So Lori hung out. Her tits pounded against the painful clamps. Several times, she felt flies buzzing around her pussy but she was powerless to swat at them.
In the house and on the lawn, preparations for the evening's party were underway. The maid paid very little attention to Lori as she set up tables and chairs, arranged flowers, and filled coolers with ice, soft drinks and beer.
Bruce returned to her as the sun began to set. She sneaked a glance at him as he strolled out to her. He wore black slacks, a black Oxford, black boots. His long golden hair curled over his shoulders, giving him the appearance of a dark angel.
He sauntered up to her and jerked the clamp off of her left nipple, then her right one, relishing the little whimpers that escaped her trembling lips. She closed her eyes and tried not to cry, though tears streamed down her pitiful face.
"You are lovely, slut. My guests will be very excited!" He purred. "I want you to know that I am well pleased thus far. But I have some expectations for this evening. I've made a lot of phone calls, but I only had about a dozen guests able to join us this evening. I expect you to perform for them as if you are performing for me...because you are. Everything you do, either to me or my guests, is for my benefit. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Are you still up to this, Lori?" He asked.
"Yes, Master. I have enjoyed pleasing you." she confessed, touched that he was still concerned for her happiness.
"Good! Now," he began as he free her wrists and ankles, "I want you to go inside to the bathroom, clean yourself up. Report back here in fifteen minutes. And do not pleasure yourself, Slut." He slapped at her ass as she walked away.
Once in the house, she had to ask the maid for directions. "Bathroom?" asked the maid gruffly, "Up the stairs, second door on the left." and before Lori could walk away, the maid reached out and pinched Lori's sore tits.
In the bathroom, Lori examined herself in the mirror. She had fading stripes crisscrossing her body, though they were particularly obvious across her tits. Her nipples were beet red and the clamps had made little blood blisters under her skin. Her cunt throbbed as she ran her hand over the sore, puckered nipples.
She washed quickly, careful not to give in to the temptation to pinch and rub her clit, then she made her way back to Bruce. She walked onto the lawn to discover that the first guests had arrived.
"On your knees, Slut!" Bruce commanded, angry with her.
"Yes, Master. Please forgive me." she whimpered.
"Stanley, forgive her, this is her first day." Bruce said to his guest, then introduced them. "Slut, this is Master Stanley. Stanley, this is my new cumslut slave."
"Very pretty, Bruce. Big tits!" He said.
"Slave!" Bruce growled, "Greet my guest!"
She was unable to move for a moment, then remembered her manners and crawled forward to kiss the bugle in Master Stanely's jeans.
With that formality over with, Bruce took her aside and jerked her hair, forcing her to look up into his angelic face. "You always greet my gentlemen guests by kissing their cock, ladies by kissing their puss. Is that clear, Slave?"
She nodded, tears rolling off of her cheeks.
So all the guests were greeted in this way. She counted as she kissed sexual organs, there were fourteen guests in all, ten men and four women. She had never had any sort of relationship with a woman before, but she sensed that this would change soon.
Beside her, Master Bruce chimed his spoon against a crystal glass to get his guests' attention. "Friends, welcome this evening to my backyard for the coming out party of my new slave, Lori. This evening she will be at your disposal, willing to do your bidding on demand. After we have dinner, please feel free to use her. For now, though, she needs her punishment for not being a good hostess."
Lori's breath caught in her throat. Surely Master Bruce wouldn't punish her now! In front of everyone! But why not, she answered herself. She had shamed him in front of every one.
The frame was moved over so that it was in plain view of all present as they grazed the generous buffet. Bruce strapped her up again, her wrists over her head, her feet, still in the impossible black heels, barely touching the ground. He reapplied the nipple clamps and she noticed the chain between them. It met in the middle, then a long piece dangled down to just above her pussy. Master Bruce placed the spacer between her legs again, and her feet no longer reached the ground. Then over her clit, he installed another clamp. She let out a small, gasping scream as it bit into the bundle of nerves. He then pulled the little chain that was tickling her until he was able to link it to the clamp on her clit.
She was barely able to stand the pain, yet she could once again feel herself getting wetter, her pussy muscles surging as though they were receiving electric shock.
He then stood behind her and she heard the crop slicing through the air seconds before it made contact with her ass cheek. She tried to squirm away but was helpless to do so. She was incredibly ashamed, embarrassed, and turned on. She could hear the guests commenting on her tits, her wet pussy, how well she took her punishment.
After fifteen lashes, Bruce gently rubbed her sore ass. "Do not disappoint me again. I was gentle because of my guests, but rest assured, your punishment will continue later." He slapped her sore ass for good measure, then said, "Now stay here and look beautiful for my guests." He kissed her cheek, licking at her salty tears before he walked away.
His guests ate and seemed to pay very little attention to her. There was music playing from the stereo, and every one seemed to be drinking. Meanwhile, Lori's ass burned. Her wrists ached, and her clamped nipples and clit seemed to scream for mercy. She had tried to position herself so that the clamps didn't pull her clit upwards so painfully, but that made her nipples explode with pain. So she tried to wriggle herself around to relieve the pain in her abused tits, but that made the clamp bite even harder on her clit. All the while, her cunt seemed to drip from her stimulation, and she imagined a little puddle forming in the grass under her.
When dinner was over, she became the center of attention again. Bruce stepped over to her, "Your time to shine, Slut. Make me proud. He untied her wrists and she fell to the ground, as her ankles were still bound by the spreader. Her tits bounced painfully, but her clit was relieved that it's present pain had ended.
Bruce helped her stand up, and she felt herself lower her head and poke her tits out, showing them off for him. "Very good, slut" He murmured.
He tenderly removed the nipple clamps, gently rubbing her bruised tits, then he removed the tight little clamp from her clit, which throbbed now that it was freed. He freed her ankles from the spreader, but she remained in that position. His guests purred their approval.
He led her to the table where the guests had just enjoyed dinner, then he spoke, "Ladies and gentlemen, have your way with my slut."
