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  Lucy was his best friend. Her words made him smile. Timmy was in good hands. A good sleep tonight and he’d check on them both tomorrow.

  Chapter 2

  Lucy pulled into the car port. Her white Toyota Corolla slipped into the space without issue. The lids of her eyes felt like lead, and her body was so worn down. She didn’t know if she could even get inside the house.

  “Get up body.”

  As she yanked the keys from the ignition, she pushed open the car door. She left her purse, but made sure to grab her phone. She wanted nothing more than to get to the door of the house quickly. Unfortunately, her body didn’t agree with that demand. Lucy felt like she was moving at a snail’s pace. Finally, reaching the door of her apartment, she slipped the key in, and went inside. The windows were open, and she could hear music coming from her roommate’s room. Shutting the door without a sound, she was hoping to make a clean escape. Her gaze drifted to the couch. She couldn’t help but smile. Lucy shuffled over to the creamy thick love seat and plopped down. It was six o’ clock in the morning. She was right. She had to stay for that little boy Timmy until he fell asleep.

  It was officially Halloween. That would mean it was the first year she would sleep right through it.

  “Luce! Is that you?” The high pitched shout came echoing down the hallway and right into the room with her.

  Everything was loud. Right now, it was all way too loud. With a groan, Lucy realized she was found out, and there was no way to escape. Millie’s feet padded against the ivory carpeting and she heard a squeal as she rounded the corner.

  “Thank god you are home! I was gonna text ya, but I figured you were working hard to not have come home on time.”

  Lucy rolled her head to the side just as Millie collapsed on the couch next to her. She rested her arm across the back of the couch and her head against her palm. The smile on her face screamed trouble.

  “Ok, out with it.”

  The smile grew. It lit up her bright eyes and Lucy couldn’t help but laugh, despite how tired she was.

  “Ok, so you know Robert, Tom’s friend?” Millie didn’t even give her a chance to answer. She just plowed on. Which was better, Lucy didn’t have the strength to form questions just yet.

  “Well, you know how he is a Dominant in the ‘scene’ right?”

  It amused Lucy that Millie called it ‘the scene’. She was like fresh meat. Lucy refused to take her to clubs or play parties. She knew that once Millie got the taste, she wouldn’t be going back. It was a hard love life to have. You never knew who you could trust, or who would be accepting if it wasn’t in a club setting. After her last debacle and ex boyfriend, Lucy had decided it was time to stay away from clubs. It had been lonely to say the least. She only nodded at her friend, allowing her to continue.

  “He is having one of those play parties. He called and invited me. Said he needs new blood in his house. He also said I could bring a plus one.” Millie added to that statement by winking at her.

  Realizing what the woman was about to propose, she got up.

  “No, no. I just got off a nearly fifty six hour shift, Millie. As much as a firm hand would feel really good, I would be the most not fun to play with partner today. I know you love Halloween, and this would be your first party, but Millie, I can’t do it.”

  She turned from her friend and Millie charged at her.

  “God, please Luce! I can’t go on my own; I would be way too scared. Besides, you and I both know this is Brad’s thing. He will be home this Christmas and I would love to know something so I don’t look like some baby doll.”

  Lucy sighed. Getting to the fridge and pulling out the orange juice, she poured a glass. There would be no sleeping until Millie got off this topic.

  “What if he doesn’t come home, Millie? What if he doesn’t come home until 4th of July, then you have time?”

  “I can’t rely on that, Luce. Come on, for me, for fun, for the love of all that is spontaneous and crazy, please, Luce!”

  “Okay, okay! Down girl! If—“ Millie started to squeal. “I said if I can get a solid afternoon sleep, then we can go. But you have to get us something to wear. I’m going to sleep until the last minute.”

  Millie screamed. Jumping up and down in the kitchen she pounced, and locked Lucy in a tight hug.

  “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this at all.”

  Lucy nodded. The annoyed look in her eyes said otherwise. She had been with a good number of the male Dominants that Robert knew. So, it was just another night for her. She didn’t repeat, and she knew most of the firemen were either married, submissive, or single men that didn’t do relationships—like Robert. Making it to the door of her room, she turned back to Millie, still jumping up and down and mouthing silent words in exhilaration.

  “Um, Mill?”

  “Yeah, Luce?”

  “Is Tom going to be there?”

  “Yep, I think he is going over to Robert’s this afternoon. He’s helping him set up the equipment, checking it or something. Robert said Tom was staying for the party.” She waved her hands around as if she didn’t care. “Maybe you can just play with him.”

  “Right and maybe pigs would fly.” Lucy rolled her eyes as she slipped into her room, shutting the door behind her.

  When Millie saw she had gone she dashed to her room and grabbed her phone. Quickly, she typed in her single response. He would get the picture.

  She’ll be there.

  ***

  Tom wasn’t jealous of Rob’s house. He didn’t have to pay for it. It was set back and had a large wraparound garden. The back yard was walled off for privacy. It was perfect for play parties. That was the main reason Rob had bought it.

  Tom dropped the famous bag on the wooden floor. Oak it looked like. Rob walked out of the den, carrying two beers. He handed one to Tom.

  “Oh my god, the bag. How much does that fucker weigh? I swear the bicep on your right arm is double the size of your left.”

  “Try it.”

  “Fuck that. I’d do my back in and I’ve got a party tonight.”

  “So, what’s the set up, you all ready?”

  “I think so, but I want to run it past you.”

  “Okay, shoot.”

  The kitchen and main living room were a large open plan space. The two areas flowed into each other perfectly. The kitchen windows overlooked the back yard. Huge couches, four in all were set facing the wall where a huge eighty inch TV screen filled it.

  “Okay, I have made the kitchen living room area a social area. No contact allowed. The utility room has the monitors in, one for each play room.”

  “Good idea, I can be the monitor guy.”

  Rob looked at him, shaking his head. “Oh no, you’re my main attraction Tom. No monitor for you. You’re going to be on the damn monitor. The utility rooms big enough for people to stand and watch. That’s the whole point. I have a guy I can trust already booked to make sure no one goes over the top.”

  “Okay, okay.”

  “Good. Now, I have the five bedrooms all set up with cameras. There are toys in there and the usual restraints.”

  “What toys?”

  “I have floggers, whips, canes, crops and paddles. Let me think. Okay, I also got dildos and butt plugs. I put extra batteries too, on each bedside table. I put towels, creams in each bedroom. Oils too. Anything else I need?”

  “You seem to have it covered boss. So just the bedrooms?”

  “Patience Sir. I have the cellar set up, you know my dungeon well. You use it often enough. The den is set up with a bench. I was thinking of setting up the pool area too.”

  “Under the cover you mean?”

  “Yeah, leaving the bar area free for drinking. The covered area is out of sight of the neighbors. I was thinking the pool area could be for more public display. We could have a couple of scenes throughout the party, free for all. Anyone who wants to get a thrill from being watched in the open can do.”

  “Soun
ds good. I take it you checked the weather forecast. We don’t want subs freezing their asses off.”

  “It’s part of the fun buddy, watching all those goose bumps and hard nipples standing to attention.”

  “Guess so. Well I think you have it all sorted.”

  “Well I’m glad you’re my best friend Tom, you are my right hand when it comes to my party. Well I’ve decided, you get the dungeon tonight.”

  “Are you going to pick me a sub too?”

  “No, I know what you like but that’s your decision.”

  “It’s amazing what a gym bag will get you huh?”

  “It’s the contents, not the bag. In all my time as a Dom, I’ve never seen anyone with that unique kink. You are a draw. You make my parties.”

  Tom gave his friend a wry grin and took a swig of the beer. It felt good as it went down his throat.

  “Now I need you to go down and put the bag in the cellar ready for tonight.”

  “Will do, have another beer ready.”

  Robert laughed.

  Tom lifted his bag and descended the stairs. The walls were painted in neutral shades, continuing down to the basement. The room opened up. It was a Dom’s dream. Robert didn’t scrimp on his house. The lights came on as if by magic and Tom couldn’t help but smile. Tonight, this was his domain.

  Chapter 3

  Lucy’s gaze went over the provocative costume her friend had gotten for her. She’d slept for about ten hours. It wasn’t enough, not by a long shot. A long shower brought her out of her groggy slump. The costume helped. As she turned to the side, examining her profile, Lucy couldn’t help but thank her friend silently. It was a black corset that brought up her mass of creamy breasts. They nearly spilled over the top of the tight black top. Her legs were encased in sheer black thigh highs, topped with black lace. The sexy stockings were held up by four garters of black satin. Her ass was covered, not well, by black sheer lace boy shorts. It was a cheap attempt at making her look like a cat, it was more like a role-play session in the scene. She had on black sequence cat ears and a soft fuzzy cat tail that swayed with built in wire. She wiggled her ass, turning to the side and watched it move back and forth. Lucy wanted to giggle. No normal cat would look like this. Her gaze took in her full hips, and generous breasts. She was stuck in this curvy body, yet she was petite, and short. Nearly everyone in her life towered over her. This get up, being submissive, made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.

  She looked up at her reflection. Her eye make-up was done meticulously. The kohl that lined her eyes swept out to make them very cat like. The shadow was in golden tones. Millie had applied it generously and it made her eyes look like giant emeralds glowing back at her. She looked good. That she couldn’t deny. Her thick blonde hair was curled in a ringlet mass, and brought up to pile atop her head. Little tendrils spilled free, a couple brushing her shoulder. Reaching for the mask her friend had got her, she took a moment to admire it.

  It was beautiful.

  Where Millie had found something so delicate, yet expensive looking, she didn’t know.

  She didn’t ask.

  It was black and silver. Tiny little rhinestones swirled with the silver glitter. It covered only the top half of her face. Her lower half would be free. Her lips open to kiss. Lucy let her mind wander to thoughts of Tom. Would he play with her? Would he know it was her? She was ripped from her internal musings as Millie burst through the bathroom door.

  “Oh my god! I look so slutty it is hilarious. God I wish Brad was here,” Millie turned around and moved her spill of curls to the side. “Can you zip me, please?”

  Lucy smirked as she zipped up the naughty maid uniform Millie had found. She was in six inch hooker heels, and the same thigh highs and garters. Millie bent over and Lucy squealed in shock.

  “Is that a thong?”

  Millie’s creamy, perfectly shaped bare ass moved out of view as she straightened. Turning to give Lucy a mischievous expression, she shrugged.

  “Yes, I mean, there is no reason I can’t get laid. Brad is at war. The man looks at me like I’m thirteen. I still have needs, Lucy.”

  “Yeah, but Tom—“

  “Tom needs to get over himself. He acts like I’m ten. It’s worse. No, grab that mask, get it on, and let’s get going. I’m hankering for a spanking. Let’s see how bratty I have to be to get one,” she winked and darted out of the room.

  Lucy gave herself one last once over. She filled her purse and secured the mask over her face. Letting out a sigh, she turned and followed the sounds of Lucy hollering about how much fun this Halloween would be.

  ***

  Tom stepped out of the shower. The cold flooring made him rush to the tiny bath rug, where his feet warmed quickly. His taut skin languished under the million water droplets as they slipped down him like tiny streams on a window. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he brushed his damp locks back. He was in a quandary. Firstly, he was tired. His body still ached from the last two days. Secondly, he wasn’t sure he wanted to spend time with a stranger. Sure, Rob would have invited faces he’d know. But he was choosy. Tom had one woman on his mind. Lucy.

  The problem was that things seemed to be working against him tonight. He’d rung Millie twice to cancel. He’d even rung Lucy to see if she was going to the party. But neither of them had picked up. Even Rob’s number was engaged on both occasions he’d rung. It was as if he was meant to go.

  The heat in the bathroom began to stifle him. The moisture level was making it hard to breathe. Without drying himself or grabbing a towel, he entered his bedroom. Much better, however the cooler temperature made his skin tremble. His cell phone lay on the bedside table. Blinds first though, he was naked. He didn’t want to startle the couple next door. Tom twisted the rod and closed the slats to the outside world.

  Rob would be pissed tomorrow if he didn’t go. Tom sighed, turned and looked at the bed. The black leather pants were carefully laid out. The leather jacket was hung on his chair. If this was a fire situation, he’d be there. His instinct would take over and he’d be through the door, pulling bodies out. Why did women cause so much confusion? He could just stay home, dress in t-shirt and running pants and watch TV.

  Fuck it.

  Tom picked up his phone. Pressing the lower button, he stirred it into life. The menu lit up. His thumb hovered over the phone icon. Tapping it, he dialed Millie. A few seconds and fifteen dialing tones later brought a hint of frustration. He ended the call and shifted his finger across, bringing up Lucy’s name. Tom stopped and pressed the menu button again. This time he slid his finger to the photo icon and pressed. In the menu he brought up the party album. Lucy’s photo hovered in his vision. She was dressed in a low cut dress. It was Millie’s last birthday. He tapped the picture and made it full screen.

  In a few seconds his cock had started to fill with blood. The shaft stiffened and it rose slowly into its favorite erect state. Tom shifted the phone to his left hand and touched himself with his right. The warmth of his cock was like a security blanket. Like an old trusty friend. He held the phone to eye level then sat back on the bed. His legs were apart, his hard cock still in his palm as he started to stroke it. The fingers gripped it tightly. Lucy looked at him, her cleavage arousing him in the cups.

  Could it be he doubted himself? The truth of the dilemma wracked his thoughts. He knew full well Lucy was what he wanted. On the other hand, did she want him? It hurt him, it made him feel guilty that he would go to the party and cheat on her with another woman. And yet, he needed the release. He needed to let go. Time had been hard lately. Pressure and work had built up and he also needed rest. He stretched the image, making the screen full of Lucy’s face. Her bright green eyes gazed back at him. They made him swell. The head ached, his shaft tightened. A temporary fix would have to do. He laid back, shifting his body. Knees bent and legs apart he started to fist his cock. Lucy’s eyes, the smile, they just set him in motion. The decision could wait, and all the nonsense that came w
ith it. Now, the mind, the heart needed to sit back and let his urges do the talking. Lucy glared back at him as he heard her thoughts in his head.

  Come for me Tom, come all over my face.

  And he did.

  Chapter 4

  Lucy walked up the winding path that led up to Robert’s house. It was a simple family home. One storey and spread out. Cute little pumpkins lit the path up to the front door. Millie ran up to the front of the house. The door had a man standing guard. He was checking ID to make sure each person was listed, as well as of legal age. She bounced as she waited for the man to find her name on the list. Turning towards Lucy, she smiled.

  “This is so exciting. I mean, these parties are like personal playrooms. God, I wish Brad was here.”

  The large hulking man nodded to Millie and she squealed and darted through the door. Lucy shook her head and looked up at the man who towered over her.

  “Hey John, you going to get any play time tonight?”

  “Doubt it Luce, I am on Dungeon Master duty today. Once I have everyone signed in, I have to watch the monitors. Robert wants me to keep an eye out for Millie. Tom knows she’s coming and I don’t think he will be keen on seeing his sister naked in a play room,” Luce nodded.

  Lucy entered the front hallway. She took a few steps and the wall dropped away. It was an open floor plan. The den opened to the living room, which opened up to the kitchen. It once had an island, but now a stockade. No one was in the extreme bindings yet. Taking center stage in the den space was the punishment bench. It was made from high end oak. The scent filled the room. Mixtures of wood, freshly oiled. Scents of leather blended, sexual arousal made the room hot. Air conditioning meant nothing when you were primed for masochistic punishments. Her gaze scanned the room. A woman on her knees, naked but for a tail and some ears, looked up with adoration at a very tall, lanky man. Lucy felt a pang of jealousy. Shaking her head she heard Millie giggle. She looked up just as Robert swaggered over to her bouncing form.