Disclaimer

All the characters in this story are real (with the obvious exception of my avatar Gillian), the events are fictional but are representative of their attitudes to sex.

The four friends from a UK sixth form college are now thankfully all 18: the eldest Rachael was 18 last year in November and highly submissive - her favourite porn being breast suspension, red-headed Molly was born on Valentine’s Day in 2003, and now a complete Domme.

Nicky (8th December 2002) has a very interesting relationship with her 30-year-old step-mum Steph, sunbathing naked whenever and wherever possible and playing nude ping pong with her step-sister Nat.

I know less of Chloe except for the clue from her xhamster name was ‘chloeeatscum’ and her birthday is 25th March.

In this bizarre parallel world of erotic literature, they have to pretend they never even thought about sex until their 18th birthdays - receiving the keys to the virtual chastity belts that they have worn since puberty.

To quote from the Writer’s Guidelines: this includes but is not limited to talking explicitly about sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fantasising, masturbation, and graphic sexualised descriptions, in addition to actual sexual intercourse.

Irrespective of the Age of Consent being 16 here in the UK, for all forms of sexual activity: straight, lesbian, gay, bi etc none of the friends were actually still virgins at the time of the party, but we were not allowed to mention that fact.

From the photograph, I should guess that my avatar Gillian is at least 25 and willing to try absolutely anything for an orgasm.

March 2021, Stockbridge The gorgeous courier waited patiently on the doorstep for 10 minutes whilst Molly finished the morning whipping session on her mother Justy’s back and arse.

The huge brown parcel addressed to Domme Moll Miller just bore a discrete red label ‘Heavy - steel cage - not for human use’.

“Sorry Miss - it’s very heavy,” panted Gillian, slowly recovering from the effort of lifting it out of the plain white van and carrying it down the path, “could you give me a hand?”

Molly could already see the sweat glistening between Gillian’s pert breasts inside the open fake courier uniform, “Red will help, then I want you both inside it, naked.”

My dusky, highly submissive, avatar Gillian licked her lips - this was the best part of delivering sex toys - you get to have sex with the client nearly every trip, but this was the first time she had met a teenage Domme.

Mistress Moll pushed Gillian back against the wall and kicked her feet apart, grabbing a handful of damp pussy under the short blue denim skirt, “Perhaps I’ll just have you here on the doorstep - get down on your knees, bitch.”

Gillian’s open mouth was smashed into the crotch of Moll’s skin-tight red leather shorts as she fought for breath - this birthday gift delivery from David was all going too fast.

Later, Red helped Gillian struggle the heavy flat-packed cage upstairs; Moll followed the two subs, slapping their butt plugs and lashing all exposed flesh whenever they stopped to moan.

The playroom was in near-darkness when the subs stumbled inside, on hands and knees, then spotted a dark-haired teenager strapped to an X frame on the far wall.

Red shot forward, removing the ball gag from Rachael’s mouth, “Baby I had no idea you were here already - the birthday orgy isn’t until this evening.”

Rachael was naked except for a covid face mask, heavily roped breasts and several electro-stimulation pads, strategically stuck to her inner thighs.

Then she spotted my naked avatar, “Why are you pretending to be a delivery driver - get me out of here, and what on earth is in that box?”

“Sorry babe - it’s more than my job’s worth to release you - just hang in there while I assemble this cage, otherwise my arse is toast too.”

As their eyes got used to the light levels, it became clear that Rachael was only loosely tied to the St Andrew’s Cross; most of her weight being supported on the bulbous anal hook fixed to the centre and buried deep in her arse. The electro-stimulation control box was set for low-level shocks every 20 seconds, directly into the vaginal probe, making her flinch, but never allowed to climax.

Preparations for the party had been meticulous - the specially selected guests were instructed to park some distance away from the house and arrive individually to avoid arousing suspicion.

Moll had turned up the heating and opened several windows to ensure proper ventilation, to meet government regulations; each room had a supply of masks, gloves, hand sanitiser, condoms, flavoured lubricant and a variety of sex toys.

Everyone was required to wear masks, except when drinking and except for members of the same household: absolutely no kissing, licking or sucking any body parts above the waist.

Downstairs, Gillian handed out bright red satin bondage ropes to be fashioned as a belt to emphasise the rule at the door; Rachael’s crisscrossing hers around the dildos inserted front and back.

Nicky arrived with her dad George [50 odd] who promptly pushed Red up against the kitchen wall in complete contravention of the no face-to-face rule, whilst Nicky relaxed with a fat vibrator and a large glass of wine.