'All will be fine.'
That phrase stuck in my head.
"What if someone we know sees us?" I had asked.
"Don't worry. All my guests sign waivers that they are not to speak of anyone outside the party. What happens at the party, stays at the party. They also pay a lot to watch and be part of the debauchery. They would not want that they were there getting out either, nor pay the fine for breaking their agreement. Just do as you are told without hesitation, and all will be fine." Naughty had replied.
"All will be fine," Denise said softly as she squeezed my hand.
I looked back out from the limo. We were outside the city on a road that I had never travelled. We had passed by some farms already on our way to the party.
I looked at my hot secretary Denise. No. My hot girlfriend Denise. Her shoulder length brown hair framed her gorgeous face beautifully. She wore bright red lipstick, blush and had done her own blue eyes expertly. She wore a thin white blouse and a red skirt over her lacy lingerie. The set was white with red flowers at key points. A lacy bra, garter belt, panties and opaque white stockings. Her forearms were covered in lacy elbow length, lacy, white gloves. With her shiny cherry red heels on she looked so hot.
She made my penis stir.
Denise smiled at me more nervously than she had likely wanted to. She was to be my handler tonight. I was to be the one engaged in lewd sexual acts, not her. Yet she seemed as nervous as me.
She had been so calm when she had prepared me at her apartment earlier. She had taken her time applying my makeup. She spent a lot of time on my eyes and my now bright red lips. Afterwards she had helped me into my own white lingerie set, as ordered by Naughty, also with lacy white elbow length gloves like hers. The kind that attaches at the middle finger, covers the back of the hand but leaves the palm uncovered. Then she had brought out my light blue 'Alice' dress with a bow in the back and blue high heels. She completed my look by adding my brunette wig.
With my free hand I adjusted my skirt, trying to cover more of my stockinged legs. A chill went down my spine as my hand passed over my opaque white stocking. I loved the feel of stockings with my hand. Just never imagined I would be wearing them.
As before, I could only get it to just barely cover my garters. Even though no one could see Denise and I in here, I still felt so nervous and self conscious all dolled up as a woman.
As a woman about to be fucked. I felt so submissive.
My penis stirred a bit more in my white panties.
The driver grinned as he looked into the rear view mirror. Could he see us? Or just imagining that he could. I wonder if he knew why we were going where he was taking us. He had a knowing grin when he had picked us up at Denise's apartment earlier. Or was I just being paranoid?
Several young men had unabashedly ogled us as we had walked to the limo. Their drooling had made me blush and feel so embarrassed. So submissive. I could see it in their eyes, they wanted to fuck me.
I felt even more embarrassed that it had made my penis had stir.
When the driver opened the door for us to get in, he had paused to size me up. He had grinned as he did so. I could feel his eyes on me every second it took for me to get into the limo. He had looked at Denise too, but more fleetingly.
I was being forced into donning this look and going out to this upcoming party. A place where I would have to submit to men with big cocks who would use my body for their pleasure. Where I would be expected to worship their manly cocks and balls.
Forced by Naughty.
My own penis stirred even more in my panties.
My thoughts were interrupted as the limo had slowed down and we were stopping in front of a metal gateway to an estate. Moments later, the gates were parting and swinging inward. Rays from the late day sun were coming through the branches of the old trees that lined the roadway.
I glanced back and a chill ran down my spine as I saw the gates closing behind us.
This wasn't just a dream.
This was really happening.
Denise gripped my hand more tightly. Our eyes met. I could see nervousness in hers too. I could see that she wanted nothing more than to tell the driver to turn around and take us back home.
That wasn't about to happen.
Naughty wanted us at the party.
No, Naughty wanted me at the party.
Denise was escorting me. She was my handler for the night. She had just started her period last night too, much to her relief. She said hers were usually brief, often only two to three days. Her period made her hornier though.
The limo pulled up in front of a very large, old looking, stately mansion. A large Caucasian butler approached and opened the door for us.
Neither of us wanted to get out of the limo. But we knew we had to. We were being forced to do this by Naughty. If the hours upon hours of video he/she had on us ever got out... a chill ran down my spine. Butterflies filled my stomach and my heart sunk into it at the same time.
Showtime.
We had to perform. What exactly? I did not know yet. But it would be lewd and sexual.
Denise squeezed my hand. Our eyes met. We leaned forward and kissed each other lightly on our painted lips.
The muscular butler smiled at us but didn't say a word.
We knew what we had to do. What we were being forced to do. Denise stepped out of the limo first. I followed, still holding her hand.
After the butler closed the door behind us he walked in front of us and said, "This way ladies."
'Ladies'. I felt my face blush at that comment.
We followed him to the large doors in the middle of the mansion wall. Two more burly butlers stood here. Muscles looking to burst out of the dark suits that they wore. Both were black. Both looked at us and grinned as we approached.
The white butler opened the two doors and led us inside. The entry hall was as spacious as I could imagine. Another white, muscular suited man approached us.
"You must be Denise and Shauna," he said more confirmedly than questioningly.
"Uh huh," I replied in my best girly voice and not as shakily as I had expected.
He smiled and took a pink collar from the table and handed it to Denise.
"This goes on Shauna," he said with a slight grin.
Denise turned to me to affix it on my neck. Our eyes met. There was a naughty glint to them, and she made a wry little grin herself. I felt so meek as she snapped the pink collar onto my neck. It felt a little tight but was bearable.
He then handed her a rose gold chain.
"Kinky," she whispered in my ear as she attached it to my collar.
That broke a bit of the tension.
My penis stirred again in my panties.
