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Many more people had arrived, and the space had filled considerably. The group by the food had dispersed and little groups had formed on various couches, which made it feel populated without being crowded. We spotted Vivian waving excitedly to us from the outskirts of a larger group of the party's younger members.

Taking another look around as we made our way over, I was again struck by just how diverse everybody here was. Some were young like Malcolm, myself and our friends, but a large chunk were married with children. Some, like the Valmonts, were about to send their kids off to college, but others we passed were chatting about the absurd price of babysitting. Body types too - Some were fit like me but there were more than a few heavyset bodies on full, proud display. Brittani, for example, probably weighed 220 pounds, and was dressed to show off her absurdly large breasts. She caught me looking at her cleavage and smiled.

The one thing that everybody had in common was interest in female submissives. All the men here were dominants, and all the dominant women were gay or bi.

There seemed to be a bit of a charge to the air. Maybe it was the amount of leather, skin, erogenous zones and bondage gear on display. The tones of the conversations we passed, the movements of the people, the way there seemed to be much more looking and touching - everything seemed brimming with sex.

"You missed it!" Vivian said excitedly, grinning ear to ear.

"Missed what?" Asked Malcolm, looking into the crowd gathered around the couch opposite the one Vivian had saved us seats on.

"Their big announcement!" Vivian pointed into the center of the throng, where I could barely make out Nicole and Sam surrounded by people trying to talk to them.

"Ahh, wow! Congratulations are in order, I see." Malcolm said, following my gaze.

Clearly I was missing something. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Look at them and you'll see," said Malcolm.

I looked, but it was hard with all the bodies in the way. From what I could see, Nicole looked stunning. Just as Sam had promised the night we'd picked Vivian's outfit, Nicole was basically naked, with a thin and transparent sheet like top that was doing exactly nothing to hide her. My mouth watered drinking her in. Both her nipples had barbell piercings, capped with glittering red stones that matched her hair, lips, and nipples themselves perfectly. Her breasts were firm and pert, the kind that are wonderfully fun to play with while being compact enough not to bother Nicole while hiking or working out.

I was still feeling flooded with arousal from earlier, okay! It's not all my fault I was ogling her tits like a buffoon! She'd only been teasing me with them for months!

Madison, one of the two people Sam and Nicole were playing with tonight, made it to the front of the group. She must have said something, because Nicole held up her left hand for Madison to see. Light flashed from the diamond ring on her fourth finger and comprehension dawned on me.

"They're getting married!" I exclaimed.

"Yes! This is what Sam meant when she said she had new jewelry for Nicole to show off, you remember?" How could I forget? They had teased me for jumping to conclusions well enough. Vivian's happiness was like a warm aura around her, drawing us both in as she beamed at our newly engaged friends. She started sharing the story of how Sam purposed, but she was cut off by a loud whistle.

Jeff stood on the stage waving for people's attention. Even though it was only elevated a few feet, he towered over us and we all found ourselves looking upwards at him.

"Thank you all for coming to our home once again. It's been a while, a fact most of you have been constantly reminding Natalie and I about. There's no rule saying these things have to happen here, you know. Any of you people could have hosted." There were laughs and a few good natured calls for him to stop humble bragging.

While he went on with a few reminders about etiquette and not making a mess of his house, I leaned in and whispered to Malcolm, "Leave it to you to notice what's on a naked girl's finger while I'm gawking at her chest."

Our eyes met for a second and he smiled. "Remind you of anything?"

"Of course! Like, every single porn video we've ever shared!" We both chuckled, remembering Malcolm's tendency to highlight little details during our early friendship chats while my attention was drawn to the models bodies.

"It's not quite fair with her, though. Nicole is so much your type she's like your kryptonite." He dropped his whispering voice even lower and leaned into my ear. "Besides, these are much better." In a flash, he gave my breasts a firm squeeze.

"Oh shuddup!" I exclaimed, trying and failing to hide how much I liked the complement. "You're just biased."

"Maybe so, doesn't make me wrong."

"—and without any further ado, let's get the show started!" Jeff finally finished, motioning to two people whose names I couldn't remember to replace him on stage. They were a married couple in their 30s, friendly but more introverted than others, which was why I hadn't spent much time talking with them at any of the munches.

There were a lot of people who got on the stage that night. I lost count of the scenes, but there were at least a dozen. Some were better and more interesting than others, but three stick out in my memory as truly fantastic. This was one of those three.

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It started slowly. Marcus set Natasha to kneel on the edge of the stage while he sorted through ropes. Some people settled into the pillows and loveseats near the stage to watch while others who wanted to socialize more took their conversations back towards the refreshments.

Vivian watched with interest. She really liked the way they'd dressed together. Marcus wore all pure white, contrasting his dark skin and beard while Natasha's outfit was entirely black, contrasting her pale complexion and dyed white hair. Natasha knelt with her eyes closed, looking perfectly peaceful, while Marcus's steps and motions around her seemed to have an elegant grace to them. The way their contrasting lights and darks moved as Marcus flowed around and around his stationary wife preparing the ropes to bind her was slightly mesmerizing. Something about it and the calm aura both of them gave off was infectious. Everybody looking on unconsciously breathed easier and leaned back. Vivian smiled as, beside her, Malcolm wrapped his arm around Devyn and she rested her head on his shoulder.

There were far more ropes coiled neatly surrounding Natasha than Vivian could keep track of. Eventually, a threshold was reached, and the real dance began. There was no better way to describe it than to call it a dance - a dance of contrasts that bled together to create something smooth and beautiful.

Vivian was reminded of watching a tree on a windy day. Marcus was the wind, drifting gracefully around Natasha, softly touching her into position to bind her. Natasha was the tree, standing steady and still, but always yielding to the wind's direction. Around and around they went, working a mesh like harness of rope all around her core and shoulders, then snaking down her arms to hold tightly together behind her back.

The more Natasha was bound, the more serene she looked. Like the ropes were liberating her rather than weighing her down. Her legs were next, patterns of rope weaving them together from her hips down to her ankles. Finally, Marcus wound the last length into her hair. She was, well and truly, tied from head to foot.

Marcus gently lowered Natasha to the ground - the wind completing its dominance over the tree by toppling it over. At least, that's what Vivian thought until she realized Marcus wasn't done. He lowered something from the ceiling and started fastening the ends of the ropes from all over Natasha to it. It all came together perfectly, every length of rope measured out just so, all the knots taking exactly the right amount of slack, to connect together at that one point.

A hush fell over the room, everybody who had been socializing joining the already silent onlookers. Marcus finished the last knot and pressed a button. Slowly, Natalie rose into the air.

She came to hover suspended in the air, perfectly horizontal, her weight distributed perfectly across her frame. Vivian had never seen anybody so completely in another's power before. She looked deep into Natasha's serenely peaceful face and felt deeply moved. She was beautiful, unburdened by anything, completely supported by her master. Totally free.

It appealed to Vivian, and she imagined herself in Natasha's place as she rose higher into the air over the stage. What would it be like? Would it feel as liberating as she sometimes felt from pain? How would it feel to have sex while unable to move a muscle like that? She felt warm inside thinking about it. It took her a few seconds to realize why it felt strange. It wasn't a lusty, erotic heat. Well, not only that, anyway. It also felt... different. There was something else there that she couldn't put her finger on.

"That's amazing," Vivian breathed softly.

Beside her, Malcolm nodded and whispered back to her, "Marcus is a real master. He does a different tie every time and it always comes out perfect."

"How do they make something so sexual look so beautiful?" It was something that went against her world view. Sex, after all, had always been dirty in her mind.

"Because sex is beautiful," Devyn said simply. Vivian jumped slightly, not realizing she'd been close enough to hear.

"But I see what you mean, too," Malcolm said. He flashed Vivian a mischievous smile that Devyn couldn't see and continued, "They really have a way together. They match perfectly. Also, I quite like what he's done with his beard, maybe I should try gro—"

Devyn's head instantly shot up from his shoulder, "don't you dare even think about it!"

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"Yeah, I said yes, but honestly, I didn't have very much of a choice," Nicole told us conspiratorially. "I was a little tied up at the time. Sam was in full Mistress mode and had been edging me so much I was bursting out of my skin."

I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. "Where you're so desperate to cum that you'll agree to just about anything?"

"Yes! I'll tell you, I've agreed to some pretty fucked up shit from that spot too."

Sam and Malcolm both chuckled together. "What can I say? I know how to get what I want." Sam blew Nicole an ironic kiss.

"Damn sadists!" Nicole playfully shook her fist at both our Doms seated on the couch across from us. She pulled Vivian and I tight together on our couch "we subbies have to protect each other!"

"Be careful with that one, Firefly," Sam smiled and nodded at me, "She bites." Vivian and I both made biting motions towards Nicole, who laughed and pushed us away.

"I'm surrounded by perverts!"

"Don't say it like you don't like it," I teased.

"Oh, I never said I didn't like it," she puffed out her chest, light sparkling off the stones in her nipples. I would have loved to have said something clever, but my mouth was watering a little too much. "Anyway, cheats-to-get-her-way Mistress over there got me all worked up and then she says that the only way I'll be allowed to cum is if I say yes to her. Then the pulls out this ring and just looks at me expectantly."

"What? Were you expecting me to get down on one knee or something?"

"I'd love to see a picture of that!" Malcolm laughed. The image seemed pretty absurd. I had a hard time seeing Sam bend a knee before anybody. She was the type who, if she got shot, she rather would walk purposefully to the emergency room than allow herself to be carried on a stretcher.

"So would I," Jeff Valmont appeared over Malcolm's shoulder. "It's almost your turn. Are you ready?" He asked Nicole and Sam.

"Oh yeah! Let's go grab the others." Sam rose and motioned to Nicole to follow her. She did, but paused for a second and turned to me.

"You seem hungry tonight, Devyn. Do me a favor? While you're watching us, I want you to imagine that its your cock I'm sucking."

I gaped at her as she skipped away after Sam. It was much heavier handed than our flirting usually got. "Did she really just say that?" I looked from Malcolm to Vivian and back. Vivian seemed to think it was the most hilarious thing she'd ever heard. I glanced down between my legs to make sure I wasn't missing anything important. "What the fuck does that mean!"

I knew the smile on Malcolm's face well enough to know that he understood exactly what she meant. "I have no idea," he said, innocently.

We hadn't watched the scenes going on too closely since the first one, but it had become clear that no two were quite alike. If Marcus and Natasha's ropes display had been an artistic dance of grace, calm and control, then the performance that Sam, Nicole, Madison and Kate put on was its polar opposite.

Watching the four of them come up, I felt a little pang of unease. "They just got engaged and they're about to have sex with other people?"

"If they both like it, why shouldn't they?" Vivian asked gently. I honestly had no idea what to say to that.

We all watched the stage, expecting there to be some kind of buildup in the scene before things really got started. We were wrong. No sooner had the four women gotten up than Nicole was being tossed to her knee between the other three. Madison was a dominant and Kate was a switch who usually leaned towards submission, which made me assume that they would do something with two Dommes and two subs. It quickly became obvious that it would be three Dommes all having their way with Nicole.

It was rough and savage, wild and chaotic. Kate and Madison both had a hand in Nicole's hair and were taking turns forcing her face between their legs. Their loud moans and dirty talk carried across the room, telling Nicole just how to lick them and taunting her with ideas of what to do to her next. Sam stood back a few steps, smiling harshly watching her Firefly struggling to keep up eating two pussies. Of the four of them, Sam was the only one who was fully clothed.

Since leaving our couch, she had donned a massive strap on dildo. Even from our distance away, it looked seriously imposing. 8 inches? Maybe 9? And it was thick too, the kind of fake cock you only see used in porn. She sidled up behind Kate, the dildo swinging ridiculously between her legs, and offered her a paddle

Kate's cruel smile sent shivers down my spine. My eyes were glued to Nicole as Kate let her feel her weapon's leather across the skin of her ass, slowly building her anticipation, pulling back her arm, and then slamming it down hard! It wasn't a nice warm up stroke, the loud smack left Nicole's pale butt instantly flushed and Nicole yelped directly into Madison's pussy. Madison seemed to like that.

"Spank her again! AHH yes! Fuck! Keep doing it!"

It was totally different than watching porn. Being there as it happened made it feel like we were all a part of some kind of collective hive mind. All the submissives imagining themselves in Nicole's spot and winced with every fall of the paddle, squirming in their seats and licking their lips. The dominants split themselves between wanting to make her ass redder and imagining her mouth on them. I was no exception, and I shivered into Malcolm's shoulder feeling my body respond.

'Fuck she can eat some pussy!' I love oral sex, both giving it and receiving it, and I have a lot of respect for people who can do it well. Getting spanked while giving cunnilingus would be a real challenge. Every time the paddle fell, Nicole's body involuntarily jerked, and she needed to reset her mouth on Madison's clit. On top of that, it must have taken a lot of discipline not to clench her teeth and accidentally bite Madison.

I'm particular with the women I'm attracted to. I find lots of female body types visually appealing, but I really only get turned on by women who wow me. Nicole's figure was right up my ally and her personality drew me. She'd impressed me already more than once - I had already been struggling with the temptation to pursue group sex with her! This wasn't helping in the slightest. Watching her, being impressed by her, was making me seriously wet.

With sounds that were more savage than erotic, Madison came, surprising everybody by squirting all over Nicole's face. Just as Madison's juices started flowing, Kate's paddle forced Nicole hard into her, right into the squirting line of fire.

"Take it! Fucking make me cum again! AHH!" Madison shuddered and thrust her hips hard onto Nicole's tongue, clearly riding her to a second orgasm. "Yes! Stay on my fucking clit. Don't you dare fucking leave it. Right there! YES!" Sagging and finally sated, she released Nicole and stepped back.

Nicole wore a sloppy grin from ear to ear, clearly loving everything that was happening to her. I was surprised to see a similar pleased expression on Sam's face. There was a possessive gleam in her eyes that seemed to say: "yeah, my Firefly has a magic tongue. She's amazing, and she's all mine. You get to taste her when I let you, but she will never be yours because I've got her wrapped around my fingers and she will never want to get free."

It was exactly what everybody had been trying to describe to me and it shouldn't have surprised me. It was part of Malcolm's explanations for why he was open to scenes with me and other people. I guess I needed to see it in action for it to pierce my monogamy-normalized head.

Kate made to switch with Madison and take her turn riding Nicole's face, but Sam had other ideas. Firmly, she put her hand on Kate's shoulder and pushed her aside. "You can help her get it down." Not put out at all, Kate's cruelty shone through again, and she settled down on Nicole's kneeling level at Sam's feet while Madison took Kate's old post spanking her. Nicole's ass was really starting to glow - it was bright enough to show how well she earned her Firefly nickname.

Somehow, I still didn't realize what was about to happen until it did. Sam lined her rubber cock up with Nicole's mouth and Kate slowly pushed Nicole's head forward. My eyes got wider and wider as, one inch at a time, the huge dildo vanished. Five inches in her mouth, then six. It must have hit her throat already, she must be gagging on it. Kate didn't let up as Nicole's distress started to show - seven inches, eight, then finally Nicole had the entire thing down and her face was pressed to Sam's pelvis.

"But... but..." I stuttered dumbly. "How? She doesn't even like cock!"

Then Kate took her hands away, and Nicole didn't move. She held herself there on her own, loudly struggling with the effort, but keeping it down. Seconds ticked by while everybody held their breath, my mouth going slack and my own throat feeling sore just watching. After what felt like an impossibly long time, Kate pulled Nicole by the hair backwards and she collapsed in a heap, heaving down air and looking thoroughly used.

I couldn't do that. I couldn't get anything down past my gag reflex to save my life. My lesbian friend was officially better at deep throating than I was. She must have trained herself just because her Domme liked to wield a strap on. Awe filled me as Nicole was pulled back to her knees and back onto Sam's cock, lubing it up with her spit and Madison's leftover juices. Something inside me crumbled, and at that point, and I knew it was only a matter of time. Her parting words

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