Re: Maid For a Party (Sequel to Maid For a Night) (Part 4 posted 12/14)
Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2026 4:05 am
Thanks for all the interest, but I got to be honest, I have no idea where to take this. Anybody have ideas?
My stomach churned at Caroline’s words. My whole body was wound tight and nothing seemed to be working. My head pounded, I felt like I could throw up at any moment, and every inch of exposed skin crawled with sparks.
Not done with you, yet.
When would this end? Would this ever end? What could I possibly do, what would it take to be free of Caroline’s stranglehold over me that only grew with every moment, every picture, every video she took of me.
She tugged on my leash, hard. I nearly fell on my knees before stumbling forward, my tits swinging freely. The cat ears on my head shuffled, threatening to fall off. Despite my situation, I wanted to reach up and fix them, if only not to give Caroline a reason to punish me, but Caroline’s relentless pulling made it impossible for me to even think. I could only react to her physical commands.
She brought me to the center of the party, and the murmurs of the crowd grew, everyone taking in all the angles of me, from my bare rear to my tits with my fully erect nipples to my gaping pussy. I was a mess, and I was fully on display. Phones were in everyone’s hands facing me, hiding grins and smirks.
She stepped towards me, pressing up against my back. I gasped, resisting the urge to pull my arms in. The feeling of her clothes pressed up against my bare skin was a reminder of my nakedness and just how exposed I was.
Her fingers squeezed my ass. I squeaked, nearly jumping from the sensation. Another hand crawled up my side, squeezing my tits and rolling a nipple with her fingers. Shuddering breaths escaped my lips as the heat radiated from my skin to my crotch. My eyes fluttered, and I felt my body betray me as it leaned into Caroline’s touch. Someone muttered something, and a few people shifted to get a better view.
“You’re mine,” Caroline whispered, an intimate gasp of breath meant only for me. “I own you.”
I groaned, unable to breathe or think with her hands still exploring me. “Please…”
“Say it,” she hissed. Her fingers ran down my jaw, tracing my collarbone.
“I’m…I’m yours.”
“I own you.”
“You…you own me.” Heat rushed to my face. This couldn’t be happening.
She stepped back, and I stopped myself from whispering and reaching for her, the sudden loss of warmth jarring. My hands nearly pulled in before she pushed them down almost tenderly.
Stepping beside me, she raised her hand, as if addressing the crowd. “Our pet here has been so good. So obedient, wouldn’t you say?”
The crowd murmured in agreement, but they seemed to almost be in as much of a trance as I was.
Her finger reached between my legs and traced the folds of my pussy. “As a reward for our slutty little pet, we’ll give her two options.”
I swallowed, my body growing even tighter, responding even more furiously to Caroline’s violation of my swollen pussy. Why was I turned on so much by this? What the hell was wrong with me?
“Option 1,” Caroline said. “I turn my ownership of you to the crowd. All fours, completely open to the crowd. Blindfold. You don’t know who is touching you, but they will explore every inch of you.”
I swallowed. My body had been forfeit long ago—my modesty completely destroyed—but to give it up to hundreds…the tightness in my stomach threatened to make me sick at the thought.
“And…option 2?”
She grinned. “Option 2…” she said, as if she hadn’t really considered a second option. “We take you upstairs. You pick a few people, and they do whatever they want to you for the rest of the night. Away from prying eyes, but complete control. No boundaries.
I swallowed, my throat dry and my cheeks permanently flushed.
“What will it be?” Caroline said. “Public…or private?”