Ms. Laura Pt. 02 Ch. 15 – BDSM


Chapter 15

It was quarter to five when I finished cleaning up and shaving. Feeling myself, I felt velvety smooth. I hadn’t had this close of a shave since I met Ms. Laura years ago. It was like being eighteen again, that naive virgin at the beginning of that adventure.

I walked slowly and purposefully downstairs. If I moved cautiously enough my jiggle bells wouldn’t jiggle. The odd outfit was more embarrassing to me than this party of strangers seeing me naked.

Rounding the corner into the study, I found her sitting in a chair. She was in a new fetish outfit. This one was far more Christmas themed.

She stood up, “you like?”

Ms. Laura gave me a twirl to show me here sexy body poured into this outfit. She once again had a corset around her waist, only this one was red with white fur. A massive black belt went over it, which was even more exaggerated on her small figure. She had a mini skirt, red and fur lined like her corset. It only came down about three quarters of the way over her perfect ass. The straps of a green garter belt and tops of matching stockings were only just visible over her thigh high black leather high heeled boots. She was regular Dominatrix Claus.

She pointed at the ground and I instantly knew what she meant. I dropped to the floor into position one. Ms. Laura produced a Santa hat and placed it on her head artfully before speaking.

“Okay Johnny my guesses will be here soon,” she paced around me, “I normally don’t have a safe word with you because my tastes aren’t particularly harsh. My friends aren’t either, but with alcohol being served, and there being a few of us, I figure it might be a good idea. Your safe word is safely.”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied.

“What is your safe word?” she asked again.

“Safety ma’am,” I replied.

“Good! It’s a word all of us in the industry use and will be familiar with. On top of that, I will not be drinking tonight,” she said glancing at the clock, “now your rules tonight are to do what you are told, stay quiet unless spoken to, and be available for my friends. They are all excited to meet you and use you Johnny.”

My cock jumped at the phrase use me, “yes ma’am.”

Ms. Laura bent down and gave me a kiss, “be a good boy Johnny.”

She kissed me deeper and started to stroke my chest with her finger tips when there was a knock at the door.

She stood up seemingly disappointed, “that’s them. Stay here and I’ll introduce you.”

I waited nervously. My heart raced and my stomach churned in a way it hadn’t since I first met Ms. Laura years ago. I tamped down on my anxiety and tried to live in the moment. My cock was hard and strained even in its own skin.

Just out of sight, around the corner in the foyer I heard the door open. There was a shouted squeal of delight and excited exchange of greetings and merry Christmases before I heard the taking of coats.

Heavy footsteps from high heeled boots began to approach. I kept my eyes ahead and watched one by one as the four women entered the room.

Ms. Laura led off introducing me, “Ladies this is Johnny and the little slut that will be entertaining us tonight!”

“Little?” The first woman a thin pale redhead with a patrician’s nose snorted, “he’s quiet the specimen.”

“Is this the same young man you showed me a few years ago?” a very short Asian woman with her hair pulled back in tight pony tail asked, “I think I remember his face, but he was a lot scrawnier in those photos.”

“The army will do that too you,” Ms. Laura quipped proudly.

“Army you say,” the redhead laughed again, “you have a thing for soldiers.”

Ms. Laura smiled, “well why wouldn’t I. They are all so young fit and obedient.”

All the women laughed save for a tall thin blonde in the back. Though I didn’t look directly at her I could see she was quite a bit younger than the other three women. Closer to my age, she wore a slightly nervous look. I could feel her piercing blue eyes examining every part of my body.

Sensing her timidity and also feeling a little assertive I flexed my muscles a little hoping to give her a show. The move seemed to have an effect because I saw her eyes break contact with mine.

“Madam Laura, may I use your bathroom?” the young blonde asked politely with an Eastern European accent.

“Of course dear, around the corner,” Ms. Laura pointed in the direction of the guest bath.

She walked off stealing only a few more glances at me.

Ms. Laura walked over and ran her fingers through my hair, “Johnny, these two are Ms. Maggie and Ms. Lee.”

The redhead, Ms. Maggie, stroked my face. She wore black leather corset around her middle, but was so thin she really didn’t need it. The rest over her was covered head to toe in supple faux leather cat suit. The only part of her expose was the top of her chest and collar bones.

“How old is he?” Ms. Maggie asked.

“He’s twenty two,” Ms. Laura smiled, “he was eighteen and a virgin when I met him.”

“Mmmm,” Ms. Maggie replied hungrily, “Knowing you, you trained him right.”

Ms. Lee joined Ms. Maggie admiring my body. I stayed still as her petite hands worked their way down my back, tracing the outlines of my muscles. Ms. Lee had a caramel skin tone and wore the least of all of them. Her green satin skirt was short, barley hiding the bottoms of her red panties. Her top consisted of green ‘x’ that crossed over her c-cup breast, which seemed massive on such a small woman. She was very small. Perhaps five foot three, the extra three inches came from her heels.

“Well I hope he has endurance,” Ms. Lee said, “I want a good fucking tonight.”

“Don’t worry he’s got a lot of that,” Ms. Laura said before pulling my face into her breasts, “I just hope you’re ready for him.”

Just then a blonde returned from the bathroom. She was in a black latex cocktail dress, her ample breast and ass stretched the material and it all seemed painted on. The only body I had seen that rivaled hers was perhaps Emily’s. The dress opened up at the knee and exposed her black thigh highs. The dress was open in the back seemingly only held on by a thing strap of material and a cruel world’s need to tease me..

Her blonde hair was worn down and cut off at her shoulders. Her blue eyes were still fixated on me and didn’t seem to hide her shyness at all.

“This lovely specimen Johnny, is my apprentice Ms. Ivanka,” Ms. Maggie introduced her, “she’s been working in my dungeon a year now, but because of our client contact rules, she hasn’t been able to really let loose.”

Ms. Ivanka gave a bashful smile and wave.

“Though working with our clients is fun, there are things we can’t do with them, or in many cases want to do with them, that we can with someone like you,” Ms. Maggie elaborated.

Ms. Laura turned my head to look at her, “she means have sex.”

Ivanka turn red at the boldness of the opinion then giggled.

“She is from Poland, and wanted to take control of a real American man for a change,” Ms. Maggie said giggling herself.

Ms. Ivanka approached and knelt down feeling my chest and abs. Finally she found my cock and it instantly pulsed with excitement.

Ms. Laura produced a leach and clipped it to my collar, then handed it to Ivanka, “why don’t you take the reins and we’ll take this party down stairs.”

Ivanka took the leash enthusiastically. Clearly her coyness was starting to ware off.

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