Chapter 3. The invitation
Four days later, Mary sat near naked at the keyboard pecking at the keys,
concentrating on a typing programme Michael had downloaded. Her only items of
clothing were a long shirt of Michael's and a pair of slippers. In the past few
days she had gradually become accustomed to this form of attire, although she
dreaded that someone would turn up unexpectedly at the door. Occasionally in the
summer, a hiker walking the seawall would call at the farm and ask for water or
directions. In December, this was unlikely but nevertheless she had a fear of it
happening. Michael liked her in this state of undress so as to be ready when he
wanted to 'play', his euphemism for fuck session. So far these had all been
straightforward sex mainly missionary position although once he had taken her
doggy style. Always though, she had to suck him afterwards and often before. "He
must really be a pervert," Mary told herself, "He also likes to suck me after a
fucking session. It feels nice but it's more gross than me sucking him. There's
not that much left on his prick when he pulls out. Don't know what it will be
like when he makes me suck him off completely. Tomorrow may be worse when he
starts using the condoms."
At first Mary had tried to be passive and just let him get on with it but more
and more frequently she became too aroused to control herself. Her arse was
still tender but she could sit without complaining and her cunt was tender from
the frequent use made of it. Still it was better than living at home and
certainly a lot less boring. They had driven to Chelmsford on the third day and
visited the family planning clinic where she was given a prescription for
contraceptive pills and Michael had bought a large pack of condoms to use when
she became fertile and until the pills became effective. It was only her second
time in the city, the first was several years ago when she attended a cattle
market with her father. This time though it was the retail market stalls they
visited. Michael had given her a say in what they bought and tried to find out
her likes and dislikes. It was only in sexual matters that he kept full control
and Mary had already learned it was less painful to obey immediately. When it
came to cooking and other domestic decisions, they either discussed them
amicably or he left it up to her.
Walking around the Wildlife Trust marsh site yesterday he was quite surprised by
her knowledge of the birds, plants and animals they spotted. Some of her names
though were local and he had laughed out loud when she called a snail a
'hodnedod' and thereafter he used the quaint term himself.
The post van arrived and minutes later Michael arrived in the room reading an
invitation card. Mary looked up from the keyboard with surprise when he asked,
"What will you be doing for Christmas Mary?"
She simply answered, "Dunno, Mike. I hadn't thought about it. Guess I expected
to spend Christmas here with you. Why?"
"One of my past girlfriends has invited me to stay with her in Scotland and to
go to a party Christmas eve."
"Oh?" A note of jealousy crept unbidden into that one word reply. After a long
pause she went on, "That's less than a week away. I'll stay here on my own. How
long will you be gone?" Her mind raced. In some ways she would welcome a little
time to herself. It might allow some of the vaginal soreness to diminish but it
could be a very lonely time for her especially over Christmas. Going back to her
family was not an option. She knew they would object to feeding her now, even at
Christmas. They had placed her in Michael's care, she was his to look after. In
any case she didn't want the embarrassment of answering their questions on her
sex life and if it was likely she was pregnant yet.
"Probably five days, perhaps a week," Michael replied, "But there is no way I
will let you stay here on your own. I'll think about it. I doubt if it would be
a suitable party for you. Prude is wild. For the word party you can usually
substitute orgy."
"Oh?" Mary said again, "Prude? Doesn't sound like an orgy person."
"No, Prude is short for Prudence, Prudence Farleigh, but the nickname is the
antithesis of her character. At parties she likes to have at least three men to
every woman so they each really get a good banging. Anything goes. I expect
Veronica Smeathers will be there and a couple of her friends. Maybe also,
'Bircher' Bella. Her nickname is very apt. She's a cruel one and likes to lay
the whip on bare flesh just to hear the cries and see the stripes. She's a
lesbian too and keeps her friend with her all the time. She's a sub and Bircher
always gives her a good whipping at parties."
"What's a sub?" Mary had only heard the term as a shortened version of submarine
and couldn't see the connection.
"A sub is short for a submissive. A person, in this case a woman who submits
herself to another, a dominant or dom for short. Often it is called a master and
slave relationship. Sometimes it is a man who is the sub or slave but most
frequently is seems the man is the master and the woman the slave."
"Like you and me."
"That's only partly true. In the case of a sub, the person willingly allows
herself or himself to be punished, in fact often desires it. With us you submit
but not really willingly. You submit to me sexually more because you don't have
any other option and if I take the belt to you it will only be because I am
stronger and can force you into submission, like your father and mother did.
Bircher would only have to order her slave to bend over a table and bare her
arse and she would do it, even in front of strangers and she would stay over the
table even if the whipping was severe. She might be forced to cry out and scream
but she would remain in position."
Mary returned to her typing for a few minutes and then asked, "Do the women have
to take three men all at the same time?"
"Sometimes they do Mary. Sometimes it is one after the other. I have seen a
girl, Sally actually, service five men. One had his cock in her arse, another
her cunt and one in her mouth. All the time she was rubbing a cock with each
hand."
"Gross! Fucking gross! How long do these parties go on for?"
Michael thought she was rather more interested in the topic than she tried to
make out and wondered if she subconsciously might really like to attend one. She
was responding now when he fucked her but as yet he hadn't attempted anything
really unusual. He wanted to bring her along slowly. "Perhaps there might be an
Easter get together I can introduce her to," he mused before answering, "Usually
overnight. People are often too exhausted or too sore to go on longer."
Half an hour later he spoke again. "I don't have much time to make arrangements,
Mary because the invitation was delayed by having to be forwarded from my other
lodging address but how would it suit you if we drove to Carlisle and stayed the
night, We could visit your sister and if you wanted you could spend the
Christmas with her, provided she could have you. Unfortunately it will have to
be a surprise visit as you don't have a phone number and with no mail out from
here until Monday and the post being what it is at this time, a letter won't get
to her in time. I would collect you on the way home, unless you do a runner and
break your bargain with me."
A huge smile broke on Mary's face and then clouded. "What if she isn't in? Or
has moved? Or..?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. If that is the case you might have
to come with me. I might be able to persuade Prude to put you up without taking
part in the party but I can't guarantee it."
"You wouldn't want to spend Christmas here?"
"Not really. I could but I would like to be somewhere with a little more life,
especially as I will have to be here for much of the coming year. Mary, why not
live a little recklessly? Take a chance on seeing Christine again and the
likelihood of spending Christmas with her but with the risk of having to go to
an orgy. In the last week, your life has already changed beyond recognition you
might be able to enjoy this party."
"I would love to see Chris again, but don't know if the risk is worth it.
Possibly in a month or two I will have earned enough to go and see her anyway
and I can write to her and find out the situation. You've turned me into enough
of a pervert already, I don't want to sink down even further."
"Think it over Mary. I'll phone Prude this evening so you can decide between now
and then. I really don't fancy staying here over Christmas and I don't yet trust
you enough to leave you here on your own. Unless you can come up with an
alternative, the choice is between having Christmas with your parents, or with
Chris or coming to the party and risking what might happen there."
"Couldn't we go to your old place?"
"Someone else has already moved in. Anyway you think on it while I get on in the
other room."
*****
"Hi Prude, it's Michael."
"Hi Michael. Are you coming?"
"Was that coming or cumming?"
"Both," Prude laughed.
"Well yes, I do want to attend but there maybe a slight problem in that I have a
young girl staying with me and has been for a week. Her name's Mary. She's
young, not quite eighteen and quite innocent but having been with me for a week,
she's no longer a virgin. It's a long story but she's tied to me for at least
another three weeks."
"Bring her up her and she'll soon lose her some more of her innocence Michael.
But what do you mean by tied to you? As in slave girl?"
"Yes, sort of. But I am half afraid one of your parties might well turn her
right off sex fun altogether. Anyway, I may be able to leave her in Carlisle.
She has a sister there who might take her in for Christmas but we have no way of
contacting the sister before we leave and she may not be at the address we have.
I presume it is a sex party."
"How did you guess? Roman theme, Soldiers and slaves. Your my centurion. If she
is already a sort of slave girl that should fit in well. Have received nearly
twenty acceptances already."
"Can we keep a low profile for Mary if I have to bring her?"
"Probably. Bring her along if you have too and we'll see what we can do. I'm
sure we can change her without upsetting things too much."
