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The Card

I finally felt like I was getting it. As I walked through the party, I was starting to see that there were really two parties going on at once. Maybe even more.

On the surface, it was a sex party. Strangers and friends, flirting and drinking and giggling and groping. Spanked bottoms and tits out and fun.

Below the surface were those in the Order. Smiling and watching. They kissed and played as well, but always above all else, they observed. They collected faces and secrets and oversaw the parties as a one would oversee a vineyard. Pruning, watering, ready to harvest what fruits came to bear at just the right moment.

It all made me so much more excited about the card in my bag. They had seen something in me. They had given me a glimpse of what was behind that secret red door I’ve heard about.

When I saw Matilda and her mysterious partner beckon me across the room, I tried not to smile like an idiot. They said nothing but led me down the hall into a part of the studio I was told we weren’t supposed to enter.

Matilda’s partner, the well-dressed gentleman with the salt and pepper hair and the purple tie, produced a key and opened a door. I was led into the room.

“I’ll have your card,” Matilda said, suddenly serious.

I fumbled in my purse, pretending for a moment I needed to find it, though I knew exactly where it was.

I handed it to her, and she looked it over, while also looking me over.

“That’s fine,” she said simply, handing it back to me.

She moved closer, looking carefully at me, in my eyes, at my lips, making me blush.

The other one, the man, came up next to her and with a steely look said directly, “it would be best to inspect her here.”

Matilda nodded.

I was in a pretty black babydoll dress with a white peter pan collar. I wasn’t expecting to play at the party, just people watch, still, I knew the rules. I knew if a member asked, I needed to let them inspect me. It was part of the initiation. It made me weak in the knees.

They both raised an eyebrow at my lack of immediate action. I stammered an apology and looked around, trying to figure out what I should do.

The little room they brought me into was an office. Not much more than some bookshelves and a desk. The nameless man took my arm and pushed me towards the desk.

“Do you submit to inspection, as per the conventions of petition?” he said roughly.

I nodded and then remembering, I turned to him and raised my head, showing him my neck.

“I submit to inspection,” I whispered.

I thought perhaps Matilda would do it. The thought made me excited. She was so beautiful and glamorous. Her partner was, perhaps, glamorous in his own way, but I didn’t know him. He was just a well-dressed stranger.

He spun me around and made quick work of the buttons of my dress. He didn’t take it off, but awkwardly pulled it down my shoulders and arms until my breasts were exposed. He undid my bra with the same speed and skill.

I was sort of bound by my dress, with my bra only undone and lifted up a bit, just enough to give him access.

He fondled me. I can’t think of another word. Just quick, objectifying groping. I saw Matilda smile as she leaned against the closed door and watched.

He made some slight grunt that sounded like he liked what he felt. His hands were all over, on my stomach, on my neck. He put his thumb on my chin and opened my mouth. He looked into it and then pushed two fingers in. I had to concentrate to stay still, to not choke as his thick fingers pressed my tongue, probing me for who knows what.

Then he was done with that and spun me around once more. He pushed me forward, and I steadied myself on the desk.

He pulled up my dress, pushing it over my ass, and then he once more groped me. More little sounds of appreciation. One little smack followed a squeezing of my inner thighs, one at a time.

I turned a little, seeing Matilda over my shoulder. She was watching intently, her eyes a little far away.

When he fingers moved between my legs, I squirmed a little, though I tried to fight the urge. He let out a somewhat annoyed sound and pushed me against the desk to hold me still.

A tug on my panties, then he pushed the crotch to the side. How had I gotten so wet?

Silence for a moment. My breathing sounding loud in the little room. Another positive grunt from the nameless man and then his fingers were spreading me open.

I whined then, a pathetic little whine. I don’t even know what I wanted, for him to stop, for him to fuck me? He pushed me down a bit, and I felt him shift. He was showing me to Matilda. Showing her how wet I was.

A little laugh from her and I nearly died.

Then his finger pushed into me, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down further and pushed back against his finger, aching for more.

He laughed then and took his finger out, stepping back, and whispering to Matilda.

“Fix yourself up and then go back to the party. We are through with you,” Matilda said with a frown on her red lips and a smile in her eyes.

The man laughed again and watched me awkwardly dress. As he watched, he casually licked his fingers.

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Obey

He was the first person I saw when I walked into the party. It had been over five years since I’d seen him last, but when he touched my hand one word ran through my head: obey.

I instinctively thrust my left hand behind my back as I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. We talked for almost an hour and I almost didn’t notice the first time he commanded me.  It was mundane and simple, but when he told me to show him my bracelet I didn’t hesitate.  Ten minutes later he leaned in and whispered to me.

“Make me another drink.”

His words ran straight from my ears to my clit and I got up immediately.  I was completely focused as I walked to the kitchen and for four minutes nothing seemed more important than making the perfect gin and tonic.

There were a few other simple commands until he knew I was not only willing, but unable to say no.  When he told me to walk to the back bedroom and kneel by the bed I simply nodded and did as I was told.

It seemed like hours until I heard the door close and lock behind me.  He circled me twice and I was terrified that he wouldn’t like the look of me.  Had I gotten too old?  Were my clothes unappealing?  When he finally stood in front of me it took a force of will to not reach up and open his jeans before he asked.  When he finally gave the command my fingers were shaking.

I placed my hands back in my lap (like a good girl, I thought) and looked up into his eyes.  I opened my mouth and leaned in, taking him slowly between my lips and running my tongue over his perfect cock.  My wedding ring felt heavy on my finger and as I took him deep into my mouth and throat I gently pulled off the ring and slid it into my pocket.

For two minutes I didn’t think he’d noticed.  After twenty minutes of using my mouth I was positive he had.  The command came quickly and without warning.

“Stand, turn, and put your hands on the frame of the bed.”

I did as I was told and moments later felt the cool air of the room against my bare skin as he slid my clothes down to the floor.  I could feel his cock pressed against me and I closed my eyes as I waited for him.

“How long have you been married?”

I clenched my teeth and my eyes as I let out a whimper.  He was pressing into me, first with his fingers, and then the head of his cock and I tried to speak.

“Three years,” I finally said.

It felt like an eternity waiting for him, but when he finally slid inside me I came.  Just like that.  I screamed and moaned and thrust my hips back against him and he fucked me harder than I thought possible.   When he was ready to cum he had me turn and kneel in front of him.  He pulled my shirt down and had me beg for him.  I looked ridiculous kneeling there on the floor, and I begged and begged until he covered my breasts and chin.

I stayed there on the floor as he buttoned his pants and washed his face in the bathroom.  I didn’t move a muscle as he sat on the bed and tied his shoes and I simply closed my eyes when he leaned over and kissed me long and hard.  He dressed me himself, taking care with everything.  He was tender and gentle and I was pained and releived that it was all over.

As we walked back to the party he took me by the hand and kissed it gently. Just before we got swallowed by the crowd he whispered to me again.

“In exactly one hour, I expect you to be back in the bedroom wearing nothing but your heels.  Leave the door unlocked.”

–Guy New York

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