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"Well," Johnnie said. "Did you enjoy watching yourself?"

"You're a sod, Johnnie. You set that whole thing up just so you could embarrass me in front of all these people." But I was smiling at him. He kissed me.

"Shall we get Sammy to wipe the tapes, or do you want them?"

I thought it was best to erase them. Sammy set the machine going. When the crowd had dispersed Johnnie and I sat down together in a quiet corner and I told him about my recent encounter.

Paula was sitting near us reading. Sammy came over and said something to her. Paula shook her head. Sammy tried again. Paula said 'no' very firmly. Sammy walked away.

I looked around the room. There were fewer people now than there had been earlier.

"Do you want to have a look around?" Johnnie said.

But it was Paula who offered to be my guide. She took me upstairs. There were several doors off the landing. We went into an upstairs sitting room, quite brightly lit. A few people were watching a video. I'd never seen a pornographic video before, unless you count the one in which I had just starred.

The people were mostly just watching, most were fully dressed. Sammy was there, sitting on Simon's lap. They were kissing. Simon had his hand up Sammy's skirt. Sammy's friend Martin was sitting at the back of the room trying to look inconspicuous. He looked upset.

"Sammy," Paula said lightly.

Sammy nearly jumped out of her skin when she realised Paula was there. She got off Simon's lap and came over to us. Paula took her by the hand and led her out, motioning me to follow.

Paula led Sammy into a small, empty bedroom and closed the door behind us.

Paula sat on the edge of the bed. Sammy stood in front of her. Paula reached up Sammy's skirt and, without speaking a word, pulled Sammy's knickers down. Paula motioned Sammy to kneel across her knees. Sammy did so without hesitation. Paula lifted Sammy's skirt and started to smack her bare bottom, really quite hard. I watched.

"She's terrible sometimes," Paula said evenly to me as she repeatedly smacked Sammy's bottom. Sammy was uncomplaining.

When Paula had finished reddening Sammy's posterior, Sammy got up and did her best to smile.

"Take your skirt off, Sammy," Paula said.

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Sammy took her skirt off.

"Come here and show Jean your chain," Paula said.

Sammy sat beside Paula on the bed and parted her legs.

The inner lips of Sammy's sex were pierced. Through each was a small gold ring. A short length of gold chain joined the rings together. Sammy was quite unselfconscious about the whole thing.

I think I mumbled something about it being very pretty.

"OK, get dressed," Paula said. "Off you go."

When Sammy had gone happily on her way I asked Paula what that had all been about, why she had been so unkind to Sammy.

"Sammy is closed tonight," Paula said. "She's usually very good, I expect she couldn't really stop him."

I didn't understand.

Paula explained, "When she has her chain on nobody can touch her there, not even herself. I control her sex. I tell her when she can come, when she can't come, when she has sex, who she has sex with, how she has sex, everything. The chain is there to remind her. If I catch her doing something she hasn't been given permission for she knows she'll get thrashed or worse. She said Simon wanted her to sit on his lap and rub her bottom against him, I said she could do that. But she came back later and said Simon wanted her to play the schoolgirl then wank him off. Did you hear her say that to me downstairs? I chose to say no. She didn't say anything about him putting his hand up her skirt and touching her, though of course I would have said no if she had. He didn't ask either. If he had asked naturally I would have said yes, yes to whatever he wanted to do to her. But he didn't ask. Now, does that answer your question about our relationship?"

I suppose it sort of did. But quite why Sammy would be party to it I could not begin to understand. And I could not imagine that anyone was going to come and ask Paula if they wanted to do something with Sammy.

"So that spanking was punishment for disobeying?" I said.

"Good Lord no!" Paula said. "That was just to show her I had caught her. I haven't even decided on her punishment yet, and she knows that."

"But it was hardly her fault if Simon did what he did, was it?"

Paula shrugged.

"And what about that poor boy she brought with her?" I said.

"Martin? I've forbidden her even to speak to him this evening. I certainly wouldn't let him touch her. He never has. Sammy really likes him, you see."

I shook my head, I didn't see at all.

"Anyway," Paula said. "We didn't finish our tour, did we?"

We went back into the TV room. Sammy and Simon were arguing. When we came in Simon left. Sammy came and snuggled up to Paula's side. Paula put an affectionate arm round her.

"Sorry," Sammy said.

Paula gave Sammy a little kiss on the forehead. "Go and get us a drink, Sammy. Gin with lots of tonic. Jean?"

I asked for a very small brandy with gallons of ginger ale. Sammy went off happily to fetch them.

While we had been out the couple on the sofa had been getting a bit more serious. The boy had his eyes glued to the TV screen while the girl had opened his trousers and was sucking his erect penis. They weren't at all concerned who might be watching them.

"I think I'll watch this film for a bit," I said to Paula.

"I'll leave you to it then," Paula said, giving me a sly wink.

I sat down beside the boy who was having his penis sucked. He smiled at me nicely, then went back to watching the TV.

On screen two girls were on a bed. One was using an enormous vibrator on the other. I hadn't been watching it for long when the boy beside me ejaculated into his girlfriend's mouth. She didn't move away but continued to suck him all through his orgasm. She must have swallowed his semen. I wondered what it would feel like to have a man ejaculate in my mouth.

After a couple of minutes they got up and left. I turned to see that Martin and I were the only two left in the room.

"Martin," I said. "Will you come and sit with me?"

Reluctantly, sulkily, Martin came and sat beside me. He looked so downcast and sad. I took his hand in mine.

"Oh dear," I said. "You're not in the party mood, are you? You haven't been to one of these parties before, have you, Martin?"

Martin shook his head.

"Well, I'll let you into a little secret," I said. "Neither have I."

He looked up at me, surprised. "Really? I thought you would have been to hundreds," he said, surveying my vast expanse of breast - at last. He seemed more cheerful having discovered a kindred spirit.

"You really care for Samantha, don't you?" I said.

He nodded. "But she's frigid, she won't even let me touch her. But she lets that bloke put his hand up her skirt."

Oh dear. Why did Sammy let Paula control her like that?

"Did you know what sort of party it was going to be?" I asked.

"Not, uh, not quite so, you know, not quite as rude as this. But Sammy said tonight, you know, here tonight, for the first time..." he trailed off.

I felt so sorry for him. "Have you had other girlfriends?" I said.

"Well, not proper ones," he said shyly.

He was such a nice boy, so polite, so undemanding.

"This is supposed to be a party where anything goes," I said.

"Hmmm," he said gloomily. "I don't know anybody though."

I thought for a moment. "You know me," I said. "Would you like to have sex with me?"

His eyes widened. "What, really?"

"Yes," I said. "Really."

The poor boy went into a state of emotional turmoil. "But what if Sammy finds out?" he said pathetically.

"She won't," I said.

"Well..." he started.

"Listen," I said. "You are an attractive boy. But if you don't want to, I don't mind."

"No!" he said quickly. "I do, I mean if you..."

I put a finger to his lips to stop him babbling. I looked down at his crotch.

"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you pleased to see me?" I said, doing by best Bette Davis impression.

He laughed, then tried to excuse himself. "I'm sorry," he said. "It was the film."

Wrong answer, Martin, but you'll learn, I thought.

I stood up and led him by the hand into the little bedroom next door, the one in which Sammy had been spanked.

"Have you seen the knickers I'm wearing?" I asked him.

"Well, sort of," he said.

"Sit down there," I said.

He sat obediently on the bed. I undid my dress and slipped it off. I stood in front of him, my legs apart. With one hand I pulled my knickers up tight, with the other I put the strands into their proper places. I pulled tight on the waistband and thrust my hips forward so Martin would be able to see my lips separated and hanging down.

Martin looked very hard. He was trembling, whether from fear or excitement I could not tell. Perhaps this approach wasn't the best in the circumstances.

"Come on," I said. "Let's get into bed, shall we?"

I unclipped my bra and let my breasts swing free. I untied my knickers and pulled them out of my crevices. Martin was taking his shirt off.

"Here," I said. "Help me with these will you?" I sat down and Martin pulled my boots off for me. I got into bed, under the sheets. I was very excited at the prospect of taking this boy's virginity.

Martin finished undressing and slipped into bed beside me.

"I, er, haven't actually done this before," Martin confessed quietly.

"I know," I said. "That's why you're here."

That seemed to please him. I threw back the covers.

"Hmm, let's see now," I said. I took his penis in my hands and began to stroke it, as one might stroke a pet hamster. Martin began to squirm and catch his breath.

"I think I'm going to..."

And he did. His semen spurted absolutely everywhere, catching me completely by surprise. I had hardly touched him.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I, er..." He left yet another sentence unfinished.

I wanted to laugh, but thought that might upset him, so I said, "That's quite usual, quite a compliment in fact."

"Is it?" he said. And again he cheered up.

"Do you want to touch me?" I asked.

"Yes please," he said enthusiastically.

I lay on my back, my legs apart. Gingerly Martin put his hand on my sex and began to feel me.

"Kneel up," I suggested to him. "So you can see what you're touching."

He knelt up and examined me very closely. His penis was still erect.

I guided his hand, telling him to press a little harder or to be more gentle or to put his fingers inside me. When he had got used to doing that I asked him to pinch each of my nipples in turn, making him do it many times until he had it just right. I asked him to suck my nipples, which he did in an ever so gentle way. I thought about telling him to put his mouth to my sex, but for some reason I thought he might not take to that.

"Would you like to fuck me?" I said.

"Yes," he said. "Should I use a condom? I've got some." He sounded just like a good boy scout.

I told him there was no need.

He got on top of me. I told him to hold his penis so that it was at the entrance to my sex, but not touching me.

"Your first time, your first woman, Martin," I said.

Martin nodded.

"Go on, Martin. Put it in me, fuck me, fuck your first woman."

He needed no second telling. He found my entrance and pushed his penis into me. And immediately he came, crying out in pleasure and letting his body fall limp onto mine.

"You're fabulous," he said.

He rolled off me, onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. He had done it, at last! I smiled indulgently and stroked his chest. He began to play with my breasts, feeling them, seeing what breasts were like.

I played with his testicles. They were relaxed and loose. He probably thought I had done this hundreds of times before too, but I was as fascinated by the way his balls felt as he was by the weight and firmness of my breasts. Should I tell him he was only the fourth man I'd ever had in my life? No.

It did not take long before Martin was erect again. This time I told him to lie still. I straddled him and sank down, enveloping his erection.

Now I moved up and down, all the time looking at him and asking him if it was nice. He was in wonderland. And then he was coming again! I realised I was never going to climax with him and regretted that in his first encounter he had not brought his woman to orgasm. I regretted it for him, not for me.

This time he seemed worn out. We used the tissues that had thoughtfully been left by the bed and then we dressed.

As we walked downstairs he had a definite spring in his step, a new air of confidence - and a wide grin. Such a sweet boy.

I went into the main room downstairs. Roger Freeman and Simon were in earnest conversation, business rather than sex I guessed. When I entered they leaned back and Roger asked if I was enjoying myself. I said I was, made my excuses and left them to their conflab.

There were only four people in the kitchen. Two girls in their underwear who looked as though they were resting after sex - I wondered whether with each other or some boys - and Paula and Sammy who were sitting facing each other across the kitchen table, their hands clasped together on the table top.

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"Upstairs, I suppose," Paula said. "Having fun."

I didn't comment. Martin came in looking sheepish.

I poured myself a long cool drink.

"What have you been up to?" I asked Paula.

"Not much," Paula said.

Just then a tall, dark haired girl came into the kitchen. She was wearing a leather corset and leather knickers, proper ones. Her breasts were uncovered. She was wearing boots identical to mine. She looked flushed and was perspiring.

She spoke very quietly to Paula, whispering in her ear. Paula nodded a few times, shook her head once or twice and then nodded in final approval. Paula took her hands from Sammy's. Sammy got up and followed the tall girl out.

I sat down beside Paula. "What was all that about?" I said.

Paula was still wearing the red dress she had been wearing all evening.

Paula shrugged, "Oh, they want to borrow Sammy for a bit, that's all." She didn't elaborate. "Martin, come and talk to me," she said.

"Aren't you joining in?" I asked Paula.

Paula shook her head. "I don't usually."

Paula seemed distracted, even sad, so I left her with Martin and headed back upstairs. There was nobody in the TV room. I put my head round the little bedroom, nobody there either. I looked in two more bedrooms - both empty. Where was everybody? Still, at least the bathroom was free. I had a pee and a good wash.

At the end of the landing was a door with an enamel plaque on it saying 'attic'. I opened the door and went up the staircase beyond. At the top of the stairs was another door, then a narrow corridor with doors off. Store room, a tiny attic bedroom, a loo. But when I opened the door at the far end of the corridor I found something quite different.

About half of the attic - half of the floor area of the whole house - was one very large open room. More than that, it was a series of rooms but without dividing walls. Sofas and chairs in one area, several beds in another, even a bathroom without walls. The ceiling was open beams. In the middle of the room was a large open space. The whole place was uniformly carpeted.

The chairs and sofas had been arranged into a circle around the central area. This was where everyone was. Some were sitting, some were standing. All were watching something.

As I approached I saw the tall dark haired girl. She was standing in the middle of the circle. She was brandishing a riding crop. On the floor, kneeling at her feet was Samantha. Samantha was blindfolded. Her hands were secured behind her back with leather cuffs, surely the ones Paula had put on me that day at her house. Samantha was naked.

Johnnie was sitting in a leather armchair. On his lap was a girl. Both were naked. I realised that Johnnie was actually fucking her, though hardly moving. On a sofa two girls sat side by side fingering each other between their legs. A man, standing on his own was holding his erect penis. As I got to the outer edge of the circle I stood beside a couple. He was standing behind her. His erect penis was resting in the cleft of her bottom. With one hand he was caressing her breasts. With his other hand he was masturbating her. They made room for me but otherwise ignored me.

On the other side of the circle I saw Johnnie's wife. She was sitting between two men, slowly masturbating them. I caught her eye. She smiled, pointed at Johnnie and held up one finger. She pointed to herself and held up two: Johnnie has one girl but I've got two men!

In the middle of the circle nothing much was happening. The tall girl was looking down at Sammy, who would have been looking back at her had she not been blindfolded.

"Well?" the tall girl said menacingly.

Sammy didn't answer.

The tall girl gave the side of Sammy's thigh a tap with her boot. "Well?" she repeated.

Sammy shook her head. "No," she said.

The tall girl put her hand on Sammy's head and pushed her. Sammy rocked back.

"No," Sammy said again.

The tall girl crossed to the table and took a drink from a pint glass. She walked around behind Sammy, put her hands on her hips and paused for a moment. Then she put her right booted foot in the middle of Sammy's back and pushed. Sammy fell forwards onto the carpet. The tall girl let her stay like that for a moment, then she pulled on the cuffs that bound Sammy's wrists behind her back, pulling her back up into a kneeling position.

All my instincts told me to intervene and rescue Sammy. I looked around the room again. Everyone was watching Sammy and the tall girl intently. Except Johnnie. He was looking at me. He held his finger to his lips. Keep quiet, don't intervene.

"Lean forward, your head on the floor," the tall girl told Sammy, prodding her with the riding crop until she was in exactly the desired position: on her knees, face on the carpet, bottom in the air. The tall girl made Sammy move her knees as far apart as possible, then she repeatedly kicked at Sammy's ankles so that Sammy turned around in a circle, showing her anus and her chained sex to everyone in turn.

When Sammy had completed her circle the tall girl put her foot on Sammy's bottom and pushed so Sammy fell forwards, her nipples rubbing along the carpet as she fell. She lay still, on her front. The tall girl started to kick Sammy. Sammy squirmed, trying to avoid the blows.

The tall girl went to the table and took another drink. Sammy lay motionless in the middle of the circle.

"Stand up," the tall girl commanded.

Sammy struggled to her feet.

"Does anyone want to spank her?" the tall girl asked.

The two girls who were playing with each other said they would like to.

The tall girl said, "Sammy, forwards, to your left. Forwards. Stop. Kneel down, Sammy. Which way round do you want her?" the tall girl asked the girls on the sofa.

"Other way," one of them said.

"Turn around, Sammy," the tall girl said.

Sammy turned so her back was to the two girls. One of the girls leaned forwards and smacked Sammy across the side of her bottom. The second girl didn't touch Sammy, she was moving her hand vigorously between her friend's legs.

The first girl hit Sammy again.

"Bend down, Sammy," the tall girl said. "Turn to your left a bit.".

That made Sammy's bottom an easier target. The first girl struck again while her friend played with her. Everyone watched closely as the two girls enjoyed themselves at Sammy's expense. Sammy didn't complain, and apart from the occasional 'ah!' when she was struck she made no sound.

The tall girl had picked up a cane and had crossed silently back to Sammy. She waved the two girls out of the way. Sammy had been expecting just another smack.

But the tall girl brought the cane down on Samantha's bottom with real force. Sammy let out a piercing yelp and crashed forwards onto the carpet.

An 'oooh' went up from the audience at the ferocity of the blow the tall girl had landed. I checked my urge to rush forwards and protect Sammy.

I became aware that there was now someone standing behind me. It was Paula's husband, Josh. He was naked, a short stocky, hairy man. His penis was short but thick.

"May I?" he said. He was holding the fastener on my dress. I had mixed feelings but I nodded. He slipped my dress off. In the circle Sammy was lying still and silent. She wasn't crying. The tall girl was repeatedly putting her boot on Sammy's bottom and pushing down, as if trying to grind Sammy into the carpet.

I felt Josh nuzzle up against me, his erection poking between my buttocks. His hands were on my breasts, playing with me. He unhooked my bra and removed it.

Now Josh pulled up on the waist string of my knickers, then he released the pressure, then he pulled up again, pulling the strands of leather into my sex, rubbing them against my most sensitive place.

The tall girl hit Sammy again with the cane. This time not so hard, but across the back of her legs. Sammy squirmed on the floor. The tall girl started to kick at Sammy, making Sammy slither across the floor. She brought the cane down hard on Sammy's bottom, then on her back, then on her legs, beating Sammy mercilessly as she crawled around the floor.

Josh undid my knickers and pulled them out of me. He reached round in front of me, his hand between my legs. His hand was on my sex and by the way his finger slipped into me I knew I was wet, aroused by what they were doing to Sammy. As Josh played with me I watched Sammy squirming, crawling, being hit with the cane. Josh was getting me going. I could feel his short stubby cock prodding insistently between my buttocks.

"Rest your forearms on the back of the sofa," Josh said quietly in my ear, his hand at the small of my back bidding me bend forwards so that he could fuck me.

I couldn't resist it. I leaned forwards. I moved my feet apart. I felt Josh guiding his cock into me. I let out an involuntary 'mmm' as I felt him enter me. Johnnie looked up, and seeing that I was being fucked, he smiled and winked at me.

Josh did not move inside me. His cock felt very hard, like a column of warm stone in me. Then he began making occasional strong thrusts, then partly withdrawing, remaining motionless for ages, then thrusting into me again, all the while caressing my breasts and playing with my clitoris.

The tall girl was pulling Sammy to her feet. Sammy had marks all over her body from the cane.

The tall girl took the leather strap that hung from Sammy's cuffs and looped it through a metal ring hanging from a beam. Sammy's hands were together behind her back. The tall girl pulled the strap, pulling Sammy's wrists painfully upwards, making Sammy lean forward. The tall girl tied the strap, then kicked Sammy's feet apart, making Sammy cry out in pain as her wrists were pulled up even tighter.

The tall girl circled Sammy threateningly. Sammy couldn't see her. She was whimpering now. Then 'thwack!' the cane came down harder than ever on Sammy's bottom. Sammy let out a terrible yelp.

Sammy was beginning to look genuinely distressed. Josh thrust hard into me. I didn't want to be enjoying this but I was.

The tall girl circled Sammy again. I think Sammy was saying 'please, no' very quietly to her.

The tall girl swished at Sammy again. Sammy yelped and a tear ran from under her blindfold. Josh thrust into me again.

The tall girl circled and 'thwack' across Sammy's streaked bottom. Sammy let out a heart rending cry. And then she began to sob. And then one more stroke and poor Sammy lost control of her bladder and a little trickle of pee ran down the inside of her thigh. Josh thrust into me again, then again, then again.

Sammy was sobbing loudly now, her head hanging forward, weeing for all to see. She was broken.

The man who had been wanking himself came, his semen jetting out of him and landing on the carpet. The girl who had been allowed to spank Sammy came noisily with a loud 'yes!'. I couldn't see how many other sadistic orgasms Sammy's final humiliation had induced. Josh was pumping urgently into me, but he did not climax, perhaps sensing that I was now really concerned for poor Sammy.

The tall girl untied Sammy and let her crash to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The tall girl pushed and kicked at her, in total disregard for her.

"Get up," the tall girl said. "Get up, get out. Go!"

Sammy tried to rise, but every time she did the tall girl kicked or pushed her back onto the floor. Sammy managed to crawl to the edge of the circle and escape, sobbing bitterly.

The tall girl did not pursue her outside the circle. Nobody went to help her. Sammy worked her blindfold off against a chair. She got up and tottered towards the door. She had to turn her back to the door to turn the handle with her bound hands.

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