So there I was, at the beginning of the party, bound, gagged, and covered by little more than a latex bikini. I was alone, at a party filled with my husband's friends. I felt like a piece of food that had been left unattended, with a horde of flies circling around me.
I looked up at the landing. My husband stood up there, looking powerful in his tux, watching over me. I felt I would be safe as long as he was watching me, but I didn't know about all these people. That's when I noticed that I wasn't just being ogled by his male friends. I was being ogled by some of the women too. Even, I realized to my horror, his dominatrix ex, Mei Wen.
Remember Mei Wen? She was the Asian supermodel I first saw him with, way back three years ago when I was nothing more than a coat check girl. Now I was Gary's trophy wife, and I knew—from every interaction I had had with Mei ever since—that she resented me for it. I feared that now, she was about to get her chance at some serious revenge. I had heard that she could be quite the cruel mistress. Back in the early days of dating Gary, the two of them had usually found some submissive to torment until they couldn't stand it any longer. Then they fucked each other. It had become a point of contention for her, because he would stare at their submissive while they fucked. He had confessed that he had loved Mei for a time. But in the end, he'd had to admit that they weren't exactly compatible. They were both pure dominants. Then he met me, and it all changed. And Mei—who should have moved on—instead developed a serious grudge.
I looked up at Master again.
If things get too bad down here—if I'm distressed—you'll come to my rescue, right?
But alas, all I could do was look up at him longingly with my eyes, my mouth gagged, such as it was.
"Hello, Kayla," came a friendly voice. It was Chet. Remember Chet? Gary's limo driver? I hadn't expected to see him at the party, given the nature of their professional relationship. But then again, I had realized—through talking to him over the years—that he and Gary went way back. All the way back to high school, actually. He and Gary apparently used to get up to quite a bit of mischief together, back in the day.
Chet's quite the heartthrob himself, actually. He's tall, like Master Gary, and shares this almost unwavering expression of confidence on his face. He's also black, for what that's worth. He's gone bald too, though in the sexiest way; he shaves his head and it just makes him look all the more confident. And evidently, he's quite built. Usually when I see him, he's wearing a suit and hat when chaperoning me around town. But now, seeing him in a muscle shirt, I couldn't help but see he was really quite the muscular stud himself.
"Mff," I said.
I nodded, with a nervous smile probably apparent on my face. I was clearly going to have issues being coherent with this gag in my mouth. I gathered that was the point. My interactions with people—for the most part—the imposing of will would be one-way. They would talk, I would listen. They would dispense, I would receive. They would command. I would obey.
"So, did Gary tell you everything?"
"And let me guess. He told you like, fifteen minutes ago."
I smiled and nodded again.
"That's Gary Bennett for you," he said, in his deep, sexy voice. "I mean, look at him," he said, gesturing his head up to Gary who seemed to watch over the whole party he was hosting like some kind of overseer. Well, I guess in a way, he technically was the overseer. "Hasn't changed a bit over the years has he? What I'd do with all his hair. Or his money. Or you," he added with a smile.
Chet eyed me up and down. It was an odd feeling. I'd never thought of Chet in that way before. I mean, he's really handsome, sure. Had I noticed? Of course! But he'd always been just our chauffeur. But now, feeling his eyes on me like that—smiling at me like I was something wonderful he wanted to possess—I realized he was also man, with his own urges. And I liked it! It was actually really hot! He'd probably thought about me a lot over the years, I realized. Probably stolen some glances at me in the back seat when I wasn't looking. This realization was making me a bit wet for him…which was strange because before this moment, I never would have looked at any man who wasn't my sexy husband. But now…
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