Doreen and Alex arrived. When she spotted Clarisse, Doreen squealed with joy and enveloped Clarisse in a hug that nearly knocked her off her feet. Fortunately, Sully stood there with his hands on her waist, keeping her upright.

“I’m so glad you made it! You’re going to have a blast tonight!”

Clarisse wasn’t sure if she’d remember anyone Sully introduced her to. Maybe if reminded what they wore, because that’s what stuck in her mind. If so, they could jostle her memory with descriptors such as “painful looking metal cage on his cock man” or “the woman with the pierced nipples and bells strung on them.” Everyone was friendly and welcomed Clarisse. As the arrival window closed and the party’s official start time drew near, more people changed from street clothes into a wide variety of fetish wear from relatively tame to totally naked with accessories.

Frequently hung from pierced body parts.

She wondered if Sully would make Mac change, but he didn’t.

Yvette and Mike showed up, as did Bob and Jenna. Yvette had Mike naked and hunched over. Yvette grinned at Clarisse’s puzzled expression. “Bet you’ve never seen one of these before, have you?

Turn around, boy. Show her your pretty ass.”

Mike shuffled around so his backside was visible. Across the backs of his thighs lay a long wooden clamp, with a hole in the center, through which were clamped his…

Clarisse felt a sympathetic pain in her own nether regions. The device tightly squeezed his balls and cock. Yvette had clipped his cuffed wrists to each end of the thing.

“It’s a humbler,” Yvette gleefully exclaimed. Then she spun him around, caught his head with her arm, and pulled him up. He winced as his cock and balls were stretched by the device. “He’s my good boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” he gasped.

She let him return to his hunched over position. “He talked back to me on the way here. Normally I don’t make him wear it this soon in the evening, but I gave him a choice of this, or I was going to let Ray and Oot have their way with him and spit roast him. He chose this.”

“Ray and Oot?”

“You haven’t met them yet, girl,” Sully said. He spotted someone at the other end of the building. “In fact, there they are. Let’s go introduce you before they start playing.”

Yvette stopped Sully. “Hey, can I play with Mac later?” She grinned. “I brought an extra humbler.”

“Sorry. I have plans of my own for him tonight.”

“Damn. Oh well.” She slapped Mac on the shoulder. “Lucky you.”

As they made their way to the other end of the building, Mac muttered, “Yeah, lucky me is fucking right. Thank you, Master.”

“You honestly think I’d let her play with you again after the last time?”

“I hope not.”

“What happened?” Clarisse asked.

Mac stepped to her other side. Keeping his voice low he said, “I had to pee sitting down for a week. That psycho bitch makes Sully look like Santa Claus. She’s one of the few times I’ve ever safeworded for pain. She makes the Marquis de Sade look like a sweetheart.”

“She knows Mac’s a pain slut,” Sully quietly added, “and she was eager to see how far she could go. Mike can’t take heavy impact play, and she wanted to try it.” He looked at Mac. “You’re the one who agreed to play with her. I told you it was your choice. I also gave you the option of letting me red light the scene, if you’ll recall, but you said you wanted control of it.”

“Yeah, and next time I insist on that, feel free to smack me in the balls and remind me of Yvette.”

Clarisse shivered. “You won’t let her do anything to me, will you?”

Sully stopped and turned her to face him, his face dark, his voice serious. “No one ever touches you but Mac and me. That’s a promise.”

As they walked, another man stopped Sully to ask him a question.

Clarisse leaned in to Mac. “What’s a spit roast?”

He laughed as he nuzzled her ear and whispered, “One of my favorite fantasies starring you as the center, watching Master fuck you while you suck my cock.”

She gasped, her knees nearly melting out from under her at that mental image.

Mac chuckled. “You okay, sweetie?”

“Yes,” she squeaked.

Question answered.

“You okay? You wanted an honest answer, right?” His evil, playful grin told her he knew exactly what effect his words had on her.

“I’m okay.” Just hornier than hell.

Sully finished talking to the other man and they continued their walk to the end of the building.

The men, Ray and Oot, rummaged through two duffel bags. A nearly-naked woman, wearing only a leather harness, knelt nearby waiting on them. Sully introduced Clarisse to the men. Ray had gorgeous hazel eyes and apparently natural blond hair from the looks of it. Oot’s coal black hair was spiked, and his light blue eyes sparkled with good cheer. From the collar around Oot’s neck, Clarisse suspected Ray called the shots.

“Are you sure you packed it?” Ray testily asked.

Oot rummaged through another bag. “I know I did, Master. It’s got to be here.” He started emptying the bag, pulling out riding crops, canes, floggers, and other assorted items.

“Oh, here it is,” Ray said, pulling a small device out of his bag.

“Sorry about that, buddy. It got caught inside a towel.”

Oot sat back on his heels. “I thought I’d lost my mind for a minute there.”

Ray grinned. “You mean you haven’t?”

The men laughed. Ray stood while Oot repacked the duffel bag.

Ray motioned for the woman to stand.

“Come here, kitten.” He fitted the device into what looked like a ready-made place on her harness…right between her legs. When it started humming, Clarisse realized it was a vibrator.

“Don’t you come until I tell you to, or I’ll redden your ass. Daddy Saul gave me carte blanche with you this weekend, girlie.”

The woman moaned and shifted from one foot to the other as she struggled to comply.

Ray turned back to Sully and Mac and shook hands with them and Clarisse. He stood a little shorter than Sully.

When his eyes landed on Clarisse, they skirted up and down her body, the obvious questions in his gaze remaining unasked. Instead he said, “Any plans for the evening, or just here to socialize tonight?”

“Going to play it by ear for a while. My girl’s never been to a play party like this before.”

A ball of heat rolled through Clarisse at Sully’s words, the possessive tone in his voice.

His girl.

Sully and Ray chatted for a few minutes before Sully led her and Mac away. He handed her over to Mac. “Go get her changed.” Then he walked off to talk with someone else.

Put-up or shut-up time. She looked up at Mac, although with her heels, their height difference wasn’t as pronounced.

He smiled and slipped his arm around her waist. “Let’s get you changed.”

The changing room was mostly empty. Clarisse felt heat redden her skin again as he led her to their locker and pulled out one of their bags.

“Keep the shoes on and slip your skirt off,” Mac said.

Easier said than done. She tried not to wobble as she worked to wiggle the snug garment off. He knelt in front of her and tugged on the hem, then let her use his shoulders to brace herself as she stepped out of it.

He laughed. “What’s this?” He hooked a finger under her plain cotton panties and tugged a little.

Her face had to be a dark shade of magenta by that point.

“Underwear,” she shot back. “What do you call them?”

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Off.”

“You can’t be serious!”

His face softened. “I won’t force you. It’s your choice.”

Her heart raced as he stared at her. If she wanted a chance to do things their way, she’d have to do things their way. She still wore more clothes than over half the other attendees anyway.

He stood and leaned in, his mouth near her ear. “Master and I promise no one will touch you but us. I swear it.”

It wasn’t just that, although that made up a large part of it. Then again, after seeing some of the party attendees she actually fell in the middle of the range in terms of body types. There were women—and men—much larger than her wearing much less and apparently completely comfortable with it. From the way they walked around, they obviously didn’t feel self-conscious, so why should she?

She closed her eyes, hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband, and pulled them down. Mac knelt again, letting her brace herself on him. She didn’t open her eyes until he’d pulled the other skirt up her legs and into place. She felt a cool draft of air touch her admittedly damp sex.

When she dared open her eyes, Mac had stood and was smiling.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered. He helped her out of the corset. When she moved to cover her breasts with her hands, he gently grabbed her wrists and pulled them away, bent in, and licked her right nipple, then her left.

He smiled. “Worth every fucking stroke and then some.”

He helped her with the halter top, fastening it for her. Then he stepped back and admired her. He grabbed her hand and placed it on the front of his jeans. She felt his large, rigid cock clearly outlined against the denim and straining for freedom.

“That’s what you do to me, babe,” he whispered. “No other woman here tonight does that to me. Next time you think about putting yourself down, you think about this.” He squeezed her hand, molding it around the shape of his stiff member. Then he let her go, grabbed both duffel bags, and led her back to the play space.