A VACATION FOR JESSICA ......... CHAPTER X " The Cocktail Party "
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"Ladies and Gentlemen. I am Dr. Robert Masters. On behalf of the
Masters Institute for Training, It is my pleasure to welcome you to
our monthly cocktail party and exhibition"
Robert Masters' words were met with an enthusiastic round of applause
from the 35-40 well dressed guests seated two to four each at a dozen
or so round tables about the room. As for the room, it was elegant in
it's use of dark wood panelling, brass wall sconces and antique green
glass globes for casual lighting and, if one looked upward, extensive
automated track lighting as well. Each table comfortably sat four
people and was covered in a dark green tablecover and smaller white
tablecloth. Two tapers provided subtle illumination and at each seat a
name card was folded and stapled over the shaft of a "mini-crop".
Built exactly like any other riding whip, these were but 18" long,
sturdy and black trimmed in dark green. A small wicker basket held
"munchies" a second basket was covered by a dark green napkin. A few
guests who sneaked a peek at these tended to smile knowingly to their
companion. Each of the tables also had a large number on a stand. At
the far end of the 40' room a magnificent mirror backed bar beckoned
and two uniformed bartenders awaited their customers.
"The bar is open my friends, enjoy yourselves and meet each other.
Soon I will be introducing this month's class of prisoners for your
entertainment < Heheheh!>" Immediately a few guests rose and drifted
toward the bar and others followed. Some, probably the biggest
drinkers, paused to examine some of the artifacts and Object D'Art to
give the impression they were in no hurry for a drink. About a third
of the way into the room, away from the Great Door and facing the
tables, two rows of plain metal folding chairs had been placed. The
thirteen chairs were spaced widely so that each could be clearly seen
by all. These, of course, would seat the women prisoners. As the
guests began mixing near the bar, Masters worked each group with
handshakes and "tid-bits" of what they might see tonight. Other staff
members had entered the room. Jim in particular, seemed about to
salivate over the prospects of the evening. Somehow he seemed no less
threatening in his tux. Cindy and Nora were quite the opposite. They
moved freely about in beautiful dark green velour jump-suits and 5"
silver pumps. As freely at least, as they could in shiny silver
serving chains connecting ankles and wrists and a two foot length
joining the cuffs. They would be able to snack and drink but would
have to bow deeply to get a glass to their mouth. As a symbol, and if
needed, both women wore a sparkling white RKG#2 about their necks. The
left pocket held a large folded cloth pad and from the right jump-suit
pocket the familiar E/P Gag towel hung as if part of a uniform. Cindy
and Nora knew their rules. They were to speak to no-one unless
solicited and NOT to each other or Jim. Their purpose would be to
demonstrate the upward mobility that could be achieved by some of the
guest's "loved ones" at M.I.T. Now on the second round of drinks, the
sound of crop striking pantleg could be heard sporadically about the
room as some wannabe "Dom" tried to make a statement. All the guests
appeared to be present and Masters exited via the Great Door, closing
it behind him.
A few steps down the hall in a small room not much bigger than a
closet, thirteen women stood jostling each other as they tried to
master their 5" heels and various bondages. Unblindfolded, seeing
other prisoners for the first time, Jessica couldn't take in the scene
fast enough. Her impression at first was that most of the women wore
dresses identical to hers but in colors of white, green, blue and her
own scarlet but a few were totally different and each wore a nametag
pinned to her shoulder. No-one could miss.
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+ "MARGARETTE LINDSEY" +
+ Akron Ohio +
+ " I am a cheating wife....a slut" +
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Margaret was at least six feet tall with a striking figure and
platinum hair. Her features though, Jessica thought were hard and
"street smart" Masters was keeping her in quite different apparel than
her usual leather mini-dresses and neon hot-pants. Margaret wore a
heavily boned and tightly laced corset under a beautiful fully cut
Victorian dress in pure WHITE! Her sleeves were wrist length and the
bodice laced up to her chin. She wore two petticoats under the full
skirt. Her feet were strapped and padlocked into patent leather flats!
However, into the shoes, before being put on her feet, a small handful
of "gravel"! straight from the driveway had been poured. < It was
rumored that this was the price of resisting Jim days before > Her
ankles were roped to about a 12" hobble as far as Jessica could see.
Margarette's bondage was not all that severe. Her wrists were crossed
and criss-crossed in place with white rope. The rigid placement of the
rope meant she could not shift her hands at ALL! from 90 degrees so
she had to continuously "hold" her hands in place. The woman's mouth
was packed full! with God knew what and a white RKG#2 spread her jaws
wide. Because she still had her hair, a white scarf "helmet" completed
her ensemble. Jessica felt for this woman for clearly she had NEVER
experienced anything like this EVER! The constant flow of silent tears
down her cheeks assured Jessica that Margaret was, indeed, in misery.
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+ HELENE BLACKWOOD +
+ Philadelphia, PA +
+ "I am a Prima-Donna" +
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To Jessica, Helene Blackwood looked like anything but a Prima-Donna.
While all the women in the closet room would be considered "dressed
up" for the party. Helene was in prisoner garb. She wore a plain grey
shift stenciled "Prisoner" and "M.I.T" all over. Around her waist was
a heavy wide leather belt and to that her hands were shackled behind
her with 6" cuffs. Helene wore old dull 4-5" heels and her ankles were
hobbled to 12" by a chain Jessica thought must weigh twenty pounds!
Indeed each of the five links was the size and shape of a donut! She
wore a large grey cotton cloth tied about her forehead at eyebrow
level then tied under itself behind. All hair and her ears were
covered. From the vacant look in her eyes, Jessica guessed that the
woman wore an RKG+ and a tight one. Her mouth from tip of nose to chin
was covered by another grey cloth tied as tightly as an E/P! Jessica
couldn't picture her as a prima-Donna. Jessica looked about at the
others and suddenly wondered...What did HER! badge say?? Her thought
was interrupted by the closet door opening and the hulk of Jim. "All
right girls show time!! < hehehehe > follow me single file". Jim led
the group of hapless women toward the ballroom. To have stood and
watched the procession would have sparked the soul of ANY sadist.
Every emotion and state of mind seemed represented in the beings of
the prisoners. Jessica seemed less upset than most and walked with an
almost proud stride her posture greatly enhanced by her bondage of
course. She was first in the line. When they stopped at the door of
the ballroom, Jessica tried to take in the others. Directly behind
her, Helene seemed consumed with humiliation and in fact kept her eyes
closed almost all the time. The heavy metallic clanking of her leg
restraints could not be missed and Jessica realized the woman's ankles
were chafing already! Clearly the worst off, however, was poor
Margaret. She cried continuously as she tried to walk. The razor sharp
gravel would have been torture to anyone but, Jessica thought, because
of Margaret's size and weight her plight was hideous. "eeennff!"
"oogff!" "unfffg!". Every step brought a pitifull cry to the woman's
throat only to be stopped by her gag, she seemed about to collapse.
"You know what to do...go on in and sit down". The little band of
captive women filed in as they had been instructed and took their
seats on the metal chairs. They quickly looked amongst themselves then
each scanned the room in search of "their" people. Jessica's search
was short as her eyes fell on Michael seated at the first table.
Charlotte sat beside him. Their hands, snugly entwined rested on the
table, clearly for Jessica's benefit. Jessica felt a lump rising in
her throat she also began to feel the sodden scarf wad moving in her
mouth if she turned her head in any direction she was frightened. As
the women found their seats, Masters gestured to Jim and at once the
room lights fell to where the prisoners could not see the guests then
suddenly they were bathed in bright white light pouring from
spotlights in the ceiling. It was like a movie set! From speakers
concealed in the ceiling also, music began to play, old music,
medieval tunes played on the harpsichord. It fit well.
"Ladies and gentlemen", Masters' voice penetrated the darkness. "It is
time for your prisoners to greet you and receive their number for the
evening. The prisoner will locate your table and is to bow humbly from
the waist until you signal her upright. She will repeat this gesture
to your honored guest" These instructions were directed to the woman
though addressed to the "guests". "Your prisoner is not blindfolded so
that she may use her eyes to sincerely express to you, her
appreciation and gratitude for your having sent her here. You will
kindly make note for me of the slightest hint of displeasure, or shall
we say "dirty looks" Any such actions will be dealt with during this
party." Masters was rubbing his palms together and the guests had
begun to twitter. "In the covered baskets, are several items for your
use..quite self-explanatory < hehehehe! > However, please note the
number tag which matches your table number. You will please affix it
to your prisoner when she visits you. The first reunion will be Mrs.
Jessica L. Brown as she greets her husband Michael Brown and new
friend and lover, Charlotte Revell!!" There was applause! Jessica was
paralyzed with emotion..."JESSICA BROWN!"
Masters' voice sent Jessica to her feet and she walked into the
darkness toward Michael's table. In seconds she was before them, they
were finishing an "inside joke" as she began to bow deeply, her face
nearly touching the table. "Well, dear. How are you enjoying your
prison life < hehehehe >??" Michael's voice was emotionless.
Charlotte was trying to stifle the giggles! "I'll bet you're glad I
paid that check eh? I thought about letting it slide < hehehe>" < THIS
WAS MICHAEL???? MY MICHAEL??? > "OK..straighten up!" Jessica's back
ached as she rose again. "You don't have to bow to Charlotte" <"I
don't?? wonder why? > "You are to KNEEL! at her feet she has something
for you!" Michael moved his chair away to make way and poor Jessica
fell to her knees at the lap of Charlotte. Charlotte played it to the
hilt first extending her right hand for Jessica's muffled kiss,
followed by the left! When Jessica complied, Charlotte giggled again
and said to Michael "Ooooh, this is fun sweetheart!!" As Jessica knelt
before her, breasts jutting forward, Charlotte lifted the napkin from
a basket and withdrew a large plastic " #1 " tag attached to a plastic
clothespin. As Jessica's eyes widened in fear! Charlotte squeezed the
clothespin and placed it over Jessica's left nipple. "Ready
bitch?...One....Two She let the powerful clothespin snap
onto the nipple. Jessica saw STARS!! She pitched forward into
Charlotte's lap then up erect and twisted wildly!!!! "Calm down dear!
That's a Forster's American Classic you can't even PULL them off!!
Jessica "lost it" as the fire and pain
raced through her chest to her groin, she couldn't think or breathe!!
so intense was the pain. "Thank you Mrs. Brown, please return to your
seat" Masters' order was followed by loud applause. Jessica was
hunched over in pain and humiliation as she stumbled back to her seat.
"Mrs. Helene Blackwood is next! " She will greet her
devoted husband Peter and loving step-daughter, 22 year old Tiffany"
Helene Blackwood rose from her seat next to Jessica and slowly walked
forward, her heavy leg-irons clanking noisily on the polished floor.
She almost twisted her body with each step to avoid the metal cuff's
twisting on her ankle. Her eyes were cloudy. Her destination was a
table set quite far back and as she made her way, the conversation
level rose and Masters signalled for the room lighting to be raised.
Helene plodded slowly to the rear table occupied by her husband. She
bowed from the waist before Peter. The skirt of her prison dress
touched the floor as she bent forward. Peter, realizing he was being
watched, rose from his seat and made a show of inspecting the bowed
woman who's wrapped face stared at the floor. Peter seized the little
riding crop and walked about Helene's form, tapping it on his leg and
trying to figure something clever to do for the crowd. Finally,
turning his wife's butt toward the other tables, he lifted her skirt
over her back exposing her bare ass with it's "antenna" wire
protruding. He made face...screwing up his nose as if smelling
something he didn't like. Then running his finger along his wife's
crack he sniffed it and "gasped" In mock horror, Peter began to whip
Helen's ass unmercifully with the crop!!! It was clear he had never
used one and was hurting her TERRIBLY!! with lash after lash. Finally
his daughter grabbed his arm and said something, and he stopped. He
held the crop high in a victory gesture and there was APPLAUSE!
Tiffany lowered Helene's skirt but the ordeal was far from over. Peter
now positioned the prisoner to bow in homage to her step-daughter and
again Helene faced the floor. Tiffany took her step- mother's scarved
face in her two hands and kissed her hard through the cloth then
pushed her backward. Helene nearly stumbled on her fetters. Tiffany
reached into the basket and withdrew the "#2" badge. Helene's breasts
were covered by the prison frock so Tiffany merely clipped the number
to her dress. THEN! reaching into the basket, took TWO Forster's
Classics in hand. She kicked her step-mother's leg as an order to
spread them. Helene tried. Tiffany again lifted Helen's face toward
her And with out breaking eye contact, she
snapped a clothespin onto the pussy. Helene jumped as if she had been
shocked!! and loudly her leg-irons rang as she stamped her foot and
cried into her gag!! But Tiffany was not through. Taking nearly a
minute, she felt about under Helene's dress, knowing what she wanted
to find. Finally her searching finger met Helene's clitoris and the
hand holding the Forster's went to meet it.
HELENE JUMPED STRAIGHT UP INTO THE AIR!!!!!!! She HOPPED!! Squirmed,
fell back on her butt!!< "EEEEII EEEENNNNGGG!!!!!!
"OoOoOOOOGGGFFFF!!!!!!> The room was full of her gagged screams. Her
eyes filled with terror, they raced between her husband and Tiffany's
PLEADING for MERCY!!! The couple smiled in satisfaction and Masters
voice said "Take your seat Mrs. Blackwood < hehehehe > If you can
sit!!!" Helene wanted to roll on the floor to kick or twist the awful
clamp LOOSE!!! but she slowly tried to walk, ankles hobbled in lead,
knees apart, to her seat. "Next, Mrs. Margaret
Lindsey will entertain us < hehehehe >"
THE PARTY CONTINUES IN CHAPTER XI ---
