Fetish Ball

The limousine wound its way up the mountain, flanked by breathtaking mountain views, as bright headlights illuminated the starlit trees along the road. Patches of ice and snow still lined the roadside, surviving this late into spring. The lone passenger stared out at the gloom shrouded vista, her slim hand innocently toying with her hair, with the few side tendrils that framed her soft porcelain features. A glow of warm lights could be seen coming up ahead, marking her destination, the secluded private estate where the night’s festivities were to take place. She looked at the rear view mirror for a final check, dark almond shaped eyes looked back, her porcelain smooth features was highlighted by minimal make up, with only pink gloss on her small lips and thin eyeliner marking her face. Ensuring her plaited and piled up hair was in place, she settled back into the rear seat of the limousine. Musing again at what she was being invited to, she opened her small purse to look at the strange invitation card.

 

The limousine finally pulled up to the gates of a walled estate. The driver rolled down his window acknowledging the security guards and divulged the name of his passenger. Behind the darkened windows, the lone passenger looked past the guards as they vetted through the guest list, looking past the elaborate hedged maze that dominated the front gardens, to the warm lights that shone out of the balcony windows of a multi storied mansion.

As the limousine pulled up to the paved forecourt, a uniformed doorman stepped forward to open the passenger-side door. Despite the many glamorous women that the doorman had seen that night, the alluring beauty sitting in the limousine had him pause as his eyes quickly went from top to bottom. Hesitating only for a moment, his professionalism returned and quickly offered his hand for assistance. Sayuna took the offered hand with a slight nod of acknowledgement to the doorman and stepped out, a long dark cashmere cloak wrapped around her, as minimalist black strappy sandals flashed under the hem of her cloak. The high stiletto heels clicked on the stone steps as she walked up to another uniformed doorman. Small purse in hand, it only held the small invitation card and a pair of fur lined hand cuffs as her choice of the one item of fetish wear the party invitation required of its guests.

Sayuna stepped through the double doorway into a foyer that overlooked the main high ceiling lobby. A large staircase could be seen across the lobby, branching off to either side to connect with a first floor landing. The room was circled by balconied corridors on the first floor with both stairs winding back up to second floor landing with more balconied corridors. Hidden lights reflected off the cream ceiling, creating a soft light for the revelers milling below. A number of podiums were scattered around the room, each with a scantily clad female dancer gyrating against a muscled hulk. Occasionally, the dancers would be held in a variety of provocative poses, their lithe bodies gyrating against the strong holds imposed upon them. 

A woman in a short French maid’s outfit stepped up to her, “Excuse me ma’am, may I help you with your cloak”. Sayuna, silently undid the clasp of her cloak handing it over.

She then stepped forward into the lobby, joining the noise of conversation and baroque music, wearing an off shoulder black gown, its sides open, the front and back panels held together by crisscrossing ribbons tied at her hip, exposing her long smooth legs as she walked.

The crowd that she mingled amongst wore a collection of suits and gowns, with odd bits of fetish wear breaking up the formality of the occasion. Picking up a flute of champagne off a passing waitress in French maid outfit, she started meandering through the crowd, catching snatches of risqué flirtations. She felt a number of gazes following her figure, her gown hugged the contours of her body, the smooth fabric boasting the pretty curves of her rounded breasts, teasing that she wore no underwear beneath the silk evening gown. Sayuna noticed the men, as usual, were not as subtle with their tracking stares and she returned some of the looks of the more appealing males, almost challenging them. Her side glances took in the menagerie scene, an image of full rounded buttocks stretching a pair black leather pants, she wondered if he was purposefully jutting them out and chuckled silently to herself. A fishnet shirt on a man with the muscles to boast; a heavy set man in dinner tuxedo, the image of masculinity juxtaposed by the leather collar he was wearing, with attached chain held in a mistress’s gloved hand.

As Sayuna neared the large open stair case towards the rear of the lobby, she spotted someone standing out in simple shirt and jeans, and smiled as she recognized the man that gave her the party invitation. Their eyes connected and he broke out into a smile as he saw her approach. “Good evening, Sir”, she laughed, emphasizing the honorific. “Sayuna! I’m glad you came, and in such style too”, exaggeratedly looking her up and down. Noticing her near empty glass he signaled to one of the French maid waitresses for another two. New drink in hand, Sayuna leaned closer to whisper, “So out of work uniform tonight?”. Chuckling he responded, “Yes, you’ve caught me just arriving from out of town in fact. Our host has been kind enough to let me use his wardrobe, actually, I was just on my way upstairs, care to follow?”.

They bantered as he made his way to the second floor, along one of the corridors that lead away from the main atrium and the general hubbub. “This is an amazing place, in winter the lake behind the mansion freezes over, in fact, I think we may be able to see the lake from one of the rear balconies”. He led her to one of the balcony doors and stepped out to the semi circle balcony that overlooked the rear of the estates. A thick stone railing lined the balcony, with a flanking pair of ornate carvings marking where the railing met the mansion wall. Past the lightly wooded tree line, Sayuna could see the pale reflection of the lake half a mile away in the starlight. A slight shiver ran down Sayuna’s body as a chilly breeze whispered across her exposed arms and legs. Ignoring the cold both looked out to the lake, nestled under the foot of more mountain peaks. Putting down their drinks on the stone balcony, the night vista slowly became clearer as their eyes adjusted to the gloom. “Yes, it is amazing” Sayuna whispered, not wanting to break the tranquility. Noticing her shiver again, he placed his warm hands on her bare shoulders. “Better?”. Sayuna nodded, head turning to smile at him as be stepped closer behind her, allowing his warm body to press against her back.

“So, there was one thing, that you didn’t tell me back at the club”, he leaned closer breathing in her warm floral scent, mouth beside her ear as his warms hands placed themselves up an down her arms, “now that we’re all alone, time to confess your darkest desire and fantasy”.

Sayuna could feel the cold air starting to stiffen her nipples. Although she knew he couldn’t see, the sight of her nipples pushing through the fabric of her dress gave her a sense of wanton mischievousness. Enjoying his warm body against hers, she leaned forwards, hands on the stone balcony to purposefully push her buttocks against his hardening crotch. Smiling and thinking you only life once, she responded, “my darkest desire is to be totally helpless… while a strong man takes me again and again, until I’m begging for mercy”, she was surprised at how husky her voice sounded.

Smiling behind her, “You do realize that is my specialty”, he chuckled and began to caress her shoulders, slowly moving lower along her back until his hands reached around her hips and pulled her firmly against his bulging jeans.

Sayuna found her breathing quicken as she felt his searching hands roam her body, reaching into her dress from the sides, warm palm and fingers pulling her to him, stroking the front of her thighs. She could feel the breeze from her parting gown but loved the hot contrast from his caressing hands. As his hands brushed past her smooth love mound she smiled at his realization that she was not wearing any panties and had completely waxed off all her public hair. “So, this is your idea of one piece of fetish wear? Or lack of it”, he teased.

She reached for her purse on the balcony, taking out the fur lined handcuffs and dangling it over her shoulder, “As I said, to be totally helpless… begging for mercy”.

He reached up to take the cuffs and leaned forward flush against her body. Gripping her forearms together he asked, “Once these are on, you will be at my mercy all night long”, placing the open cuffs on each of her wrists, “do you dare?” with a deep voice of finality. Sayuna was trembling lightly with anticipation, she had never misbehaved so much in her life, and determined to live life wildly for once, she firmly ratcheted each of the cuffs closed. The fur lining was soft against her unblemished skin, yet the weight of the metal interior rested solidly on her wrists and there was no give on the taut chain as she tried to pull her wrists apart.

As she silently acquiesced to his challenge, he felt her body tremble and breathing quicken. He reached back through her gown, lightly running his middle finger along the lips of her labia up to her naked love mound. Sayuna gasped at the sudden change from caressing and by reflex her bound hands reached down between her legs. He spun her towards one of the stone carvings on the railing and with his free hand he gripped the cuff chain and pulled that forward over the carving.

Sayuna’s high heels clattered on the stone balcony as she tried to regain balance. Drawing back up she found her arms trapped around the carving, unable to bring the short chain linking her cuffs over. His free arm wrapped around her waist drawing her back so she couldn’t move forward to free her arms, while his other hand continued to lightly stroke the folds of her labia.

A soft moan escaped from Sayuna’s lips as the light brushing of his finger sent an exhilarating tickle through her groin.

He now moved his hand from her waist to cup the bottom of her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple jutting through the silk fabric, his fingers began to play along the top of her gown, running his fingers down her cleavage, skipping between breast to breast. His other hand drew back, placing his index and middle fingers in his mouth to moisten it, he returned between her legs to slowly massage her clitoris. Sayuna quietly moan again, the sensation of her trapped arms, and growing heat and wetness between her legs making her lust for him. 

He could feel her grinding her hips back and forth on his fingers. Not yet feeling her clitoris engorged, he pushed down with his moist fingers, spreading her dry outer lips, middle finger pushing deeper inside Sayuna. The searching finger met with her wet lubricant and slipped halfway inside her hot tight interior.  

He started to slip both fingers in and out, collecting and spreading her slippery juices, as she began to moan louder.

Moving from her breasts, he grabbed her piled up plaited hair, pulling her head back as his wet fingers started rigorously stroking her enlarged clit. He no longer had to push aside the fold covering her clit, it had swollen and risen up naked for his relentless fingers to repeatedly stimulate.

“Oh my God”, she gasped, body bent forward, head pulled back, arms straining against the carving and handcuffs, “Fuck me now, I want you to take me now”. She loved the thrill of talking this dirty and was feeling the ache build up on her clitoris to a climax.

As sudden as his intrusions began, he stopped. “Patience Sayuna, you’ll be fucked hard tonight, and I’ll take you again and again until you’ll be begging me to stop”. In the ensuing silence she could only hear her own heavy panting. In the sudden withdrawal of stimulation and receding buildup, a worry flashed in her mind as to whether this was going to be a good idea. But, the ominous words turned her on, right now she felt good, hot, and absolutely lusting for wild sex. “For now, I want you to clean this”, he commanded as he pulled her head back further and put his wet fingers to her parted lips.

Enjoying the lustful thought of dirty sex, she opened up her petite mouth to suck and lick her own juices off his fingers.

Allowing her to stand up straight again and free her arms from the carving, he reached into his back pocket taking out the sleeping blindfold he kept from his flight. “Now time to make you totally helpless”, brushing away her stray tendrils from her face he placed the blindfold over her eyes. Reveling in her new found predicament, Sayuna, tested her wrists again, tight as ever, with only a few inches movement allowed by the chain. She let out a small involuntary scream as she felt herself being swept up in his arms. She folded her arms on her chest and rested her head on his shoulder as she heard the balcony door close and felt the warmth of the mansion’s interior again.