Danni Archer waited nervously for Ms. Sturm to pick her up outside of Café du Jean at 2 pm on the Saturday. Ms. Sturm had arranged for Danni to get some more sexual action to improve her knowledge and understanding of her own needs. Danni was to meet with eight older couples who had a swinger’s group; when Ms. Sturm had mentioned to them that she might be able to arrange a plaything for a special party they had eagerly jumped at the chance and scheduled a meeting for that Saturday afternoon. It was pretty much the only time that Danni could get away from under the thumb of her overprotective mother for any length of time. Danni had told her mother that she was going to an afternoon movie and ice cream afterwards with one of her friends. That friend was actually going to do those things and had agreed to tell Danni’s mother that Danni had been there if asked.
Danni was wearing her coat, a slightly loose pair of sweat pants and a larger than normal t-shirt that Ms. Sturm had requested for her to wear. She wore no underwear under the clothes. She had changed from her work clothes to this outfit in the washroom of the café; she had her clothes in a small backpack. Ms. Sturm had explained that this outfit was perfect for removing in a moving vehicle. Danni was to arrive nude at the swinger’s party. Ms. Sturm would put a trench coat around the young girl to walk her up to the door and deliver her. The only other thing that Danni would be wearing would be a leather bondage mask that Ms. Sturm would padlock under her chin before she left the car. The mask would serve two purposes. One it would conceal her identity from the people at the party. And two it would heighten Danni’s sense of helplessness and vulnerability. Ms. Sturm wanted to know how Danni would react to being used without being able to see who her partner was. Danni was not supposed to talk with the people at the party nor was she to make her name known. It was agreed by the swingers that she would simply be addressed as Slut.
Ahh! Thought Danni, here comes Ms. Sturm now as the small blue Honda Civic came to a stop in front of her. Danni quickly got in the car. Ms. Sturm started the car in motion as soon as Danni’s backside made contact with the seat. She said “Quickly now. Get those clothes off and the trench coat on the back seat on.” Danni complied and as soon as she had the trench coat over her nude body Ms. Sturm pulled over to the curb. They were now a number of blocks away from Café du Jean. She told Danni to lean towards her as she pulled the black leather mask from under her rear end. She had Danni hold her own hair back as she fitted the mask over Danni’s face. The mask would cover her eyes but leave her nose, mouth and ears exposed. It fit snugly under her chin and around her throat as Ms. Sturm tightened the straps. She then applied a small padlock to the strap ends that fitted in a device designed to hold them from being undone. Now only Ms. Sturm could remove the mask.
“Do you need any last minute instructions?” Ms. Sturm queried. Danni shook her head and whispered “No.” “Fine then. We will proceed. It will take about ten minutes to get there. Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes. It is bananastorm.” Danni said.
They drove for about ten minutes in silence. It seemed like a lot longer to the masked Danni but they finally arrived. Ms. Sturm pulled into a driveway and got out of the Honda. She walked around to the passenger door and opened it. She then guided Danni out of the car and up the pathway to the front door of the house. The door was quickly opened by someone in the house who had obviously been waiting eagerly for their arrival. Ms. Sturm pulled the trench coat off of Danni as she shoved her forward into the arms of the person inside and went back to the car. Since Danni did not expect the shove, she was off balance and leaned against the person inside. She felt the softness that could only be a woman’s breast. The person at the door was a woman, Danni thought; she had been expecting a man.
The woman helped Danni to straighten up and Danni swore that she took the opportunity to cop a feel of her left breast as she did so. It certainly seemed that her left nipple had been stroked. “Come Slut. This way. You may address all of us women as Mistress and the men as Master.” The woman said as she guided Danni forward into the house. The woman guided Danni into a room and she could sense that there were other people in the room although no one spoke. The woman walked her into what must have been the middle of the room.
“There is a cushion on the floor in front of you and an ottoman in front of it. I will help you to kneel on the cushion and then you are going to place yourself on the ottoman. That is the platform on which all of the men are going to fuck you. It was decided by us that you should be wet before the first man enters you. Us women thought it would be best if one of us were to help you get wet by licking your pussy. Do you object to this, Slut?” the woman said.
Danni thought for about thirty seconds. She had not really expected this. But what the hell! “No, Mistress.” She said meekly.
“Good. We drew straws for the honour of being the pussy licker and I won!” the woman gushed. “I am going to help you find a good position on that ottoman before we get started. So kneel and bend forward.” The woman said as she helped Danni onto the ottoman. “Scoot yourself forward a bit so your hips are more on the ottoman and your breasts are over the other side.” The woman guided Danni. “I have been on that ottoman myself numerous times.”
The woman began to stroke the backs of Danni’s thighs. Danni started a bit. “Just relax and spread your legs wider” the woman said softly as she worked her way into Danni’s softer inner thighs.