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'How does he always know? Even watching scorchingly hot lezdom, he's paying attention to me.' "Can we talk about it later?"

"Sure."

I wasn't the only one getting turned on. On couches and love seats all around us, squirms and cuddles were heating up into open petting and fondling. It really added to the feeling of a collective experience. The rougher the three Dommes were with Nicole, the more she loved it, and her enthusiasm was intoxicating. No matter how much she was smothered from all sides in pussy, tits, ass, thighs, pain and pleasure, she insatiably rose and rose again.

It came to a crescendo with Nicole on her back and mounted by Madison, Kate and Sam together. Kate rode Nicole's mouth, bucking her hips hard to force her clit as far in as possible. Madison straddled Nicole's mid-section and had Nicole's hands trapped under her, using them to grind against while she gave Nicole's breasts loud, hard slaps that left visible prints behind. Sam was between Nicole's legs giving her a very heavy fucking.

How Nicole's tiny body had managed to fit that thing inside was beyond me. It looked like she was being split open, except instead of writing in pain, she thrust up to meet Sam's thrusts with passionate delight. It must have been overwhelming for her, being assaulted by so much stimulation from so many directions at once. Buried under bodies, all demanding her submission to their desires.

Nicole's jaw must have been on fire from using it constantly for so long, but she still brought Kate to a screaming orgasm. She managed to divide her focus well enough to get Madison off again as well, finger fucking her hard while she continued smacking her tits shades of red to match her ass. As they were finally satisfied, they each slid off Nicole and settled to watch Sam fuck her brains out.

And Sam did exactly that, penetrating her with furious gusto, as if to show everybody just how much her Firefly could take before she collapsed. Nicole would later tell me that she'd been cumming nearly constantly the entire time Sam fucked her. She battled her exhaustion and overload, trying to keep her body going, but Sam was relentless. Her hips pumped tirelessly and she seemed determined to conquer Nicole by sapping the very last of her strength away from her.

Eventually, that's just what happened. With a soft moan, Nicole fell backwards and lay spread eagled like a dead thing.

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Nicole tried her best to walk proudly off the stage afterwards, but she was so worn out that Sam was mostly carrying her back towards the guest rooms and showers. With her arm draped around Nicole like that, gentle but firm and protective, Vivian imagined Sam looked like a mother lioness carrying her sleepy cub home.

Unlike Marcus and Natasha's robe bondage, Sam and Nicole's scene had been sex as Vivian was more used to in its tempo, savagery and wanton dirtiness. It made her happy to see Sam's being so tender afterwards. Nicole certainly had earned it. High though Vivian's sex drive was, Vivian knew she had nowhere near that kind of stamina.

Vivian was happy for them, but with a little twang of melancholy. She wished she deserved that from Master Paul after he had his way with her. Maybe, if she were able to perform for him as well as Nicole had, she might get there someday.

"Where is everybody going?" Devyn asked, motioning at the stream of people following Sam and Nicole.

"Probably to try to find a private area for their own scenes," Malcolm answered.

"Oh. Well, good. I'm glad I'm not the only one who got hot and bothered watching that."

"I don't think you need to worry about that," Vivian said with a smile.

"You too, Vivian!"

Normally, Vivian would have blushed and been too embarrassed to admit it. But this wasn't normal. She was, after all, talking to somebody wearing nothing but her bra, panties, and a collar about their exhibitionist friends. She was surrounded by people who all understood her, and she felt safe letting her slut shine through around them. "What? Can't a straight girl get turned on watching lesbians?"

For some reason, that made Devyn beam. "Of course! There's a reason 'lesbian' is one of the most searched terms for heterosexual women on porn sites."

"Is it really? I never knew that."

"I'd take her word on it," Malcolm chuckled. "Devyn has a doctorate in porn."

"Yes, it was a long, hard road to get there, and I couldn't have done it without the tireless support of my friends," Devyn playfully nudged him.

The party had taken a turn for the openly sexual, and it fascinated Vivian. Couples making out, pleasuring one another, seemingly indifferent to anybody who might see them. No, not just indifferent, some clearly wanted the attention. The three of them spent some time wandering between groups, chatting with those not in passionate throws and observing some of the more open activities.

Autumn was one such example. Autumn, who had been nearly naked since the very start of the party, now had her thong around her knees, a blindfold, a ball gag, and had her hands cuffed behind her back. People were free to come up and touch her however they wanted. Malcolm explained that it was her fantasy to be publicly used, violated and humiliated.

In reality, there was nothing non-consensual or unsafe about it. Michael, as her Dom for the evening, had arranged with everybody who touched her ahead of time to keep everything safe and within the bounds Autumn wanted. He stood protectively by her side, directing the fun quietly to keep Autumn as immersed in living her fantasy as possible.

Vivian had met all these people at munches over the course of weeks and had become friendly with most of them. They were all friendly, reasonably down to earth, normal folk who she'd known were drawn together by shared kinky taste - but she hadn't totally understood it until tonight. They reminded her of... well, herself. Kind of. They all seemed to have masks they put on to show the outside world, but they didn't seem to struggle between identities in the same way she did.

She loved how they were all unfailingly supportive of one another. Even people with humiliation fetishes were comforted and cared for afterwards. They were kinky and sexual together, but they were all friends and lovers first and foremost. It was the same kind of warmth she wished she had with her own master...

The sad twinge she'd felt watching Sam and Nicole grew, little by little, and she couldn't help feeling a little lonely even as she was surrounded by people who understood her. The friendships were all amazing and she felt bad about her dissatisfaction, but she really wanted to feel the special connections all these subs had with the people they surrendered their power to.

Finally, Jeff made his way up to the stage again and announced that the last performance of the night would be his. He had produced a bed from somewhere and set it up on the stage, and a camera was now positioned to capture their show. Presumably, that was to show Natalie what she had looked like afterwards.

Natalie still wore her blackout contact lenses. She'd played her part as hostess all evening wearing them, showing astonishing comfort with her blindness, but leaning more into Jeff's guidance as time went on. Beside Jeff's grandiose tuxedo and accessories, her dress was quite simple.

"Hold my drink please, dear," Jeff said, placing a glass of water into her hand. There hadn't been any alcohol at the party. As a rule, kink and drink don't mix.

Jeff fished in one of his pockets and produced a set of black ribbons. "This dress is about the size Natalie usually wears to work," he said to the audience, then bent and wrapped ribbons around each of her legs, marking the lengths where the dress ended.

"Strip." Natalie made to pull her dress up over her head, but quickly realized that she couldn't do that and balance Jeff's glass of water at the same time. Carefully, switching the glass between hands, she slid the top off her shoulders and maneuvered it down her body until it fell around her feet.

"That's more difficult than it looks," Malcolm told Devyn.

"Taking off a dress?"

"No, balancing something without being able to see it. It takes focus."

"Oh, the water. Yeah, hard to tell if it's tipping until it's too late."

If Vivian had seen Natalie's body in a picture, she would never have guessed that it belonged to somebody in her 40s who had birthed two children. She was probably more fit than anybody else there except Devyn. Still, something about her was unmistakably motherly. She had way about her that made people feel warm and comforted.

While she worked her dress off, Jeff went into one of the chests of toys and produced a long, very thin wooden cane. Vivian didn't recognize it, but it made Malcolm breath in sharply.

"What's that?" Vivian asked.

"It's a rattan cane. If you've never felt one before, trust me, they sting like nothing else in the world." Malcolm had turned to answer Vivian, so he didn't see Devyn's ears perk up.

"Those mark well, right?" She asked.

"Very."

Jeff ran the cane over Natalie's bare thighs. If she was afraid of what was coming, it didn't show. At his prompting, she spread her legs a little wider and simply waited for him to begin. The first stroke landed on her thigh just above the black ribbon. It was fast, the cane blurred slicing the air with an evil sounding hiss and connecting with a fleshy thwak.

"Holy shit, you weren't kidding." Devyn breathed. Unlike the other impact play implements they'd seen showcased tonight, just one stroke of the cane left a clear, deep red welt on Natalie's thigh. Knowing how much Devyn liked getting marked, Vivian guessed her reaction was desire rather than pity.

"You've seen videos of canes like that before, right?" Malcolm asked.

"Yeah, but they don't do it justice!" Devyn's eyes were glued to Natalie's thigh as Jeff struck again, about an inch higher than before. "They're so bright red... beautiful."

There was no need to keep count, the tally was being written across Natalie's skin. One inch at a time up her thigh, all the way to her hip, then Jeff began again on her other side. Vivian wondered if Malcolm had been exaggerating about how painful the cane was. She'd taken enough marks herself to know those on Natalie must hurt a lot, but Natalie herself barely made a sound. She held herself still, only recoiling slightly the second after a new stripe was added. Blinded as she was, she had no warning of when the next one would be, but there wasn't an ounce of fear in her expression.

She held Jeff's glass of water with both hands. It rippled slightly, but she hadn't spilled a drop yet.

Once the fronts of both Natalie's thighs were striped from the black ribbons on up, Jeff turned her around to do the same on the backs of her legs. Again and again, the cane hissed through the air, each time creating a new stripe across her skin. Her stamina must have been draining because she was making a lot more noise now. Strangely, they didn't sound to Vivian completely like pained screams at all. If she closed her eyes and didn't know the context, she might have thought Natalie was having some kind of kinky sex rather than being tortured. There was definitely excitement mixed in there with the pain.

After he finished her thighs, Jeff had her turn several times like a runway model. There was an artistry to the symmetry painted along her legs. Each line of pain was perfectly horizontal, evenly spaced, displaying a spectrum of reds depending how recently they'd been applied.

"First pain, now pleasure." Jeff teased Natalie's pussy lips apart, much more gently than he'd been with the cane. Even from our distance, it was obvious how wet she was. She moaned as he brushed over her clit, seeming to find it harder to keep herself steady now than while she was being tortured.

"She really is a masochist," Devyn said admiringly.

"Only with Jeff," said Malcolm. "She says that with anybody else, it just hurts her." Somehow, that seemed like the most romantic thing in the world to Vivian. Like Jeff and Natalie were each other's perfect soulmates. They matched one another perfectly in spite of - or, indeed, because of - their extreme tastes. It made Vivian happy to get to see it.

"Get nice and close for me, dear," Jeff told Natalie, sounding as normal and conversational as if he'd asked her to pass the pepper over dinner. "That's it, good girl, show everybody how much you like it." She lowered her hips to grind herself on his hand, the squatting motion flexing her thigh muscles and making her marks stand out even more. "And back to pain again. Cup your right breast."

Dutifully, Natalie adjusted the water and held her breast out. More stripes appeared, making her entire breast ripple and bounce with each impact. It must have hurt. There's no way it didn't. Either Natalie had nerves of steel or she was too deep into subspace to care. She groaned and occasionally yelled, but she never backed away or made to cover herself.

After both her boobs were red and welted, Jeff gave her more pleasure. She greedily gyrated on his hand, nearly spilling the water again, only barely keeping enough focus to keep it level.

"Are you ready to cum, dear?"

"Yes! Please!"

"Then you know what to do." Natalie turned and spread her legs, bending at the waste to present her ass lewdly to Jeff, giving him enough room to reach under her and continue stimulating her clit. "Good girl. 10 strokes, you will cum on the last one."

Everybody held their breath as Jeff took to his art again. Everybody counted down the strokes softly, and it filled the room like a chant. Eight... Seven... Six... Any doubt Vivian had that somebody could have an orgasm while in so much pain was quickly brushed aside. Natalie sounded like it was all she could do to hold herself back. Five... Four... Three... Natalie's legs shook, her back arched, her breath caught, and her ass tensed. Two... One!

"Cum for me, dear."

Despite all the buildup, Natalie seemed to collapse inward on herself instead of exploding outwards. Her mouth moved silently, her legs clamped tight shut around Jeff's hand and she slowly sagged. Jeff caught her weight and helped lower her to her knees, working her insides the whole time, giving her the fullest release she could manage. Vivian could only imagine how intense it must feel. So much pain, the pleasure of the orgasm, all rolled in together. She shivered, half wanting to feel it herself and half afraid of it.

Finally, Natalie's breath returned to her.

"My drink, dear?" She turned around slowly, looking half dead with exhaustion but triumphant, and held the still full glass of water up to him. Everybody had forgotten about that. Vivian and the rest of the crowd had been too caught to remember. Everybody except Natalie herself. Even though it had all been happening to her, she kept some sliver of herself from becoming overwhelmed and stayed obedient to her Dom.

The crowd exploded in applause.

Jeff easily lifted Natalie and settled her onto the bed that had been behind them on the stage the entire time. He pressed the glass to the lips and gave her a long drink out of it.

They seemed to exist in their own little bubble up there. Vivian watched as Jeff pocketed the blackout contacts and lay her back. Very slowly and carefully, he spread lotion over her thighs, breasts and butt. There was the same tenderness between them that Vivian had been seeing all night, except more. Natalie seemed to care about holding Jeff's massive hands in hers much more than she cared about her trifling wounds. As she lay and he sat on the bedside tending to her, she kept pulling his hands up to nuzzle her face against them, or pulling him down to kiss him.

It was so intimate, Vivian felt like a voyeur watching them. Still, she couldn't look away. She knew to expect the lonely longing now, and she didn't fight it. It was becoming obvious that this was the norm rather than the exception. Everybody - Sam and Nicole, Jeff and Natalie, Marcus and Natasha, even Malcolm and Devyn right beside her - all had that special connection together. She was the only one who didn't. The only one who didn't deserve her Dom's affection.

After all, sluts like her were for fucking, not falling in love with.

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I was too busy trying to convince Malcolm to train me to be as much of a badass as Natalie to notice Vivian. She had been quietly staring at the Valmonts' aftercare session, then she wandered away towards the guest rooms.

Malcolm turned to include her in our conversation, then realized she'd vanished. "Wasn't she here a second ago?"

Then it clicked, and I sighed. 'Silly girl...'

I was so horny, I could barely keep my hands off Malcolm. I so badly wanted to get back to his place and get tied down and ravaged. However, my instincts told me that if I was actually going to follow through on my desire to be a good friend for Vivian, that wouldn't be happening tonight.

"I bet she got depressed watching the aftercare and she was going to get changed and slip away. Let me go after her."

Malcolm smiled, "and you still say you're bad at reading people?"

"I should have talked to her more before this! I had lots of chances." I sighed, "Malcolm? Will you be mad if I keep her company tonight?"

"Of course not. We'll still have Saturday and Sunday together. Do what you think is right."

Seriously, we should have some kind of PSA about closing doors at parties before hooking up. I looked in the open doors of three guest rooms - getting an eyeful of two blowjobs and a spanking - before I found her in the fourth. Vivian was glumly looking in the mirror struggling to undo her borrowed corset.

"Here, let me help with that." She started in surprised and gave me a guilty look in the mirror. Almost like she'd been caught red handed trying to slip out without saying goodbye. I couldn't help laughing. Malcolm could tease me all he liked, but I do suck at reading people. Vivian just wore her emotions so openly it was like having a sign written across her forehead. "How did you get this thing on, anyway?"

"Sam helped with all the strings. I need to find her to return all this."

"I think they already left to go get some ice cream."

"Oh..."

I'd found her. Great. Now what? What was I supposed to say? The seconds dragged on awkwardly as I tried to think of something tactful.

"Devyn?"

"Yeah?"

"How do I make myself better?"

I bit back the first response that popped into my head. 'Tactless!'

Still, I didn't have a second idea, and Malcolm did keep telling me to do what felt right. "Vivian, I mean this in the gentlest way possible, but not everything in the world is your fault."

"What?"

"You're amazing the way you are. It's okay to want things for yourself and it's not always your fault if you don't get them."

"But I'm the only one. Everybody else here has it figured out. Even the single people role playing together for one night. There's just one common variable on the other side. Me."

"That's not right, and I think you know it, deep down. You're not the only variable because there's two people in your relationship." Vivian looked like she was ready to cry when I said that. Maybe it was a mistake to back off that line. Maybe I should have pressed her on Paul being a complete jackass dominant. One way or another, I didn't have

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