Baited and Broken (the Halloween Party) II

Alright, I mustered this last night, and fuck if it didn't make me horny as hell reliving the events from last Friday. I did attack my husband. Albeit he was reluctant, I know how to make him cave... Finally, I got mine. Now here's yours:

Refresh with Chapter One if you like.


Moments later my husband joins our nitch with a very seemingly intoxicated Red at his side. He gently hands my glass over; trying not to be bothered by Red’s drunken stumbling which has made the odds for drink spillage optimum.

“I’m cool, I’m cool” she snarls, as Jess grabs her away to assist my poor trying husband.

“Jesus darling” spats Red’s husband “You’re surely a mess already… it’s only 9:30! I hope the party girl doesn’t expire.”

“Expire” She snorts “no no no expiration… it’s time for fucking.” She and Jess giggle like teenagers peeking in the boys’ locker room. “Em” they look to me through glossy eyes “Sex now.”

“Jesus, can I at least have my drink?”

“Yes but hurry..” Jess chides “We’ve got a spot right over there reserved.” She points to one of the circular beds poised perfectly undisturbed on one of the many platforms.

“And if you don’t gulp it down, we’ll have one of the mistresses come over and give you a whipping!”

“Mistresses... what Mistresses?” My husband who had sat talking business with Reds husband now diverts his attention to our conversation. Jess chucks the rest of her drink and fights to swallow it all as she motions back across the room “They’re everywhere… just look for the paddles!”

I turn and look over my shoulder into the bulk crowd… through the couples beginning to get in the spirit, the love swing girls, the lady in the chair; and I can barely make out a tall woman looking rather abrasive. Bound in a leather corset, black mask, and spiked thigh-high boots. Upon closer inspection I can see that her clit is pierced and anchors a chain to a nipple on the corset.

“Wow” my husband concurs with my fascination “I can’t say as I’ve ever really witnessed being in the same room with a woman who could kick my ass and make me tell her I like it.”

I sat silent and drank, but I thought the exact same thing. And what is that, I pondered, is that a riding crop she holds in her hand? Holy shit. It is. I imagined for a moment what it would be like to be on the recipient end of her whip, and decided it would not be for me. But strange, all of a sudden I feel a bit warm and tingly… numb. Things began to get a bit distorted and I realize that the pumpkin stamp was no novelty.

It was ecstasy, a euphoric hallucinogen. I’ve never been a big time drug user, only dabbling a little in high school of course with some big name items… I remembered what ex felt like though. Dejavu.

“You alright honey?” My husband looks to me, probably noticing my face had grown a bit pale… or maybe it was my stupid, blank grin.

“Yeah, you feeling that?… It’s like, weird.” I mumbled, dragging my finger across Red’s husband’s leg, feeling the corduroy of his slacks and becoming quite turned on by the ridges as they teased the tip of my finger… bump.bump.bump.

“I really like your pants.” I chimed.

“Would you like to take them off as well?” He tempted me, I struggle for an answer to pop into my head besides yes. But, it was a yes. He laughed heartily, his arms encompassed me and he squeezed hard. A single chill ran rampant from the tip of my toes all the way up and stopped at my brain. Strange, that simple hug felt really fucking good.

“Oh, you better not hug me.” I whispered to him “I may leave a wet spot.” Honestly, god only knows why I fucking said that… drugs. Don’t do them.

“No? Are you getting excited then?” He reaches for my hand and sets it on his crotch, I can feel him hard in his pants… another chill. I meet his gaze and lift an eyebrow to it, thinking how wonderful his graying temples were, his green eyes, his.. his…

“Hey! Emma… earth to ya.” Red spat once again “Come on, sex now. You’re not drinking.”
Everything was slow-motion like, blurred and soft… the techno auto-erotic atmosphere became an audible nubilous, and I could sense the static excitement which reverberated from others saturating the air.

“I’m kinda fucked up right now guys… I feel funny.” My fingers tensed and slid down into my partners groin as I looked up at my husband “I’m gonna just sit here awhile I think.”
My husband in return tipped his glass to his lips, took inventory of the surroundings, and replied boisterously “Sex then girls?”

Jess and Red looked like 12 year olds at a slumber party anxious to get their nails done “Really” they cheered in unison, all excited, bubbling even “Let’s go”
Of course then they did their little we said the same thing at the same time giggle as they rose from their spots on the floor, and pranced off into the congestion of the room with my husband in tow. Freaky bitches.

My regard now totally fixed on Red’s husband, hand still sweeping across the silhouette of his cock through his trousers. I have never really been a big fan of corduroy, but tonight it was fucking great! “I can feel you.”

“Good, that was my intention”

“Ooh, you’re intention huh? Interesting that you had intent. Did I just say intent too many times?”

“How loud was your stamp?” Red’s husband laughs, his face softens as the skin stretches to accommodate his smile… cheek bones.

“Loud?” What the fuck was he talking about “It wasn’t loud at all!”

“How dark was it” her husband takes my hand and brings it up to his face, squinting to make out my palm in the candle light “Was it dark?”

“No no… it was a pumpkin.” I giggled.

“My goodness little girl, you’ve had way too much.” He returns my hand to his lap, grabs my chin and steadies my head; making deep eye contact with me “You’re going to have to be taken care of tonight. I hope you didn’t have any wishes to be the dominant party here.” His look turned to one of seriousness as he freed my chin “Look around the party, everyone’s so busy…”

I noticed the party had escalated into a raging make out session. There were very few only mingling at this point, as a huge percentage of the party had taken their places on the floor or platform beds. One man in particular was walking hurriedly around, re-filling the candy and condom bowls… he stops short of a Mistress and bows his head to her, she in turn grabs him by the hair and pushes him to his knees. I look away from that because it frightens me a little… entertaining absolutely, but frightening. It reminded me of the gonzo pornography I’ve reviewed in the past… just plain borderline wrong… borderline.

As my eyes scroll through the faces, bodies, positions. I can see my husband with Jess and Red, taking them in… kissing and groping, enjoying each other. I can feel her husband’s cock almost bursting from his pants at the same moment by the coercion of my hand. My mouth began to water; I started thinking about taking his dick out and owning it for myself, it was no contest to my chemically thwarted mind. “I’m never the dominant party now am I?” I mused to him, challenging his invitation and starting to unzip his pants.

“Never little girl, never… get down on your knees and show me what you got.”

“You know what I got.”

He chuckled, releasing his grip on my waist and aiding me to the floor. I finished unzipping, then unbuttoned… and freed his firm member from its’ corduroy prison. The enhancement of my senses, coupled with the co-mingling of atmosphere and chemistry with Red’s husband made for a perfect scenario. I flirt up to him with my eyes as I start to run my tongue around the ridge of his perfect cock, massaging the shaft gently with my hand. Frustrated, I want to take my mask off so I reach up to remove it… startled at my mask removal, he grabs my arm to thwart my attempt and leans down to me, speaking softly “Don’t remove your mask… don’t do it.”

Again, not heeding his advice I continue on… teasing him as I put only the tip in my mouth, hand moving rhythmically and messaging still… gently.

“You have no idea how good that feels but..” I shun him, removing my mouth and shushing him to stop talking and relax. He does stop but offers a look of dis-content down to me as I continue on, now taking him fully in my hot, wet mouth. He leans back and closes his eyes as if satisfied.

I can feel my pussy dampening and throbbing, his taste becoming familiar again to me. Sweet, clean, and a bit salty… like soft leather stretched tightly. I suck hard, withdrawing slowly as I can feel the skin tug and give, tug and give… I lay my mask on the floor with my free hand. He, in turn, places his hands on my head… running his fingers through my hair, sweeping it away from my face so he can view what I’m doing more easily. Enjoying this, I work harder on him… hoping to bring him to orgasm so we can join the rest of the climaxing party-goers.

But then, my work is interrupted by an unexpected sharp pressure on the small of my back, it pierces painfully, causing me to bite a bit. Red’s husband jumps and opens his eyes wide; “What the hell? That hurt!” I release and turn to look behind me… There stands a Mistress, crop in hand, one leg propped with the heel dug conveniently into my back….

“You don’t have your mask on” She warned with a blazing glare…”Put it back on… NOW.” She commanded, digging the spike of her boot even deeper. It fucking hurt.

Being that she was rather intimidating, and Red’s husband’s hard-on was now only half there thanks to my biting… I reach for the floor and the mask that lay beside my knee. I look up to Red’s husband who now looks absolutely horrified, but motions to me to do it quickly so she’ll go away. I re-adorn my black silk mask and remember what the proper thing to say would be to a very angry, whip donning Mistress. “Yes Mistress” I conceded, “I will obey.”

She grins a crooked evil grin and begins to slap the crop against the palm of her hand as she lowers her torturous boot from my back. “Raise your dress…” she growls “You need to be taught a lesson.”
I look back to Red’s husband, still looking horrified “Yes Mistress” I mumble and raise my dress to expose my black garter and no panties, knowing what was coming.

“Bend over a little more… do it now.” She quipped, still tapping the crop to her palm.
I appease her and lower myself a little more, bending to accommodate the lashings I knew were coming.

“Now, she cackled appearing quite amused with herself “take his cock back in your mouth…”

I panic, he panics… we share the same horror now as I will surely hurt him if she smacks my ass hard enough. His dick is rather soft by now thanks to the indecent interruption, and I have a difficult time thinking this could help the situation at all.
She spouts down to me “Do it NOW.”

A few party goers look to our direction at her call. Knowing if I don’t just do what she wants it could be a bit embarrassing for both of us, again I comply. “Yes Mistress” I groan as I insert her husbands cock once again into my mouth, paying close attention to the placement of my teeth. I wrap my lips around them to cushion the blow if any.

“Good girl.”

To be continued....