Bondage & Discipline, Submission, S & M

Guess Who's Cumming at Dinner

by Don Mineas

I had been 'waiting on the side of the roar for over an hour. I don't know why I had tried a short cut that I didn't know. Now here I‑ was, out of gas, on the side of the road, feeling groggy, with no help in sight. I thought I was hallucinating when I first saw the headlights approaching, but, yes, in the distance I could see lights coming closer. I got out of the car and stood on the side of the road and started to wave my arms over my head so that they would see me in the darkness. I began to grin broadly when I saw that they were slowing and pulling over. I he car pulled up behind mine and I walked over to the driver side door. Before I could get there, the door opened and out stepped the most statuesque beauty a had ever seen. She wore a long black coat that reached almost all the way to the ground. Her black leather boots shone in the headlights. Her jaw was set and even though it was night, she wore a pair of wraparound sunglasses. Even though her coat was closed it was so tight on her body that I could see her healthy breasts bulging through the material. Her blonde hair was piled high atop her head in an elaborate bun. I stopped in my tracks as I took in the impressive sight in front of me.

"What seems to be the problem here?" She asked in a low purr.

I've run out of gas, 1 hank you so much for stopping. If you could just give me a lift to the nearest gas station, I would be much obliged."

"There won't be any need for that, 1 just happen to have a can of gas in my trunk. I believe it will be enough to get you to the nearest station, it's just down the road. Help me get it and you will be on your way in no time."

She spoke steady and calm, her face showing no expression under the dark glasses. I thanked her as she turned and headed for the rear of her car. I followed. When she got to the rear of the car, the passenger popped the trunk and it opened. I turned and looked into the space and it was empty. I looked at the woman and she pointed toward the back of the space.

"It's way in there behind the spare in the back. I reached into the dark cavity and all of a sudden I feel her hands on my back and she's pushing me into the trunk! Before 1 could grab onto anything I was inside and she was slamming the lid down on me. I could swear I heard her laughing over my heated protests. I heard her footsteps walk to the front of the car and felt the car move from her weight slipping into the driver seat. The engine started and we were on our way. I don't know how long

we drove but it was long enough for me to start worrying about my oxygen supply. After a while the car slowed and I could feel the road surface change from the smooth pavement to gravel under the tires. We drove down this road for* a long time as well. Finally the car came to a stop. I heard the doors open and close and then I heard footsteps walking away from the car. I couldn't believe it! What were they going to do? Just leave me here? Soon I heard footsteps returning. It sounded like many footsteps, like a crowd was approaching the car. A voice that I recognized as the driver spoke.

"Welcome to Castle Sappho. You are very lucky. Many people long to visit but only a select few are invited and even fewer are "unexpected" guests. You may think our invitation to you is a bit unorthodox, but we request your presence at our feast this evening. Since this is a private club, we had to take these precautions to get you here. We hope that you are not alarmed, have gotten over your initial shock, and would be so kind as to join us at the table. if you are not interested, say so and we wall take you to the nearest gas station. If you think you wish to stay, don't say anything and we will open the trunk. Remember one thing: if you decide to stay, you must follow the rules of the house and you must obey every word I say."

This was starting to sound very kinky and I was up for an adventure so I kept quiet. I heard the key enter the lock and the trunk popped open. What a sight I was greeted with. Ten women, all of them stunningly gorgeous. they stood around the back of the car in a semi‑circle and moved back slightly to make room for me to crawl out. I bent over and was straightening my pants when I felt the blow to the back of my head. The asphalt stung my knees as 1 fell to the ground.

When I woke, I couldn't believe what they had done to me. At first I didn't know where I was. When my eyes opened, 1 was looking up at a very high, stone, vaulted ceiling. I tried to get up but realized that I was bound naked, by my wrists and ankles, to the corners of a large wooden table in the middle of a room. I looked around the table in the flickering candlelight. There were ten place settings at the table. Four down each side and one at either end. At each place setting, instead of a plate, there were black cases that looked like medium sized jewelry boxes. ! tried to call out, but my words lust echoed through the stone cavern. I struggled against my bonds but they were tight and unyielding. Then 1 heard footsteps echoing in a corridor as they approached. The footsteps were accompanied by muffled laughing and giggling. My ten hostesses entered the room and my heart started racing. All ten were dressed in the miscounting fetish gear. Corsets. Nylons. Leather boots. Blondes. Redheads. Brunettes. If I wasn't in the position I was in, I would have sworn I was in heaven. They all took their seats and a hush fell over the room‑ The driver of the car remained standing at the head of the table, looking down at me. I .vas speechless. The silence was broken by her words.

"I welcome you all to the annual Feast Of Castle Sappho. We are it lucky to be joined tonight by a rather delectable main course. Without further delay I say, greetings and bon appetite."

With that she took her seat and all the women commenced to open their respective boxes. I couldn't believe what they started to take out of these things! Al; manner of torture devices. Nipple clamps. Clothespins. Needles. Rope. Floggers. As they emptied their boxes out onto the table ;n front of them, scantily clad stave girls moved about the room serving drinks to the women. One woman stood up and attached clamps to my nipples. Another tied a string to each and looped it around my scrotum. It pulled tight on my tits. I started to protest and one of the women remarked that if I didn't shut up she would be more than happy to put her ball gag to use. Another woman ran a spiked wheel up and down my legs. One woman walked over with a butt plug and shoved it up my ass and turned on the vibrator in it. As they continued to drink and party, they got looser and started to get giddy. The driver/Headmistress picked up a long, heavy flogger and stood back. At this point I was wearing so many clothespins that I looked like a porcupine. Headmistress let loose with the cat on must chest, crotch and legs, sending clothespins flying with every blow. The women all laughed and egged her on to hit harder, which she did with glee. Finally, after she had removed all the clothespins and made the entire front of my body striped red from her flogger, she laid it on the table.

"I hope you have worked up a thirst because I have drunk so much that I need to relieve myself and I'm sure some, it not all these women feel the same way."

With that she climbed up onto the table so that her feet were on ether side of my head. I could see right up between her legs at her shaved pussy. As I was reveling in this sight, she squatted down and started to release her stream of golden nectar into my mouth. The other women hooted and hollered as they watched me drink all her liquid. I could hear them laughing and arguing about who would go next. When Headmistress was done, she stood up and got off the table. Then one after the other, all ten of the women climbed up and released their gift into my mouth.

I was awoken by the sound of tapping on the window of my car.