“Do my tits look big in this?”
Olwen turned around from the full length mirror and faced Phillipa, who was lying on their bed. Phillipa’s eyes lit up as she took in the full body leather harness that Olwen was wearing.
“Fuck, sweetie. You look magnificent!” she said sincerely. “I love the way those straps make your tits sit up, and they show off your cunt to perfection! You look a right dominant bitch!”
“Then my work here is done,” smiled Olwen. “Come on, get your beautiful arse in gear! We’re due downstairs to meet Glenda’s parents. I heard them arriving some time ago. “
Phillipa got up reluctantly from the soft, warm bed. She looked at the outfit Olwen had put out for her.
“Really?” she said, arching her eyebrows.
Olwen grinned.
“Listen,” she said in her Dominant Mistress voice,”either you wear what I’ve laid out for you and you get fucked, or you refuse to wear it and I’ll fuck someone else tonight! The choice is yours.”
Phillipa picked up the sheer, black stockings and rolled them on her legs. The elasticated tops ensured she didn’t need a suspender belt. She put on the pair of “fuck-me” high heeled shoes and fastened the straps around her ankles. Wordlessly, Olwen passed her two tiny padlocks, which she clicked onto each buckle. She stood up, and realised that the shoes made her stand, and presumably walk, at an angle which showed her tits and her arse off perfectly.
“I’ll need some help with this, please,” she said, picking up a leather choker with the title “Pet” on it.
Olwen took it from her and fastened it around her throat. When she had finished, she reached around and cupped Phillipa’s tits in both hands.
“You are mine, my darling, but I don’t mind if you play with others tonight,” she said softly. “Just remember to come back to my bed when the party’s over.”
Phillipa turned her head to face Olwen for a kiss.
“I love you, Olwen” she said huskily, ” and I’ll never be anyone’s pet but yours.”
They went downstairs hand in hand and bumped into the Laird in the vast front hallway.
“There you both are,” he said with a smile. “I was just going to send one if the staff to get you for some early evening drinks. Glenda’s parents are here, and all the other guests are on the ferry from the mainland. So we’ll be able to get this party started as soon as they arrive.”
Kenny took them into the drawing room, and introduced them to Glenda’s parents. Cindy, her mother was a tiny woman with a gorgeous figure that was shown off perfectly by the corset she was wearing.
Apart from her black stockings which were held up by suspenders, and her corset, she was naked, so that her small pert tits and her smooth cunt were on display for all to see and admire.
Hank, Glenda’s father was a tall, well built black man. He was bare chested, displaying an impressive six pack, below which he wore a pair of tight leather trousers and cowboy boots. Cindy saw Olwen’s eyes light up, and she giggled at the surreptitious way both Phillipa and Olwen checked out his groin area.
“It’s true what they say, ladies,” she said, sounding very much like the late, great Katherine Hepburn to Phillipa’s ears. “Once you’ve gone black, never go back!”
She looked at her husband with unconcealed lust. She went on,
“When I introduced him to some of my girlfriends, they were outraged, as only people in Connecticut can be,” she said. “But now most of them can’t get enough black cock. Why, even some of their husbands enjoy Hank fucking them!”
“Glenda will be along in a minute,” Kenny said, sitting down between Cindy and Hank on a comfy looking settee. “She is just making sure that the staff are all aware of what’s expected of them. She’s taken to her role as Lady of the Isle like a duck to water.”
“Lady of the Isle!” repeated Cindy in her distinctive New England accent. “I can’t wait to tell the girls back home that my little gal has a title!”
She turned to Kenny with a smile.
“Now then, Kenny,” she said “please tell me that you’ve organised lots of cock for us gals in this party of yours. Hank and I haven’t travelled all this way just for a few fucks!”
Before Kenny could answer this, the door to the drawing room opened and Glenda came in. She was much taller than Kenny, and her willowy figure was visible to all, given that she was totally naked. She greeted everyone in the room with a kiss on the lips.
“Don’t worry on that score, Mamma,” she said with a smile. “Kenny has some very well endowed friends. The ferry has docked and as we speak, Mrs McPherson our housekeeper is settling them in upstairs. They’ll be down presently.”
She turned to her father and grinned at him.
“I hope you’re not going to be too busy tonight to pay attention to your little girl, Daddy,” she said. “The one thing I miss about living in Scotland is Daddy cock. I get plenty what with Kenny and the staff here, but you were my first, and I always love having you.”
Hank smiled and seemed about to reply when Cindy said excitedly,
“Now içel seks hikayeleri don’t you fret, baby. Your father has spoken about little else other than how he’s looking forward to fucking you this weekend. And don’t forget the rules of our special game. What Daddy puts in you, Mamma licks out!”
There was a knock on the door, and Aisha McPherson came in.
“Your guests are all in the hallway, Laird,” she said respectfully. “Some of them are very impatient to start.” She turned around and displayed a perfect handprint on her smooth, pale arse.
“The gentleman in question knows how to spank!” she continued. “I did mention that it was customary for the Laird of the Isle to start proceedings, but it seems he doesn’t give a fig for tradition. He said that in Edinburgh, they seize any opportunity and accept the consequences later!”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, Aisha,” replied Kenny. “Bring everybody in here and let the serving girls and boys serve champagne.”
He turned to his guests.
“There are too many people here to introduce everyone individually,” he said apologetically. “I suggest we mingle, and introduce ourselves. Remember, anything goes tonight. All I ask is that you respect any Owner’s right to refuse you permission to play with their submissive.”
This speech was interrupted as the door opened again and a crowd of people, most of them naked, some leading their submissives on a lead, entered the drawing room.
Kenny, being quite short, was soon lost in the crowd. He got up on a sturdy looking coffee table.
“Friends, fellow kink lovers and perverts,” he began in a loud voice, “first of all thank you for coming to help Glenda and me to celebrate our wedding anniversary. Most of you have been here before, and know the house rules. For those of you who are here for the first time, let me briefly go over them.”
Everyone in the room listened respectfully and intently.
“My staff are here to serve,” continued Kenny. “You’ll find someone who will accommodate any kink or fetish that turns you on. If you don’t find what you’re looking for, ask Aisha McPherson, my wonderful housekeeper. She’s the filthiest, most perverted member of my staff, and I can’t think of a single thing Aisha hasn’t tried, or is willing to try. She’s the tall lady over there, with the imprint of Rory Stewart’s hand on her arse!”
Everybody laughed and Mrs. McPherson blushed deeply, and acknowledged the Laird with a smile.
Kenny continued his recitation of the house rules.
“Please identify your fetish to my staff before engaging them in play,” he said. “That way, their pleasure is guaranteed too. I do want them to enjoy this party as much as my guests.”
“Also, I see some of you have brought pets and slaves with you. That’s perfectly acceptable. If you don’t want your pet or slave to play with anyone, please say so now, before we start. Limits are always respected in this house, so there are no worries on that score.”
He looked at Glenda.
“Have I forgotten anything, hen?” he asked, slipping back into his Glasgow roots vernacular.
Glenda climbed onto the coffee table beside him. She lifted up his kilt to display his very impressive cock, which twitched delightfully at the exposure.
“My husband is available to all and sundry,” she announced, which brought a loud cheer.
“There are plenty of toys in every room,” she continued. “Champagne will be served presently and you are welcome to mingle and get to know one another. Please enjoy yourselves, and have a filthy, kinky evening!”
The guests began to mingle. Olwen kissed Phillipa, and slipped a finger into her cunt as she did so. She smiled as she kissed her lovely girlfriend. Phillipa was nicely wet.
“What do you want to do, sweetie?” she asked. “Play together or separately?”
“You choose, Mistress,” replied Phillipa meekly. “You know I adore your cunt, and I’ll always worship it, and you. What do you want tonight? Cunt or cock?”
“I see no reason why I can’t have both!” grinned Olwen. “Look, there’s Danielle the cuckold, serving champagne. Let’s go and tease him for a bit. I think he needs to be introduced to some of the more dominant ladies here!”
“You seek for domination then?” said a tall, black lady, who had obviously heard only part of Olwen’s remarks. “I cannot help but hear what you are asking. I am Hildegarde from Munich. This is Kurt, my husband slave.”
“Pleased to meet you, Hildegarde,” replied Olwen with a smile. “I think you might have misheard me. I was telling my girlfriend Phillipa that my cuckold is over there, serving champagne. We were just going over to tease him for a while.”
“Ah. Now I comprehend,” smiled Hildegarde. “Please forgive me. My English is not so good.”
“On the contrary,” replied Phillipa politely, “it is much better than our German! Would you like to come and help us tease Danielle? I think Olwen and I would like that.”
Olwen nodded her agreement. She linked arms with Hildegarde.
“Tell me, my dear,” she said, talking to her new friend as if she’d known her for years, “how often do you punish your slave? You have a very impressive figure and I’m sure that you must work out to keep so slim.”
“Yes, I do punish him,” replied Hildegarde, stroking Kurt’s face gently before delivering a stinging slap to his cheek. “He cannot get his manhood hard without pain.”
They sauntered over to where Danielle was standing to attention, a tray of champagne flutes in his hands.
“Good evening, dear,” he smiled at Olwen. “Good evening Phillipa. Would you ladies like a glass of champagne?”
Olwen kissed him on the cheek, and Phillipa smiled at him. They both took a champagne flute. Olwen handed hers to Hildegarde with a smile.
“This is my husband,” she informed her new friend. “He is a cuckold. Have you heard that term before?”
“Oh, ja” replied Hildegarde. “We too have such men in Germany. I have two lovers back home. So I guess that means Kurt is a cuckold as well. But tell me. Danielle is a name given to a female, isn’t it?”
Olwen giggled. She looked at Danielle, who squirmed in embarrassment.
Smiling wickedly, she said,
“Explain your name to Mistress Hildegarde, cucky.”
Danielle blushed.
“My name is Daniel, Mistress, but since my wife made me a cuckold, she calls me Danielle. It is because my cock isn’t big enough to satisfy her. It is a little boy’s cock and Olwen decided that I wasn’t fit to have a man’s name.”
He stopped, still blushing, and looked at Olwen, who winked at him. She was pleased with him.
“But look,” said Hildegarde, pointing with a giggle. “His little boy’s cock has gone hard!”
“That will be the humiliation of having to explain what a pathetic cock he has,” smiled Olwen.
Hildegarde leaned forward and whispered something in Olwen’s ear. Olwen’s face lit up with delight.
“What a lovely idea!” she said, looking at Danielle, who knew that look. It didn’t bode well.
Hildegarde said something to Kurt in German, and he immediately went down on his knees.
“Put your tray down and come closer, cucky,” instructed Olwen. “Mistress Hildegarde wants her slave to suck your cock!”
Phillipa burst out laughing, and a few heads turned to see what had caused the outburst. When people realised what was about to happen, a few moved over to see for themselves.
Danielle was mortified but extremely excited. He’d had his cock sucked before, but never by a male slave and never in front of an audience. The thought of it gave him such a thrill that a thick blob of pre-cum oozed out of his cock.
Cindy, who had shoved her way through the throng to get a good view commented sardonically.
“He’s not going to last long, is he? He’s leaking already!”
Everybody laughed.
Kurt looked up at his Mistress. She nodded sternly.
“Hold it out for him,cucky,” instructed Olwen. “It’s so small he won’t be able to get it in his mouth if it’s not in the correct position!”
Danielle took his tiny stiff cock between his thumb and forefinger and held it out. Kurt sucked it easily into his mouth and began to suck.
“Ten dollars says he doesn’t last thirty seconds” said Cindy, looking at a clock on the wall. “That’s five seconds already. Six… seven… eight…”
The audience joined in. Hildegarde smiled at Cindy.
“I will take your bet on,” she said, and she cuffed Kurt on the back of his head.
“Suck harder, slave!” she instructed in English. “You are sucking cock for Germany tonight!”
At ‘eighteen’, Danielle looked at Olwen. “Can I cum, please, Olwen?” he asked, and with a grin, she shook her head.
“I can’t interfere,” she replied. “This is a contest between Mistress Hildegarde’s slave and Mistress Cindy’s ten dollars!”
The count continued, and reached twenty five. Danielle was rocking back and forth, his teeth gritted, his eyes screwed tight. At twenty nine he let out an “Aaargh!” of relief and spurted into Kurt’s mouth.
The slave didn’t stop sucking and drained Danielle completely before releasing his rapidly shrivelling cock from his mouth. The audience cheered.
Cindy grinned and looked at Hildegarde.
“What do you think?” she asked, smiling wickedly. “Is my ten dollars safe? Your slave made him cum before thirty seconds were up!”
“Perfectly safe, Madam,” conceded Hildegarde with a gracious bow, ” it was very close to the time limit you set. Let us call it an honourable draw. But may I propose that you help me punish my disobedient slave? . He failed in his task to make this cuckold cum before thirty seconds. He has disgraced both me and Germany. He needs a severe Bestrafung!”
She put her hand up to her mouth.
“Oh I am sorry! Bestrafung is meaning punishment!”
“Oh my dear,” said Cindy kindly, “whatever the word for it is in your language, I think you and I can give your slave a really good Bestrafung, or however you say it! Come on, I think I saw some lovely thick canes in the morning room!”
“Fuck, I enjoyed that!” grinned Olwen. “They say once you’ve gone black, you never go back. I’ve had black cock before, but black cunt is on my ‘to do’ list. I think I’m going to fuck Hildegarde before the night’s out. After all, it would only be polite to thank her properly for her slave’s efforts!”
“Well I need some cock right now,” replied Phillipa. “You go and proposition Hildegarde, and mention a threesome, please. I’ve never eaten black cunt either!”
She kissed her lover warmly, waggled her fingers in a ‘see you soon’ gesture and went off in search of some cock. Olwen smiled at the departing figure. Fuck, she was gorgeous! She made up her mind that a threesome with Phillipa and Hildegarde sounded just the thing to round the night off perfectly. But there was an awful lot of cock sucking, fucking and cunt eating to do before she went to bed.
She kissed Danielle on the lips.
“I’ll send for you when I’m ready to go to bed,” she said with a smile. “I know how you love to watch Phillipa and me fucking. With a bit of luck, you’ll get to see us fucking Hildegarde too!”
She wandered off in search of someone who needed sucking or fucking. Or both!
Phillipa checked out who was left in the room. Most people had either paired up and were getting on with things, or they had gone elsewhere to get some privacy or to find some particular toy. As she scanned the goings-on, Phillipa heard her name being called. It was Glenda.
She and her father were being served champagne by Jenny, the stewardess who had provided Phillipa with so much pleasure on her flight up to Scotland. Phillipa smiled and walked over to join the group.
“I see you’re making use of Jenny,'” she said, smiling at the naked maid. “She gave me a thorough licking on the plane on the way up here.”
Jenny blushed with pleasure.
“Would you like a drink, Ms. Phillips?” she asked.
“Not just yet, thank you Jenny,” replied Phillipa. “I’m on the prowl for some cock or some cunt. Everybody seems to be at it except me!”
“Well Daddy and I were just about to get it on,” smiled Glenda. “I haven’t had his beautiful black cock in me for far too long. You’re welcome to join in. Jenny, go and get Ms Phillips a strap-on and a harness.”
As Jenny turned to do her Mistress’s bidding, Glenda added, “Bring a medium sized cock, please Jenny. My arse is still tender after last night’s dp session!”
Phillipa watched with growing lust as Glenda unzipped her father’s leather trousers and slipped her hand in. She looked lovingly at Hank.
“Oh Daddy,” she said softly, “I have missed this. Your cock feels so lovely. Shall I take it out and kiss it for you?”
“Yes please, baby girl,” replied Hank, “and maybe you and Phillipa can share it. I think it might be big enough for two!”
Glenda got her father’s cock out with some difficulty. Phillipa’s eyes widened in delight and disbelief. It looked to be at least a foot long and was as thick as her wrist.
“Fuck me raggéd!” she whispered to herself, and Glenda giggled.
“I think that’s exactly what Daddy intends to do,” she said, opening her mouth wide and managing to get the deep purple mushroom shaped end in. She sucked on it for a few seconds, winked at Phillipa and motioned for her to come closer.
Phillipa needed no second invitation. She kissed Glenda fully on the lips, and stuck her tongue into her open mouth. Glenda sucked on it, and then they broke apart.
“You taste sublime,” smiled Phillipa. “I love your cock breath.”
She made to kiss Glenda again, but Hank made an “Uh huh” noise and motioned both women to suck his cock. They kissed again with his cock head between their two sets of lips. Phillipa felt Glenda’s fingers rubbing her cunt slit, so she reciprocated. Both women were panting and Hank was breathing very heavily too.
Jenny returned and waited politely for them to notice her. She offered to help Phillipa put her strap-on and harness on, and whilst they were doing this, Hank slid his giant cock into Glenda’s sopping wet cunt.
“Oh Daddy!” sang Glenda, in imitation of Christine McVie’s epic ballad.
Phillipa thanked Jenny with a kiss. The serving girl blushed and stood respectfully back to allow Phillipa access.
Hank was lying on his back and Glenda was riding him cowgirl style.
“You’re going to have to shove your arse up in the air a bit,” murmured Phillipa, and Glenda immediately obliged. Phillipa lined her strap-on up against Glenda’s puckered arsehole.
“Don’t tease me, Phillipa,” Glenda gasped as her father thrust his cock deep into her, ” put it in me! I want to be fully plugged!”
Phillipa obliged. Her thin, ribbed strap-on opened Glenda’s arsehole like a flower’s petals opening to receive the sunshine. Glenda moaned in delight.
Hank looked up at Jenny, who was watching and fingering her clit gently.
“It’s Jenny, isn’t it?” he asked breathlessly.
“Yes Sir,” replied Jenny guiltily, pulling her finger out of her cunt.
“Come and sit on my face, Jenny,” said Hank. “Your Lady needs her tits played with, and Miss Phillipa looks as if she could do with a kiss!