Chapter 32: Let’s Party!

IF I WERE REALLY A DOM, I’d probably be all upset about my sub bringing home yet another woman to satisfy. She’d told me in our first encounter that this could be considered topping from the bottom. She should be punished for it.

But I’m not really a dom. And over the years, I’d discovered that my lovers, including my wives, like to play games occasionally. If I play along, it’s usually a lot of fun. I needed a strategy, though. We walked to the hotel in silence and I sent the two to Adrienne’s room while I stopped at the payphone to make a call. Before I let them go, though, I needed to be sure it was all on the up and up.

“Kathleen, are you here of your own free will and ready to submit yourself to us?” I asked. She was startled that I would put it in such plain terms, but she hadn’t said a word yet.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. I could see her blushing.

“Your safe word is ‘exposure.’ Don’t utter it unless you want me to stop everything.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go to your room.”

Adrienne led Kathleen to her hotel room while I waited in the lobby for ten minutes.

I didn’t really need to call anyone, though I thought Ronda would be pleased to hear about our adventure. That would wait until tomorrow. What I really needed was to give them a little time to get ready and to work on my role in our little charade. We’d see how well they were adjusted to the part.

I had a key to Adrienne’s room, of course, so I rattled it in the lock and then walked in. The two women were sitting on the couch and looked up when I entered. I just stood inside the doorway as they froze. Adrienne knew what was expected and had led Kathleen astray.

“Is this the way you greet your master?” I asked. “You have thirty seconds to present yourselves properly.”

I stepped into the bedroom of the suite where I found exactly what I expected. Rope, whips, clamps, gags, and lube. I grabbed the rope and gags and returned to the sitting room. Both women were naked and on their knees. I walked behind them and quickly pulled Kathleen’s hands behind her back and looped the rope around them. She squeaked but didn’t resist. I looped the rope around Adrienne’s wrists as well, and tied it off. ‘Assess, subdue, and restrain’ were the first instructions Adrienne had given me. I wanted to give Kathleen ample opportunity to use her safe word before I gagged her, so I delayed step four. Instead, I gagged Adrienne. Then I stepped in front of the two kneeling women and undressed.

The bondage and submission of the women didn’t particularly turn me on. However, having two beautiful naked women on their knees waiting to please me did have an effect. I reached out and caressed their breasts. Both became more erect, pressing their breasts into my hands as I described them and talked about the differences between them. I pressed my hardening cock against Kathleen’s lips and she opened her mouth to receive it as I continued to pet Adrienne.

“Having two pets is such a burden,” I said. “And to find they are naughty pets who don’t know how to greet their master. In our world, a good pet is always available to her master. She wants him to take his pleasure from her. She understands that infractions of basic rules must be met with punishment. She is always willing to submit herself to her master’s command.”

I pulled out of Kathleen’s mouth with a very hard cock and returned to the bedroom. I brought out the other toys.

“Fifi, I warned you in LA not to keep bringing new people into our relationship. Apparently, that warning and its punishment were not enough to temper your impulses and here you have brought Kathleen into our menage,” I said. I smacked her bottom with the paddle. Just once, but hard enough to make her gasp and jerk upright.

“And Kathleen, who said she wanted to be a proper submissive, ignored the very first provision of what that means. She should always greet her master naked and on her knees.” I struck out with the paddle and hit Kathleen on the rump, perhaps a little less vigorously, but still enough to make her jump.

“I didn’t know!” she blurted out.

“Are you accusing Fifi of not preparing you for this?” I asked. I smacked Fifi again.

“No!”

I smacked Kathleen again, a little harder than the first blow.

“No what?”

“No, um ... sir. I am not accusing Ad ... um ... Fifi.”

I spanked her bum again. Then, for good measure, I whacked Adrienne, too.

“Now, Kathleen ... Ew. That is a terrible name for a pet. It’s the name of an actor, even a politician, or doctor. I need something to call you.”

“Is Katie a possibility?” she asked.

“Did I ask you?” I said, smacking her butt again. She was beginning to turn red.

“No, sir.”

“Then be quiet or I’ll gag you like your tempter. I think I’ll call you Kali. That might be a nod to the State of California, or it might refer to the Hindu goddess of doomsday and death. It might just be the K and L of your given name. Yes. Kali it is.”

I knelt in front of Kathleen and kissed her as I played with her nipples and dropped one hand between her legs. The excitement of getting what she wanted was apparent on my fingertips.

“What do you think of that name, Kali?”

“Thank you, master. Kali will be a good pet.”

“Oh, I know you will be.” I moved over to Adrienne and fondled my mistress. “Are you feeling neglected, pet? That’s what happens when you bring home strays. I have to spend so much time training her that I don’t have enough time to discipline my Fifi.” I kissed and licked her nipples and ran my hand between her legs. There was no question that this turned Adrienne on. She was open and ready for anything.

I stood and went to the collection of toys. Adrienne shrieked into the gag when I reached around her and fastened a nipple clamp to each of her breasts. Kathleen looked at the little devices and started to hyperventilate. She moaned.

“Was there something you wanted to say, Kali?” I asked.

“Um ... Uh...” she gulped.

“Well, if you have nothing to say, I might as well keep you from saying it.” I slipped a ball gag into her mouth, giving her plenty of opportunity to object, but as soon as she saw it, she opened her mouth.

“What a good little Kali. That merits a reward.”

I helped the two women to stand and led them to the sofa where I had them kneel on the cushions side-by-side. They could rest their upper chests on the back of the massive piece of furniture. As soon as they were in position, I began nudging their knees farther apart. It was funny in my mind that they had both been models and were accustomed to following my unspoken directions as I posed them. As soon as there was room between her legs, I knelt and began licking Kathleen’s slit. By this time, she ramped up fast and was squealing an orgasm into her gag in minutes. I moved over to Adrienne and inserted my fingers into her vagina as I rimmed her asshole. I pinched her clit a bit and she also lit up. Then I untied Adrienne and pulled her to me, loosening the ball gag so I could kiss her.

“I need you now to keep Kali on edge,” I whispered. “This is what she really wants, isn’t it?”

She nodded and I released the nipple clamps, causing her to gasp and come on my fingers again.

I gave her the clamps to use if she deemed necessary. Then I went back to licking Kathleen until she was in a fevered state. This time, I spent time rimming her asshole, too. In the meantime, Adrienne alternated between playing with Kathleen’s breasts and pussy, and applying a generous quantity of lube to my cock. We shifted positions enough that Adrienne could lie beneath Kathleen and lick her pussy. Kathleen hit a peak again.

That was when I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole and pushed forward. Kathleen rose up off the back of the couch with a high-pitched whine. Rising up forced her bottom down and my cock disappeared into her rectum. Adrienne licked frantically at Kathleen’s pussy and pinched her nipples from below. I gave our lover a few moments to adjust, and then began sawing in and out of her butt.

I was very ready by this time, and Kathleen was close when I started filling her butt with come. The heat and pressure of my ejaculation was enough to push Kathleen into a spastic seizure as she, too, came and then passed out.

I quickly released the gag so she would have no difficulty breathing and then slowly withdrew from her bottom.

It wasn’t the end of our evening—or early morning by that time. I bathed my pets and put lotion on them, then cuddled them in bed where I made passionate love to Fifi and got Kali to help her along. It was a fun night, but by morning, I was happy to put aside the master and just go to breakfast with the two women.

The following week was a scramble. I had a couple of last minute photo sessions of women who wanted pictures for the party. I needed all transparencies done by Thursday, so they could get overnight processing in London.

First, though, was Toni’s sixth birthday. After going riding on Sunday, and brunch at That Scottish Café on Monday morning, we just spent the day in the park with our girl. She was thrilled to have Aunt Addie with us and Addie taught her how to do the pony, the Watusi, and the mashed potato. None of us were surprised when Peter jumped right in to join in the dances. Peter, Jane, Kendra, and Derek had joined us for the outing and Kathleen got there mid-afternoon. With Peter and Adrienne teaching Toni new dances, I had a chance to hold and cuddle Alex and James. It wasn’t long before Alex wanted to run and join Toni dancing. Toni wanted to teach the new dances to her little sister. I just held James while Jane leaned against me.

Tuesday morning, a very subdued Kathleen came into the studio for a new photo.

“Um ... Do I need to be submissive Kali today?”

“Oh, Kathleen, no. We had our evening of play. Did you get everything you wanted out of it?”

“Yes. And more. I’ve never done that ... you know ... anal before.”

“Are you recovered?”

“It’s still a little sore, but between you and Adrienne, I was so turned on I couldn’t dwell on the pain. I’ve never passed out from an orgasm before!”

“Well, I’m glad you got what you wanted, but please don’t assume that is our relationship with each other. I have my wives and I have my mistress. That is all I need.”

“Mmm,” she said kissing me softly. “And your countess. How long have you and Jane been lovers?”

“What gives you the idea...”

“It’s obvious that she loves her husband and he dotes on her, but we knew in London last fall that Peter had a decided preference for boys. And Jane casts loving eyes on you.”

“We’ve known each other for several years. Please don’t spread any rumors about us.”

“Of course not! No, I’ll never mention it. But it was sweet to see you and her in the park yesterday. One would almost have thought you were a family, holding her little one.”

I didn’t respond, but led Kathleen into the dressing room and started working on her makeup.

“I have some ideas for a new shot that will show you off without exposing you. Are you game?” I asked.

“Nate, you know that you can expose me or cover me. Whatever you want. Yes, I got my evening of play and I’m not sure I’ll ever want to truly be submissive again, but you’ve been more intimate with me than any other man. Please don’t hesitate to touch me and pose me however you want.”

I smiled at her and kissed her. The kiss turned out a little more passionate than I intended, but by the time it was finished, I had Kathleen naked again.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Just don’t um ... touch my bum hole today. Okay?”

“Absolutely okay,” I said. “Now, I need the fishnet stockings and high heels for this.”

I worked the stockings onto her and then put the high heels on her feet.

“Somehow, I feel more naked and lascivious dressed in just this than if I were fully nude,” she giggled.

“It does have some appeal,” I said. I spent a few minutes caressing her and kissing her. Then I led her to the stage. I was going for something fairly simple, but I thought it would be dramatic. I had black fabric spread all over a step unit that had five steps. I pulled it up at the back so it made a full backdrop. Then I spread a piece of red fabric over the top of the stairs and positioned Kathleen on it in several poses until I got the one I wanted and switched to the 4x5.

I spent some time after I’d carried Kathleen to the dressing room, just holding her and kissing her and petting her. It was more a time of reassurance to her that our relationship hadn’t changed because she wanted to test out being a slave. We stopped short of making love in the dressing room, but both had a very satisfactory conclusion to our session.

My second client for the day was Ariel Barnhart. She was in Love’s Labour’s Lost and would be appearing in the upcoming production of Everyman. By comparison to everything I’d been through with models this summer, her session was calm and quiet while still being as sexy as hell.

Wednesday, I had two of my favorite models. Adrienne and Anna were spending the day together and both came in to have new photos done. It was a really fun time and I was happy to get a new photo of Anna out of the deal.

It looked like she and Adrienne were having a good time palling around for the day and I didn’t expect Anna home that evening. It was one of the very few times, though, that I’d had both Anna and Adrienne naked in my arms at the same time. That was especially nice.

Thursday morning, Tiffany Logan came in for her photo session. Once again, feeling just a little of the rush to get all slides in by that afternoon, I might not have taken quite as much time with her as I normally would. She was a lovely woman and very pliable in my hands. She seemed to have a lot of joy in just being touched, and when I got the photo I wanted, I spent some time in the dressing room just giving her a full massage. I hadn’t thoroughly massaged anyone in quite some time. I forgot how wonderful a woman’s body feels under my hands when I am just kneading her muscles and oiling her skin. I didn’t attempt to give her a happy ending but she left the studio wobbling a little bit.

And then there was Jane. She was as much a fixture in the theatre community this year as we were. She and Peter were often at the post-performance parties. They’d hosted a few parties at Damien and Kathleen’s house. It was no surprise that she was invited to attend the photo party, but to do that, she needed a new photo.

“I don’t know, Nate. Have I really lost the weight from the baby? You know, his birth weight wasn’t as much as Alex’s, but I still felt stretched all out,” she complained.

I answered by removing all her clothes and inspecting her closely. All over. She giggled as I caressed her and sighed when I kissed her.

“Jane, sweetheart, please don’t get any thinner. You are a beautiful woman and would be just as beautiful if you weighed ten more pounds,” I said.

“I’ve always believed that you can never be too rich or too thin,” she said. “In my head, I know you are right, but when I look at myself, I can’t help but think I’m getting too fat.”

I turned her toward the mirror and stood beside her.

“Do you see these?” I asked, running my fingers down her ribs.

“Yes.”

“You shouldn’t. Not unless you are a racing greyhound. Honey, you need to have enough body weight that you have the energy to keep up with our little boy. You only think he’s a lot of work now. When he starts walking, you’ll start running. Better get in shape for it.”

“You’ll really ... um ... you know...”

“Love you? I do and I always will, Jane.”

“You do? I was going to say ‘want me.’ But you love me?”

“And want you. And I plan to show you that as soon as we get your new photo.”

“Oh, Nate. I love you, too.”

That might have been more profession than we were ready to deal with, so we went straight to the stage and I started positioning her and snapping photos. I tried a couple of artistic backgrounds and finally settled on one in rich blues with a lamplit pathway.

I picked Jane up and carried her to the dressing room where I held her and petted her and kissed her. Before long, I was also undressed and our naked bodies were moving together in an age-old dance. I remembered a condom or we’d have been starting a sibling for James. I knew now, though, that we would do that in the next year. Jane was passionate and welcoming. I slid into her smoothly and easily, both of us sighing with contentment at our joining.

Jane had a rather reserved English demeanor, but when we were making love, her ardor broke through. She wasn’t terribly vocal, but her kisses and movements convinced me she was completely in sync with my own lust for her. Her orgasm came in a series of short gasps accompanied by the pulsing of her pussy. That brought me along with her as I filled the condom.

“I need to run film down to Dave’s to get it out for overnight processing,” I said, when we’d lain there for several minutes to recover our breath. “I hate to get up and leave this wonderful embrace.”

“What if I’m still here when you get back?” she asked. “Would that be okay?”

“You might be more comfortable upstairs in our bed than here on the sofa.”

“I’ll talk to your wives and see if I’m welcome tonight. I might have to offer them all ... you know ... a little reward.”

“I believe Ronda is off with Adrienne. I’m pretty sure Anna and Patricia will welcome you. With or without rewards.”

I dressed and ran the week’s film down to Dave. He had the motorcyclist waiting and in just a few minutes, the film was on the way to London for processing. The rest of my weekend was going to be filled with darkroom time.

After tonight. I had a feeling my night was going to be filled with me filling Jane.

Friday morning, the transparencies arrived at Dave’s about ten and we were all surprised when he delivered them to me at the studio. Usually, he just called and I went to pick them up.

“Well, I’ve got some more help at the store this year,” he said. “Thought I’d take the opportunity to drop in and see your operation if you don’t mind. I’ve heard rumors of a big party to unveil the women of the Stratford Festival next week.”

“I don’t think the women have been trying to keep it a secret,” I laughed. “I understand they’ve rented the party room at the Boar’s Head. I’ve only photographed fifteen if my records are correct. Plus five of my own, but I understand there are far more expected at the party.”

“You showed me a few of the transparencies. I’d love to see your Cibachrome process. I’m still sending all our color transparency work down to London, but we’re doing quite a lot of color negative and printing work.”

“Anna’s been hustling the prints down to the frame shop for matting as quickly as we get them prepared, so I’ve got a dozen here all ready for display,” I said. We went to the table and I pulled out the 12x15 prints I’d finished.

“How are you doing these backgrounds? You aren’t overprinting these, eh?”