Chapter 21: A Coming-out Party

The following week was almost a whirlwind of activity at the office. My new staff all seemed to really like their jobs, and were both energetic and brilliantly competent at them. With the departure of the one unruly note, the rest of them almost seemed to be coming out of their shells and wanting to demonstrate how good they were.

I, for one, was reveling in the energy of the group. The flow of ideas coming from them was making my job very easy. I almost didn’t have to manage them; I only needed to make an occasional suggestion, or ask a question, and suddenly there were plans and procedures in place and all kinds of work being done. Two of the staff came to me to ask about opportunities in the new HR group, and to suggest ways to get the ball rolling on the abuse prevention plan.

That allowed me to cash in my bet with John, and the two of us had a glorious lunch at my favourite Italian restaurant, all out of his pocket. He accepted the loss with good grace, and I told him how much I admired the work he had done in getting the amazing people in his group. “You’ve made my job a lot easier by getting those fabulous people, and they all seem to really like and respect each other. Thank you for that.”

“No big deal. I got very lucky in the hiring, but I look upon it as simply providing you with the raw materials. What happens next is totally up to you.”

“It will be a challenge. I’m hoping I’m up to it.”

“Not to worry. I’m sure you are, and I know Ken thinks the same way.”

John’s farewell party was a few days later, and I got a chance to give him a big hug and wish him well with the new branch office. “At least you won’t be completely gone, so I’ll still get a chance to pick your brain on occasion.”

He laughed and said, “Yeah, like you’ll need that. I’ve already had half your staff, meaning half my old staff, come and tell me how much they like working for you. You’ve got them all bewitched, and I know it’s for the good.” He laughed again as he turned to head out the door and give me a friendly wave.

As the weekend neared, Dani seemed to have something on her mind. She was a little quieter than usual, and seemed a bit withdrawn. I tried to ask what was bothering her, but she brushed me off and wouldn’t talk. I wasn’t sure if it was about us, or about the bar, but she still held me tight when we went to bed, so I could only assume that things between us were good.

However, things seemed to take a turn Saturday afternoon. As usual I was naked in her apartment above the bar, and she suddenly said, “You need a shave. Get in the bathroom.”

Her voice allowed for no room to argue, and I automatically answered, “Yes, Mistress,” as that seemed to be the kind of mood she was in. She was in the bathroom ahead of me, laying out a towel on the counter and heating a washcloth in the sink. I sat up on the counter and spread my legs, anticipating what was coming, but also hoping it might lead to something else.

The shaving seemed to be taking more time than usual, as she was being very careful to make sure that my pussy was smooth as glass. She actually shaved me, then lathered me up and shaved me again, something she had never done. I could see that there really was something on her mind, something that seemed to really be bothering her.

After she had finished shaving me and cleaned the lather off, she simply said, “Shower!” Once again, the tome of voice brooked no argument, so I climbed into the shower and started soaping up, half expecting her to join me. We normally always showered together, but this time I was on my own.

I decided I had better not linger. I was actually a little afraid that I had done something wrong. The way Dani was acting made me feel like I was back in the barn and about to get more than one punishment stroke. I washed as fast as I could, avoiding getting my hair wet, then rinsed off and got out. Dani wasn’t even waiting to dry me, something she usually insisted on as it gave her another excuse to feel me up and make me purr.

As soon as I was dry, I went into the bedroom and found her laying out things on the bed. Some of those things included a collar and cuffs, so whatever was about to happen to me was being done with me as a slave. She picked up the collar first, and held it out. I lifted my hair out of the way and bent my head so she could fasten it around my neck. I was surprised when she spun me around and I heard her fumbling at the back of the collar, then heard a click. She had locked it on me! She had never done that before.

When she turned me back around, she must have seen the concern in my eyes, because she took my head in both of her hands and pulled me toward her, kissing me firmly on the lips. She pulled back slightly and quietly said, “Whatever happens, remember how much I love you.”

In some ways, the way she said that scared me even more than hearing the lock click on the collar. I really started to wonder what was about to happen to me. A thought pushed its way to the front of my mind that somehow tonight I was going to be put on exhibition again, either at the club, or even somewhere else. What was going on?

She knelt to help me into a pair of sneakers, and to fasten the ankle cuffs on my legs, then stood to do my wrists. When those cuffs were in place, she pulled my hands behind my back and clipped them together, so I was now helpless to stop anything else.

When she was finished with me, she pulled on a denim miniskirt and a thin tank top. I noticed that she hadn’t put on any panties, and she was bare under the tank top. Her nipples were making obvious points in the top, and her beautiful breasts were obviously free under the thin material. It was unusual to see Dani in a skirt, but I didn’t even raise an eyebrow about it, not wanting to cause any more stress in what was already an odd situation.

She came to stand in front of me, and looked at me intensely, going from head to toe and back. She raised a hand to the side of my face in a tender gesture, then slowly moved it over my body, caressing a breast, running it over my ribs and abdomen, and finally over my very smooth mound and ending by cupping my pussy. She gave it a little squeeze and I could feel that I was a bit wet already. She held her hand in place for just a moment, then moved it away without her usual touch on my labia or my clit.

Her next move was to pick up something from the bed and drape it around my shoulders. It was a long cape, and she actually fastened it to my collar at the top. There were a few snaps down the front, but I could tell that if I walked too fast it would likely fly open and expose my nudity to the world. The final touch was to attach a leash to the ring in the front of my collar.

I guessed that, wherever we were going, it was now time to leave. With the cape covering me, I thought that our destination was not going to be the bar downstairs, but somewhere else. She led me to the stairs, and held one arm as we descended, finally turning us to the rear exit from the bar, where she usually parked her car.

More surprises happened when we got there. First, she made me get into the back seat, and not up front beside her. Then, after buckling me in, she produced a sleep mask and pulled it over my head, blindfolding me quite effectively. Throughout all of this, she didn’t say a word.

We drove for about half an hour, turning several times and sometimes driving at highway speeds, then seemingly back in a residential area. I had no idea where we might be, but I knew it wasn’t the farm, as the driving pattern had been all wrong for that. We finally arrived at our destination, and parked.

Dani came around to help me out of the car, but left the blindfold in place and took my arm to guide me as I walked. She was also holding the leash as I could feel the occasional tug at my neck. We crossed what seemed to be a paved lot, then she guided me up a flight of stairs, and finally through a door.

She let go of my arm and took a short lead on my leash, using that to move me down a long hallway. I thought I could hear the sounds of people, and my ears gave me the impression of being in a large room, but without eyes I couldn’t confirm anything. All of that ended a moment later when we entered what seemed to be a smaller room.

Dani left me standing for a minute or two, and I could hear her moving things around, but she still wouldn’t tell me what was happening. Another moment later, she started removing the cape, and then detached it from my collar. Once again, I was naked, but with the blindfold I had no way of knowing whether anyone else could see me. She put the cape aside, then came back to take me by the arms.

She guided me a distance of a foot or two, and I felt something at the backs of my knees. She pushed down on my shoulders, and I started to sit down, realizing that I must be against a chair, or some kind of low table. As I moved onto it, I could feel a back with my hands, so I knew it was a chair. It felt like some kind of straight-backed wooden chair.

Dani reached behind me to unclip my wrists, then put my arms behind the back of the chair and clipped them to something behind it. The chair and I were now prisoners of each other. I felt her hands on my legs, moving my feet around, and removing my sneakers. A couple of clicks sounded and I realized that she had fastened my ankle cuffs to the front legs of the chair. I now was really a prisoner of the chair.

Her next move puzzled me. I could feel her reaching under the chair, and I could both hear and feel something happening underneath me. There were clunks and mechanical noises, but again without eyes I couldn’t tell what was happening. After a moment, the noises ceased and she stood up, then reached around me to put her hands on my hips and pull me forward a little.

I felt something against my pussy, and she continued to pull me forward until the pressure increased. My pussy was firmly up against something that seemed to have a little give to it; it felt like some kind of semi-soft ball. I had no idea what it could be. Before I could move back away from whatever it was, she shoved a cushion or a thick pad behind me, between my back and the chair. I now had no room to move and my pussy was firmly against whatever the thing was.

She stepped away, and seemed to be studying me for a moment, then what I thought what was the cape was draped over me. This time it felt like the cape was on backward, as it seemed to be completely covering my front, and was open in the back; I could feel air movement over my back, but not my front.

The situation got weird again when she moved behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. When she pushed, we started moving across the room, and I realized that the chair had wheels on it. We moved a fair distance, and I was sure I could hear the sounds of people again, but they were very muted, and the room got very quiet as we entered. Once again, I got the impression that it was a large room, but I still couldn’t see anything. She pushed me far enough that I thought we must be in the centre of the room. When we stopped, I felt her kick one of the wheels, then she moved away. I sat there, wondering where we were, whether there were people watching me, and why I was tied to a chair and both blindfolded and covered.

I began to find out what was happening a moment later. The thing against my pussy started to vibrate! I gave a small cry of surprise when it first began to move. It wasn’t vibrating very hard or very fast, but that changed a few seconds later. It was now being very insistent and I knew if it kept up that I would come from the stimulation. The size of the thing was such that it covered most of me from my clit down to my opening, and I could tell that the lips of my pussy were open and nearly wrapping around it. It was already having an effect on me and I couldn’t help the low moan that escaped from my mouth.

Somebody seemed to take that as a cue, because the cape got removed and I was now naked in a room with a vibrator wedged against my pussy. I heard noises around me, including a few gasps and I now knew for certain that there were people watching me. I was about to be the central attraction in what amounted to be a live sex show.

I did my best to ignore the constant buzzing against my most sensitive parts. I figured that Dani had set me up for this as some strange part of my slave training. I had already been exhibited to any number of people in sexual situations, so this was one more of those. A little odder than some of the others, but I had no control over things.

Neither did I have any control over the effect the vibrator was having. As much as I tried to put it out of my mind, the truth was that the vibration against my clit was sending me toward an orgasm. It was going to be a big one, I could already tell that. My breathing was already getting ragged and I moaned again, louder and deeper this time.

I tried to move away from the vibrator, but that proved impossible. I couldn’t back away because there was no room to move, I couldn’t lift up because of the way my ankles and wrists had been fastened to the chair. All I ended up doing was rattling my restraints against the chair.

I wondered if the vibrator would shut off before I got to come, teasing me and making me want to come but not giving me the satisfaction. I was getting very close to the edge of the cliff. So close. So close. Would it stop? Please. Please don’t stop. Please!

Starbursts went off behind my eyes as the orgasm hit. I yelled with the strength of it, my whole body quaking as the tremors went through me. I heard roaring in my ears as the blood moved through and then cheering and clapping as my hearing came back. I really was the centre of attention! They were all waiting to see me come!

As I relaxed back into myself I realized that the vibrator was still going, just as strongly as it had been. I could feel my body climbing into a second orgasm very quickly. I had a fleeting thought that they might turn the vibrator off since they had already seen me come, and then the second orgasm crashed into me and I yelled and tensed once more. I heard more cheering and more applause. Someone yelled, “That’s two!” and someone else called out, “Let’s see how much more she’s got!”

I felt pretty boneless as I recovered, but the vibrator wasn’t giving me a chance to catch my breath. As the third orgasm started, the vibrator’s pulses got even stronger; someone had turned it up a notch. The extra power sent me into a chain reaction of orgasms, one crashing on top of the next. I don’t know how many times I came, or whether it was just one never-ending orgasm, but it went on and on for long moments and I dimly felt like my legs were wet.

What I couldn’t see was that I was now squirting with each orgasm, and the crowd was using those as the way to count my orgasms. I heard louder cheers and various voices yelling out catcalls, but after one particularly strong orgasm my world faded away to blackness and I lost consciousness.

I didn’t know what happened in the next little while. When I came to, I could feel I was wrapped in a blanket and being held by someone. I hoped it was Dani, but I still had the blindfold on so I couldn’t see. When I started to stir, the arms around me tightened, and Dani spoke quietly in my ear, “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Relax.”

I tried to say something, but all that came out was a croak. She said, “I’m going to take the blindfold off, but keep your eyes closed. Open them slowly, and then I’ll get you something to drink.” I felt the sleep mask being slid up over my forehead and could distinguish light through my closed eyelids. I followed Dani’s instructions and only cracked them slightly open. Even that was almost enough to blind me; I knew I’d have to wait for a minute for my eyes to readjust.

I felt Dani moving around, and then felt something against my lips. I realized it must have been a straw at the same time as Dani said, “Just take small sips.” The water was cold and felt great as it wet my mouth and slid down my throat. I took another mouthful and swished it around before I swallowed it, making sure my mouth was no longer dry.

I risked opening my eyes a little wider, and I could finally start to distinguish the contents of the room. It was quite large, and there were a number of odd pieces of furniture scattered around. I saw one that was a large X-shape; oddly enough there were cuffs and chains hanging from it and I realized it was for restraining someone in a spreadeagle, probably to whip them, or display them.

The most shocking part of what I could see was the number of people in the room; there were at least twenty-five people, all of them women. Some of them were naked, or were only wearing leather harnesses. Some were on their knees beside other women; I guessed that I was looking at mistress and slave pairs. Of course, I was also naked and beside my mistress, so I wasn’t an exception in this group.

I noticed that a lot of the women were looking at me, and many of them smiled as I looked around and made eye contact. I guess I must have put on quite a show for them. I finally turned so that I could see Dani. I felt her arm tighten around me. When I could look her in the eye, she asked, “How are you? Okay now?”

I nodded, then asked, “What was all this about? Is this some kind of secret club of mistresses and their slaves?”

Dani chuckled and squeezed me a little. “Well, yeah, but it’s not all that secret. And it’s not just about mistresses and slaves. A lot of the girls who look like slaves really aren’t; they just like to play a little. For that matter, you’re only a slave because you wanted to learn, but I already know you won’t be one forever.”

“Well, since I’m naked and collared and I just put on some kind of show for everyone, I’d say that pretty much makes me a slave.”

“Point taken, but it is kind of only for tonight. This does pretty much end your slavery.”

Oddly enough, I felt a pang of some kind go through me as I heard Dani’s words. I had become so used to being her slave that being told it was over threw me for a loop. She must have felt me tense up for her hold on me tightened again, and she looked at me with a question on her face.

I struggled a bit to get an arm out from the blanket I was wrapped in and reached up to pull her head to me so our noses weren’t more than an inch or two apart. “This is really it? What happens now?”

She smiled at me, very tenderly and caressed the side of my face, then pulled me the last inch and kissed me softly. She backed up that same inch, and quietly said, “Yes, after tonight, you’re no longer a slave. This is kind of a coming-out party, as you’ve now been officially introduced to a lot of my friends.”

I gave her a crooked grin. “So, this was my initiation into the world of carpet munchers and pussy-eaters? How many of them do I have to do to get full patch-wearing membership?”

I could see the twinkle in her eyes as she said, “Well, if you really want I could put you on your back and they can all come and kneel over your face to see just how good your tongue really is.”

“Since I’m still a slave, I really wouldn’t have any say in the matter.”

Just then, a naked and collared woman came up and said, “My Mistress commands that I should taste the squirter, and perhaps get my face wet. If you would permit it, Mistress?”

Dani’s answer was to pull the blanket off of me, and grab the thigh closest to her, spreading me for the slave who was now kneeling in front of me. Before I could even open my mouth, the slave’s tongue was licking me from my perineum to my clit and my head snapped back at how good it felt. After everything I had already been through, I didn’t know if there was another orgasm in me, but the slave seemed determined to make me come.