He spoke, in a soft voice.
“I hope we haven’t shocked you my dears! If I didn’t know you good people so well we may have warned you earlier. You know everyone here where we’re going tonight, so I assume you’re all interested in a bit of harmless fun. I brought costumes for everybody and my hope is that you would be gracious enough to allow me to dress you and lead you in to the show tonight. If you are all in agreement I would be honoured to be your ‘Master’ for the evening. I won’t be offended if this doesn’t appeal to all of you but you will find me a kind and generous man, used to having my way.” He paused while we took in his words. “With your agreement of course.”
We all looked at each other, dumbstruck and in partly in shock, searching for the right words to reply.
“Would you punish us without marking us if we deserve it, Sir?” I eventually stammered. My excitement at the prospect of accepting Kent as our Master for the evening was showing in a very Freudian way. “I mean–”
Kent interrupted with a wry smile
“I would never do anything without your agreement, and I will always respect what ever you all decide.” He said, sincerely. “You have all pleased me and my friends enormously, so far. Please let me know what you decide over dinner.” He paused to allow us to speak. We were all still in shock and stood there dumbfounded. Kent spoke again to reassure us.
“Whatever your decision, it will never affect our business relationship one way or the other. I will still help and guide you and I hope that we can keep this meeting strictly personal, with no hard feelings either way.” Kent qualified his proposal.
Cathy looked at me and Des, then at Ken, all approving.
“Yes Sir, we all agree. Would it please you if we all sat down to dinner now. I’m starving!” She chuckled audaciously.
Kent smiled and indicated our places at the table, taking my shoulder gently and guiding me to the place he had set for me. Margaret sat next to me and we all spoke while Monique served our dinner, smiling serenely and paying special attention to Ken and Des as she dutifully attended to their needs. For tonight at least, as Kent would allow, I gathered that she would be happy to serve them sexually. She didn’t need to remind Ken that she had lusted after him and my husband, Des.
We spent the next hour getting to know Kent a lot more intimately, with everybody in the room apparently happy with the turn of events. After dinner Margaret gave Cat and I new costumes that she had designed in the master bedroom and helped us into them while the men talked and Monique served their liquid needs, still naked.
She called Rick in to do our makeup while she got into her own chosen apparel. Rick had always been professional in his handling of our body makeup. His fingers lingered on this occasion, as he adjusted our clitoral rings, adding gold chain and attaching the chain to our costumes. As always, his touch was gentle but there was a much more personal feel to the way he touched our bodies that I found far more exciting. He clipped emerald attachments on to our nipple rings, his fingers lingering again over our erect nipples, stimulating them even more. He smiled, finally surveying his handy work and calling Monique in for her costume.
We walked back out to where the men were talking, almost orgasmic as the chain tugged on our engorged clits delightfully reminding us of the growing wetness between our legs.
“You will be allowed the opportunity to clean up on the way, my little doves! I’m aware of your needs and wouldn’t embarrass you.” Kent said softly.
“Rick and Ken will bring the convertible and Des will drive the Limo when we drive to Taylor’s Ridge tonight. If you agree, I will ride with Des in the front and you ladies can stay in the back of the Lincoln with Margaret and Monique.” Then in a sharper even more authoritative tone. “Do you agree!”
“Yes Sir!” We answered in unison as we came alongside him, walking in small steps to relieve the approaching orgasms that were nearly overwhelming both of us by this time. This night promised to be the most deliciously exciting night of our lives as both Cat and I began to shudder with the first orgasmic wave. We still had not felt Kent’s touch. His soothing voice and Des’s obvious pride in the way we were dressed and made up sufficient to orgasm without shame, just imagining the evening ahead.
On the way over to the club we talked to Margaret and Monique in the comfort of the limousine as it noiselessly sped toward Taylor’s Ridge, feeling the warm air circulating around my exposed genitals. Margaret instructed us on ways to please Kent by keeping our knees twelve inches apart and our skirts, if we wore any, up when we sat so that our we could feel the upholstery on our naked bottoms. We had already discussed the ‘Story of O.’ and Kent had used that scenario often when he took her and Monique out socialising. He was mindful of our concerns regarding disease and always checked out any potential partners before exposing his ladies to any risky situation. For many years they hadn’t shared their lives with anyone else.
“I hope you ladies don’t mind sharing your sexual favours with us?” She asked, unexpectedly. “It’s better to get that out in the open, Don’t you agree?”
Cat was overjoyed, her eyes shone and her body radiated with warmth as she realised that we were being welcomed into Margaret’s family for expanded sexual play. We had all discussed the possibility but the reality was almost overwhelming. Kent was an experienced Master and we looked forward to pleasing him, more now than ever before.
I looked at Cat and answered her with a nod.
“I was hoping you would ask, Margaret” I said softly. “You don’t know how often I was close to asking you and Kent lately but I thought I might be misreading your interest in us. We all talked about it and we would love to get a bit closer if that’s what you have in mind.”
Over the forty minute drive Cat and I learned that Margaret and Monique had been pierced for many years and were now able to take out their jewellery for longer periods of time at will, but Kent and Rick preferred them to decorate their bodies when they were alone or in appropriate situations. Margaret had designed a complete new range of apparel that was crafted, as ours was tonight, to maximise the sexual sensations beyond mere exhibitionism. Cat and I already discovered that at the bungalow, earlier in the evening. The outfit design that I wearing tonight put stiff upward pressure on my breasts and the chain attached to the corset stimulated my clitoris with every single movement of my body. It accentuated my sexuality whilst exposing my private parts in a way that none of her previous designs had.
Margaret unlocked Monique with a small golden key and extracted the padlocked device. Monique shook with excitement at her intimate touch, closed her eyes and groaned in ecstasy. She began to shudder.
“You should never be ashamed to demonstrate the way my designs affect your body.” Margaret was saying as if she was reading my thoughts. “Orgasm brings a glow to a woman’s complexion that mere makeup cannot simulate. Your body looks exciting and vital, glowing and desirable, a true celebration of womanhood.” She indicated toward Monique. “See what I mean!”
Cat was listening intently as Margaret instructed us not to be embarrassed, but proudly demonstrate the delights of wearing Kent’s Creations apparel to the envious spectators. She told me that our modelling of last years line had demonstrated our unique ability to convey the desirability of her designs. Both she and Monique had seen this at our last showing at the boutique but had slipped away before the show finished, on Kent’s instructions.
It felt strange, sitting at traffic lights practically naked and right alongside of other traffic. We were watching people that often seemed to be looking directly at us, safe in the knowledge that nobody could see the interior of the limousine with it’s one way glass windows. The centre glass panel was raised obscuring the view ahead and we couldn’t hear any conversation between Kent and Des. We were feeling more confident by the time the car drew up to park next to a three story building in a darkened side street.
The men all went inside as we waited in the warm comfortable interior of the plush passenger compartment, tension building as Cat and I shifted nervously. Rick opened the door and climbed in to adjust our costumes and makeup and help us into the high heeled shoes that he brought for us to wear. Cat and I were blindfolded, and the older ladies assisted and led us out of the car. Kent already knew of the additional anticipation of danger that thrilled both of us so, prior to the showings at the boutique. He enjoyed the dramatic effects on our bodies when we were unable to see the audience prior to those shows.
Tonight we all gasped, as the cold night air stimulated our naked breasts and pubic regions and we were led into the foyer. Kent had insisted that our coats were left at his home, correctly sensing that this would add to the thrill and drama of the occasion. Cat and I were more used to walking in these high heeled shoes and carefully, taking small dainty steps, made our way inside.
There were voices, both male and female audible now and I gripped Cat’s arm sensing her nervous terror. We knew we were being looked over by unknown spectators. There is alway’s a sense of dread and extreme vulnerability in being observed so intimately whilst naked and blindfolded. Even Des and Ken knew this, from the last show that Ken had arranged in the city. The foyer area was cold and I could sense that it was a large atrium with stairs either side as I could hear footsteps descending on either side of the room. The muted conversations were becoming much louder as we stood, waiting for exposure toward an even larger unknown audience.