That Wet Summer Night - Part 2

Mistress K and slave D have arrived at the play party and Goddess Z has made her entrance with two of her own leashed boys.

What does the latex-clad dominant have planned for the night ahead? You're about to find out. 

If you haven't read part one of this wet summer night story I highly recommend starting there.

Everyone involved in this story is a consenting adult over the age of 21.

Kink parties can attract a curious eclectic bunch of people. You have those who are there to dress in glamorous outfits and look incredible (which they do), people who want to socialise and catch up with old friends, a few who want to party and have a great time (yes, Harry is definitely part of this group), many who want to come and play in a different setting, and finally, some who take the opportunity to get drunk with the kids left at home. Whatever your intention, you’re always well catered for at Richard and Emma’s parties.

The crack of a bullwhip pierced through the humid air and made a few of us jump. No matter how many times I hear that sound it still fills my heart with joy knowing that someone will be feeling the tip of that whip biting their supple skin. Some guests walked over to watch a very experienced sadist whip her naked slave. His ankles were tied and pegged to the floor and his wrists were cuffed and chained to the outer side wall of the house. A feature that Emma insisted on when they moved in.

A few of the people I was standing speaking with started to discuss play plans. One couple was talking to a very good looking man dressed in swimming shorts. They disappeared off to the house together, presumably to find a free room to fuck in. Others wanted to find a free seat (be it a slave on all fours or a chair) for some foot worship or a corner of the garden to wield a flogger and create some magnificent marks.

“Can I get you a drink please, Mistress K?” I turned around to see one of Goddess Z’s slaves next to me; a short, fair haired and muscular man in his early 30’s. “Goddess sent me to see if there’s anything that I can do for you.”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll have a glass of ice water. A slice of lemon in it if you can find one.”

“Thank you. I’ll get that for you now,” he said as he turned and jogged off to the summer house. I looked over toward Goddess Z, who nodded her head and raised a glass she held in her hand. I responded in kind, then reached down to my bag to check my phone.

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The submissive man returned quickly with exactly what I asked for.

“Good boy. Send my thanks to Goddess Z.” He bowed his head and ran off towards Goddess Z, who was having her heels worshipped by the other slave. I looked over to the hot tub instead of waiting to see how she reacted.

We got the BBQ fired up, the huge selection of pre-prepared food unwrapped and topped up many drinks. One female sub was already well on her way to getting messy drunk despite a few people mentioning that she should slow down. I had a side bet that she’d be passed out in a spare room within the following few hours. I’m not sure if I’m pleased to say that I won that bet.

Emma came over to see how we were getting on. She’d changed into a pair of strappy high heels with metal spikes along the straps and carried a leather handle leash.

“Well done boys. Sorry, but he’s needed elsewhere,” she said then attached the leash to my collar.

“Come,” was her command and I did as I was told. She walked me around the side of the summer house and over to a group of tables where Mistress K was now sitting in the shade.

On the way I noticed a leather Daddy smoking a thick cigar having his boots polished by a twink, a hot wife getting fucked bent over the hot tub by a slim blonde man while her husband watched from the bubbling water of the tub, and a naked femsub on her hands and knees ready to be caned by a topless dom. You know, the usual.

“Kneel at her feet,” Emma ordered as we arrived at Mistress K’s side. She knelt down and pulled on my leash to bring me down to her level.

“Kiss her heels for me. Show this Goddess of a woman how much you adore her.” I didn’t need to be asked twice and leant straight down to Mistress K’s black heels to kiss them. Emma held my leash tightly then, gripping my hair in her free hand, forced my head towards the heels. I softly kissed them until Emma pulled my head back up.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Now, on all fours so that she can put her feet up.” I did as I was told. Mistress K lifted her feet up and the tips of her heels dug firmly into my back. Emma removed her leash from my collar.

The two dominants sat and talked for a while. The smell of barbequed meat wafting through the air and a trickle of sweat leaked down the back of my legs from the latex shorts.

As Emma got up to go over and speak with another domme I noticed Goddess Z walk both of her subs through the open double doors of the house.

“Go and open one of the bottles of champagne and pour me a glass”. Slave D got up to get my drink and returned promptly. I snapped the leash onto his collar.

“We’re going inside. Come.”

I walked towards the stunning brick house, slave D a leash length behind me. I felt myself tugging it eagerly if I felt him tailing behind. We both walked into an open plan kitchen, which was empty, then through to a hallway that led to a staircase going upstairs. The polished wooden staircase amplified the clicking sound of my heels as I took another step.

When I looked into the bedroom that came into view at the top of the stairs I could see Goddess Z playing the conductor in her own symphony. Both of her subs were up on the bed, one on all fours with the other kneeling but upright. One was naked and erect, his throbbing cock inches from the other subs lips.

Goddess Z stood up from her obscured position behind the subs to reveal that her latex skirt was gone, replaced with a strap-on harness and a thin purple dildo. She noticed me watching from the doorway and our eyes locked.

“I love how stretched you look with that plug stuffed deep into your arsehole,” she purred, still maintaining eye contact with me. Her gloved hand plucked a thick anal plug from the sub’s arse, who groaned with joy and arched his back, his head now even closer to the hard cock in front of him.

Goddess Z slapped him harshly on the arse. “Not before you’re given permission.” She removed the latex gloves, lubed up her rubber cock and pulled her sub’s arse back towards the edge of the bed where she now stood.

“Open wide, slave P. It’s time for you to take both of my cocks at the same time. Exactly what we talked about outside.” With that she looked over at me and penetrated his puckered arsehole with her purple cock, sliding effortlessly deep inside him. At the same time her other slave popped his hips forwards and entered slave P’s moist mouth. The motion they got into was perfect, slave P getting spit roasted by two rhythmic cocks, their respective owners penetrating and retracting just at the right time.

“Would you be so kind as to help slave P get some better depth with his cock sucking please Mistress?” Goddess Z hadn’t taken her eyes off me throughout this exchange.

“Absolutely,” I responded.

“Kneel on the floor next to the bed and watch me,” was my order for slave D. He followed closely behind me as I walked into the room and got onto the bed. I felt some slack in the leash when slave D knelt down on the floor. My obedient boy.

I love a collar with a large O-ring. They’re so versatile and aesthetically pleasing. When I see one I know I have the option to attach something to it or loop my finger through the ring and control you directly. Seeing the shiny metal O-ring dangling from slave P’s collar gave me an idea.

Rather than controlling him by holding his head I instinctively reached out and wrapped two fingers inside the O-ring. Pulling that down made slave P take another inch of the other slave’s cock into his mouth then throat. Goddess Z stopped thrusting and allowed me to hold the cock in his mouth for a few seconds longer before she slid back inside him. We got into a smooth rhythm, then she picked up the pace by jerking her hips to ride him. She flicked her hair back then grabbed his hips with both hands to ensure that each thrust pounded him hard.

“May I cum please Goddess?” the other slave begged.

“You want to cum in slave P’s mouth do you?” she said with a smile.

“Yes please,” he replied.

“I think I’ll allow it. Cum for me. Open your mouth extra wide slave P. You’re going to take a nice big load of cum for me.”

“Don’t you dare spill a drop of that cum,” I added. “If I see a single drop come out of your lips you’re going to clean it up. Understood?” I asked him then released my fingers from the collar. He nodded, his eyes bulging.

A few more thrusts is all it took for the slave to shoot thick streams of cum between slave P’s glistening lips. I watched carefully, and he didn’t spill a drop.

“Close your lips, swallow it all down then thank me for the privilege,” I said looking deeply into slave P’s eyes. Again, he very obediently followed my instructions and popped out his clean tongue after swallowing so that I could inspect it.

“Wait, you missed a bit.” The head of the other slave’s cock had a little cum left on the tip, so I pushed slave P’s mouth back onto it for one final clean up. I thought about turning around and making slave D do it, but I had other plans for him later.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Goddess Z said, again smiling in my direction as she pulled her cock out of slave P’s ass.

“My pleasure. Meet me outside for a drink when you’re free,” I invited as I turned to slave D, picked up the handle to his leash and walked him back downstairs into the garden. I sat with my devoted slave kneeling at my feet until Goddess Z walked out of the house and came over to my table. Neither of her slaves were with her.

“May I join you?” she asked.

“Please take a seat. That was fun.”

“I’ve had that planned with them for a while. Finally getting the chance to do a scene like that was special. Thank you for adding to the occasion.”

“Go and get Goddess Z a glass of water please slave D.” He got up and brought her back what I’d asked for. She looked the picture of perfection in her tightly laced latex corset and skirt, which she’d put back on before coming out of the house.

“Get some food if you’re hungry slave D. Would you like anything Goddess?” I asked.

“No, I'm fine thank you,” she replied.

Slave D scurried off across the clean cut grass lawn towards the BBQ leaving Goddess Z and I alone.

Well, that was fucking hot. Seeing Mistress K take control of Goddess Z’s sub and assist him in sucking a thick, hard cock. I had the perfect view from my vantage point kneeling in the doorway. I could hear a few people walking through the hallway behind me as it was happening but my eyes didn’t move away from the scene unfolding in front of me.

“Where have you been?” Richard asked as I picked up a burger from the food table. It was full of incredible food that he’d clearly spent a lot of time preparing.

“Upstairs with Mistress K watching her play with Goddess Z’s subs. Very hot.”

“Oh really? Emma mentioned that she’d be here. Haven’t met her before. What’s she like?”

“Haven’t spoken to her either honestly. I think Mistress K met her last year. I’ll ask later. Best not to speak unless I’m spoken to. Made that mistake before,” I said laughing. Secretly, there was nothing to laugh about. Mistress K left perfect lines across my arse with her wooden cane that made it challenging to sit down comfortably for a few days thanks to my insubordination. Lesson learnt.

More guests started to dig into the ample food selection and took a break from their afternoon play. The hot wife was now nude in the hot tub sucking a guy's cock who stood outside of it. Her husband was clearly enjoying the show still. I couldn’t help thinking that he might want to get out of the water soon. His skin must be wrinkled beyond belief by now.

The garden was still buzzing with conversation, negotiation for play to come at some point in the evening and enthusiastic yelps from slaves taking consenting punishment.

From my position in the garden next to the table I could clearly see Mistress K and Goddess Z deep in conversation. I didn’t want to interrupt, and fortunately Harry took a break from his very important lifeguard duties, or so he’d make you believe. We had a great chat and agreed to meet up before the end of the month for a few beers. He’d been to a new event local to him and raved about it. It sounded like he was doing well and enjoying himself.

The food was excellent, but I didn’t want to fill up too much in case there was an opportunity to play later. I resisted a hot dog, filled up a glass with water and walked back over to Mistress K.

When slave D approached me I stood up and turned to greet him.

“Go and get the 2nd bottle of champagne out of the fridge. We’re leaving,” I said abruptly.

“Is everything OK?” he asked in reply, a slight look of concern on his face.

“Everything’s fine. We’re taking Goddess Z back to our house. I’ll speak to you when we arrive back at home. I’ll go and find Emma to say goodbye. Meet us at the car.” He nodded, turned and walked quickly to get the bottle.

I picked up my bag and Goddess Z followed me into the house to find Emma. She was chatting with a few dommes in the kitchen. I said goodbye, kissed her on both cheeks and promised to message her soon to make arrangements for a dinner date.

“Leaving so soon?” she remarked.

“Sorry, we have plans,” I replied then winked at her.

As I turned to leave Goddess Z thanked Emma for her hospitality and followed closely behind me. I linked my free arm into Goddess Z’s and we walked in silence to the car. Slave D was already there waiting for us, the chilled bottle of champagne in his hand. Without the need to prompt him he opened the back door for me to enter the car, shut it behind me then ran round to do the same for Goddess Z.

Well this was getting rather exciting! A double domme night at home with a new play partner perhaps? Or did she want somewhere more private to talk with her new friend away from the louder party environment? It wouldn’t be long before I found out.

The car journey back home was slightly bizarre. I kept checking in the mirror to see what the dominants in the back were doing. Both were on their phones, but I didn’t see what they were typing or hear any notification sounds.

Fortunately the roads were clear and in less than 30 minutes I pulled the car into our private driveway. I opened my door, got out and walked around the car to open the door closest to Mistress K.

She exited the car and, once I’d closed the door behind her, I tried to walk back around the car to open the door for Goddess Z. Before I had a chance to move any further Mistress K gripped my arm. She leant in close to my ear, whispered softly for a minute then I set off to the house to complete her strict instructions.

Friday evening. One day earlier.

Adrenaline flowing. Heart pounding. Excitement building.

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Seeing her name pop up on my phone screen felt like someone was edging me in the same way I mercilessly tease slave D’s cock when I allow him a brief release from his chastity cage. My patience was being tested in the best possible way. What a delicious turn of events.

New Message - Goddess Z

Since receiving the confirmed guest list from Emma for the party I contemplated if I’d make the move I wanted to. Our encounter at the domme dinner had ended on a high note, but since then our paths hadn’t crossed and we therefore hadn’t found the opportunity to experiment with what we’d discussed that delightful evening.

I know what slave D will think. He’ll think that this is all about him. He’ll think that I’m bringing home another domme to double team him. To tie, tease, humiliate, flog, peg and edge him. But no. Not this time. This time it really is all about me.

A few months ago slave D and I sat down to have a detailed discussion about our kink journey. Once a year we have an honest talk about our relationship and review his slave contract over dinner. He pays of course. He knows his place.

The talk is always open and honest. It’s our opportunity to voice any concerns, lavish praise where it’s deserved and discuss anything that we’d like to experiment with in the future.

Domme meet ups are a good way for me to hear from others about how they do things and if there’s anything that I might not have considered that I could enjoy. Some dommes offer workshops teaching based on their expertise and I try to attend these when possible. You can never be too prepared or too skilled in any discipline, and I love to learn from passionate people.

At a domme lunch around 6 months ago one of the ladies talked to us about a cuckolding scene that she’d had with her husband. I was captivated by every word that came out of her mouth. The dynamic, the elevated level of control she felt over him and seeing his reaction to being put in that position. It all sounded like wonderful fun and I mentioned it a few times to slave D when I got home. He approved of my idea to try it for ourselves, but nothing had come of it until now.

I brought the idea of cuckolding him up during our last slave contract review and he added his interest in exploring this further.

Bing - Thank you, Mistress K. I can’t wait to serve you tomorrow.

He wasn’t the only person interested in cuckolding and domination. The last hour of the domme dinner with Goddess Z was very revealing. She expressed a strong interest in being dominated by me and I introduced the idea that I cuckold slave D at the same time.

Goddess Z is an elegant, powerful, dominant woman with a strong desire to see a complete societal shift to a matriarchy. All women should be served by men. Always. But she also wanted to please other women, something that she hadn’t divulged to anyone before. I felt honoured and was only happy to oblige.

K: Do you own a chastity belt?

Goddess Z: I do. I have a few. One full metal belt with a padlock on the front. The other is a more discrete clear PVC underwear belt. Would you like for me to send you a picture?

K: No. I want you to put it on. The metal one. You belong to me now. You only have permission to remove it before coming to the party. Then you can put the PVC one on to attend the party. Do you understand?

She did put it on. Of course she did. I told her to. Throughout the evening we exchanged numerous text messages. I made it very clear what I expected of her, her safeword, her limits and asserted my position of authority and control over her.

Now, what to do with her when I got her back at home after the party, something that she very willingly agreed to. Fortunately we have an extensive collection of toys, restraints, dildos and other kink kit, cultivated over many years. I had no shortage of ideas swirling around my head. How would I end up using her for my pleasure? Time would tell.

Saturday evening.

With slave D safely inside our house I walked around the car and opened the rear passenger door. I reached inside my bag and pulled out a leather collar with a metal O-ring on the front.

“Step out of the car and stand with your hands clasped around your back,” I ordered. Goddess Z’s slender legs spun round and she stepped out of the car. I’d been messaging her throughout our journey to check in and make sure that she still consented to my plans, which I’d laid out in explicit detail throughout my texts. She turned to me after reading the texts, nodded energetically and sent a reply to reaffirm her position.

Once she’d assumed my desired position I walked behind her and attached the collar around her neck, my fingers seductively stroking her skin while I fixed it in place. I could see her whole body trembling. Seeing this made me smile. It wasn’t cold, so it wasn’t temperature related. I asked her later in the evening what caused this.

Her reply; fear and excitement. Incredibly hot.

With the collar firmly secured I pulled a leash from my bag and clipped it to the O-ring on her collar.

“Ready?” I asked, her latex clad tits jiggling as I looked into her eyes.

“Yes, Mistress,” she eagerly responded.

“Oh, one last thing.” For the final time I dug into my bag and retrieved a large, shiny red ball gag with a black leather locking strap.

“Open your mouth nice and wide for me. I don’t think this will be the last time I say that to you tonight,” I said with a grin. She did as she was told, opening her lips wide so that I could fit the gag, which I did by forcing the ball into her mouth then locking the straps behind her head.

“Don’t you look like a good slut? Silly me, you can’t talk now. It’s OK, this’ll come off soon enough. I get off hearing the noises you’ll make for me when I get you upstairs. Let’s go,” I said tugging on the leash after taking her bag out of the car and closing the door.

We walked calmly towards the front door of my house. As we arrived at the door it opened and we both entered the house, myself taking the lead. Slave D handed me a glass of chilled champagne that I’d requested and I led Goddess Z into the lounge. Slave D closed the front door behind us then dashed upstairs to continue preparing my play space.

“Get down on your knees next to me,” I commanded Goddess Z. She quickly knelt down beside me. Her silky hair brushed against my latex corselette and I instinctively ran my fingers through it. A quiet moan escaped her lips, a reassuring and empowering sound that elevated my confidence and got me fired up for the play session that was about to commence.

Feeling the leather leash handle in my hand made me wish it was a flogger, ready to turn her arse a light shade of red. I could feel my fingers tightening around her hair at the thought.

The leaves on the trees outside my lounge window swayed evenly in the mild evening wind. Two squirrels bounced playfully across my luscious green lawn. I felt calm before a swirling storm of devious savagery.

A large clock in the corner of the lounge ticked hypnotically, the only sound to accompany the satisfied moans from my toy for the night. That was until slave D came leaping back down stairs, gave me a confirming nod then disappeared back upstairs.

“Remain on your knees. You’ll crawl on the floor. I’m going to take you upstairs and do things to you that you’ve only dreamed and fantasised about until now. Before we go I need to know that you remember your safeword and will use it at any point to stop.” I loosened the strap on the gag so that she could talk.

“Red, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” I said with an affirming tug on the leash then replaced the gag. “Go. Crawl upstairs then take a right into the master bedroom. I’ll walk behind you.” She put both hands flat on the floor and crawled eagerly into the hallway then up the stairs. The cool white light from the overhead spotlights reflected deliciously off her latex covered arse. Her round cheeks bounced invitingly with each step she crawled up. I held the leash tightly and let her feel some resistance to ensure that she knew I was the one in control.

When she reached the top of the stairs my new toy turned as instructed and crawled on the plush hallway carpet into my play room.

Despite the size of the vast space, the deep rich red painted walls and jet black ceiling makes the play room feel more intimate. The full length curtains on the far side of the room completely blocked out the remaining daylight and the subtle overhead spotlights placed strategically on the ceiling put the focus entirely on me. Just how I like and demand it.

Slave D had set the play room up exactly as I’d told him to. We recently installed a number of heavy duty suspension points in the ceiling, hanging from which were metal chains using large carabiner clips. A selection of kit sat on top of the black drawers that lined the side wall. All are packed full of outfits, lingerie, hosiery, gags, hoods, restraints, dildos, chastity cages and impact toys. My favourite collection of floggers, canes and crops hung evenly on wall mounted hooks above the drawers, perfectly accessible for when I need to take corrective action against my slaves for failing to follow my orders.

“Stop,” I shouted forcefully. My crawling toy froze on the spot directly above one of the hanging chains. The sound of clinking metal pierced through the air as I dropped the leash and it fell to the floor. I ran my fingers assertively through her hair as I walked past her and pulled slave D close to me by pulling on his collar.

“Kneel on the floor and put your arms behind your back. Face the bed.” As my loyal servant got to his knees I picked up a set of metal handcuffs, a few carabiner clips, a length of metal chain and a black latex hood from on top of the drawers. The hood I’d selected had straps on both sides so that I could attach a mouth gag and blindfold. Instead of the attached mouth gag I opted instead for a large shiny red ball gag.

With Goddess Z keenly watching from the floor I marched behind slave D, attached the additional length of chain to the one hanging above him then cuffed his wrists. With the carabiner clip I snapped the cuffs to the end of the chain.

“Head forwards,” I ordered slave D with an assertive push. With his head bowed forwards I unzipped the back of the hood, slid it over his face and pulled the zip down to enclose his head in slick, smooth rubber. Kneeling down to look him in the eyes I then leaned in to whisper at the side of his hooded face.

“My good boy. It’s time for you to see how you really please a woman.” As I said this I unzipped the pouch on the front of his shorts to reveal his caged cock. I reached down and gripped his swollen testicles with my fingers.

“You know this locked cock can’t satisfy me, so I’m going to show you what it takes to satisfy me in a way you never could. You’ll stay here for the rest of the evening, my good cuck.” Before he had a chance to say anything I forced the red gag into his mouth, pulled the straps behind his head and buckled it in place.

From my kneeling position I could see Goddess Z looking at Mistress K out of the corner of my eye, but as she turned to face her she quickly averted her eyes and looked down at the floor. Some drool dripped down from her gagged mouth onto her latex-clad tits. My Mistress picked up the handle of the leash clipped onto Goddess Z’s collar from the floor and tugged it upwards.

“Up on your feet. Stand under the chain and put your wrists together behind your back.” Her compliant submissive rose up to her feet and Mistress K leaned into her face. She flicked her tongue over the moist exterior of the ball gag and smiled.

“If your drool tastes this good, I can only imagine how delicious your tears will taste,” she said seductively then walked casually back over to the drawers to collect some toys.

A couple of metres away from me I could see more drool dripping down onto Goddess Z’s tits and corset. Her legs were shaking and I’m in no doubt that her heart was pounding, a feeling I know all too well. I usually feel a captivating mix of excitement and admiration with a healthy dose of fear thrown in to complicate the swirling pool of emotions when serving my Mistress. She’d find out soon enough. We both would.

Mistress K completely ignored me when she walked past carrying some toys and stood in front of the trembling woman. She turned and placed a few of them on the super king size bed behind her.

“If you’re shaking now, let's see how you handle it when I strip you naked. Are you still wearing what I told you to underneath your skirt?” She nodded.

“Good. Clasp your hands up on top of your head. Don’t make me ask twice..” Fearing for the worst, the gagged submissive quickly placed her hands on her head and interlinked her fingers.

“Turn around and face the wall.” She moved quickly, her heeled feet set slightly apart. Mistress K started to loosen the laced back of the pink latex corset then unclasped the front. She placed the beautiful corset on the bed and turned back to her.

“Now, turn around and put your wrists together behind your back”. A few items were taken off the bed including a pair of very thick metal ankle cuffs connected by a heavy chain and matching wrist cuffs.

Mistress K unclipped the leash and threw it on the bed. She turned the collar so that the O-ring was at the back of her neck then attached the bottom of the hanging chain to the O-ring with a carabiner clip. A second length of chain was attached to the same clip and hung down the drooling submissives back.

Her wrists were tightly cuffed and the end of the hanging chain attached between the cuffs so that her wrists were pulled up slightly. This made it just uncomfortable enough to be noticeable. Finally, the heavy metal cuffs were attached between her ankles. Mistress K stood up to admire her work and added the lock keys for the cuffs to my chastity key on her necklace.

“Exactly how I imagined it,” she said, a look of contentment emanating from her face. “Spread your heels apart until the chain becomes taught.” With a few small shuffles she did exactly that.

Something caught my eye on the bed next to the latex corset. An object glinted in the light. It wasn’t too big, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. A flat, chunky metal object that I didn’t recognise. Mistress K glided over to the bed and picked it up.

The now restrained submissive jiggled on the spot, her chains clinking with even the tiniest of movement. Her breasts stretched the lace bodice, desperately trying to escape. Mistress K was only too happy to oblige them.

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Well that was hot! What's that object that Mistress K has just picked up? And what does she plan on doing with it?

Can't wait to find out what happens next? Fear not, you can read part 3 of that wet summer night right now!