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A Pet for New Years

A Pet for New Years

Coming home, Abby was excited for the evening's festivities. Chris had told her they were attending a New Year's Eve party at his friend's house. She had only met a few of his friends, and none of the ones that would be at this party.

Abby and Chris had been dating, officially, for three months. They met off a dating website after talking for a few months. They clicked after they learned they both enjoyed sex on the rougher side. Abby was about to learn just how wild.

Smoothing her long, straightened, shiny, black hair, Abby reached to turn the knob to Chris' apartment. He had given her a key for that evening. She got out of work before him and he wanted her to meet him at his place ready to go when he got home.

Abby wore a blue cowl neck sweater with a cute black skirt. She wore some stockings and heeled shin high boots. The sapphire sweater made her dark blue eyes really pop. She wore some large silver hoops in her ears and decorated her fingers with some simple costume rings.

She found a note addressed to her on the coffee table when she entered the house. Intrigued, Abby quickly snatched it up. A smile grew on her face as she opened the envelope, imagining the cute possibilities Chris would have left for her.

I have laid out an outfit on my bed I wish for you to wear. Tonight, we will learn how dark I can be. Wear nothing but what I have laid out for you. I will inspect you upon my arrival.

Abby's cheeks flushed and her sex tingled. She had enjoyed when Chris gave her orders in bed. She was delighted to see that he was taking a more authoritative stance. She giggled and scampered into the bedroom.

She gasped when she saw the outfit he had chosen for her. Every item she would need was there. Abby stripped her clothes quickly. She only had a half an hour before Chris would be home. Folding her previous outfit, which was downright frumpy compared to what Chris had selected, she placed it on the chair in Chris' bedroom.

Naked she ran her fingers over the material of the silver brocade bustier. It was quite sexy. He had selected a short leather mini skirt to go with it. Abby saw he selected a matching silver and black garter belt to attach to fishnet thigh-highs. She found platform six-inch heels next to the bed. He had thought of everything.

With a squeal, she stepped into the garter belt and began to dress. Sitting on the bed, Abby rolled the fishnet stockings over her shin and up to her thigh. She clasped the garter clips to hold them up.

As she slid the zipper down on the leather skirt she noticed that it had a slit in it. There wasn't much length to the skirt to begin with. She blushed realizing that there were no panties with the outfit. She made a mental note to be careful when sitting and dancing to make sure that she didn't flash Chris' guests unexpectedly.

Once she had the skirt situated in its proper place, so that the slit sat in the middle of her right thigh, Abby picked up the bustier. She held it over her chest as she looked at herself in the full length mirror. Even without the heels she felt dead sexy.

Abby quickly undid the steal clasps in the front before wrapping the bustier around her body. She realized that the laces in the back were already tied, one string for the top half of her body and one for the bottom half. The strings met in the middle. The bustier would be very tight.

She sucked in a deep breath to close the clasps. She struggled for a few minutes before realizing that she would need to loosen the lacing in the back if she ever hoped to get it on. She would just have Chris re-tighten it when he got home.

After she had undone the few clasps she had done, she realized she should probably put her shoes on before the bustier. She wouldn't be able to bend once it was on. She sat in the desk chair and slipped her feet into the shoes. Smiling as she clasped them around her ankle.

The door opened just as Abby stood, topless, in the heels trying to find her balance. She felt like a giant. She beamed over at Chris as he entered his bedroom. She hadn't been fully dressed but was excited to see him.

Her heart flopped, his face was completely blank. Her smile fell. Was he mad at her?

Chris was dressed in a casual charcoal suit with a royal blue shirt. He had a striped silver and blue tie to compliment the suit. He slowly took off his suit jacket, keeping his large chestnut eyes on her body.

Abby stood with her hands at her sides and felt awkward. She wasn't sure if she had displeased him already or if he was inspecting her as he had mentioned in his note. She popped out her hip and put her hand on it trying to smile warmly. Maybe if she posed he would smile.

"Problems with the bustier?"

Blushing as he approached she murmered, "I couldn't get it on. Too tight."

"Hmmm."

Chris circled her. As he did, he picked the bustier up off the bed where she had lain in.

"You loosened it I see."

"I had to. I couldn't get it on."

"Hmmm."

He nodded and slowly wrapped it around her body.

"We will have to fix that."

Standing in front of her, his eyes on the clasps, he quickly fastened them.

Abby wanted to kiss him hello. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and hug him. However, she was afraid she had displeased him. She kept her arms at her side.

"Turn around." He instructed.

Abby did as she was told and hung her head. She was taking solace in the fact that he still wanted her to go because he was helping her dress.

"Hold onto the chair. I am going to tighten this."

Abby reached out to hold the chair just as she felt Chris begin to tug at the bottom portion of the lacing. The air rushed out of Abby's lungs as he tugged tightly. She felt her ribs squished as he pulled and pulled at the lacing. She felt him tie it in a knot before he went for the top half.

She gulped just as she felt the bustier begin to tighten around her body. Because she was looking down, Abby watched as her breasts began to rise, squished between her chest and the bustier, they bubbled up toward her chin.

Chris tugged a few times more before she thought she couldn't breathe. She felt him tying the strings. He instructed her to turn once more and she gasped seeing her reflection over his shoulder. Abby's sex tingled and twitched at the sight of herself.

Abby looked like walking sex. Her breasts were pushed up so provocatively on display in the busier. She could feel the heat between her thighs rising. The leather skirt showed off her amazingly long legs. She met his eyes and smiled seeing the lust behind them.

"You will address me only as Sir tonight."

She nodded.

Chris tilted his head and frowned.

"Yes Sir."

Chris stepped over to his jacket and pulled something from the pocket. He turned facing her with his hands behind his back. Abby wondered what he had behind him.

"Come here."

Slowly, Abby was not well versed in walking in six inch heels, she made her way toward Chris. She saw the smile on his face as she approached. Abby couldn't help but blush.

"Your blush is so sexy."

Abby's clit tingled at his compliment. "Yes Sir."

Once she was a few inches from him, he told her to stop. Chris brought his right hand forward and showed her a black leather collar with D rings and a heart tag hanging from it. Abby tilted her head confused.

"Play collar my dear. Tonight you are my pet."

Abby felt her sex beginning to get moist at the mention of a collar. She had been hinting to Chris that she wanted to explore more in the realm of the BDSM lifestyle. She couldn't hide her excitement at the sight of the collar and squealed.

Chris chuckled at her and began to affix the collar around her neck. Abby fingered the tag and bit her lower lip when she saw the engraving. "Chris' Slut." Pride swelled in her at the inscription.

Chris brought his other hand into her eye line. Abby gasped. He had a chain leash with a leather handle. The idea of her being his pet for the evening washed over her as he clipped the leash to the D ring in her collar.

Her whole body tingled with excitement. She was dripping wet at the idea of being at the end of the leash he held. Licking her lips she met his eyes. Chris hesitated for a moment. He seemed to be waiting for her full reaction. Abby nodded giving him permission for whatever it was he had planned this evening.

Chris held the door for her as the approached the car. He was dressed in his suit except for the tie and jacket. He looked amazing. He had unclipped her leash to walk out of the house. However, once he was seated in the driver's seat, he reattached it.

As he started the car, without looking at her, he said: "Spread your legs pet."

Abby's cheeks flushed and she looked around. It was dark and there was no one around. She slowly parted her thighs, causing her skirt to rise. She continued to look around, afraid someone would see her so exposed.

After he pulled out, and was driving down his street, Chris' hand slid over her exposed thigh. Abby couldn't help but let out a long breath. She was so turned on being dressed so sexily, wearing the collar, being on the leash, and now he was touching her. She wasn't sure how long she would last that evening.

Chris' fingers inched over toward her inner thigh and up toward her sex. Abby held her breath waiting for his fingers to touch her. She closed her eyes and kept her legs parted, trying to open them more, to offer more of herself to him. She felt the cool leather seat on her bare ass and shivered.

The tip of his finger grazed her sensitive, engorged, slick folds and she moaned. He chuckled as his fingers pushed past her lower lips and found her clit. Abby moaned louder as he began to press and rub against her clit while he drove.

She was completely lost in the sensation, she hadn't realized that they had stopped. Her hips began to slowly rock back and forth while he stroked her in his car. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, she savored the feeling of his fingers petting her sex, building her arousal, pleasing her.

Her head was jolted toward him as Chris pulled on the leash. Abby's eyes opened and out of the corner of her eye she saw that they were next to a raised pick-up truck. The driver, at his angle, could see right into her window. Abby tried to close her thighs but Chris' hand was in the way and he continued to stroke her sex.

She whined and Chris shook his head. Abby refused to look to her right. She didn't want to know if the driver could see her slutty display, his hand between her legs, as she humped his fingers. She gasped as Chris' fingers slid into her wet hole.

"Give him a good show my pet. Show him how wet you are."

Abby blushed, both aroused and embarrassed with his order. However, she was his pet and would have to listen to him.

"Yes Sir." She murmured.

Abby began to move her hips more wantonly as Chris fingered her. Holding onto the arm rests, she panted wildly. She could feel the heat in her sex rising, her chest was turning red, she could feel her orgasm building.

The car revved, and Abby was thrust back into the seat. Chris' hand left her sex, leaving her needy, wanting more, on the edge of orgasm. She whimpered at him, and he chuckled in return.

"Don't worry pet. We will get you there. We have a whole evening. No need to rush."

Every light, six of them, on the way to his friend's house, Chris played with Abby's sex. He brought her so close to the edge but never shoved her off. With each light she became more and more desperate for release. By the time they got to the party, Abby thought the slightest touch to her clit would cause her to orgasm.

To her surprise, Chris did not undo the leash when they arrived at his friend's house. Instead he told her to stay, and exited the car alone. Soon, her door opened and he reached in for her leash. He tugged it, and helped her out of the car.

As the entered the party, Abby was very aware of what little she was wearing. She had no bra, no panties, and her skirt and top left little to the imagination. Some of the other women were dressed similar, and so were the men. Chris had taken her to kinky party. The rush of excitement filled her and her sex continued to tingle. She was on fire with need.

Chris walked her to the center of the living room. She looked around her cheeks turned bright red. Abby's heart was pounding, and her sex was dripping. She was both terrified and excited for what he was about to do next.

"Stay." He whispered to her before clearing his throat to get everyone's attention.

"I want to introduce my pet Abby to all of you. She is new and tonight I am going to present her to you tonight."

Abby stopped breathing for a second. Present her? What did he mean by that? Who were these people? What was he going to do? Her eyes went from person to person. Each one looked at her intently.

The eyes of the party seemed to be studying her. Everyone was staring at her. She had never felt more on display. She didn't know what to do. She stood awkwardly looking from person to person. She couldn't take it, she lowered her eyes, feeling them watching her.

Chris tugged her leash, bringing her closer to him. She was thankful for the closeness. There was safety in being near him. She slowly began to breathe again; long, deep, deliberate breaths in an attempt to calm her heart.

"Stay for one moment my pet. I must get something from my car. You will be safe. Keep your head bowed like a good girl."

Chris kissed the tip of her nose before giving her a quick swat to her ass. Abby didn't want him to go. She didn't know what to expect. She had just been presented to all these people, and now he was leaving her. She closed her eyes and began to count the seconds for his return. The crows around her began to hum with discussion.

Abby tried to hear what they were saying. A few were discussing other things. While others, were discussing her. They were talking about her ass, her tits, and her hair. She wasn't sure if she was more mortified or aroused.

Soon Chris was back, and he patted her on the ass. She felt more at ease with him next to her. She allowed her eyes to open now that he was back. He brought a black duffle bag with him.

"Are you ready?" He whispered

"Yes Sir."

She saw the smile on his face with her response.

"Hands behind your head."

Abby raised her arms, putting her elbows out, and interlaced her fingers behind her head. Abby was sure to keep her head bowed.

Chris pulled white rope from the duffle bag. Quickly, adeptly, Chris began to coil rope around her. Quickly, he had a pentagram harness around her chest.

"Behind your back."

Abby lowered her arms behind her back and was greeted with rope around her wrists. A few twists, and tugs, her wrists were fastened to the harness around her chest. She tugged at them and realized she could not get free if she tried. She took a deep breath. She had committed to this.

"Open your legs pet."

Abby's cheeks went pink again as she began to spread her legs.

"Wider."

She obeyed.

"Wider."

Abby was almost sure she was about to fall over in the high heels. She could not open her legs anymore. The skirt had risen up around her hips. She whined realizing her swollen, red, wet, sex was exposed to all at the party.

She was painfully aware that the party had gotten quiet while he was tying her. She could feel all their eyes on her again. Watching the show Chris was putting on. Watching her, the center of attraction.

Chris stood in front of her.

"Look at me pet."

Abby raised her eyes to his. Her heart fluttered, he was proud of her. She could see it in his eyes. She was pleasing him. Her sex pulsed as her body heat began to rise again. She pulled at the ropes, not to try to get out, but to feel them on her.

She gasped as Chris' hand went to her mound. He pressed the heel of his hand against her clit while his fingers began to slip between her glistening folds. Abby immediately moaned and closed her eyes with the glorious sensation of his fingers in her sex.

"Open pet."

Abby forced her eyes open and focused on him. The rest of the party began to fade away as he stroked her sex. She locked eyes with him and her hips began to buck. He had her on the verge of orgasm the whole ride over. He was playing into that now. His middle finger dipped inside her hole while the other fingers teased her swollen lips.

Her knees were beginning to buckle as she humped his hand wantonly. Her thighs shaking and her body glistening in sweat. She was about to cum, in front of all these people. The idea of orgasming in front of a crowd terrified Abby but she was so needy.

Chris pulled his hand away and kissed the tip of her nose. "Almost pet. Not yet. You are being such a good girl."

Gasping for breath Abby whimpered. Chris smiled at her as he walked to her side. Abby was forced to see the guests watching her slutty display. Her face flushed once more. Their eyes glued on her. She heard them commenting on her sex, how wet she was, and how they could see her twitching.

"Close your legs just a bit my pet and bend for me."

Gulping, Abby closed her legs and slowly began to bend at her waist. She was afraid she was going to fall forward. A young woman stood before her and Abby was scared. Who was she? What was she going to do?

"Hold her up."

The woman held Abby's arms as she continued to bend. She wouldn't fall. The woman did not do anything more than hold her. Abby let out a relieved sigh.

Because the room was almost silent, Abby heard the click of the cap before she felt the cool gel. Chris's finger was pressing the cool gel into her tight puckered hole. She had told him that anal sex caused her to melt. He knew the effect it had on her.

His finger slid inside her and Abby loudly groaned. She closed her eyes and her head fell, brushing past the woman's ample bosom as she did so. The submissive fog began to creep up Abby's spine, to her neck, and into her brain as Chris worked one then two fingers into her asshole.

She was floating on a sea of arousal and submission when she felt the cool metal against her rosebud. Slowly, Chris pressed forward and Abby's anal ring began to open, accept the metal plug Chris was pushing into her. Abby let out a loud squeal when she felt the pop of the widest part of the plug slipping into her. Her ass, so tight, sucked the remainder of the plug into her. Her anal ring tightened around the neck.

Abby's ass felt so full with the metal plug inside her. Her entire body tingled and every muscle felt like jell-o. If the woman was not holding her up, Abby was sure she would have fallen over. A steady moan was coming from Abby, she was lost. The entire room had melted away.

His fingers snaked into the harness and he tugged her to a standing position. Abby groaned louder feeling the plug shift and re-nestle inside her. Chris pulled her against his body, wrapping his arms around her, Abby continuing to moan lightly. She leaned back against him, using him to hold her up.

Chris kissed her ear lobe and her neck. "You are making me so proud Abby."

Abby felt her heart flutter again and her sex clenched at nothing.

"Spread again my pet."

Abby did as she was told, opening her legs wider, just as before.

"Good girl."

Chris continued to kiss her neck and shoulder. She felt him nod, her eyes closed, she could not hear anything but his voice. She could only feel, she felt like a raw nerve on the verge of orgasm.

"These people are going to try to get you to cum my pet. I told them you wouldn't until the New Year. Are you ready?"

Both his arms were wrapped around her holding her tight. Abby nodded. Her heart pounding, she wasn't sure she could handle this or even not cum before the new year, but she wanted to try. She wanted to be a good girl for him.
The first attempt, the woman who had held her, stood before her. Her right hand dipped between Abby's legs. Her fingers tickled Abby's clit, pressing, pinching, pulling. Abby loudly panted and moaned as the woman manipulated her slick sex. The wetness flowed from her. Abby rocked her hips as the woman continued to play with her.

"You can cum sweetie. It's okay." She told Abby.

Abby shook her head and leaned back against Chris. He had told her not until the new year. She would hold out until the New Year. Chris nuzzled her neck and kissed her.

"Good girl. Next."

The next person to attempt was a large older man. He knelt before her and looked up at Chris. Chris nodded and the man dove between Abby's legs causing Abby to squeal. The stubble of his unshaven chin stabbed at her sensitive inner folds. His tongue darted around her sex, licking her inner and outer lips. He flicked his tongue against her protruding clit and Abby trembled twitching against Chris.

"Don't cum yet pet. This is only the second person. You can do it pet. Not yet Abby."

Abby whimpered in need and in arousal as the man continued to lap at her sex. He reached back and pressed the plug further inside her and Abby gasped. It nearly pushed her over, but she stopped it. Her legs shaking the man rose to his feet.

He licked his lips, shiny from Abby's own juices. The man nodded toward Chris and turned to walk back to the crowd.

Men and women took turns fingers, licking, and slapping Abby's sex. Each person took a different approach. Some spread her lips open and exposed her clit to the room. Some spoke to her while they stroked her. One woman tried to slide her entire hand inside Abby's cunt. Chris stopped her.

Each person got Abby closer and closer to exploding. Abby was dripping in sweat gasping for breath after each person gave up. Her pussy was on fire, swollen, red, and she was so close. Each time Chris praised her for not cumming. Each time she felt her pride rising at passing his test.

Shaking, Chris handed her to someone. Abby's eyes were closed, she was so tired, she had no idea how long she had been standing there. She had no idea how many people had touched her. All she knew was that she needed to cum.

Chris returned, and pushed her down, bending at the waist. To her surprise she was met with a table. She was being bent over a table. She let out a sigh of relief. She wanted to cum so bad.

The sting caused Abby to scream and her body to jump in shock. Before she had recovered there was another lash and the heat in her ass rose with what she assumed was a welt. Chris was flogging her hard. She heard the swipe and whap of the flogger hitting her skin. Abby could feel her skin raising and turning red with each swat.

Abby screamed each time the suede landed on her skin. Her legs came up but she never left from being bent over. She was nearly at the finish line. Her pussy dripped down her legs despite him whipping her.

She squealed when she felt it. Chris drove his cock inside her holding onto the harness as he pumped inside her. The flogged continued to land on her hips as he pushed his cock in and out of her. She heard the count down as he thrust.

10 -- Whap of the flogger thrust of his cock.

9 -- Whap of the flogger and he pulls his cock out

8 -- Whap of the flogger and he thrusts in deeper

7 -- Out

6 -- In

5 -- Out

4 -- In deeper than before nearly pushing the table over.

3 -- Out and in. He is quickening his pace and Abby's orgasm is building

2 -- Out and in. Harder, Chris pulls the harness. And presses his thumb against the plug sending her to brink.

1 -- Out, in, out, in, out, in hard and she screams.

"Happy New Year!!" The crowd screams and Abby violently shakes. Her pussy explodes as her eyes flash fireworks. Her orgasm rolls through her hard and long. Chris continues to pound into her, she could feel his cock swelling, as her cunt squeezes around his cock and sucks him in deeper.

As she is about to come down from her own orgasm she feels the spurts of hot sticky cum filling her. Chris' swollen cock is spraying her insides and sends her over the edge again, another smaller orgasm rips through her with his causing Abby to pass out in pleasure.

Abby stirred, at first disoriented. Where was she? She blinked a few times until the party came into focus. Her head was resting on Chris' lap and he was stroking her side with one hand and her hair with the other.

"Welcome back."

All around them people were in various stages of undress and engaging in several activities. Some people were getting tied, others were getting whipped, while others were kissing various parts of other people. There was pure sexual heat around them.

Rolling off her side, onto her back, so she was looking straight up at Chris, she smiled. She was so sated and relaxed. She had never felt so sexually satisfied in her life.

"Thank you Sir."

His smile grew. He pushed an errant lock of hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.

"Pet, I think you need to thank them." His other hand gestured out toward the other party goers.

Abby looked around the room again and felt the heat rising between her thighs.

"Be sure to ask every one of them politely how you may thank them for their attempts to get you off. When you are done, come back to me my pet."

Abby's eyes fell on the woman who had approached her first. The woman who played her clit like a violin. The woman that had gotten the closest. They locked eyes and the woman smiled.

"Yes Sir." Abby began to sit up so she could approach her target.

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May 15, 2018 in bdsm

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