Part 28

The next week was quite uneventful. I was busy watching my ass recovering from the last weekend. There were some marks, not really obvious, but after a close look one could have seen them, if one would have know that they were there. Monday and Tuesday were quite hard to sit constantly on my desk at work, but at wednesday it was all good. I once played with my vibrator until I came from it, too. Of course after texting Holger and asking for permission.

He wrote me on thursday, that he would want me to come to him on friday evening at 6:00pm. He told me to show up all dressed and he told me, to not have any male clothes in my car.

I asked what he meant by that, he simply answered: "You will get dressed at home - if I find out, that you changed clothes short before you arrived, I will have to punish you again and from now on it will get meaner with every time I have to punish you."

I asked him what he wanted me to wear on friday, but he told me, that I was free to choose, but that there should not be any black type of clothing, as I often wore black clothes, when I was free to choose.

Further I should bring some more clothes and a various mix of my toys. I was not really sure what he meant by that, so I packed quite some things in a sportsbag (some wetlook clothes in black, some "normal" clothes in different colors, some fishnets in different colors,...and of course some dildos, plugs, a vibrator, some lube, the whip, some ropes, nipple clamps, some cuffs for my ankles and wrists,...)

Friday after work I showerd, shaved and got dressed. I decided to wear:

- white fishnets

- a short, pinkish skirt

- a top in another tone of pink (but matching to the tone of the skirt)

- a fluffy but tight, white cardigan

After I had picked my clothes I got my makeup done, put on my heels, put on the collar and put on my wig.

I donned the coat, grabbed the sportsbag and left my appartement at 5:00pm.

I had not thought about it all the days, but on a friday afternoon at 5:00pm there is a really good opportunity to meet people you would not even meet when you were just dressed casually (and according to standards of the society) and at this moment it was really to late to write Holger and to refuse to leave my appartement.

Right this day I stumbled across some neigbors I did not really like, because they were everytime like 'over-friendly' - laughing, joking...I think you know what kind of people I mean.

I am not really sure if they really saw me in completion, because I was already leaving the house through the back-exit to get to my car in the yard and they were entering in that moment from the front side of the house.

As soon as I started to hear a key moving in the front door I hasted through the exit to the yard and almost ran (at least I walked as fast as I could) towards my car, packed the sportsbag in the backseat, got in my position and started the engine. I slipped out of my heels and drove like a rally-driver through the archway onto the street.

This was fucking thrilling, in somewhat a good, but even though in a bad way. I was thinking all the time I was driving, if they had seen me or not, or if they had seen something, but were not sure who I was, or if they had seen something, but were not sure if they had really seen that...or if they maybe had seen everything and I was "topic-Nr. 1" in the house by now.

Finally I reached Holgers home. I parked my car in front of his house, put my heels back on, got out, took the bag from the backseat and walked towards the entrance.

Holger already waited for me and opened the door for me. He even took the sportsbag from me like a gentleman, which was worrying me a bit, because I knew that he was not a gentleman. This time there was no need to worry. He really had nothing "bad" in his mind.

After I had fully arrived at his house he offered me a coffee and we talked a bit about how my ride was.

I told him about my neighbors and that I was not sure if they had seen me, or....

He smiled and asked me if it really mattered if they would have seen me.

I thought it would and I told Holger, that I thought like that.

"Well, I see. You like to be, like the way you are, but you don't like others to know. Why is that?"

I told him, that I feared, that it might affect my 'every-day' life and that I feared, that people could avoid me or even speak bad about me or that I would have to face consequences due to my 'non-standard' behaviour.

"All right. Look", he said, "I will make it clear, so that you will understand it immediately. If I order you to my place, at any time, you will show up dressed. I don't care if someone could see you - as long, as there is no harm for you. I am not interested in you getting hurt by someone. Now for the important point: I consider 'harm' not in some neighbors spreading rumours about you. I consider 'harm' as an active act by someone to really hurt you, because of the way you are. As long as there is no evidence, that some neighbor of yours would physically attack you, I am not willing to cancel my order. So if you don't obey me because of a thing like that, we will find ourselves in a complicated situation, because I am sure, that I can't punish you everytime for the same thing. Punishment is a tool to make a slave learn certain things and it is used to make the slave remembering the punishment, when confronted with a situation like she was punished for. So a slave will say <I remember, that this behaviour is not correct and I got punished for that...so I will do it correctly now, to not get punished>. You see what I mean?"

"Yes, Sir", I answered.

"All right, I know that you wrote things like this on the list 'what kind of things you fear', but just because you fear them, does not mean you can't overcome them."

"Yes, Sir", I answered again and asked, "What will happen, if I disobey you the next time, will you punish me again or what will happen?"

"As I said, punishment is a tool to make you learn. If you don't learn from that - what purpose would it have to punish you? Except, that I like to hurt you physically and psychical, there would not be any effect out of it. You need to understand, that you obeying me is the core of our 'relationsship' and for that reason I will have to be sure, that you trust me and obey my orders. If you don't trust me or if you feel like you won't obey me, you need to say your 'safe-phrase' and we will be done."

"But I don't want this to end, Sir. I will not say the phrase, Sir.", I told him.

"Well, then you should better obey me, or I will make sure that you learn to obey me from punishing you."

"So, you will punish me, if I disobey you in that case?", I asked again, because I had not really understood.

"Yes", he answered, "On a scale of 1 - 10, what would you rate the punishment-day the last weekend."

I thought about it for some seconds, and considered the amount of strokes with the whip, the long-term plugging and wearing of clamps, the amount of time which was consumed during working off all the minutes,...

"I would say it was an 8, Sir.", I answered, because I honestly thought it must have been an 8.

"Well", Holger took a breath, "I will make this 8 look like a 2, compared to the punishment you will have to endure if you disobey me once again with an order to leave your appartment when you feel like you don't want to."

He did not say it in an angry voice, but alone the thought of getting punished like that got myself to fear it.

"You are afraid of getting punished like that?", he asked me after looking at me.

"Yes, Sir. I think that it really might hurt very bad."

"It would", he said, "If you don't want to experience it, better be obedient."

"What if you need to punish me because of another mistake?"

"I will punish you appropriate, compared to the relevance of your mistake."

"Like what?"

"I don't really have an example right now, but you will find out if you make a mistake."

"Yes, Sir."

As always I don't remember if these were the exact words, but it was like that.

Before we went outside on the terrace, having a cigarette Holger demanded the key to my car. I gave it to him and he went outside. After he came back he told me that he had checked if there are any male clothes in my car. After we were done smoking a cigarette, we went back in and had another coffee. It was quite nice, that he was not just after the "quick" fun and that it was possible to have a conversation with him. It was still about things related to our kind of relationship, but that was nice. I felt like I could speak honestly about my feelings and that he had an ear for things that touched me.

After we had finished our coffee we went into the living room, Holger looked TV and I kneeled in front of him.

"How about a little party?", he asked while and advertising break in his TV-show.

"A little party?", I asked.

"Yes, there is something going down at Peters pub. To be honest that is not really a question - it is rather just an information, that we will be going tonight."

"Yes, Sir.", I was kind of worried about that, but as I knew Holger by that time quite well, I was sure, that this was again all planned and set up.

Nevertheless I asked him what people would be around and he told me, that he had played some Trans- and Sissy-videos in the porn theater the last weeks and had gathered some contactinformations with people, he had seen staying in one of the rooms for quite some time. He told me further, that he had written messages to six guys, five of them had responded and three of them had even agreed on coming to the party at Peters pub.

"This party is for me right?", I asked.

"I don't know if 'for you' is the right statement, but you are definetely the reason for that party."

I nodded and began to think about what might happen.

About half an hour later Holger switched off the TV and told me to get the clothes I had brought.

I got up, got the bag and placed all clothes on the couch and on the floor around Holger.

He looked at everything and told me to wear:

- some pink fishnets

- a pink string panty, to hold the chastity cage and to prevent it from wobbling around

- a white skirt out of cloth, with black stripes on it - which was so short, that it did not cover anything of the fishnets

- a tight white top with pink and black lettering on the chest, which just said some nonesense, like most letterings on clothes do

- and of course wig, heels, collar, cuffs on the wrists and ankles, cage, plug and nipple clamps under the top

After I was finished changing my clothes we got on our way. We took my car, because I would have to drive back anyways. But on the way to Peter, it was Holgers turn to drive.

We arrived at Peters at 8:30pm. After we had entered Peter led me around and told me where I would find everything, because I was going to be the bartender, respectively the slutty waitress. My job was to bring the guys beer, chips, drinks...and to entertain them when they don't wanted something else.

At 9:00 pm the first guest arrived. It was another middle aged men, like Holger and Peter. His name was Jens.

The second guest, named Michael, was again in the same age as the others and the third missing guest, did not show up.

So there were four middle aged men, waiting for me to entertain them and to be of service in any way the liked.

I was kind of nervous, because I had no Idea how to start. Luckily Holger made the first step and ordered four beers.

I walked behind the counter and gathered the four beers. I brought them to the table and walked back to get a bowl of chips ready.

After I returned Peter asked me to bring him some playing cards and the black-box out of the cupboard on the wall.

I did and watched as Peter opened it. There were some poker chips inside, four different values, and Holger took them out, build some stacks in the same height and gave everyone the same amount of chips.

They started to play Poker, the Texas Hold'em rules.

I was standing there and watched them play and after a few minutes I was told to get Michael a new beer. I took the empty bottle changed it into another full one.

This continued for about an hour, maybe more. After they all had three or four beers I was told to make them some longdrinks, Baccardi and Coke.

I put all four glasses on a plate and brought it over to the guys.

I started at Holger, stood right next to him and put the glass on the table. After that I walked around the table clockwise. And served the drinks while standing right next to the guy, which drink it was.

As I reached Peter, I placed the glass on the table and Peter told me to place it more in the middle of the table: "I don't want it to fall", he said, but as I started to place it more in the middle of the table and was leaning forward, doing so, I started to feel his hand on my ass.

"More", he told me. I obeyed and nearly shove the glass over to Michaels side of the table.

As he told me, that it is enough, I was nearly lying on the table and he was groping my ass with firm hands.

Holger was shuffling the card-deck and gave out the cards to everyone. He acted like he had not noticed me lying on the table.

After the cards were dealt Peter looked at his two cards and said: "Man, that is exciting"

His hand wandered around my ass, pulled the string from the pantie to the side and started to pull and push on my plug. "Aren't you excited, too?", He asked me.

"Yes", I answered, because the feeling which emerged in my stomach was really exciting.

"Call him Mister P", Holger ordered.

"Yes Sir", I said and added, "I am very exiceted, Mr. P."

"Really? Come here and show me", Michael said.

"Yes Mr. M".

Peter stopped and let me go. I went over to Michael. He told me to sit on his lap and after I was sitting he started to get his right hand under my top and started to play on the clamps on my nipples.

I moaned a bit.

"Take my cards", Michael told me and I did.

He had one ace and one king, the ace was diamonds and the king was something black (I don't remember if it was spades or clubs, but I will tell it was spades).

He looked around me and I showed him the cards. He called the big blind, Holger folded, Peter called also and Jens just checked as he had placed the big blind.

Holger placed the first three cards on the middle of the table. It were diamonds king, diamonds seven and clubs eight.

Peter placed a small bet, Jens folded and Michael called. The next card was a hearts king.

Peter checked and Michael placed a bet. They did not play with real cash, so there was just the number on the poker chips. If I remember correctly, Michael doubled the pot and Peter called.

The last card to come was a spades eight.

Michael had a full house out of three kings and two eights. After Peter checked again, he placed another bet.

Peter told him, that he won't back out now and called.

Peter had a full house, too. But he just had a pair seven on his hand and Michael won.

"You seem to be a sign of good luck", Michael told me.

"Let me try it too", Jens told him and I was told to switch the laps.

Jens also played with the clamps under my top and I started to grind a bit on his lap. "Are you trying to distract me?", he asked me and laughed.

"No, Mr. J.", I answered.

The next round was won again by Michael.

"Go and switch to another radio station", Holger told me. I went up and walked over to the cupboard with the stereo in it. I went through the different radio stations and found one which was playing kind of club music.

I went back to the table, grabbed the empty glasses and went back to refill them.

As I returned to to the table I heard Holger asking: "How about we play for something of worth?"

"Like what?", Michael asked.

"Maybe the first fuck of the night?", Peter asked.

"Good idea", Holger answered.

I placed the drinks on the table and watched them play the next round. This time it was Jens to win.

"All right", he shouted and laughed.

Holger grabbed a pack of condoms out of his pockets and threw them onto the table. "Give him his price", he told me.

I grabbed the pack of condoms and walked over to Jens.

I kneeled down in front of him, unzipped his pants and began to suck him. He was hard a few seconds later. I proceeded to get a condom on his cock and after I was finished I stood up, turned around, took the plug out and placed it on the table.

With spread legs I started to squat over Jens, until his dick was sliding in.

He was not that big and so my asspussy was strechted out enough from the plug.

I placed my hands on his upper legs and started to ride him.

While I was riding him, the guys continued their game, but everyone was opening their pants, too and watched how I rode Jens.

After the next round Holger asked if they wanted to pause the poker game, because all of them were kind of distracted (especially Jens).

All agreed and so they watched me, how I rode Jens and made him cum some minutes later.

To be continued...