Play Party of the Imagination: 3
I had just finished up a rather heavy bondage scene with Amy. We had found a quiet place away from the rest of the play party to spend some quality aftercare time together. We cuddling together as I softly stroked her hair and we were whispering endearments to each other. A special rime between us together really. That’s what made the incident that happened then all so more disruptive.A woman came bounding down the stairs, nude save for a collar. I hadn’t been introduced to her before but I think she had come with GoldWolf. Amy had also turned to see who was coming down the steps. Nodding to her presence we turned our attention back to one another. It caught both of us off guard when this new arrival rushed directly towards us and dropped to her knees before me.
“Master, may this slut speak?” she asked.
I balked. My jaw dropped open in shock and I didn’t say anything for a few awkward moments. This reaction went totally unnoticed by this newcomer because her eyes were staring directly at my shoes. Amy hadn’t let this go unnoticed and I could feel her tensing up as I held her in my arms.
“Im trying to spend some time with my girlfriend at the moment please” I finally managed to blurt out.
“Master, this worthless slut begs to be tied up in the style of the scene she just witnessed”
“Not now! Im with my girlfriend!” Exasperated and not wanting to stay for this even another moment I stood up and helped Amy to her feet so we could find some other quiet out of the way place. This new girl, as soon as I started to stand, had dropped her face to the ground and was greedily licking at my sneakers. As I walked away she started following us, crawling on all fours.
“Master! Please? This slut is begging you!”
It had been my intent to go into the waxing room and shut the door behind us. But as soon as I opened the door I saw the room was already taken. I shut the door and prepared to go back upstairs. By this time the strange lady had caught up with me and grabed me around my legs, preventing me from going anywhere.
“Stop teasing this slut master. It’s not fair. All this slut wants is to be tied up by you”
I started trying to kick my legs free from her grip. Amy stood back a few feet clutching at her bathrobe, not knowing what to do. When I lost my balance and fell backward against the door to the waxing room I decided enough had been enough and I began yelling out “Red”, the parties universal safe-word, as loud as I could.
The first thing to happen was that the door to the waxing room opened and I fell backward once more. Then the hosts of the party came rushing down the stairs followed shortly by GoldWolf. While clutching at my bruised shoulder I answered the hosts questions about what had just happened. When GoldWolf heard what had happened he was furious. He turned to the strange woman and shouted at her.
“Is it true what he said slut?”
“Im sorry master. Its just the bondage he did was so lovely and beautiful. This slut just wanted to be tied in the same way”
“You know this cant go unpunished slut”
“This slut knows master”
Amy had helped me to my feet and we went off in search of an ice pack for my shoulder. The conversation between GoldWolf and this woman was still going on when we walked away but the two hosts of the party were there so I figured I could leave the situation in their hands.
After getting a chemical ice pack out of my first aid kit, I waited near the bathroom for Amy to get changed out of her bathrobe. We had decided to leave the party. My shoulder was not broken or dislocated but it still hurt. Besides, the “mood” had been ruined and both of us just wanted to get back home and get to sleep. When GoldWolf came up to me at that point I was expecting him to apologize for his guest. But he didn’t.
“Her punishment has been decided, he said, “You need to come back downstairs.”
“What for? Amy and I are leaving now.”
“She is going to be whipped. And since she dishonored you then you get to be one of the people whipping her.”
“What?” I shouted.
“And bring your slave with you. Your slave gets to whip her too.”
“What?” Amy shouted from behind the bathroom door.
“She has dishonored me so I get to whip her and I just did. She dishonored the hosts of this play-party so they get to whip her too. That’s what they are downstairs doing right now. And because she dishonored the two of you then you get to whip her also. So come on back downstairs as soon as you can”
The bathroom door flew open at this point and Amy stepped out. She was still buttoning up her shirt and needed to put her shoes back on. She started to yell at GoldWolf.
“Look pal! We didn’t want to do a scene with her then and we don’t want to scene with her now. We just wanted to be left alone to have some time to ourselves after our scene. If it was me, I would have asked you both to leave and not invited either of you back. And now you’re saying that not only did you ignore the whole incident, now your just starting another scene like nothing ever happened? What the hell is your problem?”
GoldWolf stared past Amy like she wasn’t even there. Refusing to even answer her at all he turned his attention to me. “You really should try to control your slave better. She is a little too free spirited”
I was flabbergasted. I didn’t know what event I was more appalled at; his just now or hers a few minutes ago. “Firs of all, she is my girlfriend and not my slave so she can speak her mind any time she damn well feels like it” I snapped back at him “Second, I happen to agree with her. How could you just ignore this and start right into another scene?”
“But she was disrespectful” GoldWolf answered ” Surely you agree that the action she did must be punished?”
“Your darn tootin’ straight it needs punished. But being whipped is not any kind of punishment. Whipping is what two people do together to get pleasure. Instead of punishing her you’re doing something fun and erotic.”
“You think whipping is fun and erotic? Listen, this isn’t some kind of game or a joke to my slave and me. This is the way we live our entire life. Not just some form of “kinky sex”. She has to be trained properly and this is the way I have decided to do it. Now hurry up and come downstairs so you can whip her. Im sure everyone else that needs to whip her will be done already.”
“Physical punishment is no way to handle this. What she did was wrong and uncalled for. I don’t see how anything is going to be solved if you just do something that you would have done for pleasure anyway.”
“Is that what your worried about? That she might get pleasure from being whipped? Let me assure you she doesn’t! She hates it. Besides, her punishement isnt just physical. I have also commanded that she cannot have any orgasms for a total of one month”
Amy had finished putting on her shoes and we just walked away. Going into the other playroom she started to gather up my ropes and put them in my toy-bag. GoldWolf followed us into the room.
“Look, at least have your slave come downstairs and whip her. My slave isn’t going to learn her lesson very well if neither one of you whip her.”
“I don’t think she is going to learn anything anyway. And could you stop refering to Amy as my slave. I already told you she is my girlfriend.”
“Oh cut your nonsense. Surely she is your slave. Just look at the way she picks up your things for you. Isn’t that the duty of a proper slave? Doing menial tasks for her master?”
Amy shot laser beam eyes across the room. Veins were standing out on her neck like a garden hose and her teeth were clenched together so tight they could have been used to stamp coins at the U.S. Treasury. “In case you haven’t noticed you moron, his shoulder is busted up thanks in part to the high jinks of your guest. He can’t pick up much of anything if his only good hand is busy holding an ice pack.”
Again, GoldWolf completely ignored her and directed his response to me. “Well, it looks like I can’t count on any help from either of you. This is going to be a very hard lesson for my slave to learn without either one of you whipping her. I hope you realize the amount of damage the two of you have done tonight”
Amy finished jamming the last couple of ropes into the bag and both of us walked out the door.