The Weekend Ch. 02 – Friday Night

Mistress led us out of the hall way into a reception room. Like the hallway, this was decorated in a very ornate, victorian, style, with heavy drapes on the windows, and low lighting, giving an ominous air. She brought us to a halt next to a dark wood table, on which stood an exquisite statuette of a chained and naked female slave, next to a couple of ball gags. Dropping the dog leads, she picked up one of the bags and fastened it into Louise’s mouth, pulling the strap tight around her head. I saw her eyes widen as the black rubber ball was pulled into her mouth, spreading her jaw are baring the whites of the teeth.

Mistress stepped behind me and forced my mouth wide as the gag was pulled in. Although we had experimented with cloth gags in our fumbling tie and tease sessions at home, I had never used anything like this before, and I was pretty sure that Louise hadn’t either. I felt my mouth start to moisten, and as I looked over at Louise I could see drool starting to drip from her mouth onto her bare breasts.

Nodding with satisfaction, Mistress picked up the dog leads and pulled across the room towards one of the door. Opening it, she lead us into a large candle-lit oak panelled sitting room. The room was floored in oak, and a fire burning in the large marble grate, the warm glow picking out the large white rug in front of it, The people in the room relaxed on a couple of large overstuffed sofas with drinks in their hands, and mellow jazz played in the background. If it wasn’t for the fact that there were two practically naked people standing in the room, handcuffed and collared at the end of a dog lead, then it could have been any suburban dinner party.

We were lead over towards a large well built man, who reclined on one of the sofas sofa, one arm draped proprietorially round a young woman who leant against him, her hand gently caressing his chest under his jacket.. He was dressed in a well cut and expensive looking suit, and he rose to his feet, gently pushing the young woman away. She was dressed in an equally expensive looking cocktail dress, the tell tale points of her breasts giving away that she was naked underneath. Her platinum hair was cut in a short spiky style, exposing a small locked collar that encircled her neck.

He approached us and started at us, one after the other. He gently ran his hand down Louise’s face, smiling at her before turning to me. His hand dropped to my aged cock and gave it a playful tap as he smiled again. Turning to the Mistress he laughed, “What a lovely pair? This is going to be a great weekend.”

The other sofa contained another couple. Like the Master, the man was wearing an expensive suit, while the woman wore similar tight leather to the Mistress, favouring a short mini skirt above her long boots. They rose to join the Master, and inspected us in silence. We stood before them gagged, like exhibits in an auction.

The three of them returned to their seats and continued to stare at us. I was wondering what was going to happen next, when I felt Mistress drop Louise’s lead and pull me over to the corner. Quietly she whispered in my ear.

“I am going to unclip your lead in a moment. There is a drinks tray on the bar in the corner, and more supplies under the counter. You are going to be our waiter for the evening, so make sure that our guests have everything they need. Go to the bar, pick up the tray, and stand there waiting. Do not move until you are summoned. If anyone wants anything, they will beckon you and tell what they need. As soon as you have served, return to your station, understand?”

She had been adjusting my cuffs while she talked and my hands were now in front of me, the chain giving another slack to be able to hold a tray and pour drinks. Nodding my understanding, I picked up the sliver tray and stood with it in my hand behind the bar, looking at the guests in front of me.

Louise remained by the fire, where the Mistress had left her to join the Master on the couch. The young woman remained sitting between them, with the Mistress gently twirling her hair in her hands. She whispered into her ear, who then pushed herself off the couch and padded over to Louise. I realised that she was barefoot, her floor length gown slit to the thigh, wafting around her as she moved.

The woman stood in front of Louise and shrugged out of the gown, which fell to the floor around her. She was naked underneath, save for a small white satin thong that clung to where and disappeared between her flawless pert buttocks., her body slim and willowy with small breasts that constructed with Louise’s fuller globes. Padding round behind she undid Louises’s gag and I saw her work her jaw to work off the inevitable stiffness. Returning back in front, the girl moved up against Louise, their breasts rubbing together, as she pulled her head towards her and kissed her full and deep on the lips. Louise’s hands were still tied behind her, but she returned the kiss with enthusiasm, and pushed in towards the girl, their breasts mashing together. The Mistress came up behind Louise and undid the connecting chain, and she grasped the girl by her hair, as the continued to snog furiously.

The girl grasped Louise’s hand and led her to the rug beside the fire, and then pulled her to the ground, gently laying hers on her back. She slid to Louise’s feet and started gently licking them, slowly moving up her legs. Reaching the top of her legs, she reached forward and nuzzled Louise’s thong with her nose, pushing the cotton into her, before lapping at the material with her tongue. Louise lay there with her ears closed, a dreamy smile on her face while the woman pleasured her. One of her hands stroked the woman’s head, while the other gently rubbed her own nipples.

Grasping the waist band of the panties with her teeth, the woman started to crawl backwards, tugging at the soft cotton. I watched as the damp material pulled free from Louise’s pussy and buttocks and started to slip down her legs. As the feet came free, the woman stood, her trophy dangling from her mouth.

The guests had been watching in silence as Louise was pleasured and undressed, the room deathly quite apart from the background jazz, and the crackling of the fire. I had stood stock still throughout, as Louise enjoyed what I was sure was her first taste of lesbian sex. The Mistress undid my gag as woman walked over to me, her trophy still in her teeth. Picking them up, she grasped my jaw with one hand, and as my mouth opened, pushed the damp material inside. I could taste Louise, the cotton was soaked with her juices, and I suspected that if looked closely enough, I would see wetness trickling down her legs.

The guests had continued watching in silence. Mistress had returned to the Master and lay against him, her hand rubbing at his lap. The other two lay back on their own couch, each of them fondling themselves. The woman had her hand inside her top as she pulled at her nipples, while the lesbian show unfolded in front of them.

No one seemed interested in drinks, so I stood in silence as the girl returned to the rug and slid down to lie own top of Louise. They kissed again, before she crawled backwards to return to her position between Louise’s legs, and lowered her head to taste her again. Louise grabbed the girl’s head with both hands and pushed her closer to her, her head thrown back as her orgasm started to build. I could only watch as I spotted the tell tale signs of her approaching climax, and then she suddenly shuddered and lay back on the floor, her hand’s still holding the girl between her legs. The girl lifted her head, and crawled up Louise’s body, lying down her in her arms as they snuggled together on the rug.

The silence was broken by the Master applauding. This was the signal for everyone to break out of their individual forever, and suddenly they were all calling for drinks. I served them as quickly as possible, replenishing wine, whisky and gin tonics as the order were shouted at me. While I rushed to serve them, the two women laid entwined on the floor, gently stroking each other, until the Mistress clapped her hands.

“Nice show ladies, now I think its time for round two. Get the cards.”

The young girl got to her feet, and grabbing her discarded dress, slipped out of the room. The Mistress waved at Louise to come to her. Louise got to her feet, and walked to stand in front of the Mistress, swaying slightly on her feet, still recovering from her orgasm. Mistress clicked her fingers and pointed to the floor, and Louise knelt down, her eyes looking up art the Mistress, who gently stroked her hair, as if she was a domestic pet.

“We are going to play a game now,” she said, in a voice that was almost gentle. “It’s our own special variation of Higher and Lower, with you as the prize.”

The young girl returned, wearing her dress again, carrying a pack of cards, a dice, and an egg timer. She pulled a low table in front of the two couples, and laid the cards face down in the classic ‘Higher and Lower’ pattern.

She turned the first card, a Three, and then looked at the other lady who call “Higher.” She turned the next car, a Two. The lady had lost so her go passed to the man. “Higher,” he repeated and so the game continued for a few minutes, passing the turn each time someone guessed correctly. The winner was the man, who picked up the dice and threw it. It landed on a four. The two couples looked expectantly at the kneeling girl who picked up a laminated card and placed it on the table.

1 – Snog

2 – Blow

3 – Fuck

4 – Spank

5 – Flog

6 – Substitute

The man beamed and sat forward on the couch. The Mistress nudged Louise with her foot, who looked bewildered. The Mistress sighed.

“It’s quite straight forward. He has won so he throws the dice to see what his prize will be. He’s thrown a Four, its ‘Spanking’, so he gets to spank you. We turn the egg timer when he starts and he keeps going until it stops, which is about a minute. It’s really very straightforward.”