Katy's Body Pt. 22

Chapter 22: Katy joins a BDSM party.

*With thanks to my editor - Chris6160

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If you have read the previous instalments of this story, you will know that my husband and I returned from our vacation in the Philippines with my body due some severe punishment for disobedience. As you should already be aware I am a very sexual person. Sex dominates my waking thoughts and many of my dreams. My husband had, by normal standards, a healthy appetite for sex and was an excellent lover but his appetite simply was not enough to satisfy my needs in full. This applied to both our vanilla activities and our domestic BDSM activities. In any case the exhibitionist in me needed my body to me shared, used and abused by other men. I needed him to do something to arrange it. My many inhibitions left over from my strict upbringing could only be overridden in my mind if I could transfer complete control of my body to my husband. In principle, this was not a problem. My husband's greatest kink was sharing my body and watching it being used and abused by other men - a mixture between cuckold, voyeur and BDSM. The problem for me was simple. It was not happening enough.

I had dropped some far from subtle hints. Finally, he took me to one side.

"I do have a new adventure for your body. You will not have forgotten that you are due punishment. For that reason I have chosen an adventure which involves several activities that I am not sure you would freely consent to, if given the opportunity. This has always been part of your slavery - complete control and unrestricted use. You will probably hear something of it from your friends Claire and Zara."

He explained that we would be attending an event at Claire's house the next Saturday. From about noon, I would be Claire's slave maid. I would be expected to attend to whatever menial tasks were required and Claire, perhaps also her Master, could use my body in any way they pleased. I knew Claire to be both bi-sexual and, in BDSM terms, a switch. The intention was immediately clear. My husband knew that I had previously allowed Claire to fondle my just whipped body and found it arousing but also that I had some reservations about taking it further. This adventure would force the issue. I was, of course, a little unsure of whether I would find it sexy. I am not bi-sexual but I was desperate for some kind of adventure and it had always been the case that complete control meant that I would sometimes be required to undertake activities that, in their own right, I would not particularly enjoy. The humiliation and the sense of my body being objectivised and used had always been much sexier than the activity itself.

Since Zara was submissive and not interested in girl-on-girl action the evening would be different. Zara and her Master would join us for a themed evening. The theme would be Middle Eastern, in recognition of Zara's ancestry. Food would be Middle Eastern - Turkish and Lebanese. Each of us would be slave girls to one of the other's Masters, who could do as they pleased with our bodies. I would be slave to Claire's Master and Zara would be my husband's slave. This would mean that Claire's Master would be free to fuck my body. Penetrative sex was the only thing about "free use" situations that bothered me a little. Nonetheless I had previously accepted it as part of the no restrictions on use commitment and had no real problems in letting Claire's master fuck my body. In fact, I looked forward to it.

The one issue which troubled me was thought of my husband fucking Zara. I knew that he found her very attractive and this made me jealous. I recognised the irrationality and hypocrisy of it but it was an emotional, instinctive reaction. My body had been made available to other men to use and abuse so many times and my husband had been content to simply watch and encourage. This time he was going to use and abuse the body of my sexy friend. I didn't voice my concerns because I realised the unfairness of it. Instead, I tried to bottle up my emotions and walked around the house slamming doors and taking my anger out on kitchen objects.

My husband caught up with me.

"What is the matter with you? I thought that you wanted a new adventure?"

"It's not that. I can't bear the thought of you fucking that sexy Zara."

My husband told me that he loved me deeply, that although he would like to fuck Zara, I was way sexier than her, both in terms of my body and in my sexy, adventurous mind. He found Zara attractive and would like to fuck her but there was no way he would swap me for anyone. I was the most perfect slave he could imagine and a uniquely wonderful life partner. I was much reassured this but, out of a sense of stubbornness, sulked for the rest of the day.

On the journey to Claire's house I was required to wear one of my husband's shirts but was permitted nothing underneath. Normally on the journey I would be full of anticipation and sexual excitement at what was to come. I was on this occasion too but it was blunted a little by the jealousy which was still gnawing away at me. Jealousy is usually not a rational emotion and in my irrational state I resolved to try to make my husband jealous in revenge. In the evening I would throw myself into being the slave of Claire's master with an abandon and recklessness that would surprise him. I would encourage him to fuck me until I was sore and to punish me until I screamed. With hindsight it was not a wise strategy but jealousy twists minds.

We entered Claire's house and were greeted warmly. We were offered tea or, if we preferred, an alcoholic drink. Surprise, surprise I took a gin and tonic.

My husband soon made sure that I wouldn't need to wait to find out.

"Slave, present your body for your Mistress Claire to inspect."

I stood up, removed the shirt and presented my body to Claire according to husband's standard instructions - hands clasped firmly behind back and legs apart. I had presented my body to men in this way but this inspection was different. Claire was much gentler in some ways and much crueller in others. She ran her hands over my breasts and abdomen much more slowly, gently and carefully than a man, making little circles with her finger. To my surprise I found the humiliation and the subtle contact quite sexy.

Then, suddenly, the mood changed, and she twisted my nipples slowly and firmly until the pain was excruciating, far harder and for longer than any man. Then the mood changed again to gentle as her finger first flicked my clit and then slid inside my pussy. Finally, it changed again and long sharp nails squeezed my labia very hard indeed.

"Thank you. This slave will do very nicely."

I moved to next offer my body to Katy's master.

"No, you are not my slave until this evening. I will inspect your magnificent body then."

Claire's tone of voice changed in tone from warm and soft to harsh and commanding.

"I want to see you in your maid costume now."

I dressed in the costume that I had brought and took up several poses, front and back, so that my Mistress could see it all clearly.

"You will take on normal duties of a maid - cleaning, fetching items for me and answering the door. Remove your panties and leave them on the table by the door. You will only wear them to answer the door for deliveries and the like. Otherwise your pussy must always be in full view. When I feel like enjoying your body I expect you to be fully naked immediately on command. I intend to be a strict Mistress and any dissatisfaction will be severely punished."

"Yes Mistress."

"Maid! Go to the kitchen. There is a tray of sandwiches and snacks. Find two plates. Take them and the tray to the two Masters in the dining room and place them on the table for them."

I did as commanded and left the room. Claire had been watching intently.

"Come here! What did you do wrong?"

I had no idea.

"When you have finished serving you will stand there with your hands behind your back until you are dismissed. They may wish to use your body for small pleasures."

"I am sorry Mistress."

"Go to the kitchen. Bring me the longest wooden spatula hanging on the wall".

I handed it to her.

"Now remove your clothes. I want that gorgeous body naked when I punish it."

I presented my body to her in the usual way. I was enjoying the explicit submission and the humiliation. I was in a position where we could be easily seen by the two Masters in the dining room. Despite being more aroused than I had expected, the kernel of jealousy still burned inside me and my irrational belief that I could make my husband jealous by taking an exceptional level of abuse.

"May I speak Mistress?"

"You may on this occasion!

"I am truly sorry for my mistake with the basic etiquette expected of me. Where should I put my body for punishment?"

"Thank you. I will do just that. Place your body here where I can best punish it. Keep still and keep your hands clasped behind you back. Prepare to be beaten".

I was used to Claire speaking to me warmly as a friend so the harsh tone and cruel words were a deliciously intimidating change. I expected the coming punishment to be somewhat of a disappointment in my attempt to have my body submitted to more extreme cruelty. She was too short and slight to deliver a hard blow and too soft and gentle a friend to have the enthusiasm to inflict much cruelty.

Within seconds I knew how wrong I had been. I had forgotten that she was a keen tennis player. She took a classic tennis swing and the wooden spatula thwacked incredibly hard against my naked abdomen. The sheer shock of the initial pain and the force with which it was delivered made my body instinctively flinch.

"Since you are clearly unable to keep still you will be blindfolded so that you cannot see the blows coming. Open your legs wider too. I will now also be beating your pussy to punish your further disobedience."

She was away for a short time before the blindfold was applied from behind - a black silk scarf tied tightly. Until now I had rarely had my body abused whilst blindfolded. I found it not only a new but a sexually exciting experience. The uncertainty and the increased helplessness were delightfully sexy. The next blow was not to my pussy as I expected, but to my stomach again. It was probably just as hard as the first but was somehow easier to take. To my delight the lack of sight heightened the sounds and the feeling of my nude flesh being beaten. With fewer senses the initial pain of the strike should have been intensified but Claire was right; not seeing it coming somehow eliminated the instinct to flinch. Inside I now knew that I would be able to tolerate and enjoy the cruelty to come.

After a few further strokes to my abdomen, my breasts were next to be beaten. There seemed no lessening in the force of the blows, so I needed to focus on keeping my body still to take more punishment despite the increased pain from the pain inflicted to a sensitive area. Almost always in the past I had sought to tolerate the initial pain of each strike and to savour the slow build up of a warm soreness. This time was different. Perhaps due to my jealousy and perhaps due to a desire to earn Claire's respect, I wanted to feel the worst of the pain and I wanted more of it.

Attention was now directed to my thighs. I was roughly ordered to close my legs so that both thighs could be beaten with the same strike. The shift from breast to thighs reduced the need to concentrate on keeping still since it was easier to tolerate. The beating seemed to have lasted for much longer than usual. Finally, it came to an end.

"Now I hope that you have learned your lesson."

"Yes Mistress."

"Oh, just a moment! I have forgotten to beat your pussy. The best bit for me but probably the most painful for your body. Open your legs further. By way of further humiliation, you will beg me to beat it for you".

I opened my legs further to make it easier for her to strike my pussy. I spoke loudly so that husband could hear.

"Please Mistress would you be so kind as to beat my worthless pussy".

I didn't expect a response.

"That is so sexy. I love your willingness to offer your lovely body to be viciously abused. I love watching it suffer. "

It is difficult to strike a pussy hard when the victim is standing, particularly with an inflexible implement so I thrust my groin forward to make it easier. The difficulty in targeting a good strike made the force of the blows less than before. Each strike was still painful, but I was well prepared to appreciate the pain.

Finally, my beating with the spatula was over and the blindfold removed. I had a comforting warm soreness over the front of my body. I stayed in position, legs apart and hands behind my back. Claire drew closer, kissing me passionately (on her part). I tried hard to reciprocate but lacked the enthusiasm that I would have with a man. I was handed a large gin and tonic (which I needed). Claire ordered me to follow her to an upstairs bedroom. I was told to move up the stairs slowly so that she could watch my pussy move and my ass sway as I went up.

She showed me to a full-length mirror.

"Look how lovely and red your body is."

I was accustomed to a set of red stripes. The use of a wide, flat implement, the force used to beat my naked flesh and the length of the beating meant that there were no stripes. Almost all of my body from knees to shoulders was red. I was surprised but gratified that I had succeeded in pushing my body to accept such cruelty. Previously I had tolerated the initial impact of a stroke but, this time, I had started to enjoy each one. I had been moving in favour of more humiliation and exhibitionism and less pain so I wondered what had changed. I suppose that someone being given access to deliver a thorough beating to my body is a form of humiliation too.

Claire was running her hands over my tortured body with a combination of pride in her handiwork and sexual excitement.

"I adore your beautiful sexy body. It has a strange property of making others express their desire for it by inflicting pain and humiliation. It was like a dream come true to be able to beat it. I lapped up every blow, every reddening of your body. In many ways I could have continued expressing my desire for it through pain for longer but I need it for sex too."

Her next attempt at expressing her desire was to order me to lie on my back on the bed and she bound my wrists and ankles firmly to it.

"Such a wonderful body and mine to use as I want."

She produced one of those spray cans of chocolate flavoured whipped cream. The cream was applied liberally to both breasts, my abdomen and thighs. As a finishing touch it was sprayed over my pussy. Claire carefully licked of the cream, starting with my nipples, taking care to lick my nipples clean. She gave each nipple a quick nip with her teeth. The helplessness of my nude body was, of course, a source of arousal for me. I must also admit that licking the cream from my breasts and abdomen was sexy, perhaps sexier than a man could do.

Once she started on my thighs I knew the real stuff had started. The skin on the inside of the thigh is a little more delicate and more sensitive than elsewhere. As soon as she started there my body began to squirm with pleasure. She moved up and started on my clitoris. I have to say that, in terms of using the tongue to quickly and then slowly flick it with her tongue she was way ahead of any man. I was breathing heavily and moaning from my rapidly growing arousal.

I was close to an orgasm when she stopped licking the cream off my body. She climbed on the bed, straddled my helpless body and sat on my face.

"You know what to do"

I started to reciprocate by flicking her clit with my tongue, moving on to flick my tongue in and out of her vagina. From her moaning and squirming she seemed to be enjoying it. For me I have to say that it did nothing for my sex drive. There was nothing sexy for me. At this point I realised that I was a selfish bi-sexual. I could achieve almost the same amount of sensual pleasure from what was done to my body as by a man, but I could not derive much satisfaction from pleasuring another woman. Nonetheless I did manage to bring her to orgasm.

Claire's phone rang to notify a message.

"We have a delivery due at 3:30. Ensure that you have your maid's uniform on to receive it but, before then, give me your panties. Despite what I said earlier I would like the driver to have a clear view of your beautiful pussy. If he expresses an interest, you should invite him to finger it."

"Yes, Mistress. Should I offer him any other use of my body?"

"No, it will have plenty of use later."

I was allowed time for a smoke and a gin and tonic (or two). I kept a careful check on the time and was waiting by the door in maid costume and no panties. I was always aroused by the opportunity to show my body off to strangers and for it to be humiliated in the process. On this occasion it was a small part of my sexy day of humiliation and pain - to me a moderate excitement. I was simply becoming accustomed to my body being used as an object to provide sexual pleasure. Offering my body for someone to use was becoming second nature. That is not a complaint, offering my body for use and abuse was exactly what I existed for. It was the knowledge that much greater humiliation and abuse was to come that reduced the excitement value.

The doorbell rang and I was handed a package. The driver didn't appear to notice me initially but it didn't take long.

"I have to take a photo of the package to prove delivery. Would you like to put it on the floor."

"No, just take it like this."

"Wow! That is such a sexy view."

His phone provided the necessary camera click.

"Glad that you like it. I have been told to offer you a quick feel if you would like."

I opened my legs a little. He rubbed my pussy and slipped one, then two fingers inside. The humiliation of offering my body as his toy ensured that my pussy was moist. They slipped in and out a few times before withdrawing them and licking them.

As soon as I had closed the door behind me, Claire took me by the arm and stood me in front of a full-length mirror nearby.

"Remove your maid costume."

I did so and resumed my position in front of the mirror, now naked. I am narcissistic enough to be turned on by the sight of my own body and admired it, imagining others using it later. I noticed that most of the earlier redness had faded away. I felt Claire move so close that her body was in contact with mine from behind. Her hands ran all over my abdomen and up and down my thighs. She squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples hard. Her hand moved to my pussy and I opened my legs wider to provide access. One bonus from being fondled by a woman rather than a man it that they are some much more skilled in playing with a clit.