My Wife’s Girl Friend Ch. 07 by laver1812

Emma untied Louises hand, gave her a single spank on the buttocks and pointed at the cage. Louise walked across, got to her knees and crawled in, gazing up at us though the bars. Emma gestured to me and I walked over and slid the lock across, trapping Louise inside.

We unpacked our cases, hanging our clothes in the wardrobe, just as if we were a couple checking into a hotel room, and then I felt Emma’s small hand in mine. Smiling, she lead me me to one of the chairs and gently pushed me down before settling herself sideways on my lap, her arm around my neck.

She leant her head towards me, and gently kissed me on the lips, a soft gentle grazing, with her tongue gently flickering across me. I started to return the kiss, but she pushed me back with a ‘shushing’ noise. As long as I sat still, she continued to gently kiss me, but she stopped and pushed me back every time I tried to respond. I could feel myself getting hard, and she paused to look down, giggling to herself. “Not yet, I’m afraid. Maybe tonight!”

Slipping off my lap she walked over to Louise, who was gazing at us from inside the cage. Reaching in to grab the dog lead, Emma pulled her face to the bars, and pushing her own face up from the other side, kissed her through the gap. “Don’t be jealous, darling,” I heard her murmur. “There will be plenty to go round for everyone tonight.”

Emma decided to leave Louise in the cage, when we went downstairs for tea. We found the Mistress in the sitting room, sitting in a chair, while Pet poured tea and served sandwiches and cake to the other guests. There were several other couples, although I didn’t recognise anyone. Emma seemed to know a couple of people, and we circulated, exchanging small talk, until I saw the Mistress get up and walk across to us. She kissed both of us, and like Pet, I felt her tongue flicking into my mouth. She spoke mostly to Emma, obviously seeing her as the dominant partner. While they were busy, I slipped over to try and chat to Pet.

I gave her a quick hug, not really sure of the etiquette. “I’m really pleased to see you..” I started, before she stopped me with a raised hand.

“I’m really glad you are here as well. I’m not one of the slaves tonight, so we might be able to spend some time together later. I hope Louise is ready for what is going to happen. Check that she has her safe word written on the back of her collar, things might get a bit intense.”

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek before moving away, so I went back to Emma. She told me that we had to be ready and changed by 6, so it might be time to go back to the room. I saw her pick up a half eaten sandwich from a plate as we walked out and back up the stairs.

Louise was lying on her side in the cage. Emma went across and dropped the sandwich on the floor next to her. “You might not get anything to eat tonight, so I brought you this, just in case.” While Louise stretched out to try and eat the left overs off the floor, Emma added, “perhaps I should clarify that. You might not get to eat much food tonight!”

Emma went into the bathroom to start getting ready and I sat in a chair, idly watching my wife locked in her cage, wondering what the night would bring. I was very conscious of the fact that Emma had been explicit about slaves being available for anyone. Would I have to watch as Louise was passed round?

Emma came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and gestured for me to go in. When I came out, she was changed and ready to go. She looked fantastic. Her face was beautifully made up, and she was wearing a sheer cocktail dress that cling to her body, and plunged at the back to the top of her buttocks. If she was wearing anything at all underneath, it must have been the very tiniest of thongs. Her small pert breasts pressed against the front of the dress, with her nipples clearly out-lined underneath. I could see why Louise had fallen for her, and was prepared to do anything for her.

I put on my dinner jacket, shirt and trousers, and stood beside her, looking at our reflection the mirror. I had to admit awe made an elegant pair, ready for an up market cocktail party.

Emma let Louise out of the cage, and she stood quietly beside us. I quickly checked her collar, and was pleased to say that, although it said “Emma’s Bitch'” on the front, there was her safe word clearly written on the back. Emma whispered something in her ear, and Louise nodded before going into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush before she came out, and realised that she had quickly touched up the subtle make up on her face. Emma put a cuff around each of Louise’s wrists, and joined them in front, with a short chain, pulling her hair into a pony tail, and finally clipping the lead onto her collar. “Ready?” She asked me, and then lead the way, Louise padding along behind her behind her.

I could hear the conversation of the other guests as I came down the stairs, arm in am with Emma,. As we reached the bottom, a waitress gave the two us a glass of champagne, and we stepped into the sitting room. I remembered the party I had been to before, there was the same bar in the corner, and a couple of waitresses circulating with drinks. They had the same brief uniforms, the tiny skirts skimming the bottom of their buttocks as they walked, and the tight tops giving tantalising glimpses of their breast. We were not the only ones with a slave, all of the other couples also had someone with them on a lead. There were a few women and at least one man, all of them naked, apart from a thong, and the obligatory collar and lead.

We all mingled with the other guests, slaves following their owners, and our drinks being refreshed as we chatted, until there was a hush as the Master and Mistress entered. They walked in hand in hand, followed by Pet, who looked fantastic. She was wearing spike heeled thing length boots that rose over her knee, topped of with the tiniest pair of tight black leather shorts that clung to every curve of her pert flawless bottom. On her top half, she had a long tailed black butler’s jacket, fastened with a single button. This was all topped off with a top hat, perched jauntily on her short spiky blond hair, and a floor engraved with ‘Pet’

Pet came over to us, and I realised that the shorts were fastened with a small padlock at the front, preventing them from being undone or removed. She took the lead from Emma, and lead Louise away, before returning and removing the rest of the slaves from their owners. When they had all gone, one of the waitresses rang a small gong, and the Mistress called, “Dinner is served!”

We followed her into the dining room, where the long table was prepared. There were name tags with our first names only, and Emma quickly found ours and we sat down together. As I put my leg under the table, I felt it nudge something, and looking underneath, found a slave, on hands and knees, looking up at me. Gasps from round the table made me realise the the other guests had found the same thing. Mistress clapped her hands, “there is one per couple, for your amusement while we eat!”

The slaves had been put at different places to their owners, and wondered wondered where Louise was right now. Emma put her hand under the table and held it there before bringing it back and smiling at me. It was wet, and I realised that the slave must have been licking it. I did the same thing, and felt the wet lips sucking and licking at my fingers before I pulled them back. “No finger bowls required tonight,” sniggered Emma. “They will suck anything you put in their mouth!”

She reached under the table again, and I saw the woman’s head appear between Emma’s legs, lifting the hem of her dress before disappearing underneath. To my other side, I saw the gentleman calmly unzip his trousers, as another head poked up to take him in her mouth. “Don’t worry,” whispered Emma, “you can have a go in a minute.”

The first course was being served, and I watched Emma calmly start to eat while the woman between her legs licked at her. After a few mouthfuls, Emma pushed her away, and then I felt a hand snaking up to unzip me. A small head bobbed up, and gently took me in her mouth, licking and sucking while I ate. I realised that timing was important if I was going to last the night, so I let her continue for a short while, before pushing her back.

The conversation was getting louder as we ate, and the flushed expressions on some of the guest’s faces suggested that they had let their slaves bring them to completion. Our slave kept swapping between us, her face getting stickier and wetter each time she came back from Emma. By the time the main course was served, the waitresses were being actively fondled as they reached across us. I saw Emma slide her hand up the short skirt of our waitress and heard the ping as she snapped the elastic of her thong. I followed her example, feeling the silly skin of the young woman as I slid my had up between her legs while she leant over me. “I bet you can’t get it off next time” whispered Emma, as the waitress left.

Perhaps it was the drink, or the gathering debauchery of the evening, but when the waitress returned to take out plates away, I slid my hand up her skirt again, feeling for the elastic of the thin string between her buttocks. Grabbing it my hand I pulled hard, feeling the girl yelp in shock as the fabric ripped. The material pulled tight between her legs as I tugged, and the girl reached down to grab it, only being stopped by Emma’s outstretched hand.

“Ours, I think, ” she hissed, as Pet hurried over.

“Sorry madam,” Pet apologised, grabbing the waitress by the arm and marching her out. We heard the short sharp slaps before Pet reappeared with her a few moments later “I’m sorry, madam,” whispered the girl, her eyes wet.

“Thats ok darling, “smiled Emma, and pulling the girl’s face to her, kissed her gently on the lips before sending her away with a light swat on her bottom. I still had the thong in my hand, and Emma reached for it.

“Something to add to my trophies!”