We were fed on the floor of the gazebo late in the afternoon, then herded into assist with the more menial preparations for the party. The mansion bustled with activity, and I heard the staff say that over fifty people were expected. About an hour befor the party was to begin, we were led into a sotorage room. Inside were six new arrivals, already naked except for their harnesses and butt plugs. They were all quite young, probably late teens to early twenties, and all appeared anxious and expectant. Everyone whose nipples were unpierced had clamps applied and cinched down hard; I stifled my scream.
Leashes were clipped to our collars, and Frau Scheide appeared along with Susan, both in leather corsets. The Frau pulled hard on the reins while Susan whipped the backsides of those in the rear, driving us to the dining room. I couldn't believe that my wife, who had never wielded a whip before today, was now thrashing a team of slaves with vigor.
In the massive hall, four slaves were bound to the brass rings on each side. The women had their hands shackled above them; their legs were in slings which spread them wide exposing their sex completely. One of the female yard-slaves was led crawling to each of the women and licked their vulva, causing the lips to pout, swell, and moisten. A young male and I were taken to the grand staircase and secured to the brass rings at the end of each of the bannisters.
The guests began to arrive shortly thereafter, all attired in tuxedoes and evening gowns. Some would pause to pull on our nipple clips, yank and slap our erections, or sometimes to squeeze them until a drop of precum oozed out, which they collected on their fingers, then tasted. One stunning mulatto woman, tall with deep brown pools of eyes and tits with uplifted nipples, approached me. She was dressed in a green silk halter dress which barely concealed her breasts and which exposed her cleavage down to her belly button. She kissed me hard on the lips, probing my mouth, then pumped my prick a few times with her hand.
"I'm Chris," she purred, "See ya later."
The house staff in their uniforms served champagne and cocktails laced with aphrodisiacs. The table was dressed in white linen with blood-red napkins and black plates with gold edges. A large stone carving depicting a satyr ravishing a nymph served as the centerpiece, and to one side was the phallic ice sculpture, on the other a ice phallus was thrust between vulva.
The dinner consisted of multiple courses, all delectable and exquisitively presented. With the salad course, several women requested the "special" dressing, and a waiter would step forward, remove his penis, and proceed to jack off on to the greens, much to the delight of the guests. The meal lasted more than three hours. A string quartet was playing in the ballroom, and people meandered in to dance, or to the library for liquors and cigars. After a half hour, Chris walked over to me, clipped a leash to my collar, and released my bonds. She led me to the library where the games were in progress.
I first noted that all the servants had changed clothes. The butlers were dressed in leather vests and chaps which displayed their crotches and buttocks, while the maids wore leather corsets which pressed their bosoms upward, along with garter and hose. In the smokey room, three slaves stood in line, their rock-hard erections exhibited to the crowd. Stiff rubber slings were slid to the base of each oiled penis and weghts were added one by one to the sling below their scrotum. With each new weight, their cocks were pumped once with oiled hands. Money was on the table as bets were placed to see which slave could hold up the weights the longest. The first cock bent at four pounds, and the loser was taken off to be whipped. The winner held eleven to applauds, and was allowed to do what he will for the evening.
On the other side of the room, three slaves sat wiht guests kneeling at their feet, still in their evening dresses. At the sound of a bell, the women began to suck each cock, trying to coax an ejaculation, while the men tried to resist. Bets were placed on the longest lasting slave and on the first woman to succeed. After fifteen minutes of vigorous fellating, a woman in a sequined gown removed her mouth and let out a victory cry as the slave's balls tightened and his semen spurted forth, splattering her face and hair. The crowd cheered. The male winner lasted over twenty five minutes.
At midnight, everyone began to disrobe at the same time. Some folded their clothes neatly over chairsj; others simply let them drop to the floor in a heap. About a third of the revelers headed in twos, threes, and fours to bedrooms, some with whips, while the others ambled to the ballroom. Chris led me there on my leash. Music still played in the great room, but the lights had been dimmed just enough to soften the scene. Two fireplaces blazed, making those near them sweat and casting flickering shadows about. In the center of the room, nine huge mattresses had been sewn together to form an enormous cushioned space on which over forty naked bodies joined, parted, and rejoined in all combinations. I saw Frau Scheide in a passionate sixty-nine with a lovely blond girl who could not be much over eighteen. Hilda, gloriously naked to my eyes for the first time, serviced three men at once, riding one while another humped her ass from beind, and the third fucked her mouth. I recognized the slave winner of the fellatio contest, as he plunged into a voluptuous brunette on her back while licking the titties of a diminutive Asian girl who trembled as she straddled the brunette's face. Eric and Hans were in a corner penetrating one of the wall-ornament boys from the front and rear. In the center of the vast mat, a couple embraced in a yoga position, kissing while she rocked on his lingnam. Around them was a circular daisy chain of four men and women that writhed as they nuzzled and tasted each others genitals, forming a living orgiastic mandala.
Chris pulled me along to the far corner of the ballroom where a large rubber sheet had been placed. Half-empty bottles of champagne and Evian sat in ice buckets strewn about. A couple lay on the mat, she riding him and facing his feet, eyes closed as she bounced on his cock, and around them six other partiers gathered. As the woman began to quiver with her approaching orgasm, one woman squatted over the man's face, holding on to the shoulders of the rider, while another woman presented her pussy to the rider's mouth. As the rider screamed in orgasm, the man came as well, and both women began pissing on their faces and into their mouths. The four men pressed in and started to hose down the other four. Urine splashed everywhere, the immense flow forming large yellow puddles on the mat
Chris led me back to the mattresses and removed my harness and plug. Next to us, Susan was kneeling over the cock of a large black man. His organ was long, about ten inches, and thick as a bedpost. Unable to fit the large head in her mouth, she licked the glans and shaft, pumping, till it leaked copious amounts of precum. Chris slipped her hands under her dress to remove her panties, then pressed me down to suck on her breasts. Her nipples were hardened with desire, and I could smell her arousal. As she pushed me down further to her crotch, her dress fell off, revealing a rock-hard cock which curved sharply upward. I gasped in surprise, and she thrust it into my open mouth.
Susan, having witnessed my debasement, laughed and reached over to grab my neck, pushing my head down till my nose was flattened against Chris's pubic hair.
"Enjoy it, cunt!" she ordered.
A cute, petit red-head crawled over and giggled when she realized my predicament. She knelt beside me and began rocking my head back and forth, thrusting the prick down my throat. When Chris's erection was dripping with saliva, the red-head lay down beside the black stud, pulling me down on top of her. Chris knelt behind me and, as she entered my ass, pushed me grunting in the red-head. I groaned with pleasure as she fucked me, and also the woman through me. I felt like I was impaled on one long spear. Just next to us, Suzy lowered herself slowly on to the huge phallus, and I could see her juices running down it as she worked it into her pussy moaning. She made small bouncing movements as it penetrated her further and further, till her clit at last rested against his pubis. She panted as she began to ride it in earnest. I had never seen her so aroused. Beneath me, the red-head began to shake uncontrollably, almost throwing me off her; and, as she came screaming, Suzy shrieked and trembled, but continued to ride the prick, experiencing multiple orgasms. I pumped my seed into the girl and rolled off her. Finally, Suzy pulled herself off the pulsing cock, slick with their combined cum, and straddled my face. Chris entered me again, lifting my legs above his shoulders, as Suzy rubbed my face into her overflowing cunt. She stroked me till I came again, along with Chris, then leaned down to kiss me and lick my face.
"Remember that this is your fantasy, baby," she whispered, then got up and walked away.
I moved to follow, but Chris held me down and yanked on my collar.
"You're still a slave tonight, bitch," she said in a threatening tone, then pulled me along seeking new diversions. Later I fell asleep, exhausted, with Chris's cock in my mouth.
The next morning I woke in a large canopied bed with satin sheets, and a head was bobbing on my cock under the covers. After I fed her my cum, she crawled out from under the blankets, wiping her lips. I had hoped for and expected Susan, but it was one of the ornament girls from the party. She smiled and departed. Eric entered, carrying a breakfast tray and a new suit.
"Did you sleep well, Herr Matthews?" he asked crisply.
"Yes, thank you. Where is my wife?" I asked, surprised by the role reversal, and worried about Suzy.
"I believe she is in Frau Scheide's bedroom, sir."
"Please let her know I need to see her."
"I will, sir, presently. At the moment, she is somewhat occupied." He left abruptly, barring further questions.
I got up to follow, but found the heavy oak door locked. I ate, showered and shaved, knowing it was futile to attempt to leave until they allowed me. An hour later, Eric arrived and ushered me down to the library. I was amazed to see that no traces remained of the debauch last night. Frau Scheide greeted me graciously.
"Good morning, Herr Matthews! Have you been taken care of well this morning?"
"Yes, but...where is my wife?" I asked curtly.
"She is deliberating; scratching a seven-year itch, and deciding whether or not to continue to scratch it. From time to time, things need to be shaken up a bit, tested to find their strength. This has been such a test, and things heve changed this weekend; people have changed."
I listened with a sinking feeling. "What can I do about it?"
"Nothing, only be prepared to make a new commitment if given the chance. It's the best you can hope for."
After waiting for an hour in the library, the Frau rose from her chair. "Perhaps it's best you leave now. It appears she has decided. You are welcome to come again, though not too soon." When I turned toward the stairs, she added, "It's useless. I will not allow you to force her to leave."
Eric and Hans appeared, and I knew she was adamant. I turned to leave, frustrated and distraught. As I neared the door, Susan appeared, looking as beautiful as the first day I had met her. When I went to kiss her, she stopped me unexpectedly.
"Things are different now, you realize. If I am to go with you, you must acknowledge this fact," she stated firmly.
"But..." I stammered, and she frowned. Finally understanding, I sank to my knees and kissed her feet. She patted my head. Walking over to the Frau, she kissed her passionately.
"I'm sorry, Greta, but I simply couldn't. I hope you understand."
"Very well, meine Leibchen. Please promise to come back soon, and you may bring your bitch if you wish."
"I will. Goodbye, love." She brought me to my feet and kissed me pertly on the lips. "Let's go my little cunt."
As we left, I fully comprehended: things had changed.