I remained bound in the dark for quite some time. With nothing to stimulate my senses, my mind begins to wander, and I start to reflect on the evening. It's been challenging, to say the least, but rewarding as well. My bound aching cock seems to agree, as it leaks copious amounts of pre-cum onto the cold tile floor beneath me. My face smells of sweaty ass, and I can still taste the salty mix of piss and dirty ass on my tongue. Normally this would disgust me, but I've come to accept it, and it's all thanks to Mistress.
As if on cue, the door slides open, and a visage of beauty walks in. Mistress. She's completely nude, her wonderful voluptuous body on full display. My heart flutters, and my cage cock fights against its prison as she walks towards me. Her body is sweaty and glistening, and she smells strongly of sex. Clearly she's been enjoying herself quite a bit at the party.
Mistress leans down, and caresses my cheek. "I've heard mixed reports as to your behavior tonight, slave," she begins. "Because I'm feeling generous, I'll give you the opportunity to redeem yourself. Fail however, and your punishment will be incredibly severe."
Without another word, Mistress unlocks the pillory and unbinds my hands. I struggle to move out of the device, my body is so extremely stiff after being bound for so long. Once free, I drop to my knees, kiss Mistress' feet, and thank her. She then silently gestures for me to follow her out of the room, and I do so on all fours.
I return to the party, which has escalated substantially since I was locked in the room. There are at least three times as many guests before, and there are now more men lingering in the crowd. Many guests are naked, and some are wearing fancy masquerade ball style masks. Various attendants are serving alcohol and food, and some patrons are brazenly playing with each other. I suspect a few guests are slaves like me, but before I can examine further, Mistress demands my attention. She sits on a nearby couch, and I kneel at her feet.
A large woman wearing a bright feathery mask approaches us with two laminated sheets of paper. She hands both to Mistress, and begins to speak.
"As is one of our traditions, we're going to play a little game. The Mistress and her slave will compete in a scavenger hunt, of sorts," she begins. "The slave, if it wins, will not be punished severely for its failures."
Patrons start to gather around the couch. Some are excited, others whisper to each other. Mistress laughs when she reads both lists of items, and hands mine to me. My hand shakes in fear and anticipation as I take the paper, and begin to read. The list of items is extensive, and I clearly have my work cut out for me. Something tells me Mistress' list is not nearly as difficult, although I would never dare complain. Before I can think much more about it, the nearby woman announces that the game has begun, and Mistress springs to her feet. She grabs a small quiet woman kneeling by a nearby table by the hair. Mistress then forces the woman's face into her crotch, and commands her to start licking. I am shocked, and honestly jealous, for a moment, until I notice the masked woman checking something off on a list. I'm already behind.
I look down at the first item on my list. It states: "Consume one glass of champagne." This seems quite easy. I start to stand, and immediately the masked woman forces me back to my knees.
"Nobody gave you permission to stand in our presence, slave. Complete your tasks on your hands and knees, where you belong," she states.
I nod, and crawl over to a nearby member of the serving staff. I do my best to get his attention, but he appears to be ignoring me. A large woman sitting at a nearby table smiles, and begins to speak.
"Slave, the staff are taught to ignore people of your position entirely. If you want to check that item off your list, perhaps I can help," she begins. She then motions to the waiter, who hands her a glass of champagne. The woman immediately drinks the entire glass, and motions for me to kneel beneath her, as she spreads her thighs, revealing her large fat hairy pussy. Without a word, she grabs my head and shoves it between her legs.
I'm pretty sure I know where this is going, and open my mouth. She reeks of sweat and alcohol, and the hair is itchy and sweaty. Before long, she laughs and begins to piss in my mouth. I choke it down, used to this treatment by now, and lick her hairy pussy clean afterwards. The masked woman looks at me, nods, and checks something off her list.
Slightly dazed, but encourage, I look around for Mistress. She appears to be relaxing sitting on some lucky slave's face while eating, and the masked woman has checked off a few more items for her. It's very clear this game is rigged in her favor, and she's incredibly competitive and determined to win, to boot. I have to hurry if I'm going to stand a chance. I look down at my list, and read the second of the three items on it. It reads: "A pillow from the master bedroom."
I look around, and locate the doors to what is likely the master bedroom, and crawl over, doing my best to dodge the other patrons. If they notice me and decide to use me, as is their right, I will likely lose too much time to stand a chance. Still on my knees, I knock on the doors to the bedroom. They swing open, and I enter.
Inside, there's essentially another party going on. There's three large naked women sitting at a table off to the side drinking. A few men are standing near the bed, talking. I crawl over to them, and lower my head.
"Excuse me, sirs. I'm participating in the scavenger hunt, and I was wondering if I could bother you to borrow a pillow from the bed. I'll return it unharmed as soon as the hunt is over," I say, meekly.
One of the men, a large fat man in his mid-40s lets out a laugh, his loose robe flowing. His two younger fit friends join in.
"A pillow? I guess I could part with it, but you'll have to earn it," he says.
"Of course, sir. I'll do anything you ask," I reply.
"Anything? You should be more careful in how you phrase things, slave. Nonetheless, what's said is said," he says, nodding to the nearby men.
The younger men exit the room briefly, and the larger older man stares at me silently, sipping a glass of wine. The men soon return with a bag. They then open it, and take out a pair of handcuffs and some leg binds. My hands are cuffed behind my back, and my legs bound together. The two men then left me up and toss me haphazardly onto the bed. The fat man finishes his wine and climbs up to join me.
"Well, about that promise of 'anything'," he begins. "You're not the best looking slave out there, but I can't turn down someone who makes a promise like that."