Hostess for the Event
It was June 8-9, 1974.
"Now who's giving this innocent girl to be deflowered?" Reverend Gaia asked, showing off her lithe, naked body covered in see-through clothes.
My mom and I stood on her left, with her holding my leash. Felicity stood on her right, dressed as a perfect dominatrix - a determination in her eyes and a riding crop in her hands.
"I do," my mom replied. "His mother... and his lover."
The guests all cheered. If anyone was unaware of my incestuous relationship with my mom, they sure got the message now.
"Do you transfer ownership and does the owned consent?" Gaia asked.
"I do, and he does."
With these words, my mom handed my leash over to Felicity, making her exit with my father and the other 'parents': Frances, my dad's concubine, and Lawrence, my mom's boss, along with his wife, Marianne.
Gaia stood on the stage, facing the crowd, a step above Felicity and me. Behind her, on an even higher step, lay a bed - the central location for the evening's main event.
As I imagined what kind of games Felicity had in mind for the foreplay, I could only ponder over the tall, ominous poles with hooks, rings, and chains between us and the bed.
Ever since I'd discovered bondage porn, the thought of being dominated had been a major turn on. And now, Felicity was about to make my fantasies a reality. It was surreal how she could sense my desires even though we'd only met four days ago.
My heart raced, a melange of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I barely knew her, but I fully trusted her. And beyond that, I'd fallen hard for her. Whatever she decided to do to me would be my heart's desire.
As our eyes met, something flickered in hers - not quite a grin, but an assuring look, as if to say that everything planned for the night was geared towards my ultimate pleasure.
Gaia continued, "This, my friends, is a sacred event. To set the mood, I'd like to read aloud from a book. It's not from the Bible, but a different, more enlightened sort of text."
She opened a fancy leather-bound book. It wasn't a Bible, but Emmanuelle! I'd never read it before - at the time, I just wasn't aware of its existence. The passage was perfect for the situation, though. It was a dialogue between Emmanuelle and her friend, Marie-Anne. They were sitting and talking, masturbating together, and it was Marie-Anne who asked Emmanuelle about her deflowering.
I can't rewrite the beautiful words verbatim, as they're ingrained in my heart now. But the passage seemed to perfectly describe where I was standing - me, a young girl, about to embark on a profound rituals.
Young Emmanuelle was fondled before by boys, not having been properly initiated. Until one day, she met John. This intimidating stranger is the one who was going to take her virginity. Even though I wasn't given the details of her parents' involvement, their intimate coupling also happened out in the open (in a car on a secluded forest road near Paris), making them potentially visible to others.
So Felicity echoed something to me that Emmanuelle had said to Marie-Anne: "Martin Chandler Covington, you are a virgin, and I am going to take you."
Gaia smiled. "Let the festivities begin," she proclaimed, then left the stage for Felicity and me. Meanwhile, Beverly started playing some fitting music on the piano in the background. Oh, and also, a photographer and a movie camera were capturing the event for posterity.
Felicity took command and snapped her fingers, almost silent with her gloved hand. A few moments later, someone walked in from the rear entrance. It was Zoe, Felicity's personal assistant. Similar to Felicity, she was clad in black leather, displaying her breasts and vagina, resembling both a fellow submissive and a dominatrix.
Zoe held a bag of gear and drew out four handcuffs, then secured them to my ankles and wrists. Then, she connected my ankles and wrists behind my back.
"Thank you, Zoe," Felicity requested.
"You're welcome," I said.
"I know you'd like to fuck her," Zoe whispered to me.
"Yes, please," I responded.
Zoe resumed her authoritative voice: "We'll see. If you're a good little slave and obey my every order, I might let you do it."
"Yes, mistress," I reiterated, improvising.
"Are you in love with your mistress?"
"Yes, I am, Miss. Deeply."
"So you'll call me 'sweetheart.'"
"Yes, sweetheart."
"Very good. Crawl on your knees and kiss Zoe's feet."
"Yes, sweetheart." I hurriedly complied, even with my hands restrained behind my back, and began smothering Zoe's bare feet with kisses.
"French kisses, darling. Get your tongue into it."
I complied, gardening Zoe's feet with my tongue, slipping under her toes, and subsequently sucking each of them one by one.
"Enough. I believe she comprehends the message. Now, kiss my feet."
This was different from before, with lots of boot leather, and Felicity urged me to do a comprehensive job, including soles and continuously kissing her stiletto heels.
"Climb up my legs," Felicity instructed.
I followed her instructions, transitioning from the boots to the bare legs. Next, I began licking and kissing her knees. Then her thighs.
"Keep going, dearie," Felicity encouraged. I did exactly as instructed, eventually running out of leg area.
"Now, eat me."
I was more than eager to comply, burying my face in her shaved vagina and thrusting my tongue into her slit. I was still new to cunnilingus and had previously done it only on my mother. I hoped it was passable and eagerly awaited cunnilingus training from my girlfriend.
"Release his wrists," Felicity stated, and Zoe removed the wrist cuffs. Relieved, I continued without missing a beat, imagining she was being merciful to my aching arms.
"Yes, now," Felicity murmured, and I felt Zoe's fingers in my rectal area and the sensation of a cold object being inserted.
"Inhale deeply, hold your breath, and then let out," dictated Felicity.
While exhaling, I felt pressure on my anus, a brief sting, and then a peculiar sensation inside me.
Felicity maneuvered her vagina away from my face. "Your new butt plug, dear. And look, you have a delightful new tail."
I tried to examine my tail, but the golden strands were all I saw.
"Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you, Zoe," I expressed gratitude, embarrassed yet ecstatic over my new decoration.
"Turn around, now. That's a good horse." Felicity mounted me, the wet heat of her genitals brushing on my back. Her legs encircled me, pressing tightly. "Giddy up!"
The crowd formed a circle in the ballroom, and Felicity piloted me around it. Then, as in a horse exhibition, she maneuvered me around and around the room. The spectators were close enough to touch me and a few courageously touched my butt or toyed with my tail.
We stopped at our designated location - the spectators' section - for the third circuit. She moved me so my face hovered above my mother's feet. I surmised my next task involved their feet.
"Kiss her feet," Felicity said.
Glad to follow my supportive mom's instructions, I commenced kissing her feet.
"Good boy," she complimented, gently raising my head to guide me leftwards. Next, I found myself at the feet of a woman, unknown to me. "Do what you know best, my dear."
This unknown woman was my new focus, and I wholeheartedly worshipped her feet. Then to another woman and more foot adoration. And then a third.
Next, we encountered another set of feet. This time, I gazed down on a pair of men's patent leather dress shoes. "What, are you surprised?" Felicity's riding crop answered my question with a whack on my butt. "Kiss his feet!"
"Hmm, just some feet, right?" I mused. "Nothing that sexual." And with that, I began kissing and licking a man's feet. It felt utterly strange.
We moved on to a woman, then back to a man, and then another woman. I wondered how long this pattern would continue, but it seemed the audience enjoyed it. Felicity brought me to another man, and as expected, I admired his shoes.
These people were anonymous to me, except for my mother. This was an interesting experience, making love to the feet of strangers, but my mind couldn't help racing with thoughts of who each one could be.
Then she did something entirely unexpected. "Now, Martin," she instructed, "kiss his groin."
I was taken aback, but I quickly remembered I had agreed to do anything she asked. I lifted my head towards the man's zipper. "Nah, not a chance!" I thought. "I didn't sign up for this!" Then I realized, yes, I had.
I went through with it. A peck near his fly. "Same thing here." I told myself. "It's not gay if I'm just following orders."
So, I complied. I pressed a few kisses on him. I could hear sighs and moans from above, but I knew I hadn't satisfied him. Felicity noticed this and instructed me to continue.
I moved my lips closer to his zipper, and he showed me the extent of his arousal. I had unwittingly made this happen.
His hand brushed against the back of my head, urging me towards his erection. I heard lauds from above, and then moans. His hips began to dance as I got to work.
I found it difficult to be gentle, but Felicity insisted I keep going. The man's moans intensified, and then he groaned. In a flash, I felt his cock twitching against my mouth. I had just given this stranger an orgasm.
Audience applause filled the room, and Felicity led me away. Now, I could see more than just legs and feet. My heart stopped. It was Dr. Raleigh - Sylvia's father! The man I dreamed would one day be my father-in-law! This was the ultimate humiliation.
How could she do this to me? I had to trust her. No matter what.
Felicity released me from my chains and dismounted. Zoe performed the same procedure on me - removing the butt plug. Then I was made into a biped again. What next?
Chains were attached to my wrists and ankles between two posts, my arms outstretched and legs spread wide. Gaia approached, said a blessing, and blessed us both.
There I was, spread-eagle, bound, completely defenseless, and completely exposed. Everyone was looking at me, especially my cock and balls, the center of attention. Total bliss!
But what came next? Felicity sent me backstage while she prepared for my punishment. I hoped I could endure it after what had just happened.
Finally, it was time. She sent Zoe to bring my parents on stage. Zoe pulled out a board with dice - five in different colors. She read the results.
"Five, two, six, three, and another six - twenty-two!"
"Thank you, Tony," Felicity said, before sending Zoe for a case. Felicity opened it, revealing a vast collection of whips, paddles, and floggers. "Caroline," she called, "would you mind giving him what he deserves?"
I took a deep breath, resigned to my fate. "Let's put on a show," I told myself.
Mom carefully examined the assortment of items she held in her hand and picked out a multi-tailed flogger to begin with. Felicity shared some directions on how to handle things. Then, in a soft whisper, she imparted the customary safe word to me: "red."
Standing up to me was Gaia, gently grasping each of my nipples and staring at me with a look of sheer delight.
Mom raised the flogger, prepared to swipe, and I readied myself to make an unsettling expression.
Wham! Ouch!! That was painful! The crowd shouted "One!"
Well, she wasn't a seasoned pro, perhaps she had too much energy. Maybe Felicity would moderate her. But...
Wham! The crowd yelled "Two!" It wasn't any better, perhaps even more distressing.
I sought solace from Gaia, who simply pinched my erect nipples with her fingers.
Wham! And they all yelled "Three!"
Eighteen more whacks, and Mom grabbed a different accessory, a vast paddle. Perhaps it would...
Wham! The crowd cried out "Four!" It hurt just as much, only differently.
Teary-eyed, I recognized that pain wasn't pleasurable for me.
Wham! "Five!"
I learned something at that moment: I was not a masochist by nature. Apart from the erotic ramblings of BDSM, I was simply experiencing pleasure in bearing it for the sake of others.
Wham! "Six!"
However, I discovered that the interplay of lust and love enriched the scenario. I felt aroused because I was enduring pain for their enjoyment.
Wham! "Seven!" Mom used a slender whip this time.
Filling my mind with amorous thoughts for my dear mother thus reassured me, as well as my ravenous desire for her magnificent body: those breasts, those legs, those lips!
Wham! "Eight!"
It was becoming more enjoyable. I was once more aroused. I surmised that, over time, I might associate pleasure with pain, just like humiliation.
Wham! "Nine!" My bliss was rediscovered, the sexual excitement arising from my suffering for love and for desire, for my mother and for my companion.
Also, I was intent on making a favorable impression for Mrs. Raleigh. But, strangely, my thoughts also drifted towards Dr. Raleigh. I hoped the act was reviving his penis. Surely, I should consign those ideas.
Despite the torment of thirteen more lashes, eleven through twenty-two, I persevered.
At the raucous call of "twenty-two!" I sighed heavily, glad the ordeal had ended.
"Your opinion?" Felicity asked.
"Thank you, mommy dearest!"
"My poor baby! Was it overwhelmingly painful?" She wiped tears from my eyes and embraced me.
"Yes, it indeed hurt, but I cherish you, Mom"
She embraced me and our lips met, her tongue invading my mouth as Gaia stood by, tenderly stroking my aching backside. With her remaining hand, she touched my stiff cock and balls, eliciting moans from me.
Felicity handed me over to the tender embrace of her friend, as she focused on comforting me. My heart overflowed with love as our lips met and she too explored my now weekly-exposed genitalia.
Subsequently came stunning Zoe, who I was afire to kiss. She tempted my skin with her fingers on my erect cock. "Mmmm. I've wanted to touch this!" she cooed in my ear. " So thick! So hard! I can't wait to experience it inside me!"
I longed to return the kindness, but I was still restrained in place. Yet another individual appeared, pushed forward by Gaia, and I embraced her as she kissed me and touched me. It was no hardship.
One at a time, they each came up to me, providing their healing strokes and caresses.
Eight out of ten were females. But that implicates ten percent... men!
The first remained unidentified at first, but when he placed his left hand on my back, down to my buttocks, and his right hand explored my chest, midriff, and genitals, it dawned on me: my next-door neighbor, Mr. Shannon. Momentarily, we shared a kiss. My first thought was "Wow, he's a fantastic kisser!" My second thought was to remind myself "This isn't gay! I'm merely following orders!" [Individually from the source]
There was no doubt about Mr. Shannon's sexual orientation. He treated my penis like a valuable work of art. My manhood, it seemed, was a professional whore, catering to both males and females.
"I can't believe I'm finally touching it!" he exclaimed, talking into my mouth. "Wow, it feels so amazing and robust! I've been longing for this ever since I first saw you."
"Did you see me?"
"Yes, you wicked boy!" he replied. "Outside. Nude. In the middle of the night. I've been keeping an eye out for you."
"Ah, that." I thought I managed to stay under the radar; however, I did hope for someone to spot me - just not to catch me.
"I'm the one who told your parents, unfortunately."
Wait, what? I had no idea they even knew.
"Not to cause you any trouble, but I thought they should know. And don't think I was cross at all - quite the opposite."
As he continued kissing me, I instinctively kissed him back - just following instructions. Then he whispered in my ear, "Would you like your second deflowering?"
Nope, that would never happen! Maybe he didn't truly expect an answer since he moved on to the next person.
A couple more ladies followed; one was the one I knew as Mrs. Preston, the other, Mrs. Garza or Garcia, or something similar.
Throughout it all, I was hoping... yes, there she was: amazing Jeri, the stewardess escort.
"God, Martin, that was hot," she said and locked her lips with mine, treating me to her tongue. She ran her hands all over me, in front and behind.
"I've seen bigger," she observed, "but not more beautiful. You were right; I'm an expert on cocks." She kissed me again and seductively moved her fingers up and down my length. "Wait until you see it in action. Your cock is an amazing specimen; it just needs the right owner to use it. And you will; you're in very good hands."
Right at that moment, I was in her expert hands, but with a final kiss, she sent me to the next person: her mother and father, Joann and John.
I was disappointed that Jeri wouldn't be around for the wild sex party, but Joann and I were scheduled to have sex. Not only was she smoulderingly hot like her daughter, but her skills with her lips, tongue, and fingers were out of this world. I was ecstatic about the prospect of her using her entire body on me.
I must confess, though, I was less fascinated by John's actions - not that he wasn't equally skilled as his wife and daughter. He clearly enjoyed entertaining men and expressed genuine affection for them.
When he finally broke away, he looked at me and Joann standing beside him. "Fuck my wife - please!" was all he said.
I'm not sure how many more people made their way to kiss and stroke me. Both septuagenarian grandmothers naturally joined the parade; an unforgettable experience, indeed.
Six more were men. But one person in particular kept popping into my mind. Would he be the one in front of me? What would he say? What would he do? After all I had done, would he ever let me come near his daughter?
Finally, there he was: Dr. Raleigh. He gazed into my eyes, but said nothing. He seemed to admire me, nevertheless. With Gaia guiding his head, he kissed me. It was tender, yet he refrained from giving me his tongue or touching my body.
"Thank you, Martin," he said, and we both knew a strange but real connection had been formed.
Mrs. Raleigh radiated excitement. "That was so, so beautiful, Martin!" she gushed. "I'm disappointed Sylvia wasn't here to see it."
"Really?!" I was utterly surprised to hear that. The only comfort was that she hadn't witnessed me with her dad.
In that moment, nothing mattered except my over-the-moon fantasy. Anne Raleigh, the incredible, the amazing, the exquisite, and I were making out like two star-crossed lovers. I had longed to experience her kiss - so much more unique than Mom's, different from Felicity's, and completely separate from Joann's. Anne's kiss stood apart, in a league of its own.
This was the fantasy I'd masturbated over, the goal of my fantasising for such a long time. I yearned for Anne Raleigh, not as much as for Sylvia, but I'd yearned for her as long as I could remember.
I desperately wished I could reach for my own dick and communicate my passion for her - well, at least I was helplessly bound at the moment. No matter: her hands were more than equal to the task.
"You've had feelings for me too?" she probed.
"Possibly..." I hesitated, pondering how much to divulge. "But... what if I confessed I've had a crush on you as well, Mrs. Raleigh?"
I suspected you might've picked up on that vibe of mine. I'm thrilled to hear you acknowledge my feelings for you, Martin. You know, I sometimes think about you, especially when... well, you know.
"You indulge in self-pleasure too, Martin?"
"Absolutely, Mrs. Raleigh. Although, not as often as with Sylvia, but..."
"We've got some time on our hands. If we don't have the chance to get better acquainted this weekend, it'll happen sooner or later. Who do you think will be running your private lessons with Sylvia?"
"Oh my god, yes!"
"And it seems that already, Felicity is close to the peak of her performance. Pun intended."
As Mrs. Raleigh descended from the stage, the crowd surrounded the platform where I was restrained and on display. Felicity stood to my left, and Zoe to my right. Gaia remained behind us in her guiding presence.
It was almost midnight, and I trembled in anticipation of the impending moment of being fisted by my adored Felicity.
The ladies began to disengage the bonds keeping the posts upright, and the device gradually shifted from vertical to horizontal, leaving me supine on the bed, shackled and linked as before. Gaia knelt and supported my head as Felicity engaged in... well, let's just say, I was pleasantly impressed.
Above us, the ceiling was reflective, allowing a breathtaking view of my wide-open body to be appreciated not only by myself but also by the crowd around me.
I had never felt so present, so authentic than at that moment. My introverted, shy side disappeared, and the shy boy in me was lost. Here I was - stark naked and in the center of all the attention. I'd never felt more alive, so uniquely me.
Laying sprawled out like a landscape, viewers surrounded me like tourists exploring a breathtaking vista. There was just one landmark in this picture, my personal Eiffel Tower exposed there for all to see and enjoy.
Felicity approached the stage, stepping on it in her high-heeled shoes and placed her foot across my body. My face lay directly under her navel, providing a delightful view of her magnificent pussy. It was abundantly wet for me, and in a matter of moments, she would position herself within.
She tilted her legs, squatting low above me and hovering at the edge of reach. Despite my every effort to stretch out my tongue, a droplet of her dew splattered onto my lips, and I lapped it up eagerly.
Bending her legs, she lowered herself onto me, positioning her descent so my nose was buried in her vulva. Her aroma was divine, and I licked my lips, imagining the taste of her.
As she hovered above, she twisted her hips just enough to tease me but kept me just out of reach. Then she sat briefly, and I found myself face-fucking her with my nose.
Felicity, unimpressed with my efforts to reposition, stood up and shifted so her ass was above my face. If I tilted my chin, I could just stretch my tongue to the folds of her most intimate slit. Her buttocks were just out of reach.
She shifted forward again, approaching my cock, and she continued her teasing by blowing on it, causing trembles of pleasure to sweep through me. I also couldn't resist the tickling sensation of her hair being blown.
Playing with her breasts, my mouth weaved between them in quick succession. Felicity was an expert, leaving me on the edge of the precipice of climax. But I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.
Felicity faced me once more, this time lower than before, with my turgid, rock-hard member reaching for her. I sighed in anticipation as I felt this incredible moment drawing near.
Her lips met mine in a passionate kiss, and then, she got close enough for her eyes to lock with mine. I whispered, "I love you!" and she responded with a confidant, "Of course!" before she lowered her body.
Beverly played the piano rhythmically, building the tension even more. Felicity slowly moved toward my upright and oh-so-desired cock. My vision was completely filled with her beautiful figure.
The thought of her taking me, her fingers slipping along my swollen shaft, sent a thunderbolt of excitement through me. Please, I begged silently, take me now!
And then it happened. Her lips met mine as she used her strength to take me inside her. I was in her. The feeling of her tight, warm embrace around my throbbing d*** filled me with joy.
Our eyes met, our souls intertwined, connecting through the act of lovemaking. There was no need for words — our bodies spoke a much more profound speech. We moved as one, in perfect harmony.
As she continued to pace herself, I responded by flexing my hips, driving my member deeper into her. Felicity sat still, fully taking me into her. We shared a nod, a sign that I was no longer a virgin, and we had become so much more than acquaintances.
Our lovemaking picked up speed, and Felicity's face contorted in an amazing display of passion. My body joined in, and together, we connected in a way that was beyond words. A chorus of amazement filled the room as we neared our orgasms.
As the two of us shared the most incredible experience of our lives, we hugged each other, exhausted, but happy that we had shared this perfect moment.
Lying there in sheer delight, the partygoers' presence virtually ceased to exist. I no longer craved other beauties, just Felicity. The night still had more to offer, but for now, I was content with sharing my love with her.
Zoe and Gaia quietly watched us from a distance, ready to attend to us if we needed. Zoe handed me a salty drink, presumably to rehydrate. It worked wonders! In no time, I was right back to full force.
After a little more rest, Felicity and I decided to explore even more. This time, she took control, and I did as instructed. She guided me with her eyes as I explored her body and made her cum twice.
Just as before, a plateau of satisfaction settled in, but before she could retreat, I detected the slightest hint of Zoe. Felicity told me to kiss her, and when I did, my curiosity wondered. They kept it up, and then I was sent to Zoe to enjoy her in our own way.
Felicity guided our actions, as if we were in a pornographic film. She had me banging her from behind. Then, she told us to switch off, and I found myself on top of a enthusiastic Zoe. Our harmonious moment was beautiful.
At last, the big night ended. But my curiosity was far from over. Felicity directed me to spill my load within her, and I released all my love for her. As I finished, she left me to catch my breath. I sat up and noticed Zoe lingering there, and felt the urge to tell Felicity to join us, but decided that was something they wanted to sort out privately.
Following a bit more rest, our next encounter was near sunrise. I was now more confident and assertive, taking the lead this time with Felicity following my lead.
While we engaged in doggy-style, I observed the ballroom. Several individuals were sitting and watching us, while others engaged in sensual acts. Couples, groups of three, and small gatherings were performing their naughty routines. Certainly, some had found other locations to be intimate, such as bedrooms. Many remained in clusters all around.
At some point, I pondered that Mom was likely undressed by then. Perhaps she had slept with her boss, Mr. Hardiman. Or even Mrs. Hardiman.
Imagining my own vulgar act was going against the unspoken etiquette, but this entire experience was preparing me for a future filled with erotic endeavors.
I thought of a fridge magnet at home: "Today truly is the first day of the rest of my life," I reminded myself. What an exciting day it was shaping up to be! In my mind, I reviewed faces from home: my irresistible mother, of course. Jeri came next, but she had probably already left. Then her mother, Joann.
Gaia was another hot candidate, though her identity remained unknown. I hoped she was part of the group. Mrs. Searle, Gary's mother, was quite tempting too.
What about the love of my life, Sylvia? Unfortunately, she was absent from the event, and I knew I wasn't capable of being intimate with her yet. If only...! Why not cut corners and have sex with Jet right now, for heaven's sake?!
For the time being, I considered Mrs. Raleigh, who was like an older version of Sylvia. Was she interested or not? I needed to ask.
I climaxed inside Felicity as I fantasized about Anne Raleigh. Lots of women, not enough time!
The small audience applauded my final moments. Life could indeed get quite enjoyable. With the sun rising, I found myself looking forward to an exciting day. Yet, I had promises to keep, and plenty to do in bed, but not for long.
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