My husband and I received a letter to one of those adult "by invitation only" play parties. We'd often talked about going to one of those parties, but I never expected to be invited. We weren't that big in the community. As I stood in my living room looking at the white envelope with red lettering, my excitement turned to nervousness.
I'm a submissive and the thought of being with strangers was difficult for me. I trust my husband implicitly. He knows my limits. He knows which boundaries I want to expand and where my hard and fast lines are. These people didn't know me and I didn't know them.
The night of the party arrived and my collar never felt heavier. We drove for what felt like forever and finally pulled up to a huge house in the middle of nowhere. There were cars everywhere. I tugged at my short flare skirt and worried as we walked to the house, "What the hell had I gotten myself into?"
My husband sensed my nervousness. As we approached the door, he turned to look at me. He cradled my face in his hands and spoke softly, "We don't have to do this. If you don't want to do this we can leave right now."
His hands felt soft and warm against my face. I turned my head and kissed the inside of his wrist. "I want to do this." That was the truth. I wanted to do this for no other reason than to see if I could...That wasn't wholly truthful...I wanted to do this for him as well as for myself. I wanted the chance to show him how far I'd come since we'd started playing these games.
He smiled a smiled and his green eyes twinkled, "I'll be right there the whole time. At any point you want to leave, we leave."
I nodded. He tenderly kissed me and winked. "Let the games begin."
I grinned. "Yes, Master."
I didn't even get a good look at the living room before someone hooked a leash on my collar. My husband, my safety net, left my sight as I was shuffled into a room that contained a mock-up of a classroom. Apparently, wearing a short, plaid mini-shirt had sealed my fate.
These people spared no details. There was a green chalkboard, a small American flag, a large teacher's desk, chalk, erasers and even student desks. I felt like I was back in high school just by stepping through that door. In a blur of flesh, disembodied hands took my shirt from me. Through my nerves, I didn't notice these people having any heads - just bodies.
I was ordered to hold my arms out straight and close my eyes; I complied. Someone looped a heavy scratchy rope around the back of my neck and tied it around my chest. When I was finally allowed to open my eyes, I looked down to see my breasts supported by thick rope. This wasn't the rope of fantasy - soft and silk. This was thick and itchy. It poked at my skin and made me uncomfortable enough to stand stiff.
Judging by the heavy footsteps, a man stepped behind me and held a loose piece of rope in front of my chest. He sawed the rope back and forth over my nipples until I was squirming to the point of not being able to stand properly. By the time he stopped my nipples were red and puffy.
He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back. "Thank me, Slave."
My heart soared. That was my husband's voice. "Thank you, Master." I was in good hands. A pair of long white stocking appeared over my shoulder.
"Put these on."
I nodded and removed my black panty hose. When I started to put on the first stocking, a slap rang across my ass. I jumped and turned to find my husband no longer behind me.
A man dressed in a gray suit lightly tapped the heel of a Maryjane against his palm. "Those panties are not regulation, young lady."
I tilted my head down. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"Do you think you can get away with breaking the rules?"
He gripped my face and tilted my head up. "No, sir."
"Then why are you wearing them?"
"I thought they'd please you, sir."
"You thought wrong." He grabbed one of my reddened nipples and pinched it. I felt a sharp dolt of heat streak into my body. He kept pinching and pinching until I whimpered. I could feel my wetness running down my inner thighs. "Take them off," he demanded.
I complied as quickly as I could. When I bent to remove my panties I saw my nipples. One was bright red and the other had already begun to fade to pink. I knew was going to feel this night for a few days. I removed my panties and held them in my palms.
He took them and shook his head. "Now, put your stockings on unless you want more dress code violations to haunt you."
After I slid the second stocking on, I heard him "tsk'ing." With my heart racing, I looked at him trying to figure out what I did wrong.
He sighed. "Panties are a part of the dress code." He shoved his hand under my skirt and fisted my pubic hair. "You are wearing none."
He yanked my hair forcing me to yelp. "Sir, you just took my panties." His glare nearly took my breath away. His eyes, sharp and blue, carried a sterile tone that made me think of a hospital.
"Insolent bitch." He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. With my hips against the edge of the large teacher's desk, he pushed on my back thrusting my ass up. A woman dressed like a teacher grabbed my wrists and held my arms flat against the desk. He flipped up my skirt and the Maryjane slapped against my ass.
These weren't the playful pats my husband gave me. He was out and out spanking my ass. The slaps stung my ears as well as my skin. Again and again he spanked me until I jerked off the desk and tears threatened my eyes.
He yanked me upright by my hair and slid my stocking feet apart with his feet. The woman came up to me and slipped her hand under my skirt. She thrust her fingers into my pussy and pulled them out before I could catch my breath.
She held two fingers up before my nose showing me my own juices stretching between her fingers. "She's a horny whore, too." She pressed her fingers against my lips and I sucked them clean. Happily sucking my light taste off of her fingers, I heard a strange metallic sound by my left ear.
She pulled her fingers from my mouth and pushed all of the props off the desk. When I turned I saw two metal clips in the man's hand; Not nipple clips that one would find in any adult toy catalog, but the black metal clamps available at an office supply store.
They shoved me until I was sitting with my bare ass on the cool wood of the desk. In a way the coolness helped soothe my stinging skin.
He spoke, "Spread your legs."
I parted my thighs.
The woman grabbed my face. "When the principal tells you to spread your legs, he means spread them." She gripped my knees and put my feet on the desk.
I tried my best to keep balanced. My legs were spread so wide my knees were almost parallel to my arms. My skirt crumpled up between my hips and my thighs. I was told to put my elbows on my knees and I did so. My chest and pussy were now fully exposed and at my principal's and teacher's disposal.
He held one clamp in each hand and slowly closed them on my nipples. With our eyes locked, my vision actually blurred as the pain invaded my body. I've had regular clamps on my nipples and I've had clothes pins on my nipples. Nothing compared to the bite of these clamps. I felt my jaw start to tremble as I panted through the pain.
A gentle touch danced down my back. "You're doing fine. Pant through it, baby."
Did my husband have a sixth sense about my fears or what? His calm voice and soothing touch were all I needed to stop fighting the pain and let it blossom into pleasure.
My cheeks burned from blush and I couldn't get my eyes more than half open. The principal paced in front of me and the teacher looked at me like I was a star pupil turned dunce. At this point, I wanted something - anything - to grind against my clit. Some sort of pleasure between my legs to take my mind off the pain on my chest. They granted me no such pleasure.
I cut my eyes down and looked at my chest. The rope creaked with each breath and my nipples had already turned pale at the pinch. The sharpest edge of pain subsided and a dull throb took its place.
The teacher shook her head. "I don't think she's contrite enough."
The principal agreed. "Disciplinary problems aren't this easy to solve."
They brought out more rope and bound my wrists to my knees. I felt someone, who I assumed to be my husband, settle on the desk behind me and tilted me slightly back.
The principal touched the tip of the Maryjane to my pussy and I jumped from the coolness.
My husband shook his head. "I'm sorry, but it seems my daughter still has some fight left in her."
I winced when the sole of the shoe slapped against my pussy. I'd seen movies with pussy spanking in it and those always looked like light pats that the sub played up. That's not what this was. He spanked me like he spanked my ass. Every time he'd hit I'd jerk and send the clips on my nipples shaking which, of course, rejuvenated the pain. He spanked me until my head spun and my eyes watered. I could measure my growing wetness by the sound of the slap. Eventually my body tried to stick to the shoe pulling my clit out from the folds of my flesh and leaving it unguarded.
He didn't stop his full arm swings and continued to batter my fully exposed and swollen clit.
I tried to keep my voice down, but I yelped and sputtered while straining against the rope. I pleaded with them that I'd learned my lesson and I'd never be out of uniform again, but they didn't listen. Prickly sting webbed across my pussy and they still didn't let up. Slap after slap after slap they tore into my flesh. I watched as the principal's tie bounced with each swing.
He lifted his arm and held it static.
The teacher held another clamp before my nose. The need to cum started to burn in my blood. I was ready to hump the edge of the desk if they'd just let me out of those damn ropes. I had a hard time focusing my vision through the lust and tears, but I knew exactly where that was going. I looked down my body and watched the clamp close down around my clit.
The pain shot into my body and I started to shake. The clamp slipped down my wet nub and pinched the head of my clit. I screamed. I didn't want to, but I couldn't hold it in. My hips began to bounce and my thighs shook. My husband's hand covered my mouth to muffle my yell and orgasm continued to wreak havoc with my body as a violent spasm of all my muscles. My ass slipped on the pool of fluid that'd formed on the desk between my legs and I jerked in my husband's hold.
My ass and pussy were still throbbing when the teacher knelt before me. She licked around the clamp and removed it with her teeth. My eyes rolled back as her gentle licking coaxed me from my euphoric high. Her tongue swirled around flesh and she sucked my clit between her teeth. I could feel myself swelling in her mouth. My husband, bless him, couldn't lick me like this.
I felt hands grip my breasts and opened my eyes to see the principal glaring at me. He firmly shook my tits and smirked, "Now, about these clamps. You know this is going to hurt like hell no matter how I take them off."
I nodded. The rush of blood back into a clamped nipple was often the most painful part, but, thankfully, it was quick.
His fingers slowly roamed around the clamps, "So, do I unclamp them gently or just rip them off?"
My eyes went wide and I felt the blood leave my face. This guy couldn't be serious!
My husband shrugged his shoulders. "She seems contrite, but..."
The principal nodded. "She screamed which means she didn't fully give herself to us." He curled his fingers around the mouth of the clamps and started to lift my breasts.
As the pinch of the clamp slipped along my nipples more heat and pain seared into my body. I couldn't pull my eyes away from watching my nipples stretch through the clamps. A part of me wanted to beg him to just yank off the clamps and another part wanted to plead for him to take his sweet vicious time. By the time my nipples slipped free of the clamps, I could feel myself gushing against the teacher's cheeks. My mouth fully opened in a long gasp and my back arched as I tried to settling into the sharp throb from my nipples.
He closed the clamps around a bit of the rope between my breasts and took a step back. The teacher stood and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
She spoke, "I think we need to make an example of her."
The principal nodded. "I agree."
The rest of the night, to show that I had truly learned my lesson, I had to walk up to complete strangers and tell them. "I'm sorry if my scream interrupted your play. If you would like you may take one of these clamps and put it anywhere on my body." Several times I had to drop to my knees and spread my lips so my clit could be taken hostage.
My body and my mind haven't been the same since that night. I did it, though. I proved to myself and my husband that I can take whatever is dished out. I can't wait until we get another invitation.
Originally Published March 2007: Getting Lucky