Unknown - The big whip-off

The servant motioned off to one side as Leslie looked down to Kay once more. The redhead was shaking her head and mouthing an emphatic "NO!"

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid…" Leslie was turning back to where the oily little man had been, only to have her vision blocked by a pair of incredibly muscled male legs.

A thick lump of full crotch staring her in the face.

"Perhaps slave Evan would be acceptable as a trade," the servant offered.

The words were hardly registering to her as Leslie looked the legs, err, man over. It was as if someone had mixed the blonde haired, tanned beauty of a California surfer with a professional body builder. There were rippling muscles all over him, but the one that most caught her attention was at his crotch.

The only garment worn by this slave stud was a tiny black G-string. So small it was hardly up to the task of holding in all the man was hiding. The lump already looked like it would be a two-hander to control, and he was far from being at full erection.

And already the G-string seeming ready to burst apart at any second!

"Well I…" Leslie's voice trailed off as she was hypnotized by the cock before her. She was about ready to start salivating.

Kay wanted to bitch loudly, reminding Leslie about their agreement, but the sight of the stud's heavy male equipment had her tongue hanging out further then her partner's was.

"I think we've got a deal," Leslie confirmed between heavy breaths.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Kay finally complained as the tuxedoed servant pulled her to her feet.

"Don't pay any attention to her," Leslie said as the man tugged the screaming Kay towards a small stage set up in the middle of the room. "She always gets loud. That, and she tries to pretend she doesn't like what she's getting. But she loves it."

Leslie's eyes had never once strayed away from Evan's thick cock bulge.

"I'm terribly sorry," Davis suddenly said.

It was only because it clicked into her mind that it was Davis' voice that Leslie turned his way. "I hadn't thought of the fact you had arrived with a female slave. My man should have offered you your choice in replacements. If you'd prefer, you may use Ilisa until 'K' is returned to you."

Oh my God, Leslie thought. He thinks I'm gay!

She gave a quick look over to Davis' slave girl. The fantastic blonde was smiling sweetly and licking her lips in a fascinating way. One that make Leslie wonder about just how well trained the woman was. A shiver shot through her as Leslie felt her pussy getting wetter.

But there other things for her to concentrate on.

Like Evan's cock!

"No, this is fine. A little change of pace is good for a girl." Leslie was giving the slave's huge bulge a pat with her fingers. Trying to gauge how big the thing might finish getting.

"Fine," said a happy Davis. "I think you'll find Evan most pleasing. He's exceptionally trained. But then, all of my slaves are. Evan, why don't you show your Mistress how happy you are to be able to serve her?"

Before she could say a word, or pull her fingers from his crotch, the big man had dropped to the floor. Bunching up into a tight ball on the carpet so he could get his lips to her feet.

Kissing each of her toes in turn. Pressing in his tongue to get all around each of her tiny digits.

Slowly working his mouth in at every bit of her nyloned feet the spiked sandals would let him reach.

"Oh my!" was the best she could exclaim as the stud worked her over. This was a form of worship Leslie had never received before. And it didn't take long before she decided she could get used to being treated like this.

This domination stuff had a lot going for it!

When she was finally able to tear her eyes away from Evan for a moment or two, Leslie noticed things were heating up around the room. What had looked like a cocktail party earlier was beginning to look like a group grope.

A fondle feast!

Hands and mouths were openly exploring the exposed flesh of slaves, male and female. And in many cases, more flesh was being unveiled to make exploring even easier.

The roaming hands syndrome wasn't restricted to only dominants. As the green light was given, many slaves were more than willing, and eager, to display their many talents. Slaves were being traded off to other dominants, and in some cases, slaves were being paired off together. Performing for the enjoyment of their owners.

Preston Davis wasn't about to be left out of this kind of fun. Ilisa was mostly hidden from Leslie because of the table top, but judging from the girl's motions, she had the billionaire's cock out and in her hand.

The smile on his face told how much he liked whatever it was she was doing to him.

Almost as much as Leslie was enjoying what Evan was doing to her!

Having finished with bathing all her toes, and as much of the soles of her feet as his slithering tongue could get at, the well muscled slave was moving his worshipping mouth up along the gentle curve of each ankle.

His fingers were massaging the skin of her calves, to prepare her for where his lips would be working next. As Leslie leaned back in her chair to fully enjoy what her new slave was doing, she was looking straight ahead at the small stage built in the center of the room.

Looking on at what was happening to Kay!

The redhead didn't look to be happy about where she was, while at the same time being more than a little curious about what was about to happen. Leslie knew that Kay loved being the center of attention. It was probably the only reason why her partner wasn't kicking the crap out of the two people trying to handle her.

The little oily servant had given Kay over to a couple dressed, in a manor of speaking, in leather. One male, the other female. Both looking as if they could give Darth Vader a real fight. They both wore tight masks over their heads and faces, and they both had on boots. Other than a pair of briefs for him and a bikini for her, the only other thing they had on their bodies were long gloves and the nasty looking implements of torture hanging from the wide belts at their waists.

Kay was blabbering away about how a mistake had been made. That she wasn't what they thought, and how they should let her go. As she talked, both figures in leather nodded their heads as if they understood. They also continued with what they were doing.

The man took a good, firm hold on Kay's slave collar with one hand, pointing down to the stage floor with the other.

"Kiss our boots. Worship them and swear yourself to us, body and soul. Mine first, then hers," he demanded, giving Kay's head a good shake to make sure she knew he had been talking to her.

"Look, I'm really not into this. I don't even know the rules for this game, so why not let me go and find a playmate who…"

Kay was still rambling as the man began forcing her neck down towards his foot. Because of his greater strength and imposing bulk she had no choice but do as he directed.

It didn't mean she couldn't struggle and squirm around.

"Listen! I told you, I'm not into this!"

"I like a slave with spirit." The big man surprised her as he suddenly jerked her up by the neck. "It gives me something to beat out of them."

The tiny bit of chain joining Kay's wristlets had been there mostly for show. The small links didn't have the strength to last long as the big man yanked on them. The woman in leather was right there to lend two hands, helping to hold Kay in place and attach some real chains to her wrist straps.

A metal structure extended over the small stage. Spanning it with more than enough strength to hold one fighting woman. The leathered Master began winching the slack out of Kay's new wrist chains. Lifting her hands up towards the steel cross brace overhead.

"Ok, fine! Look, it's been fun, but why don't you let me down now? We've all had our laughs so… HEY! What are you doing?"