Continued from Sexy Labor Day (Part 2)
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Clothes were starting to fall off the subs, and those who remained dressed were definitely not dressed for the main public. Prince was decked out in a leather thong, and King was wearing a tight black shirt and leather pants. I knew they weren’t attracted to women but god sometimes I wished they were.
Tonya was wearing a tight see-through tank top. She bounced over to me when she saw I was free to chat and gave me a hug.
“Congratulations on the book,” she said. “I read most of it with Richard… it gave us some fun ideas.”
“Good!” I said, happy to hear this. We chatted for awhile, watching our friends interact around us. It’s always oddly surreal to have a conversation about something normal (in this case, the gardens in our backyard) while watching people engage sexually.
I heard clinking of glasses and saw N standing, getting everyone’s attention.
“Welcome back, friends!” he said. “Please help yourselves to food and beverages. I’ll start grilling in a couple of hours, but until then there are plenty of snacks to enjoy. As you all know, you’re free to have my slave get you anything you need. Are any other slaves available for this today?”
Amy, Pam, and Prince were promptly volunteered.
“And for those that brought special gifts for Sadey, you’re welcome to have her open them whenever you’d like. Syd, when will the birthday spanking happen?”
I blushed and fidgeted a bit. I’m used to being naked in front of people, but having direct attention on me always makes me incredibly nervous.
N, of course, knows this. He was watching me, enjoying my discomfort.
“How about just before we eat? You tell me when,” said Syd.
“OK – Sadey’s birthday spanking will be given to her by Syd at two o’clock. And it goes without saying that you’re all welcome to give her some birthday spankings before then as well. Just keep in mind she’s going to be getting a beating. Go easy on her ass.”
Amy told me later that my face was cherry red at this point. But, my embarrassment soon gave way to nervousness when Tonya handed me her empty glass.
“Why don’t you get me a refill? Ask Richard if he’d like anything, too.” she said. Her smile was small and her look was firm. “I’ll go get our gift for you. Meet us at the rig.”
The rig is simply a metal, upside down U that was set in the ground using concrete. It’s nine feet tall and, when we’re having special company, N usually puts hooks in place at various intervals. For the vanilla folks who bother to inquire about it, we call it a horse holder. N finds this lie completely hilarious, since we do not have horses and even if we did, we wouldn’t use the rig for animals.
No, the rig is only for the humans. N had put a few pieces of rope by it this morning in anticipation of it being put to use.
Richard requested a glass of water and I obliged. I met them at the rig with their drinks. Tonya held a long, thin box towards me.
“Happy Birthday,” she said.
I opened it slowly. Inside was a black flogger.
“It’s beautiful,” I said softly, picking it up to feel the weight in my hand. The strands were leather and very soft. From my basic experience with floggers, I knew this one could range from sensual to painful, depending on who was using it.
“It’s one of our favorites,” Richard said. “I asked N if you had this one… when he said no, we ordered it for you guys immediately.”
“Wow,” I said. They have good taste, and I knew this flogger had to have been expensive. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, Sadey,” said Tonya. “Want to try it out?”
Richard gently tied rope around my hands, then hooked the rope through the top of the U so my arms were both reaching up towards the sky. He pulled me up further until I was just barely able to touch my heels to the ground.
I looked up and saw that most of the group had migrated to watch me be flogged. I felt goosebumps on my skin though I didn’t feel cold at all. Tonya held the flogger in her hands and began guiding the tails along my stomach, then my back, letting me feel the soft touch of the leather.
The first strokes landed on my back. I gasped softly with each one before I fell into her rhythm and began to anticipate when I would feel the kiss of the flogger. She was flogging me lightly and I pushed myself into her strokes, the masochist in me so turned on and wanting more.
Richard took his turn after awhile and moved to my front. Before he began he felt my pussy and whispered into my ear what I already knew: “You’re very wet.”
His strokes started soft but quickly grew harder, making me moan in pain. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations, wanting to absorb every feeling I was getting from this new toy. When I opened my eyes I saw that Stewart was standing behind Amy, holding her tight and fingering her while they watched.
Richard slowed down and went back to a gentle flogging before stopping completely. He released me from the U, hugged me, and whispered, “Do you mind if others use this toy today?”
“Of course not,” I whispered back. “Amy should be next.”
I winked at Amy as I walked back towards the house. N caught up to me.
“That was hot,” he said, grabbing my hand.
“Yeah… sir…” I said hesitantly, not wanting to say what I was thinking.
“How badly do you want to cum right now?” he asked, reading my mind.
“Lay down then, make yourself cum,” he said, stopping in the middle of the yard.
I looked at him to see if he was serious. He definitely was. Sighing, and hoping there weren’t many bugs on the grass, I lay down at his feet and started rubbing my clit. I was so wet that I knew this wouldn’t take long.
N put his booted foot on my naked chest and pressed down on me lightly. He’d never done that to me before, but for some reason it just pushed me over the edge and I came hard, crying out loudly as my whole body shook.
He gave me a few seconds to rest and then held his hand down to help me up.
“Let’s go chat with Angie and David. I haven’t had a chance to catch up with them, and they’re the only ones not at the flogging show.”
… continued in Sexy Labor Day (Part 4)…