Part 2/2 - Party Favors


I was floating.  I couldn't seem to remember where I
was.  But it didn't matter.  I felt great and it was good
just to float.  It seemed to go on for a long time.

                      *   *   *   *   *

I was on my knees.  I was naked but that didn't seem to
bother me.  I was on a thick rug in a large empty room. 
I could hear voices, but they seemed far away.  A voice
told me I was thirsty.  And I was.  The voice told me I
wanted a popsicle to suck on.  And I did.  The voice
said they were going to give me some new kind of
popsicle with a special delicious cream filling.  All I
had to do was to suck on it and enjoy it and be sure not
to bit it or scratch my teeth on it.

And there was the popsicle.  It almost seemed to be
floating on the air in front of my face.  It was kind of
strange looking, but the voice said it would taste good. 
So I leaned forward and took a lick.  It was great.  It
was a really strange popsicle because it was soft and
rather warm.  But it had such a delightful flavor.  I
couldn't quite tell what it tasted like, but I couldn't get
enough of it either.  I just kept licking and sucking.

The voice told me that if I kept that up, I'd get to the
special cream filling soon.  The voice told me there
were some special cream filling sacks under the back of
the popsicle.  And that if I were to gently rub and
squeeze them I'd get more filling.  But I had to be
careful not to rub or squeeze them too hard.  So I
brought up my hands and started fondling the little
sacks.

I could hear little moaning sounds of pleasure in the
background.  I wasn't sure what they were, but they
sounded happy.

Then the popsicle started to twitch and throb and my
mouth was filled with the most delightful tasting cream. 
I licked it all down and was disappointed the popsicle
didn't give me any more.

The popsicle was taken away after that and the voice
asked if I'd like another.  I said, 'Oh yes," and there
was another popsicle for me.

This time, while I was sucking on the popsicle, I could
feel ghost-like hands on my head.  It felt like they were
grabbing my hair and it bothered me.  I tried shaking
my head a little to make the hands go away.  I grunted
and reached up to push them off.  The voice asked me
what was wrong.  I had to let go of that wonderful
popsicle to answer.  But then the voice told me I liked
the feel of the ghost hands, and what do you know?  I
did.

I had a third popsicle and still wanted more.  But the
voice said it was time to call it a night.

                      *   *   *   *   *

I was at the Hypnotist's party.  My mind seemed foggy. 
The lighting had been turned way down.  I was naked,
but somehow that seemed natural.  I wondered in a
casual way where my clothes were.  Leslie was
standing near me and she was naked, too.  That also
didn't seem to bother me.  Leslie had a silly smile but
the rest of her face was blank.  She wasn't bothered by
her nakedness either.  I turned my head a little at some
noises behind me.  I seemed to be moving in slow
motion, like I was underwater or something.  The two
girls who came to the party with us were both naked
and so where a half dozen of the men from the crew.  I
couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but it looked
like a lot of sex.  The redhead was on her hands and
knees and there was a naked guy at her face and another
behind her.  I caught a half glimpse of the blond.  Her
head seemed to be bobbing up and down.  There were
giggles and moans and slurping noises coming from the
dimness across the room.

I became aware of a conversation on my other side and
turned back.  It took a few moments.  It was the
Hypnotist and his road manager girl friend.  I couldn't
understand what they were saying.  It was like I could
hear their voices, but I couldn't make any sense out of
their words.

The woman reached up and touched Leslie on the
shoulder.  The hypnotist looked like he was about to
say something.  But then the woman changed her mind
and put her hand on my shoulder instead.  I could see
her hand, but I couldn't feel it.

They hypnotist smiled and then he looked me right in
the eye. "Rhonda," he said, "can you hear me?"

Somehow, his calling my name made everything clear. 
Well not everything.  I still couldn't understand what
anyone else was saying.  But I could really understand
him.

"Yes," I replied.

"Listen carefully.  I want you to hear Della's voice as
well as mine.  Do whatever her voice tells you for the
rest of the evening.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good Girl."  He turned his girlfriend and said, "Ok,
she's all yours.  I'll see you in the morning."  Then the
two of them kissed for a long time.  I vaguely wondered
why they were interested in me if they were going to
spend the night kissing each other.  But as soon as they
broke off, the woman turned to me and said, "Follow
me."  And as she moved off, I followed her.  Behind me
I could hear the Hypnotist talking again, "Leslie, can
you hear me?"

                      *   *   *   *   *

I was in a dungeon.  It was dark and cold and dirty.  I
was naked and I was leaning up against a wall.  My
hands were spread out above my head and my feet were
spread, too, a couple of feet back from the wall.  Both
my hands and feet were somehow locked in position.  I
couldn't tell how, exactly.  But I couldn't move them.  I
could hear Mistress Della moving behind me.

How had I gotten here?  How did I know that was
Mistress Della behind me?  Just who the hell *was*
Mistress Della anyway?  I was scared.  But somehow, I
was also very horny?  Why the hell would being in this
kind of situation make me hot?  What was going on?

Mistress Della was very close now.  I could feel her
moving right up against me.  'Oh my God!'  She wasn't
wearing any clothes.  I could feel her naked body
pressing up against mine.  She was reaching around and
feeling my breast.  She was tweaking my nipple.  It was
really hard.

The voice was talking to me again.  It was like the
voice of God.  "Now, my sweet," she said, "it's time for
you to feel the sting of my lash."

I was trembling.  She held something up next to my
face.  It was the belt to a bathrobe.  "You see this?"

"Yes, Mistress."  Now why the hell was I calling her
that?  Why was I being so meek?  I wanted to scream
and cry.

"It's a whip," she said.  "It's a big, black, evil whip."

I looked again and she was holding a whip.  I was so
scared I wanted to pee.

"When I use it, you'll hear the crack and feel the
searing pain on your backside.  Won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And the feel of the whip will make you even hotter. 
Won't it?"

"Yes, Mistress."  I was already starting to cry and she
hadn't even hit me yet.  Tears were running down my
cheeks.  But my pussy felt so damned wet.  Why was
all this making me so horny?

She was kissing the back of my neck now and still
fondling my breast.  God it felt good!  But why was I
getting so turned on by another woman?  A woman
who was about to whip me?  I started crying even more.

Then I felt her move back away from me.  I was
trembling even harder.  But nothing happened at first. 
Just some quiet squishing sounds from behind.  I
screwed up some courage and looked back over my
shoulder.  The woman was just standing there with her
mouth slightly open and her eyes half closed.  She was
holding the whip with one hand and the other hand was
between her own legs.  She was masturbating.  Then
she noticed me looking at her.

"Eyes forward, Bitch!" she yelled.

I quickly turned back and started praying.  I hadn't
prayed in years, but I was praying now.

There were more little squishing sounds and then a long
terrifying silence.

Suddenly I felt the whip crack against my back.  There
was a piercing agonizing pain like a streak of
lightening.  It felt like a sharp intense orgasm.  I wanted
to scream but for some reason I couldn't.  I could only
grunt.  A moment later, there was another crack of the
whip and then another and another.

I could feel her cracking the whip all over my backside. 
The pain was so extreme I almost came.  I wanted to
come.  I wanted to holler.  But all I could do was to
whimper and grunt and twitch in sexual heat.   I wished
that my knees would buckle under me, but somehow I
remained standing.  I wanted to fall on the floor and
die, but my bonds kept me upright.

The woman started whipping my behind, and then my
legs.  It was horrible.  It was unendurable.  I was so
horny I couldn't stand it.  I wanted so badly to reach
down and touch myself until I could find some release,
but I couldn't move my hands.  Tears were flooding
down my face.

There was a brief pause.  Then I felt the whip again, but
this time the woman had moved in more closely and the
whip was wrapping itself around my body and cracking
against my front side.  I could feel the intense
lightening on my belly and on my breasts and on the
front of my legs.  One stroke came around and even
cracked against my vulva.  That one almost sent me
over the edge.

And still I couldn't scream.  And still I couldn't move. 
And still I couldn't touch myself.

Then it stopped.

The woman came up behind me again.  The touch of
her body against my tortured backside was exquisite.  It
was intensely, painfully erotic.  She must have dropped
her whip, because I could feel both her hands on me. 
Rubbing my abused breasts, pinching my swollen
nipples, scratching my tortured belly.  I felt one hand
slide down and bury itself in my crotch.  There was no
resistance.  I was so wet.  Her fingers sank into my
warm flesh like I had been specially lubricated.

She started rubbing on my clit and I just knew I would
come at any moment.  But her voice said, "Not yet,
kitten.  Don't come yet."

"OK, Mistress."

And somehow, despite my horniness, I couldn't bring
myself over the edge.  She just kept moving her hands,
and tweaking my most sensitive areas, and rubbing her
own body and breasts into my back.  My tears and my
other juices were still flowing freely.

After awhile she stopped and told me my bounds had
been released.

                      *   *   *   *   *

I was lying on the floor in a fancy hotel room.  I was
naked and somehow I knew that I'd been severely
whipped even though I couldn't see any whip marks. 
My entire body was in agony, but somehow it was a
sexual agony.  I was curled into a fetal position but I
still couldn't bring my hands down to finger myself.

A naked woman was sitting in a chair a few feet away. 
I recognized her as the Hypnotist's road manager, but
she was also my Mistress.  'My Mistress?!'

"Are you hot, Slave?" she asked.  "Do you want to
come?"

"Oh yes, Mistress!"

"Then beg for it, Slave," she said.  "Beg for it and
prove how much you want it."

I didn't care how humiliating this was.  I uncurled a bit
and started begging and whining and pleading for my
Mistress to let me come.  I was crying and cringing. 
The sexual pain was awful. 

This went on for awhile while the woman in the chair
kept fingering herself.  Then she said something which
I didn't hear because I was making so much noise
myself.  "Mistress?" I whined.

"I said, crawl over here and kiss my feet.  And do a
better job of begging me to let you come."

And even as she continued fingering herself, I crawled
over on my belly and started kissing her feet.  Between
kisses I continued my pathetic begging.

The woman really seemed to be getting off on my
humiliation.  She started breathing louder and her
fingers were moving faster.

"Shut up and lick my feet, Slut.  Just shut the fuck up
and lick my toes."

And I did.  Tears still streaming down my face.  A
terrible sexual ache in my groin.  I stuck out my tongue
and began licking all around and between her toes. 
And somewhere in there, I heard her come.  Her whole
body went rigid, pulsed for several long moments, and
then went slack.  I never stopped licking her toes the
whole time.

Minutes later, when her breathing came back to normal,
I was sill licking her toes.

"Enough!"

                      *   *   *   *   *

I was lying on a large bed in a fancy hotel room.  I was
naked and somehow I knew that I'd been severely
whipped.  A voice said "Roll onto your back, Slave."  I
rolled over, even though every move was a sexual
agony.  "Spread your legs, Slave," the voice said and I
did.

Looking down between my legs I saw Hypnotist's road
manager, walking up toward me.  She was naked.  And
somehow I knew she was my Mistress.  'My
Mistress?!'

She looked down at me.  "Are you horny, Slave?  Do
you want to come?"

"Yes, Mistress!  Please!"

"Then beg for it, Slave," she said, "and maybe I'll let
you."

And while I was begging and pleading and humiliating
myself she just stood there looking pleased with herself
and lightly rubbing her own breast with one hand.

"OK!  Now shut up," she said.  "I'm going to make you
come.  But not until I give you the signal.  When I'm
ready for you to come, I'll squeeze your tit.  OK?  Do
you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, I'm not to come until you squeeze my
breast."

"Press your titties together."

I did so.  My breasts weren't huge, but they were large
enough that I could do what she'd ordered.

"Now hold them like that.  You're going to get even
hotter than you are now.  You're going to get so damn
hot you won't be able to stand it.  But all you'll be able
to do is to writhe around and make sexy noises letting
me know how much you're enjoying being eaten. 
Understand?'

"Yes, Mistress, I'm to writhe around and make sexy
noises but not to come until you squeeze my breast."

"Hummph," she said.  "OK slut, keep begging me to eat
you.  And then shut up when you feel my mouth on
your cunt."

I started begging again and didn't stop until my
Mistress lay down between my legs and starting licking
me.  The feel of her mouth was amazing.  I'd been
licked by a couple of boyfriends before, but never
anything like this.  I was moaning and whining and
thrashing.  The feel of my own breasts was incredible. 
This went on for what seemed like an eternity.  I felt
the woman's fingers in my vagina.  And then she stuck
a finger in my rear hole.  I was completely wet and
lubricated down there.

And without warning, she suddenly reached up and
pinched my right breast really hard.  And I came, and
came, and came, and came.  I'd never come like that
before.  It seemed to go on forever.

                      *   *   *   *   *

I was standing at the foot of a large bed in a fancy hotel
room.  I was naked and there was a thin sash tied
around my neck.  A voice said it was a collar and a
leash and when I looked again it was.

The Hypnotist's road manager was sitting cross legged
on the bed in front of me and she was holding the leash. 
She was naked and she was also my Mistress.  'My
Mistress?!'

I felt drained, but I didn't know why.  My muscles were
sore.

"OK, bitch," she said.  "It's time for you to lick *my*
cunt.  Do it just like I did you."

I couldn't remember what she was talking about, but
somehow I new what she wanted.  It was horrible.  I'm
not a lesbian.  I've never even touched another
woman's private areas before.  But my Mistress tugged
the leash and I found myself climbing up onto the bed
between her legs.  She lay back and pulled my face
right into her hot crotch.

It was awful.  But it was also incredibly sexy somehow. 
Why was that?  I found myself weeping even as I licked
and fingered her.  I could feel her fingers in my hair;
her hands holding my head and guiding my motions.

I wanted to throw up.  But I just kept licking and
licking and fingering and fingering.

And then she came.  She went rigid all at once and
pressed my face into her crotch really hard.  She yelled
at me to stop licking.  I could feel her wet flesh pulsing
under my lips.  I could feel tears running down the
sides of my nose and dripping into her pubic hair.  She
just kept pressing my face into her until the
contractions had stopped.  Then she relaxed her grip
and for a long time we just lay quietly.  There was
nothing but the sound of her heavy breathing and my
own whimpering.

Then it was over.

                      *   *   *   *   *

I woke up at home in bed.  My head felt like it was full
of Kleenex but somehow I felt wonderful.  I knew my
muscles were sore, but it didn't bother me.  In fact I
really felt great.  I got up and took some Motrin
anyway.

Leslie was sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of
coffee.  She looked like I was feeling.

What the hell had happened last night?  I remembered
the show and the Green Room party.  Then everything
was a fuzzy blank.  I didn't remember having had
anything to drink, but this sure felt like some kind of
hangover.  I didn't even remember coming home, but
here we were.  I asked Leslie what happened, but she
couldn't remember, either.

"I guess we must have had a good time," I said without
much conviction.

"I guess so," she replied weakly.

                      *   *   *   *   *

About a month later, Leslie turned up pregnant.  She
had to decide what she wanted to do about that.  But the
weird thing was that she claimed she hadn't had sex for
over a year.  A lot of folks would have been very
skeptical about that.  But somehow, I believed her.