The Adventures of Karen - Part 26 - Party-time.
Back in the warmth of his own cell, Andy luxuriated in the hot shower. The
litter cleaning had taken longer than he had expected, the unaccustomed work,
especially being stark naked and outside, had been a tiring and not
particularly pleasurable experience. To add further insult, when he had
finally finished and reported back to Ken, who had spent his time sat inside
the glass covered summerhouse, he had been ridiculed for the shrunken
appearance of his cock.
Andy, normally quite proud of his member, was, like other men, well aware that
exposure to cold air, cold water, always had a diminishing effect on the
appearance of his manhood. He knew that it was just old Mother Nature taking
care of him, but, nonetheless, the thought of his balls being hoisted high into
his groin and made even more ridiculous by the shrunken appendage was not one
he enjoyed.
His reverie in the warm shower was interrupted as Ken walked in and pulled the
glass door wide open.
'What's going on here?' Andy looked quite angry. 'I told you that we have to
make you nice and smooth for the party. That stuff needs to be sorted out
first.'
'Sorry, I just didn't think.' Andy was apologetic, but now, feeling warm for
the first time for what seemed hours, he didn't really care what Ken thought.
'What shall I do then?'
'You. You will do nothing, it's a case of what we, I, will do.' Ken pulled
Andy from the shower and threw a towel around his shoulders. 'Dry yourself and
stand over there; let me check that everything is in order.'
Andy mutely obeyed, and stood waiting, with the towel slung round his
shoulders, his lower body exposed to the keen eyes of Ken.
Ken walked all around him, pulled off the towel, and then began to run his
hands over Andy's back, down his legs and then across his chest before he
finally reached his genitals.
'Ahh, nice.' Andy couldn't resist as he felt a teasing grip around his flaccid
member.
'Shut up, there's work to be done here. You are not smooth enough, anywhere.
You can rub some shaving foam over your legs and chest and then I'll shave you
properly.'
Andy protested. 'Hey, man, I can do that for myself. Let me get on with it!'
'No! You, you do exactly what you are told here. You already know some of the
punishments for disobedience and there could be worse to come, never fear.'
Andy reluctantly conceded and stood helplessly as Ken carefully razored his
body until everywhere except his genital area was once more silky smooth.
'Happy now?' Ken was smiling at last' Just put a towel on the bed and lie on
it. I'll finish the rest. Very carefully, you needn't worry!'
Thankful for the reassurance, but conscious of his vulnerability, Andy lay and
opened his legs and waited while more foam was sprayed around his most
sensitive flesh. As he felt the touch of cold metal he closed his eyes and
tensed. His fears were quite unfounded and he relaxed and began to enjoy the
sensation as Ken carefully used the razor. Particularly the feeling as he
casually lifted his limp cock out of the way.
Finally, it was all over and Ken ordered him to have another shower.
After a vigorous rubdown Andy felt more at ease and looked at Ken for any
further instructions. 'Now what?'
'Nothing. That's it. We've done the heavy work, the girls have cleaned up in
the dungeon and made sure that all of the guest chairs are properly arranged in
there.' Ken was relaxed. 'Time for a little play, I guess.'
'Uh oh, what do you mean?' Andy was suspicious. Play? Here? Here alone with
Ken? What was going on?
'Easy, Andy my friend. You belong to everyone in this house, you are at the
lowest level and that means you also belong to me.' Ken moved closer. 'Just
for a change, I want someone to please me.'
'H-how?' Andy stuttered and blushed.
'Very simple, I want you to suck my cock.' Ken laughed as he saw Andy's face
redden. 'Nothing to worry about, you've done it for the Master and now you're
going to do it for me. And I shall teach you exactly how to please a man.'
Ken stood in the middle of the room and began to stroke his cock, already
thickening at the thought of the pleasure yet to come.
'Kneel in front of me. Now!'
Andy moved across, his own cock thickening a little despite the novelty of his
situation. He knelt down in front of Ken, his face just inches from the
growing erection.
'Keep looking at my cock. Keep looking at it grow and swell.' Ken spoke as a
man proud of his bodily superiority. 'When I tell you, you will begin to lick
the shaft, slowly and gently. You will not let your tongue touch the heed
until you are told. Understand?'
'Yes, Master.' Andy's voice thickened.
'No need for that, I am not your Master, just your friend. Call me Ken.' As
he spoke he held his cock more firmly and watched as the blood rushed into the
already swollen glans and made the purplish skin almost shine with the
increased pressure. 'Start licking.'
Andy tentatively stuck his tongue out and ran it down the length of the thick
shaft, tracing the thick vein down to where it disappeared into his sac.
Ken moaned softly at the stimulation and let his cock stand proud and free as
he rested his hands on his hips.
Andy continued to lick the shaft and attempted to hold the erection steady for
his tongue.
'Oh no! Tongue only.' Ken was adamant. 'If you want to hold a cock, hold
your own. You can do what you like with that as long as you keep tonguing me.
Get on with it!'
Andy was happy to oblige. He had felt the growing sensation in his own loins
as his erection grew. He began to slowly stroke his cock, began to masturbate,
as he continued licking up and down, across and around, the much thicker
erection in front of him.
As his long wet strokes continued up and down the thick cock he began to work
his fist faster up and down his own, less impressive, erection. Ken looked
down at him, smiling as he saw him working his cock eagerly. He was ready for
the final humiliation.
'Stop!' Ken commanded. 'Look at my cock, look at the size of it. Do you like
it?'
'Yes indeed, yes I love it, it's so thick and hard. Please, Ken, let me suck
you now.' Even as he spoke Andy continued his steady masturbation.
'Don't you wish you had a proper cock like mine?'
'Yes, yes I do. You are so lucky. It's so big and so long. you make me quite
jealous.'
'Yes, of course it is. Now, go on, start licking and sucking the end, now,
just the head I don't want to feel anything touching me apart from your tongue
around the rim and over the head. And if I cum make sure you don't spill a
drop. Just think of this thick cock fucking your girl friend. She liked that,
and I can see why. Can you?' Ken was determined to extract the last
humiliation from the naked Andy. The naked, masturbating, cock sucking Andy,
knelt before him.
'Yes Ken. Your cock is so much bigger than mine, so much thicker than mine.'
Andy paused from his licking and sucking to speak. 'And you fuck so much
better than I ever could.' He added the final praise before he managed to get
the whole, swollen and gleaming head into his mouth.
Ken closed his eyes as he felt the friction of the tongue complementing the
steady suction.
'Now!'
Andy kept up the stimulation as he tasted the first spurts of sweet cum in his
mouth. Felt the thick sticky cream slide down his throat. Even as he
swallowed the warm fluid he kept up his own masturbation, determined to make
himself cum before he let Ken's slowly deflating cock free from his mouth.
'Ahhhhh!' Andy pulled away as his own cum spurted onto the floor between Ken's
legs.
Ken looked down, savoring the last pulse of his orgasm. An orgasm not as
productive as his last, so deep inside the clutching warmth of his Mistress,
but an orgasm even so.
'Clean that up now! The you'd better get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long
day, a long night. Especially for you!
After long hours, lying awake and wondering, Karen finally managed to get some
much needed sleep. Her mind had been active with thoughts, doubts, and even
hopes, for the forthcoming party. It seemed such a short time since she had
stood at the door waiting to meet Greta, in full expectation of a normal
friendly dinner party. Suddenly her life had been transformed. Nothing was
normal any more. In fact, as she thought back, just what was normal anyway.
She had long had fantasies, she had experienced many scenes in her previous
life with her former husband, and she was already aware of her deeper feelings.
As for Andy, she thought that perhaps she hadn't understood him properly at
all. She had suspected that he had a submissive side, but it had never been
obvious. Now, here, in the skilled hands of Greta and Karl, it seemed that he
too had found the realisation of his wildest dreams. Not that that really
concerned her any more. She had found her true outlet, her true pleasure, and
she had already decided that, whatever should happen in the next days, the next
weeks, she would never again resume her previous life with Andy.
Karen was woken by Lisa calling happily across from her room. After their
earlier time spent in the same bed, it seemed that Greta was quite happy for
them to converse with one another, even though they were separated by the
immovable steel. Certainly, Karen reflected, this is the life. The life I
have longed for.
She got off the crumpled bed and walked, still unsteady from her sleep, across
to the barred wall and offered her arms through them to Lisa. 'Come, my dear,
kiss me!'
A lingering kiss, mutual caresses and then it was into the shower. A long,
hot, soapy shower that cleansed her mind as well as her body.
As she dried herself Karen decided that, whatever may happen, she would enjoy
this day, this evening, this night. She had already admitted to herself her
feelings when she was under control, when she was submitting to the will of
others, and, briefly, she had experienced a thrill as she had taken charge of
Lisa as she endured the testing with the gross intruder. The gross, inflatable,
intruder that had tormented Lisa for endless time. Perhaps, Karen thought, I
have another side to my feelings. Perhaps, one day I might get a chance to
change roles in this game of never ending pleasure.
Lisa called across and asked her how she had slept.
'Not too badly, after all. I just kept thinking and wondering.' Karen
admitted her concerns.
'Don't be afraid, dear sweet Karen. I know what these parties are like, they
can be pretty stressful for me, for us, but even then, afterwards, I look back
and think how much I enjoyed the things that happened.'
Karen was a little unsure. 'I just wonder, are we really supposed to enjoy all
these things, the beatings, the binding and stuff. I know that I do, but, I
wonder if Mistress really wants that.'
'Odd really. I think in her particular way she really does get a lot of
pleasure from our torments, I think it gives her pleasure too, when she finally
gives us some pleasure, when she lets us, when she allows, when she makes us
cum.' Lisa paused, breathless after her lengthy explanation. 'I definitely
like it all. Even the pain beforehand makes it better for me. When I cum
afterwards it is always so intense, so wonderful. What do you think?'
Karen paused, and thought of the pains of the past. The pain without the
reward of pleasure. She frowned. 'Well, I'm not too sure. I've seen things a
bit differently you know.' She paused and looked shyly at Lisa before
continuing. 'Mind you, I think here, at long last, I really have begun to find
out that I can enjoy both. I just wonder if I shall ever be able to really cum
again unless I have been tormented in some way, or been threatened in some way.
Is it that really the way with you?'
'Yes. Well, now it is. At first it all seemed too awful, I wondered if I
would, if I could, ever accept things. But now, yes, I am happy.' Lisa looked
at Karen for several long minutes before she continued. 'My dear, I know you
must have had some hard times once. Perhaps one day you will tell me. Perhaps
talking will help you forget those days and then you will be all the happier.'
'Perhaps, perhaps.' Karen knew that she would, one day, try to clear her mind
of some of the things she had done in the past, but it was not yet time. One
day, one day, perhaps, when she had settled into her new life. Perhaps she
would have to ask Mistress for her advice.
Much later, or at least it seemed so to the two girls, Greta came down the
corridor with the clothes she had decided would be worn that evening.
Greta called Karen into Lisa's cell as she lay the clothes on the bed and
explained her intentions.
For Lisa it was a traditional waitress style black dress, with a white collar
and trimming, traditional, that is, apart from the low cut front that exposed
the full roundness of her breasts. The material was thin enough that it would
not hide the smooth protrusions of her nipples, and, as Karen looked, it was
obvious that, if they became hard, they would almost burst through the
material. Karen smiled at the thought. If? When? Such a thing was
inevitable, she thought. Greta selected the familiar pair of five inch heels
for Lisa, telling her that she liked her staff to look elegant and attractive.
Karen again smiled to herself. Attractive to who? Greta for one, she was
sure, and, of course, all the men of her experience had always expressed a
liking for girls in heels. It seemed that Lisa was to be set up as a tempting
target for the attentions of the guests.
Karen picked up the dress that Greta had selected for her. Held up by thin
straps, the top barely covered the tops of her nipples although, thankfully,
the material was thicker than Lisa's. At least her nipples would be modestly
covered, even if it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Even so, if
this is what Greta thought of as normal wear for a dinner party, she wondered,
just what would be considered daring. Below her breasts the material was
artfully cut and moulded close to her smooth curves before ending just above
the knee. Greta left the choice of shoes to her and she thought that, for this
evening, she would settle for a more modest pair of four inch heels, strappy,
but, for her, comfortable.
Greta walked out and looked back at the girls.
'Now, time to freshen up, get ready and wait for me. No playing with each
other of course.' She turned back to Karen. 'Remember my dear, you are just
an ordinary guest and you will act like that at all times.' She paused. 'Until
I tell you otherwise, and then you will do exactly as you are told.'
'Well, here we are, your big day has arrived.' Lisa looked over her shoulder at
Karen as she went into the shower. 'I hope my service at table will please
you.'
'Your service always pleases me!' Karen laughed, 'Just don't expect any tips
from me.'
The girls relaxed and sat patiently waiting for Greta to fetch them.
At last, Greta came down the corridor.
'Come girls, the men are already waiting.'
Karen and Lisa, heels clicking on the floor, followed Greta into the dining
room. Andy was already there, dressed in lightweight trousers and a modestly
patterned shirt. Ken was standing respectfully off to one side wearing a black
suit and white shirt. The trousers seemed to be exceptionally tight, and, as
Karen looked, she could see that they were tightly stretched across his loins
showing clearly his bulging organ. Definitely, she thought, he dresses to the
left.
Greta explained that, as the guests arrived, Ken would bring them into the room
and she would introduce them. Lisa would be walking around offering drinks
until it was time for the meal to be served.
Karen stood nervously besides Andy, not daring to speak. Suddenly the door
bell rang, breaking the silence. Ken went to greet the first comers, and could
be heard welcoming them, before offering to show them into the dining room.
Karen stared as they walked in.
'Wendy and Mike, Mistress.' Ken announced the arrivals in a formal manner.
'The goods are in the store room.'
'Thank you. Make sure you keep the door locked.'
Karen was confused by the conversation. What goods? What store room? And why
was it to be kept locked? Her thoughts were interrupted as Greta introduced
the guests.
'Karen, my dear, this is Mike,' She turned to a medium height, well built man,
with thinning hair, ' and this is Wendy.' Greta smiled at Wendy, a darkly
attractive woman who was probably somewhere in her forties and slightly shorter
than her partner.
Wendy held her hand out and grasped Karen's. She held it for a moment longer
than was really necessary and Karen wondered why she felt suddenly
apprehensive. Mike smiled at Karen but did not offer his hand.
Greta completed the introductions to Andy and stood near to Karen.
More noises in the doorway and more guests arrived.
Ken came into the room again, this time with two couples.
Greta smiled as she greeted them. 'Karen, I want you to meet Lucy, her husband
Dave.' They offered their hand to Karen. 'And I mustn't forget their, er,
friends Joy and Allan.' The other couple smiled nervously but didn't offer to
shake hands or to speak.
Ken moved away slightly. 'Miss Lucy has left a large packet for you in the
store room.'
'Oh, now what on earth can that be?' Greta smiled quizzically at Lucy.
'Just something I want to try out later, with your permission of course.' Lucy
almost whispered. 'I expect that you will find a use for it, something, some
thing, to put in it.'
'Ah ha, I have just the thing.' Greta turned towards Karen and smiled broadly.
Karen was puzzled by the way that two other couple were more or less ignored,
but didn't dare ask any questions.
As Greta introduced the new group to Andy there was more activity in the lobby.
Ken moved urgently into the room and attempted to introduce the remaining
group to Greta.
'No need for all that formality,' a tall, dark haired man spoke, louder than
seemed appropriate, ' You're the new couple I guess. We know everyone else.
Hi, I'm Jeff, this is my wife Marie, and these other guys are Ron and his good
lady, his very good lady, Agnes.'
Karen smiled at the group uncertainly.
'Don't worry Ken, just put our stuff in store and keep it all secure.' The
other man, a shorter thinner man than his wife, spoke. 'I'm Ron, just the
general dogsbody I guess, but I hope we soon get to know each other.'
Agnes, by his side, smiled at Karen, smiled with her mouth but not with her
eyes. 'I'm sure we will enjoy your company my dear.' She offered her hand.
Karen took it and felt it's coldness.
Greta moved across the room and called Karl to her side.
'Now, enough of the introductions, I think we're all here now, so I suggest a
few drinks before we eat.' She turned and snapped her fingers. 'Lisa, give my
guests whatever they want.' She Just wander round and make sure you get to
know each other.' Greta directed her last remark to Karen and Andy who were
waiting quietly, unsure of what was expected of them.
Karen moved away and tried to make small talk with each couple, discussing
generalities, of no interest but just following the social conventions. She
found all of the couples were quite open, quite talkative and friendly with the
exception of Allan and Joy, who spoke only briefly and who showed no desire to
make conversation.
Karen was particularly struck by their apparent reserve, their different
attitude in contrast with all the other guests and ventured to ask Greta the
reasons why they were so unforthcoming.
'Ah, my dear, questions, questions. They are a rather special couple, they
only really open up when they are with Lucy, or Dave.' Greta smiled
mysteriously. 'Never fear my dear, you will get to understand them better
before the evening is over. Much better!' With that Greta moved away and left
Karen wondering.
End of Part 26
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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