Simon and Oriana came a little closer to look at me closely. I was almost grateful to Simon when he started talking again because I was afraid I might start sweating from the tension.
“When the die is cast, any of the chosen ones can say no to the tasks. By doing so, however, they expose themselves to an hour of shame. During the hour of shame, all participants can do anything they want to him and let him do anything they want, except for the task on the card. Do you have any questions?” I didn't have any, but I had to buy some time to calm down.
“What happens if they both say no?”
“I don't know. It's never happened before.” I nodded.
Cal stood up and returned to the others, his eyes firmly on my breasts.
“Let's get started. From now on, you don't say a word, and we play. Are you comfortable? Are you warm enough?” I nodded.
They sat down at the table, and the playing cards were shuffled and dealt. I was able to breathe a sigh of relief and calm down.
After about 20 minutes and several pieces of clothing landing on the floor, Beth passed a round, took off her bra, and stood up. She slowly approached me and knelt down in front of me. She licked her lips, and I got hot.
“Nice pussy. I'm going to love it,” she said softly, and her face came so close to my vagina that I could feel her warm breath, which immediately aroused me.
I looked up at the ceiling to keep my composure.
“Watch,” she commanded.
I lowered my gaze and saw the tip of her tongue licking the air just a finger's width from my pussy.
“Make it wider,” she whispered and blew lightly on my wet pussy.
Excitement shot through me as if she had licked me. I felt heat rising deep in my belly and opened my legs a little more.
I bit my lips as I saw her tongue out again and wanted nothing more than to feel it on my clit.
Beth very slowly lifted her head to look at me, and her tongue came out of her mouth full length, licking my wet pussy from bottom to top.
I flinched with delight and surprise and barely suppressed a cry of pleasure.
I was quite sure that Beth wouldn't touch me. Apparently, she didn't think much of the rules.
She licked her open mouth, and it was a promise to me. I smiled knowingly at her.
The next round was handed out, and she returned to the table. I remained seated, breathing heavily, my pussy quivering with desire.
Beth was losing the game, but she didn't seem to care.
Just as Simon started to shuffle the cards on the table to let Beth draw her turn, the doorbell rang.
Simon looked up in annoyance and stood up.
He was wearing only his jeans and looked very sexy.
Shortly afterwards, we heard a conversation at the door that suggested that an emergency call had been sent out by the building's own alarm system and that the men belonged to the security company responsible. Simon assured them that everything was OK in the house, but they insisted on checking for themselves in case he himself was in danger and they had forced him to say so. It sounded like Simon agreed, so Oriana waved Cal and Beth over and led them unseen towards the stairs and upstairs.
They left me sitting there.
Panic gripped me as I heard voices coming closer, and I looked at my restraints. They were loose, but I wouldn't get out of them without help.
But maybe it was just a test.
I remained seated. Oriana and Simon were the pillars of the community here. Not me. I wasn't doing anything illegal.
Simon entered the room first and looked at me. I sat quietly and met his gaze impassively. The security guard who entered the living room behind him reached for his holster when he saw me sitting there naked and tied up on the chair.
“It's just a game,” Simon said calmly, and I forced myself to smile.
The guard scanned the room, the gaming table, and me with a scrutinizing glance and took a step away from Simon.
“Untie!” he ordered with his hand still on his holster. Simon slowly stepped towards me and undid the buckles on my wrists. The shackles fell to the floor. I didn't move.
“Are you being held here against your will?” he asked without taking his eyes off Simon. I shook my head, which he couldn't see.
“She's not talking,” Simon said. “You have to look at her if you want an answer.” The guard turned to me and repeated the question. I answered in the negative.
“Are you here voluntarily? Is this a game?” I nodded twice slowly. He pointed to the table.
“Where are the others?”
“Dressing up, I think. We were playing strip poker.” The guard's posture relaxed slightly.
“Bring everyone who's in the house here, please.” Simon thought for a moment and then reached for his cell phone on the table.
“Ori? Please come down. Security's here, and they're worried.” The second guard had been standing at the front door the whole time, within sight of his colleague.
The others came down, led by Oriana, who was wrapped in a thick bathrobe.
Beth was the last to appear on the scene, smiling brightly and wearing only a thong. The security guard suddenly seemed even more embarrassed than I was, and I was grateful to Beth. She looked at him with interest and said,
“Sandro?”
“Beth? Cal? What the hell are you two doing here?” the guard asked in astonishment.
“Exactly what it looks like I'm doing,” Cal replied and shook Sandro's hand. He took it and started to retreat. Suddenly he seemed to be in a hurry to get out of there.
“And the naked woman?” he asked without looking in my direction. Cal grinned almost as widely as Beth. Sandro's face flushed.
“Well then, I won't interrupt anymore,” he said, and Simon took him out.
No one bothered to put my restraints back on.
Everyone hurried back to the table to find out what task awaited Beth.