02 - College Kinks - Revelations

I must have dozed off, because when I awoke, still in Jess' arms, I couldn't remember how much time had passed.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Jess said, her voice as soft as the blanket covering my shoulders. She must have pulled it over us while I was asleep.

She gently kissed me on the forehead.

"Oh shit, how long was I asleep?" I stammered.

"Barely 20 minutes, but you looked so cute," she answered, caressing my cheek with her hand.

Loud music was coming from outside the room; the party must be in full swing. Cheers and shouts from increasingly tipsy students completed the sound profile of a college party.

"Come on, let's get back to the others." She threw the blanket off of us, and I immediately shivered. Although it was really warm outside, the combination of sleep inertia and the sudden temperature drop from the missing blanket made me cuddle up to Jess' warm, naked body.

"Ugh, give me five more minutes," I pouted. My body was still half asleep, my eyes were heavy and I really wanted to keep on sleeping in Jess' warm embrace.

"No, I wanna see what else this night has in store for us."

With an energetic swing, Jess practically catapulted herself off the bed, taking away that warm embrace I did not want to lose. I could not help staring at her, standing there. Her naked body, with her perfectly round 36D-breasts and curvy hips, her waist-long, wavy, blonde hair, which, even though we had just been lying in bed after having sex, was looking better than ever, with subtle locks encircling her face and breasts. Her beautiful, toned stomach and long legs completed the picture of the goddess before me. I still was in disbelief that someone so objectively perfect had any interest in me. I was not ugly, far from it, but still nowhere near her level.

"C'mon, I'm not going to ask again," she threatened with a mischievous smirk.

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do to me otherwise?" I answered her playfully, stretching my tired arms and legs.

"Hmm, something like... this!" She jumped on top of me and started poking my sides, tickling me under my arms, which I had just stretched above my head and quickly drew back. Her legs to my side and her weight pinning me down left me no chance to escape. I squeaked and squirmed, writhing underneath her, as she mercilessly tickled me awake.

"Okay, I yield, I yield," I screamed, and she slowly stopped, eying me with suspicion, her fingers hovering just inches from my skin, ready to start again any second.

"Had enough?" she asked, laughing.

"Yes, yes. I'm awake now," I giggled, still sensitive.

"Good. Now, as much as I hate to say it, you need to get dressed. Not like I can parade you around totally naked. At least not tonight," she said with a wink.

Immediately I felt a dampness return to my pussy.

Jessica picked our dresses up from the floor and tossed me mine. As she stepped into her panties, I remembered that mine had ripped during sex, and my lust increased even further.

After a few minutes of fixing our makeup, we looked almost as good as when we entered a few hours ago. The evening was still young, after all. The air blowing freely between my legs did not help my libido. The constant reminder that my pussy was exposed, only hidden by the minidress, made me all the more aroused than I already was. If I was to sit down, I had to make sure to cross my legs. My panties were still on the floor; I did not feel the need to keep them, now that they were unusable, although I really did like these specific ones. Jess did not pass on the opportunity to check my arousal herself.

"My, my, horny again?" she asked, sliding a finger along my pussy, before pulling it up to her face, admiring my juices.

I blushed. "Yes," I admitted.

"Lick it!" she commanded, holding her glistening finger up to my face. That tone only made my juices flow all the more.

I obediently licked her finger, probably more than I needed, but she seemed to enjoy it, and so did I.

She repeated this process a few more times, stroking my pussy, sliding her finger into me, and making me lick it clean. Finally, she moved up to my clit, tracing circles around it, while using two other fingers to spread my pussy lips apart. I was trembling and breathing heavily as she played with me, until she suddenly stopped.

"Let's join the others," she grinned at me, clearly not intending to finish the job.

I pouted, protesting, "Really, now? I am basically a fountain right now."

"Yes, I enjoy seeing you desperate," she said with a smirk. Coming closer to me, she put her lips to my ear and whispered, "And I want to keep you that way. I think you will enjoy it too."

I did not answer and I did not need to. My moaning at just the thought was enough for her.

Although I was flustered and aroused, I was ready to rejoin the party. After all, we had barely experienced anything of it before making off after we confessed our feelings for each other. Jess turned the key in the door and opened it wide.

There were only two other people in the hallway on the first floor, a couple clearly too occupied with exploring each other to notice us. I giggled; this was Jess and me just an hour ago. But seeing someone else like this felt silly somehow, almost mundane in its inconsequentiality. Like nothing else mattered other than me and her.

The air around my crotch reminded me how exposed I was. Fortunately, since I was a little shorter than Jessica, her minidress looked more modest on me, and the hem reached almost to my knees.

We reached the stairs and saw the party in full swing. Students were dancing, making out or getting drinks at a bar where a tireless Samantha worked to keep every cup filled. As she ran from one end to the other, her boobs jiggled in the maid outfit, which barely covered her most intimate regions.

"Maybe we can have you serve drinks here at the next party," Jess jokingly said, taking in the scene, and added, "I would love to watch you in that outfit."

The thought aroused me even more, but I was not ready yet for that kind of submissiveness. For now, I only wanted to serve Jess, and Jess alone.

"I would much rather only wear that for you," I said, trying to make it sound flirty.

Jess paused for a moment, looking deep in thought, before answering, "I'll see what can be arranged. For now, how about you get us some drinks? I am dying of thirst."

"Yes, ma'am," I answered, and dutifully walked down the stairs and towards the bar.

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Making my way through the masses of students proved harder than expected; there were a lot more people than I had expected to come. Either Mike invited way more people than I thought reasonable, or everyone he did invite had brought someone else along with them.

After squeezing through the crowd into a little free space in front of the bar, I took a deep breath. I was not a big fan of crowds, but thankfully some cool summer air flowed in through the open French doors leading out onto the veranda where Jess, Mike and I had been sitting earlier.

I spotted a free stool at the bar, and quickly sat down before someone else could snatch it. The cool air tickling my pubic lips reminded me to cross my legs.

"Hey, it's you again. You look a lot less tense now. What can I get you?" a cheerful Sam asked.

"Uh, two Cuba Libres, please," I answered after thinking for a second, remembering that it was one of Jess' favorite drinks.

"Coming right up," Sam said as she got to work.

"Sorry about earlier. I think I did not even introduce myself. My name is Vanessa," I said, watching Sam shovel crushed ice into two cups. Her "Slave" tag on her collar swayed from side to side as she moved.

"Please, no need to apologize. Most people who are here for the first time are taken aback at first. But once they learn that I consented to everything, and that I enjoy this, they start to... well, start to take a liking to me in this state." She blushed slightly, but still smiled. Pouring both rum and coke into the cups at the same time with the skills of a true bartender and her implying that she had done this before made me wonder just how often Mike made her serve his guests.

"Here you go," she said with a genuine smile, handing me the drinks, after she stuck two lime slices onto the cups.

"Wow, thank you. They look amazing," I answered in appreciation.

"Thanks, enjoy," she smiled before turning to the next guest waving her over to the other side. I tried not to stare at her ass, swaying in the revealing outfit as she walked over with small steps.

I could not help but feel a bit jealous of her. She was so confident in her sexuality, while I was still not brave enough to really speak out loud what I wanted. Or even admit it to myself. Jess knew, or at least suspected, judging by her comment from the veranda before or how she took the dominant role immediately during sex, but I never admitted outright that I wanted to be dominated, just that I liked some of the stuff Mike said.

I took the drinks and made my way to find my girlfriend in the crowd. On the way I encountered Alex again. He was talking with two couples next to the main entrance and waved me over as he spotted me.

"Hey, haven't seen you in a while, where did you run off to?" he asked when I got there. "And why do you have two drinks? Surely not for me," he laughed.

"No, that one is for my... for Jess," I answered, not wanting to fill him in without Jess' consent.

"Ah, I see. I haven't seen her in a while either," he said, apparently not connecting the dots.

"Anyway, let me introduce you. These here are Jason and Emily," he pointed to one of the couples. They were standing close to each other, hand in hand and smiled at me. They could not have been any more different.

Emily was the definition of a goth. She was wearing high combat boots, black stockings and a black leather skirt with a silver chain dangling off the side. Her chest was covered by a very short, black crop top, which showed some incredible tattoos on her sides and arms. A black choker around her neck and a silver necklace on top with some kind of pendant, which vanished between her breasts, completed the picture. Her long, black hair and aggressive use of makeup gave her an intimidating look. She smiled coldly at me, as I shook her hand.

Her boyfriend looked completely different from his girlfriend. He was wearing beige shorts and a tight-fitting grey shirt, which hinted at a well-defined upper body and muscular arms underneath. His longer, blonde hair was neatly tied behind his head and his chiseled, masculine jawline made him look very attractive. Nevertheless, he avoided eye contact when he greeted me; maybe he was shy.

"And these two over here are Isabella and Leo," Alex continued, introducing the other two people. What I had first thought to be a couple turned out to be just friends. Leo was a very handsome boy in his early twenties with a Mediterranean look, average body and black curly hair, which fell into his face. He spoke with an Italian accent when he greeted me, and his olive shirt, which fit his complexion perfectly, and ripped jeans proved that he had some sense of style.

Isabella introduced herself as Austrian. But contrary to the stereotypical image of an Austrian woman, Isabella was a tall, redhead beauty. She had big, shapely breasts on a slender frame, hidden beneath a dark green, very elegant cocktail dress. Her friendly face and warm, infatuating smile immediately made me like her.

I was amazed how many foreign students were studying here, in America. Italians, Austrians, me, a German, and if my senses were not mistaken, Emily had a British accent.

"And this here is Vanessa; she shares a dorm with my friend Jessica, who is also somewhere around here," Alex introduced me.

"How do you all know each other?" I asked. I always had a hard time getting to know people, and once I did, I usually had a hard time maintaining friendships.

"Oh, you know, parties, group projects, classes. In time, you too will know everyone here tonight," Alex smiled, although I thought I saw his cheeks turn slightly pink.

It turned out that all of them were really pleasant. We talked for a while; Leo told a story about how he and his older brother locked their younger brother in a wine barrel for an entire day, and they were both grounded for a month afterwards. Emily talked about how she ran away from home when she was 14 to live with her aunt, since her father was a drunk and beat her mother, and after she left them one night, he would go on to beat her. Even though I could not possibly relate, I was deeply moved by her story. Isabella then fortunately raised the spirits by telling stories about the farm their parents owned in Austria, and about all the animals they were breeding. Only Jason remained mostly silent, content to listen. I also shared some of my childhood stories, like how our local police chief was caught sleeping with our mayor's wife, causing gossip for years in the small town I grew up in.

By now the ice in my drinks was almost entirely gone, and I was still no closer to locating Jess in the room full of people. Just as I was about to excuse myself to go look for her, two arms wrapped themselves around me from behind.

"Look who we have here," my girlfriend's melodious voice whispered into my ear. I immediately got goosebumps as she positioned herself next to me, an arm wrapped around my waist as if to signal that I belonged to her.

"Hey, Jessica," Alex began. "Sorry, we kinda held Nessa for a bit; she wanted to bring you something to drink for a while now."

"Eh, don't you worry about that," she said, making a dismissive hand gesture. "I was busy chatting up our lovely bartender and Mike."

I blushed. A bolt of jealousy ran through my body, but I calmed myself, telling myself that Jess was probably just teasing because I had kept her waiting with the drink.

She took one of the cups from my hand and downed it in one go. My eyes widened, and she took the other one from my hand, from which I had just taken small sips as of now, and did the same again.

"Damn, that feels good. Now why don't you get us another two, and I'll forget you kept me waiting, huh?" she said with a stern voice. But her eyes were not angry; they reflected a playfulness which she seemed to really enjoy, and which turned me on beyond belief.

As my eyes moved past Emily, I thought I could see a glint of understanding in her eyes. Like she had just noticed something that nobody else did.

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Without a word, I sped off towards the bar. Some of the partygoers had gone home, and the space was significantly less crowded than before. Samantha was still working as diligently as ever, and I took another order, just as Jessica had commanded. I chatted with Sam a bit, since now there were fewer people to serve, and she had some time between orders. When I made my way back, people were leaving in droves. It was around 3 am by now, and most people with weekend jobs would have to get up soon, and the rest were getting tired or wanted to spend the rest of the night with whomever they had picked up tonight.

The group was getting settled around the coffee table in the living room, watching the last few stragglers pick up their belongings and leave. Mike also appeared, dragging a chair from the corner of the room, and sat down with the rest of them. Meanwhile I joined Jess, who reclined on the couch. To my surprise, there was almost no trash lying around; everyone had left the place pretty much the way that it was when we arrived. The floor was dirty, true, but everything else was in order.

Jessica wrapped her arm around my shoulders as I sat down next to her, making sure to cross my legs, as the cool air caressing my labia reminded me of my situation, and I handed her the drink. She took it gratefully and (to my relief) did not down it all at once.

Jason and Emily cuddled up on a sofa to our left, Alex sat down on Jessica's other side, and Leo and Isabella took a seat to our right. Mike, on his chair, was sitting opposite Jess, Alex and me. The only other person left in the room was Samantha, dutifully cleaning up the bar and moving cocktail ingredients into the kitchen or the corresponding shelves behind the bar.

"So, how was the evening?" Mike asked, looking directly at Jess and me. "Everything to your liking?"

"It was amazing," Emily smiled contentedly. "We had a great time, right, babe?"

Jason nodded, leaning in for a kiss from his girlfriend.

I glanced at Jess next to me, who, I found, looked even more beautiful with her slightly disheveled hair from a night of dancing and drinking (and sex) as well as her worn-down makeup. She looked more natural, and I liked that.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but the question was meant more for our newcomers," Mike said, nodding at Jess and me.

I was taken aback. What did he mean by "newcomers"? Were Jess and I the only people who were here for the first time? Jess was probably also confused, but she didn't let it show.

"We had a lot of fun, thanks for the invite again," she answered.

Mike smiled widely. "Yeah, I figured. I had to turn the music up a notch after you two made off, to give you some privacy."

Everyone chuckled at that, undoubtedly having figured out what Jess and I had done in Mike's guest room. Only Alex seemed slightly confused. My face heated up and I could feel myself blushing, but Jessica was as confident and collected as ever.

"Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag now," she said, still smiling, as if to assert control. Looking around the group, she said, "It turns out Nessa and I harbored feelings for one another, but were too afraid to confront each other until tonight. So, I guess we are a couple now."

Alex's jaw dropped. He was Jess' oldest friend, but he was flawed in the fact that he had no sense of what was going on around him. No doubt he would have never guessed that.

Mike, on the other hand, smiled even wider, seemingly content with himself, as if he had planned all of that all along.

"Well, Alex, I'm surprised you didn't notice. I saw it right away, the way they looked at each other. I keep telling you, you need to pay attention," Mike laughed, clearly having noticed his confounded look, to which everyone else joined in. Alex furrowed his brow, but did not retort. Clearly, he had no comeback.

"Well, I for one am glad you two managed to find each other," Jason said with a friendly smile. I was surprised; it was the first time this evening I had heard him speak to us directly. He had kept quiet pretty much the entire time since I had met him, only giving short answers when asked something, and avoided eye contact whenever possible. "After all, how many people never work up the courage to confess their feelings? Better late than never, am I right?" he added.

I found myself smiling back at him. Still waters run deep, I thought to myself. I was still confused as to how a British Goth with a traumatizing past and a shy, but good-looking American student could have found each other, so I asked, "Speaking of confessing feelings, how did you two meet? You strike me as quite the opposites."

I immediately regretted my question, as Emily shot me a deadly glance, and said coldly, "Well, maybe you shouldn't judge people so quickly." I felt Jess' arm tighten around my shoulders in a protective way. Emily's face warmed after that, and she added with a slightly friendlier tone, "And besides, opposites attract, don't they?" while glancing at Jessica.

"I'm sure she didn't mean it in a negative way, Em," Isabella chimed in from the opposite side of the table, with Leo nodding along. Her likeable nature captivated me and seemed to be able to defuse any situation.

"No, she's right, I'm sorry, I shouldn't judge based on first impressions," I said, seeking Emily's gaze.

"It's alright, it's only natural. I shouldn't lash out at you for that," she answered.

I started to really like everyone. Isabella was hot, but also really empathetic, maintaining a balance in every conversation and making sure everyone was heard and felt welcome. Leo was a joker, making us laugh as often as he could, but rarely at the expense of others. Emily had a tough shell and hot temper, and seemed really intimidating at first, but the more I got to know her, the more I liked her and valued her pragmatic and sober attitude. Jason was not really shy, I learned; he just let others do the talking. But when it came down to it, he was not afraid to assert himself or give his opinion.

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We spent a lovely hour together, as a group, bonding, telling stories and playing a few drinking games. Meanwhile, Sam kept cleaning the bar and kitchen, and eventually started cleaning the floor. By now I was used to her presence, and she really did not seem to mind the labor, instead enjoying being put to work while everyone else had a good time.

At some point the conversation turned towards Sam, and Jessica brought up what Mike had said at the very beginning of the evening.

"Hey Mike, you said earlier that we should stay until the very end if we were interested in your and Samantha's... uh... agreement? And that 'the real fun' would begin?"

Glances were exchanged among everyone else present. "You told them? On their first night here?" Emily blurted out at Mike, crossing her arms. Similar protests were formulated, but Mike silenced them by raising his hands.

"Yes, I did invite them for the afterparty. But no, I did not tell them anything yet. I had a very good feeling about both of them; they could be a wonderful addition to our circle. And besides, I doubt there will be an afterparty. We only have Sam to give us a show today, and she has been on her feet for the entire day. I would not want to force more on her. Nobody else volunteered. Marcus is probably asleep, he has to work in a few hours, and I haven't heard of Mei for a while so they were not available either."

Jessica and I looked dumbfounded, not sure what to think.

"What's going on, what are you talking about?" I asked, looking through the group.

Mike sighed, taking a long pause and looking at everyone in the group one by one, as if to get everyone's agreement to something. "You see, all of us here share, let's say, common interests. Sexually speaking. We share similar kinks and it has become somewhat of a tradition for me to host an afterparty, with some ... entertainment."

Emily crossed her arms, and shot a cold glance at Mike, but did not say anything.

"As you know, I am into BDSM, with quite some experience too, if I dare say so myself," he continued. "And just like there are people who want to tie people up, there are people who want to be tied up. To be dominated. That is what these afterparties revolve around. The exchange of power. As well as the sharing of experiences. However, for tonight, I have to disappoint."

My mind was racing, my sex throbbing and my skin tingling at what I had just heard. Jessica, usually not letting anyone catch her off guard, was also sitting there, her eyes wide, her mouth open.

Just as we started regaining our composure, a voice from behind Mike was raised. "I am able to serve tonight, Master." I had not noticed her approaching us, but Sam was kneeling just behind Mike's chair, her eyes lowered, her hands, with their palms turned towards the ceiling, lay on her thighs.

Mike stood up and turned around. He crossed his arms and sternly looked down on the girl before saying, "Did I give you permission to speak, slave?"

"No, Master," she replied calmly, keeping her head lowered, her eyes staring at the ground.

"Then why did you?" Mike retorted, almost angry.

"Because I overheard you, and it wouldn't be proper to not offer myself if Master required me. I am not exhausted yet. I am able to serve as tonight's entertainment. Please make use of me, Master," she pleaded, her voice as calm as the night outside.

I was absolutely baffled, but the rest of the group seemed to enjoy the show, exchanging amused looks which somehow also seemed to carry a certain respect. Jessica, too, seemed to enjoy what she saw. And frankly, I was more than interested myself in where this scene might end.

Mike's voice grew softer. "You have been on your feet for a while. I have been pretty strict with you tonight. Are you sure you are still up for it?"

"Yes, Master, I would be honored," Sam answered without hesitation.

Mike smiled as he turned towards us. "Well, it seems the afterparty starts now."

Cheers erupted from the group. Emily put on a mischievous grin, Leo and Alex high-fived, and Isabella looked at Sam with hungry eyes. Even Jason put on a grin.

"Well, since this is the first time for Vanessa and Jessica, how about we keep it at a little ropework for tonight? That should also not be too taxing for Sam. What do you say?" Mike asked the group, not bothering to take Sam's opinion on the matter.

Everyone agreed, and Mike turned around to the girl, still kneeling on the cold floor.

"Go and prepare the room, then wait for us there as you are."

"Yes, Master," was her immediate answer.

She quickly rose to her feet to run off in her skimpy outfit, but Mike grabbed her wrist.

"No, don't walk. Crawl," he added, and released her.

Sam immediately and obediently dropped to her knees and crawled off on all fours. Her skimpy maid outfit covered nothing; her boobs were swaying and threatening to fall out of the top at any time, and the skirt was short enough to give everyone a clear view of her panties as she crawled away with her back toward us.

To my shock, I was the first one to speak, as everyone else was still looking after her. "She really enjoys her role, doesn't she?" My head was spinning from the display of submission. I had only ever dreamt of something like this; experiencing it in reality gave me an entirely different kick.

"Yes, she does. As I said, she is quite the exhibitionist; she thrives off of being humiliated or exposed in front of people."

I could relate. I may not have been quite as comfortable with myself as Sam yet, but deep down I felt the same desire.

"So, you guys do this every time after a party?" Jessica finally asked.

"Well, not every single time, but we try to make it work, yes," Leo answered.

"But it is not always just Sam, although she has clearly taken a liking to it," Isabella added.

"Hell yeah, you should have seen what we did for Isabella's birthday last winter," Alex smirked, which caused Isabella to blush.

"Hey, what happens between us stays between us," Mike said, with an uncompromising expression. Gesturing towards Jess and me, he added, "That is also something I expect of you two. Everyone else here knows the rules already, but I want to lay them out for you. I can't make you sign NDAs or something, but I expect that you do not start going around campus and talking about what we do. We do all of it with consent, we are all older than 18 and nothing else has to matter to anyone. You got that?"

Jessica and I both nodded. "Yes, of course," I added.

"Oh, and another rule. I want to see no phones, cameras or similar devices in the basement. You can keep them on your person, but I trust you respect privacy enough not to take pictures, videos or audio recordings."

I was baffled. Jessica spoke before I could say anything. "What kind of creeps do you think we are!? That's not a rule! That's just basic human decency!"

Mike was slightly taken aback by her outburst, but quickly regained his composure. I saw Emily flash an almost imperceptible smile of respect; Leo nodded in full agreement and Isabella flashed a beautiful and charming smile at us. Alex leaned over to Leo, muttering, "Wait till Marcus hears about this one," and both of them had to stifle a laugh.

Mike cleared his throat. "Good. In that case, let's check if Sam has finished." He took me and Jess aside and added, "Oh, and one more thing. You will not address her as Sam or Samantha during sessions. You can call her Slave, Slut or Pet, but nothing else."

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After a few more minutes, Mike led us down a winding stair into a basement. On the one side was a wine cellar, on the other was a spacious storage room. Mike flicked a lever on the wall and a wall panel started sliding to the side, revealing an even larger room that rivalled the living room upstairs in size.

This room was straight out of my fantasies; it was illuminated by dimmed light sources, scattered all around. Three walls were padded leather, one was solid brick, each with hooks and rings attached. There was also a myriad of hooks in the ceiling, along with a variety of bars and mechanisms, which I did not know the purpose of. Different lengths of chains were hanging in seemingly random spots from the walls and the ceiling, some with attached cuffs at the end.

In one corner, a large, wooden St. Andrew's Cross, basically a massive X, stood imposingly; a sawhorse stood in the opposite corner. The center of the room was dominated by a massive bed with rings and hooks at every edge and corner, and instead of legs to hold it up, it was built on what seemed like a giant cage.

Another cage stood in the far corner, with bars as thick as my thumb, right next to an inclined padded table, also with a variety of rings at the sides. A number of padded crates lined the wall, no doubt filled with all sorts of equipment.

One of the padded walls had two doors, one regular one, which stood half open and seemingly led to a bathroom, and one which was solid steel and had a small grate at eye level. What was behind it, I could not see, since it was closed shut.

My jaw stood open as I took in the sights; Jessica was equally impressed and intrigued.

"This room didn't exist three years ago," Mike explained proudly. "I hired a company to excavate it, and another to furnish it. I even got the permits and everything. My parents don't even know it exists."

In the middle of the room in front of the bed, Sam kneeled, still in her maid outfit. She had her forehead to the ground, and if it was not for the hands clasped behind her back, she would have looked like she was praying.

Mike stepped up to her and got on one knee. "Color?" he whispered, barely audible.

"Green," was her answer.

Mike got back up and took a few steps back. I believed I saw a glint of pride in his eyes.

"Present," Mike shouted, and without delay, the girl jumped to her feet, spread her legs and clasped her hands behind her neck, her elbows stretched to the side. She looked straight through us, as if we were not even there.

"Well done. Strip."

Again, without hesitation, Sam started to undress. She removed her maid top, freeing her small breasts with her nipples already erect, folded it neatly, and laid it on the bed. Next, she removed her skirt, folded it too, and laid it next to the top.

I looked away, feeling embarrassed looking at that young woman only wearing panties, strip naked. I caught Jess enjoying the show with an amused smile. My jealousy made me look back at Sam, just as she hooked two fingers into her panties, and dropped them onto the floor. She turned around to pick them up, exposing her ass and pussy to all of the onlookers, and added them to the pile of clothes on the bed, before returning to the position she held before, with her legs apart and hands behind her neck. Her face was red; it was clear she was embarrassed, but she did not make any moves to cover her nude body.

"Is she really okay with this?" I asked Mike.

"Why are you asking me? Ask her," he said. "Answer her, slave!"

"Yes, I want to do this," Sam stated. "I love being exposed and humiliated, especially in front of other people. If I am ever uncomfortable, I can use my safe word, but that would be a last resort," she explained.

Mike nodded approvingly, and made a twirling motion with his finger, prompting her to turn on the spot while keeping her hands where they were and her legs apart.

"Stop," he ordered, and momentarily she stopped with her back towards us.

"Forward bend," Mike commanded, and Sam bent forward with astounding flexibility, clasped her ankles with her hands without bending her knees, and looked at us upside down through her spread legs, her pussy and asshole on full display.

"You see," Mike said, turning to Jess and me. "A slave obeys without hesitation. She does what she is told. Otherwise, she gets punished."

"How so?" Jess asked, clearly taken in by the performance.

"Slave, answer her," Mike called out.

Sam, still bent over, answered, "However Master wishes to punish me while taking into account the severity of my misbehavior. He may whip or spank me, make me do chores, or, like today, order me to expose myself in front of many people while serving them at his party."

"Well done, slave," Mike praised. Sam immediately beamed with pride, even though she was just exposing her naked body in the lewdest way I could imagine to eight people.

Mike stepped closer, and pulled the remote I had seen him use on the veranda earlier from his pocket. He pressed a button, and immediately Sam began to tremble, her face contorting, but staying in position. He grabbed an almost invisible string from her vagina, which I hadn't noticed before, and pulled gently. A large, buzzing egg emerged from the depths of Sam's sex, and finally plopped into Mike's hand. He pressed the remote again, and the egg returned to silence, before pulling a piece of cloth from his pocket, wrapping the egg inside and tossing it onto the bed as well.

"Turn around and hold out your hands," he commanded, while walking over to one of the crates. He grabbed a couple of lengths of rope and returned to Sam, who had meanwhile taken position with her legs spread, and her arms stretched out in front of her.

Mike proceeded to tie the wrists of the naked girl together.

"Come here, you two," he gestured towards me and Jess. "Let me show you a few things."

Mike proceeded to show us how to properly tie someone up, how to protect the gentle skin on the anterior wrists and prevent blood stasis. He demonstrated a frog tie on Sam, and insisted that Jessica try it on her other leg. All the while, Sam was just lying there, letting different people take away her freedom of movement.

Emily joined in, demonstrating how to tie a chest harness on the now helpless girl. Sam lay on her back, her legs frog tied, her wrists tied above her head, and her chest was currently being tied by another woman, while Jess and I watched. Emily even rubbed Sam's nipples, to which she quietly moaned.

Mike returned to her side, and lifted Sam to her knees. Her nipples were fully erect, and protruding from the small, harnessed breasts. She was also clearly enjoying the act of bondage, as a small wet spot had appeared where she was just lying.

Mike ran his finger through her pussy, and held the glistening finger up to the audience. "She likes it!" he exclaimed, and everyone cheered and laughed. This caused Sam to turn all shades of red, but judging by her hard nipples, she enjoyed it.

Finally, Mike took the rope dangling from her wrists and connected it to one of the hooks hanging from the ceiling, meaning Sam was hanging by her hands, her knees barely touching the bed, supporting her weight.

Mike returned to the crate and brought a few more lengths of rope, expertly tying her chest harness to the same hook she was currently dangling from I order to relieve stress on her arms, and hoisted her up higher. After fixing some more ropes through the frog-tied legs, and connecting them to two hooks further apart, Sam was now unable to close her legs, dangling from the ceiling by her legs, torso and arms, and was entirely helpless. Her collar, the only piece of clothing she was still wearing, and the little tag with "Slave" on it completed the picture.

I was extremely turned on. I was imagining myself in her position, all exposed and at the mercy of others. My pussy was practically dripping, and without underwear to soak it up, a steady stream started flowing down my thighs. I was silently praying that nobody noticed, or smelled, my arousal.

"Ah, almost forgot," Mike said, rushing over to another crate, looking for something, and returning with a short chain with two clips attached to the ends. Nipple clamps.

"Will you do the honor?" he asked, holding out the clamps to me. I gulped. The girl dangling from the ceiling in front of me did not seem to care, and stared off into the distance in defiance, as I took the clamps.

"Do you mind...?" I asked, hesitantly. Sam's gaze focused on me, as she smiled and nodded her consent.

As I reached out and attached the first clamp, she winced slightly, but kept smiling, so I attached the second one as well, after a brief hesitation.

"Well done, babe," Jessica said, wrapping her arm around me. She was probably the only one who understood how much courage that took for me. I immediately felt warm inside, her praise practically fueling my confidence. I stepped back to take the picture in.

I wished that was me, deep inside, but I did not dare speak those words, at least not yet anyway.

"You can touch her, don't be shy," Mike whispered into my ear. I swallowed hard and looked at Jessica for approval, to which she nodded, before I stepped closer. I caressed Sam's helplessly hanging body, her toned stomach, her sides, up to her bound breasts. I rotated her around slightly, giving me access to her cute bubble butt, which I pinched, getting an excited "hmmm" from Sam. I did not want to touch her between her legs, for fear of upsetting Jess, and she seemed to understand, so we both stepped back, looking at the rest of the group.

"Well, people, she is yours," Mike called out, as if he was opening a buffet. The others lined up, not wanting to miss their chance at exploring Sam's body. Jason was first. He was gentle with her, simply stroking her breasts and hips, before suddenly slapping her ass, making her swing back and forth. She gasped in surprise, but remained silent otherwise. A second slap made her moan in pleasure, before Jason made way for his girlfriend.

Emily was significantly meaner than her partner; she tugged at the chain between her nipples, which caused the girl to scream out in pain and pleasure, before roughly ramming her fingers into her dripping pussy. She continued this until Sam looked like she would come any second, before she suddenly withdrew, wiped her fingers on Sam's thighs and gave her a final, albeit gentler slap right onto her sex, causing her to yelp.

Without a way to help herself, Sam had to let everyone take a turn groping her, spreading her ass wide open, blowing air onto her pussy and spanking her, in whichever way they felt she deserved. Finally, it was Mike's turn, after he had briefly vanished into the adjacent bathroom, only to return with the cleaned-up and disinfected egg in his hands. He slowly worked the egg into Sam's well lubricated pussy, before it entered it with a satisfying plop. He then pulled the chain on her nipples gently multiple times, to get her rocking back and forth. When he activated the egg with the remote, it took barely a minute for Sam to orgasm.

Her face contorted, and she screamed out, climaxing in front of all of us, while she was tied up, hanging from the ceiling and decorated with clamps on her nipples. She swung in tune with her body rocking from the orgasm. But instead of turning the egg off, Mike simply put the remote on the bed, just below the dangling slave girl, screaming her way to another orgasm. Everyone enjoyed the show, Leo and Isabella even cheered at her to keep going.

After she had climaxed a third time, Mike turned the intensity down to the lowest setting, letting Sam dangle there with a slight buzz inside.

"Well, that was it for today, I am afraid." Mike ushered us out the door, leaving the moaning Sam hanging naked over the remote that controlled the vibrations in her pussy, helpless to stop them. I was both sorry and incredibly jealous of her in that moment.

We made our way back up, and I noticed Mike talking to Jess in hushed tones. I could not make out what they were talking about, but I was sure I heard them say my name.

Back in the living room, Mike wanted to convince us to stay for one more round of drinks before leaving, but by now I was growing more and more tired, and even Jess started yawning with increasing frequency, so we prepared to leave.

"Just don't forget her down there," I said, as I said my farewells to Mike.

"Not in a million years, don't worry," was his answer, as he embraced me, and then Jess.

Before we got to the front door, however, Mike called out behind us, "Remember what we talked about, Jessica. Consider my proposition."

She called back, "Of course, we'll keep in touch." I was confused. Apparently, I was completely out of the loop between the two.

"What was that about?" I asked as we stepped into the front yard. The air breezing around my pussy, which was still soaking wet from the events in Mike's basement, was keeping me on edge, as the sun was beginning to rise.

"Oh, don't worry about that," she said, refusing to elaborate further.

"Uh-huh, and what did you two talk about when we were coming up from the basement?"

"Oh that, I was just telling Mike that he might want to change the sheets in the guest room," Jess laughed. I still had the feeling that was not the entire truth.

"Great, not like that's not embarrassing," I said, blushing.

"Ah, come on, he already knew we had sex up there, no need to be shy about it. Or are you ashamed of me?" She made a pouting face, and I just chuckled.

"No, I am more than happy with you as my girlfriend." I hooked my arm in hers, and she led me down the trail to the gate.

"More than happy, huh? Sounds like one hell of a compliment. I think I might have to punish you for that when we get home," she said, a mischievous look on her face.

I blushed; I would want nothing more in the world, but I had a better idea.

"How about I show you just HOW happy I am with you as my girlfriend when we get home?"

"You know what, that sounds like a wonderful idea."

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It was only a short 15-minute walk back to our dorm on campus. After we closed the door to our apartment, I practically threw myself at Jess and kissed her deeply. She reciprocated and embraced me. With her hands behind my back, she slowly slid down the zipper of my dress. Since I was not wearing a bra underneath, and my ripped panties were still at Mike's place, I was immediately completely naked when the dress slid over my shoulders and fell to my feet. Stepping out of it, I kicked off my shoes, and started opening Jessica's dress, but she gently pushed me away.

"Not so fast, I wanna take in the sights first," she said, taking me by the hand and guiding me to her room. She sat down on the bed, kicking off her shoes, and ordered me to stand before her.

I was not sure what to do. I felt really exposed, being inspected head to toe like some kind of object. But I really liked the feeling. Her, still dressed, watching me, butt naked, standing before her, completely exposed and at her mercy.

"Turn around, show me your ass," she commanded. And I obeyed, turning my back to her.

"Bow down, put your hands around your ankles."

This was the same position we saw Sam take earlier. I was embarrassed. But at the same time, I was so horny. My pussy was dripping wet; the entire night I had felt the air brush against my pussy lips, which made me wet beyond belief, which in turn made me feel the air flow ever more so.

After a second of delay, I felt a sharp pain in my right butt cheek.

"Bow down, I said," Jessica said in a stern voice.

I complied and wrapped my hands around my ankles. My bottom was now completely exposed, and I gave my roommate a perfect look at my asshole and my pussy, glistening with fluid.

"Stay like that," Jess ordered. With my head between my legs, I could see her standing behind me, ogling my backside. Finally, she groped my butt, first one cheek, then the other. She moved her hand down towards my thighs, before moving her foot between my legs, and slowly kicked them apart.

"I like the view," she commented, taking half a step back. "And by how wet you look, you seem to enjoy it as well, don't you?" she added, with a cold laugh.

I blushed, either from my head being upside down, or from embarrassment. My tits dangled in front of my face, and my hard nipples betrayed my erection; I could only imagine what I looked like.

"Well? I asked you a question!" she exclaimed sharply.

"Uh, yes, yes, I do!" I answered hastily.

"You do what?" she asked insistently.

"I like... being exposed for you," I added, blushing even more so. I was not aware I could be turned on this much by being humiliated.

"Explain," Jess demanded, waiting for me to debase myself even more.

Standing completely naked, my hands around my ankles with my legs spread far apart and presenting my ass and pussy to my best friend, I answered, "I like being exposed completely naked to you, while you are dressed. It makes me feel inferior, and that is what I want to be for you."

"Well done," she said.

A beaming sense of pride filled me at the compliment. Was I really this far gone? That a simple compliment like that could feel this good? Especially while I was humiliating myself in front of my girlfriend?

Suddenly, Jess moved her hand from my ass and thighs and slid one finger up and down my pussy. As she held it up to her face to inspect my juices dripping down her finger, she looked pleased.

"That's enough, get up and face the wall, hands behind your back," she ordered. I obeyed, desiring nothing more than to fulfill her every wish. Just a few hours ago I was too shy to let her watch me undress, and now I was debasing myself in front of her.

I heard her rummage around her dresser for something, and when she came to stand behind me, I could feel what it was. She tied a silk scarf around my wrists, which I had crossed behind my back, until I was unable to move my hands to cover myself. With another, thicker scarf, she blindfolded me, tying it behind my head, keeping it in place.

She gently turned me around by my shoulders and pinched my erect nipples with her fingers.

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed, partially due to the pain but mostly due to the surprise. My hands were secured behind my back, so I was helpless to do anything about it. Jess gently tugged on my nipples, making me follow her back into the center of her room. Being blindfolded, I quickly lost sense of where exactly I was, but when the tugging stopped, she put her hands to my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. To my surprise, they landed on something soft. I guess she must have thrown a pillow onto the ground for me to kneel on.

I could hear her undressing, first the zipper and then the unmistakable sound of her dress falling to the floor. I felt her hair tickle the skin on my shoulders as she bowed down to me, only to stand up straight a second later, which meant she must have pulled her panties down.

Without warning, I felt her press her pussy into my blindfolded face. I needed no instructions; I leaned forward, and started eating her out, tracing circles around her clit, and in between her labia, splitting them open to work my way up and down her slit. She immediately moaned out in pleasure, pressing herself more into my face.

Soon, her pussy was dripping onto my chin and down between my breasts.

"Keep going, hmmm, just like that," she panted, clearly pleased with my efforts.

She threw a leg over my shoulder, allowing her to pull me closer into her crotch, and started gyrating back and forth in rhythm with my tongue.

I could feel my own juices flowing down my legs and dripping onto the pillow, and I wanted nothing more than to touch myself, but my hands were still tightly bound behind my back, so I was left to her mercy.

"Pwsss, llll mhhhh tffff mhhhhffff," I moaned, my mouth still occupied with licking her to orgasm.

"What?" she panted with a trembling voice. "You need to speak clearly."

The mocking tone turned me on even more so, and I pulled away just a tiny bit to speak, but she immediately grabbed my head and pushed it back into her. Not thirty seconds later, she exploded over my face, her cum flowing in rivers down my body and mixing with my saliva and my own juices on the pillow between my knees. She fell backwards, and judging by the sound, landed on her bed, with heavy breaths.

After she calmed down, she got up, and removed my blindfold. It took a minute for me to get my eyes adjusted to the light of the sun, which by now had risen over the horizon and was shining through the window. Jess stood before me, completely naked, with an orgasmic grin on her face and looked down on me. Her breasts rose with every breath she took, and her pink nipples stood fully erect. It was a sight for the gods. Meanwhile I was kneeling in a puddle of our combined fluids, sweaty and incredibly aroused, with my hands tied behind my back.

"What did you want to say back there?" she asked, smiling down at me.

"I asked to be allowed to touch myself," I said, blushing at the confession. "I am so aroused, please let me cum," I begged.

"It would be quite cruel not to let you cum after that orgasm," she said, putting a finger to her chin as if she was pondering the plea.

"Fine, get up and turn around," she ordered. I rose to my feet unsteadily, and turned my back to her again. She undid the knot around my wrists and simply said, "Go ahead, make yourself cum. I want to watch."

I turned to face her again, and felt extremely embarrassed at the prospect of masturbating in front of Jess. But why was this turning me on so much?

She sat back on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, giving me a wonderful view of her shaved pussy. Her full tits practically beckoning me on full display, she bit her lip, watching me stand before her, naked, and slowly starting to rub my clit.

It did not take long for me to get worked up. I started moaning, as I massaged my pussy, with Jess taking in every moment of me masturbating in front of her. She started playing with her nipple, pinching it with two fingers, slightly twisting it and kneading her breast with her other hand. She was clearly enjoying the show, and I was getting close to the finale.

With the view of my girlfriend playing with her godlike body in front of me, and the humiliation, which only fueled my twisted desires, I started panting heavily and quickly climaxed. But not just once; I came twice, back-to-back, something I had never achieved by myself. My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor, but Jess jumped up from the bed, and caught me just in time.

I was out of breath when she pulled me to my feet and we embraced and kissed deeply and intimately.

The night had been exceedingly long and eventful, and I could feel my body tiring. I had been awake for over 24 hours, not counting the short nap at Mike's, in which I had written an exam, gone to a party, confessed my feelings to Jessica, had incredible sex twice and watched how a girl was tied up, groped and brought to orgasm in front of all of us. By now my mind and body were at their limit.

Jess dragged me to her bed, and we both collapsed into the soft sheets which felt heavenly.

"Jessica..." I mumbled, feeling my mind drift away.

She took me in her arm, held me tight, and put my head to rest on her chest. I wrapped my legs around her, and briefly recoiled, as my still throbbing and sensitive pussy came in contact with her leg. She pulled the blanket up, and above my shoulders, and I pulled the soft fabric closer to me.

"What is it, Nessa?" she asked softly, caressing my cheek gently.

"I love you," I whispered, barely conscious. I drifted off into sleep before I could hear her answer.