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THE PARTY
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by Manservant
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My Mistress had first heard about the party some six weeks previous. I
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had looked forward to it with both excitement and apprehension. It was time to
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get ready. My Mistress commands me to undress then put on a pair of open
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crotch pantyhose. She then hands me some 1/8 inch nylon rope and gets on the
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bed to watch. Her command is implicit. I bind my prick. She watches and
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corrects. "Tighter," she insists. "All the way up". When I'm finished my prick
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is tightly wound from the root to just below the head. An anchor rope winds
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around the entire organ and between my legs to a rope around my waist. My hard
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prick sticks straight up. "Put these on" she commands handing me a pair of
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black leather 4 inch heels, ankle fetters connected with a 12 inch chain and a
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taffeta mini skirt and petticoat. The skirt raps around high at the waist. My
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throbbing prick makes an obvious protrusion at the front. It's so short that
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it barely covers me. I put on the heels and ankle manacles. "Turn around" I
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do. "You look delicious. Now help me dress". As she looks in the mirror she
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directs me to select the clothes she will wear tonight and help with her
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makeup and hair. When we're finished she looks elegant but not out of the
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ordinarily in long skirt and white silk blouse and pearls. Her belt however is
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unusual. I hadn't seen before; very wide which nicely shows off her tiny
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waist. She is beautiful. She tells me I must drive. I do so carefully. I don't
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want to explain this to the cops.
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When we get to the house my Mistress orders me out of the car to finish
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dressing me. She directs me over to a tree and commands me to remove my skirt
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and hands me my corset. I put it on and at her direction reach overhead to
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grab a branch. It is dark out and I hear some of the guests going inside. My
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Mistress tells me to exhale as she tightly cinches the laces of my corset from
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behind. The corset extends from just above my prick to just below my armpits.
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She laces from the waist to the the top and bottom three times. I am dizzy
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from breathing. She stands admiring my form before she allows me to release
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the branch and put on the miniskirt again over the corset which wraps now much
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tighter around the waist. Next she has me kneel in front of her after I have
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caught my breath. She shows me the gag. A strap around the head securely holds
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the mouth piece between the teeth and the tongue. From this a smaller strap
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circles under the chin to anchor it to the lower jaw. Further two leather
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straps to each side to each side of my nose connect between the eyes to a
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thicker strap which runs over the crown of the head and is connected at the
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back of the neck. I hate these because they not only secure the gag but
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obscure my vision. Secondary straps also connect from both in front and in
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back of the ears so that the gag is almost like a helmet. After the gag is in
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place my Mistress pumps a thick rubber bag which is inserted inside the mouth
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so that it completely fill the inside of my mouth. She closes the valve,
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removes the pump and laces a thinner leather mouth piece which hides from view
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the valve and mouth piece. This cover ranges from just under the nose to the
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chin. She then locks the gag in place
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Next my Mistress applies the collar. This is a thick piece of steel
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reinforced leather up to 7 inches wide which locks my head in upright
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position. With this and the gag on I can barely move my head. I was dreading
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that arm sheath. It's like a square leather pocket with straps. First my
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Mistress has me fold my arms in back of me. I grab my arms just above my
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elbows while she slips the leather pocket around my arms. Using straps at the
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top she attaches the binder to rings at the back of the collar so that it
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won't slip down. Then she attaches the bottom to just above the waist of my
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corset. My arms are totally useless, they don't move unless my body does.
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You'd be surprised how much one uses even slight movements of the arms to
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balance. With the sheath on I have to be very careful. My ankle were still
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connected my a 12 inch chain that runs between my ankle manacles. I have
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practiced walking like this for weeks before tonight.
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"Turn around!", she commands. My prick was about ready to explode. "Oh
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you look great." I am collared, corsetted, gagged and sheathed. I am wearing
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panty hose and 4 inch heels. My prick is bound tightly with rope through a
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small hole in the pantyhose underneath taffeta miniskirt. My Mistress kneels
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before me, lifts my skirts and circles her mouth around my aching prick.
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"Not a sound", she commands. I obey. I'm in heaven. "Don't come". I can
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barely stand it. After a few minutes she stopped, sensing that loss of control
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was immanent.
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She stands before me. "OK here's the moment we've been waiting for. We're
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just about ready to go in to the party. Remember your rules. Total obedience.
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Oh and one last adjustment." She pulled from her purse a four foot twist link
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chain. She shows me the tiny one inch diameter fetter at the end before
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attaching it tightly above my testicles. The weight of the the chain tugs at
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my balls. Its not really painful but I notice. The other end she connects to
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ring at the back of her belt. She turns to examine my chagrin. "Just so you
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won't go wandering off", she smiles. At that she turns and strides toward the
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door of the house with me, her slave desperately following her. She rings the
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door. "You have to be very attentive. I don't want to have be concerned with
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you so don't allow the chain to get taut but also don't touch me unless I tell
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you to. Do you understand?" I nodded as best I could with the collar on.
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For the evening I am her shadow. She barely looks at me. In the early
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part of the evening less people are there so my Mistress is free to walk
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around. As I am hobbled with the ankle manacles and high heels following her
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is a real chore. When she stands talking with people I have to be sure no one
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tries to pass between us. With my head immobilized and the gag on its hard for
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me to see. For the most part I am able to avoid the painful tug and my
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Mistress' glare when I fail. My eyes are glued to my Mistress for any hints as
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to her next movement. Occasionally someone asks my Mistress about me.
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"Oh yes, this is my husband. He really wanted to come, didn't you dear",
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she teases. "He still does." She lifts the front of my skirt to reveal my
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aching prick. I blush. I become concerned when the music starts and people
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start dancing. I panic when the host of the party asks my Mistress to dance
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and she says yes. As they gyrate around the dance floor I desperately try to
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keep up and second guess. But its impossible to avoid the occasional mistake
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which costs me much pain. Mercyfully the next dance is slow. However this
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provides it own torture. My Mistress begins making out with her partner as I
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must simply tag along watching her every move to avoid the pain. Our host a
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whispers the inevitable invitation into my Mistress' ear. She giggles.
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"What about him?", he queries. "What about him" she reponds. The begin
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walking toward the staircase as I gingerly follow closely behind. Our host
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whispers something to his butler as my Mistress and he walk upstairs arm in
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arm. When we enter the bedroom our host disappears into the bathroom. For the
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first time tonight my Mistress turned around and gazes into my face. She
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follows the connecting chain with her fingers and strokes my aching prick. I
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plead with my eyes. She follows the chain back to the belt and unhooks the
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chain.
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"You can watch, but one sound and you'll be scrubbing floors for a
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month." Leading me to edge of the bed she connects to the bed frame. As our
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host returns she's unbuttoning her blouse.
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