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Simon Says

Part 5

5

Elaine sat at the foot of the long dining table, completely naked and trying to hold back her tears. It was reminiscent of the time she had sat at the Bertrands' table with her breasts exposed, but worse, far worse. For this time she was utterly nude, and there was not just one other couple at the table; there were six.

"I am going to give a dinner party, Elaine," Simon had said to her. It was two weeks after their arrival at their new house. Since then he had again been sweet and loving to her, had lavished her with gifts and surrounded her with luxury and comfort. His love and devotion meant much more to her than any material gift, but everything he did for her made her happy. The only cloud in this bright world was her memory of how the servants had witnessed her shame that first night, the fact that they had all seen her naked, had heard her screams. Not that they ever gave any sign, or were anything but polite and deferential to her; she was sure Simon had seen to that. But that awareness never left her, and caused her to avoid them as much as possible. When she spoke to any of them she had to make a conscious effort to look them in the eyes, and not to blush; and the effort was not always successful.

"The purpose of this gathering will be to introduce you to some of my friends," Simon went on. "I plan to invite a half-dozen of my closest acquaintances, along with their wives. And you will be the guest of honor, so to speak."

There was something in his tone that sent a chill through her. But she ignored it. "But surely, Simon, if it's your party, I will be the hostess, not a guest," she said lightly.

"Of course," Simon said. "But in a sense you will be both, my dear. For as I say, you will be the reason for the occasion. The center of the festivities, as it were. I wish my friends to become acquainted with you as my wife, Elaine. To get to know you intimately. Closely. In every way."

She suddenly found it hard to breathe. "Simon," she whispered, after a pause. "You don't mean--"

"I mean just what I say, my darling," Simon said. "And I'm sure you will be happy to show my friends what a perfect wife you are, and to make me proud of you. Won't you, Elaine?"

Her throat was tight. For a long moment she could say nothing. Was it possible? Could he really-- And if so--

Simon continued to look at her. At last she forced herself to speak. "I--I'll try, Simon," she whispered.

"Good," Simon said.

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On the night of the party Simon again presented her with a brand-new evening gown. The dress was elegant and beautiful, but her delight in it was overshadowed when he instructed her to wear nothing beneath it. The gown and a pair of high-heeled shoes were to be her only garments, he decreed. Until then, she had been hoping against hope that perhaps this gathering wasn't to be what her fears imagined, that it would be a normal social evening, friendly and convivial; that Simon was now satisfied with her loyalty to him and would not subject her to any more tests, or whatever they were. But now that hope faded, and it was obliterated completely when, to her astonishment and near-horror, he brought out a pair of metal handcuffs and, pulling her arms behind her back, cuffed her wrists with them.

"Simon! What--why?" she cried, pulling reflexively against the hard steel. "You don't have to--"

"I realize they are not necessary, my dear," Simon said, smiling at her. "But they are aesthetically pleasing, and will add to the titillation of our guests. I'm afraid I am going to have to gag you also. Just to start with, you understand. Presentation is everything." With that he produced a roll of heavy tape and tore off a thick strip.

"Simon, for god's sake! This is--this is crazy! You can't--"

"Of course I can. Please close your mouth, Elaine."

"Simon...please..."

But in the end she closed her mouth. And let out a moan as he clamped the tape over it, pressing it tight. Then he stepped back to look at her.

"Yes," he said approvingly. "You look so beautiful that way, Elaine. I know our guests will be pleased. And I know you will keep them that way, by doing everything I ask of you this evening. Now please wait here. I want to bring you out after they have all arrived. I will come for you then."

Elaine sat down on the bed as he left the room. She felt as though she might faint. She felt the beginnings of tears in her eyes. With her hands fastened behind her she could not wipe them away, so she bent down and rubbed her face against a pillow to dry it. She must try not to cry, she thought. She must try to keep her composure and make Simon proud of her. Oh god! another voice inside her said. What am I doing? Is this the way a husband takes pride in his wife? By degrading her and...and exploiting her in front of friends and strangers? And what kind of friends must he have, who would be, as he put it, titillated by such a spectacle?

The voices warred within her head, but she could do nothing but sit there and wait. Even if her hands were free, she thought, she would be helpless to do anything but sit there and wait. Waiting for the husband she loved so hopelessly to turn her into a whore.

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After a few minutes she heard the guests begin to arrive downstairs, heard Simon's voice in greeting, and other voices, more and more of them as the time passed. The voices grew fainter, and then finally the bedroom door opened and Simon appeared.

"All right, Elaine," he said, smiling at her. "Our guests have all arrived and are waiting for you in the dining room. Come along."

She rose, a little awkwardly, and he held the door for her politely as she went out. Elaine was trembling. They went down the stairs together, and proceeded to the dining room, where again he opened the door for her and motioned her inside.

Her entrance was greeted by a collective intake of breath from the six couples seated around the dining room table. Elaine's vision was blurred and her head was swimming, but she could see that they were of various ages and appearances. But they all stared at her with what appeared to be a mixture of surprise and fascination as she walked into the room, this lovely dark-haired young woman in the elegant formal gown, whose hands were fastened behind her and whose mouth was covered with tape.

"Friends, ladies and gentlemen," Simon said, with pride in his voice. "I'd like to to meet my wife."

There were polite murmurs and a few words of greeting from some of the guests. Even had she not been gagged, Elaine would not have been able to reply to them. After her first glance around the table, she could not even bring herself to look at them. She cast her eyes on the floor and kept them there. She was still trembling.

"As you can see," Simon said, "the lady is still somewhat shy. I have had to work on that a bit, in order to reconcile her to the duties of a proper wife. However, she is coming along quite nicely, as I am sure she will demonstrate this evening. Because the lady is here tonight to entertain you all, and I am sure she will do her utmost to give you satisfaction."

A small moan welled up from Elaine's throat and pushed its way through her gag, but she choked it back. There were tears in her eyes again. There was nothing she could do about that. Again she felt as if she might faint, but though she swayed slightly, she remained as she was.

Simon smiled. "If any of you have any objections to this program, of course, you are free to leave." He glanced around the table. Nobody moved. He smiled again. "I didn't think so," he said. With that he took out a small key and unlocked Elaine's handcuffs, removing them from her wrists. "Our party begins now," he said. "Take off your gown, Elaine."

Again a frightened moan came from her gagged mouth, this one louder. She turned to look at Simon, who regarded her coldly, his face a mask of sternness. There was no trace now of the warm, loving, wonderful man she knew he could be. This was the man who could hurt and degrade her with no trace of remorse. And yet it seemed the two men were inextricably intertwined, that indeed the one grew out of the other.

"I gave you an order, Elaine," Simon said flatly. "I thought you had agreed to be obedient from now on. You wouldn't want me to punish you in front of our guests, would you?"

Her eyes went wide over the gag, and she shook her head reflexively. Oh god, he wouldn't! she thought. But she was not at all sure about that.

"Then do as I say," Simon said. "I want my friends to see the splendors of that body, so that they can appreciate my generosity. Take off the gown."

Now the tears overflowed and ran down her cheeks as she brought her slow, unwilling hands to the neckline of the dress. Her eyes were again on the floor, her face was pale, and her bosom rose and fell rapidly with her agitated breath. Her quivering fingers fumbled with the catch at the front of the gown, and when finally she got it open she still kept the garment pressed against her shaking body. There was utter silence in the room. The guests were barely breathing.

"Put your hands down. Now," Simon said. And, with a sob, she did, and the silence was now filled with gasps and murmurs from the seated guests as the gown slid down to her feet, revealing the completely naked body beneath.

Elaine could do nothing but stand there in helpless desperation as they gazed at her body. "Yes, she is lovely, is she not?" she heard Simon say. "Turn around, my dear, and let them see all of you." Numbly, she turned around, the tears still flowing, and then, at Simon's direction, turned back to face them again.

"You can see now," Simon continued, "what a lucky man I am to be the possessor of such beauty. And how selfish it would be of me not to share it with my friends. As you can also observe, my wife does not completely share my sentiments in this matter. Her unhappiness is evident, and of course most unfortunate. On the other hand, I think you will agree that this obvious reluctance makes her wifely obedience, her submission to her duty, still more gratifying, and perhaps more stimulating as well."

There were murmurs of agreement around the table, and Elaine felt a sudden shiver go through her body.

"Ideally such obedience should be brought about by love alone," Simon said. "But in this case, as I say, I have had to supplement that on one or two occasions with a bit of physical persuasion. Were that necessary now, I am sure you would find it most interesting." Again there was a murmur among the guests, and Elaine once more turned to her husband with wide, fear-filled eyes. "However, I don't expect that will actually be called for this evening. Will it, Elaine?"

Elaine's head jerked from side to side, and a sound like a whimper came from her sealed mouth.

Simon smiled. "There's no real need for the gag, of course," he explained. "The servants will not heed her if she screams. They have become used to hearing a good many sounds from her in the past weeks. They quite enjoy it, I believe. And so the gag is merely for effect. Perhaps I should remove it now. Elaine is going to need her mouth soon, in any case. Her luscious mouth." And with that he reached for her face and slowly peeled the gag away. Elaine gave only one tiny cry, and that was all. An almost tangible wave of new excitement swept the table as the guests gazed now on the fullness of her beauty as she stood there panting through her trembling mouth, naked and vulnerable. She felt their arousal like a palpable thing. It was as though the lust for her debasement was electric in the air.

"Yes, her mouth is lovely," Simon said. "And she uses it so well that I have determined that this evening will be devoted to that alone."

Elaine caught her breath as Simon held up a hand to forestall the reactions of his guests. "Please be assured that I will guarantee you all complete satisfaction before this evening is over. And there will be other times, other evenings, when you will no doubt have the opportunity to explore my wife's talents in other directions as well. But for now I wish her to demonstrate this particular talent as fully as possible. And I have determined that she will do so by employing it on every man and woman here tonight."

Now a gasp went around the table as the guests continued to stare with naked hunger at the standing woman, whose breasts shook with sobbing which she tried in vain to stifle, and whose tears fell now in fresh profusion. "I see that this suggestion meets with your approval," Simon said smugly. "I would have been so hurt if it had not." A bit of lsughter came from the guests. "However," he continued, "I believe we should save this sweet delight for dessert, don't you think? First we shall dine."

A disappointed groan now swept the table, and Simon again held up his hand. "But wait," he said. "Perhaps I can atone for this delay by giving you a preview, as it were, of things to come. I have spoken of the servants, and it occurs to me that one way to instill a sense of proper humility in a recalcitrant wife is to have her give herself not only to one's friends and colleagues, but also to certain individuals somewhat below her station. Thus I think it will be most stimulating for all of us to watch her perform with my butler. Please ring the bell, Elaine, to call Bates in here."

Elaine blanched. She could not believe what she was hearing. A plea caught in her throat, and rose to her trembling lips. But Simon merely shook his head. "Don't argue, Elaine," he said in a dangerous tone. "It will do no good, for anyone. Now our guests are waiting. Go ring the bell."

She didn't think she would be able to move. But she did. With halting steps she made her way to the wall where the buzzers that were used to summon the servants were placed. With their eyes on her, she pressed the proper button, and waited. A flush seared her flesh and clung to her cheeks, her throat, her bosom. Some reflex made her raise her hands to cover herself, but she let them fall again, as though knowing the futility of such a gesture now.

Then Bates came in, with his old, thin body, white hair and dignified face and bearing. He gave a slight, respectful bow to the assembled company. When he saw Elaine standing there naked, his sharp eyes widened slightly for a moment, but his manner otherwise was impeccable. He had, of course, seen her naked before, on that first day, but the fact did not lesson her sense of shame. His eyes moved quickly from her to his employer. "You rang, sir?" Bates said.

"Yes, Bates," Simon said. "I require you for a most interesting and instructive purpose. I wish you to assist in a display demonstrating the compliance of my wife. She is going to use her mouth to service you, until she has brought you to completion, at which time she will, of course, drink you dry. You have no objection to this duty, I assume?"

"None at all, sir," the butler said.

Elaine was sure she must faint. This could not be happening. But it was. And the worst thing of all was that she was allowing herself to be subjected to this horror. Part of it, of course, was fear--fear of Simon's punishment, of the thought that he might actually whip her in front of these strangers. But that wasn't all. In some ways this degradation was worse than even that threat. If she truly challenged him, if she fought, if she struggled...

But she couldn't. She would lose him. Forever.

"Good," Simon was saying. "Move into the middle of the room, Bates, where we can all see you properly. That's it. And you too, of course, my dear." Her legs felt rubbery as she slowly obeyed. "Yes, right there," Simon said. "That's right. Now get down on your knees."

Standing there, trembling, crying, full of shame and horror, she turned her helpless eyes on him and whispered one word. "Please..."

"Our guests are waiting, Elaine," Simon said again, and his tone was cold and merciless. She felt a lump in her throat, threatening to choke her, but she swallowed it down. Slowly then, she sank to her knees on the floor before the old servant.

Then, obeying Simon's commands, she fumbled at Bates's trousers with her trembling hands, opening them at last and pulling his veined and mottled phallus free. At that point she hesitated again, until Simon said, "Elaine." And she whimpered once and bent her head and took the thing into her mouth.
Gasps and murmurs came from the guests, and she could hear the creaking of chairs as each of them leaned forward in his place, watching eagerly. And there before their avid gaze Elaine, with her skin ablaze with the flush of shame, and crying softly all the while, began using her mouth and lips and tongue on the staff of the old man, who stood without a sound, looking straight ahead of him with his dignity intact. The guests were now silent also, watching the rhythmic movement of her slowly bobbing head. She did the best she could, for she knew that Simon would somehow know if she didn't, and her skill finally began to tell on the butler, whose impassive manner began to show evidence of strain. At last his body stiffened and he gave a sudden hiss, and then shuddered several times. As his climax took him he thrust forward with his hips, thrusting as deeply as he could into her mouth. Her throat worked once, twice, three times as she absorbed his sperm, and then he pulled away from her, depleted. Elaine swallowed one more time, and then knelt there with her head bowed, gasping.

There was a small rustling sigh from around the table.

"Excellent," Simon said. "I presume you enjoyed that, Bates?"

"Oh yes indeed, sir," the butler replied, as he replaced his now limp phallus and zipped himself up.

"Good," Simon said. "So did we all, I believe. Just one more thing, Bates. I appreciate the fact that you are the soul of discretion, and it does you honor. But in this particular case I would like you to make an exception to that rule, and to let the rest of the servants know what has happened here tonight." Elaine caught her breath, and her head came up suddenly, although she still could not look at anyone but Simon. Words of protest rose to her mouth, but she choked them back, biting at her lip. Her head fell again. "Yes," Simon went on. "I think the awareness of that knowledge will be conducive to a proper humility on my wife's part. Seeing it in their eyes as she speaks to them about household affairs and so on. Knowing they are thinking about what she has done with you...and also about the fact that one day she may be doing it for each of them. Because eventually she will."

Elaine gave a soft, despairing moan, but she wasn't sure anyone heard it. She herself could barely hear it through the roaring in her ears. She was shaking harder than ever.

"All right, Bates," Simon said then. "You may serve dinner now."

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And so it was that Elaine was now sitting at the foot of the table, flushed and naked and shaking with shame, with the tears she could not control still occasionally trickling from her eyes. At first she had not been able to eat at all, and in fact had used her hands in a foolishly absurd attempt to cover her bosom, until Simon had threatened to bring out the handcuffs again and to have her eat her dinner like an animal. Now she ate slowly, forcing the food down and looking only at her plate.

The meal proceeded. Simon poured out the wine and led the conversation, pressing more food on his guests, who hardly touched their meal, their attention all intent on the shame-wracked woman who sat before them, and on the treat they had been promised after dinner. They ate with as much decorum as they could, impatient to be through. The plates were cleared away at last, and Simon rose, smiling.

"I trust that you have all enjoyed your dinner," he said, with only a small trace of irony. "And now I'm sure you are eager to receive the special dessert I have promised you. Of course, Elaine has not been trained on women. But I believe she will find the knack quite easily. She is a quick study, I am happy to say. And now, my friends, at last we are ready. Elaine, my dear, you will get down and crawl underneath the table, and you will use your fine sweet mouth on all these good people, until each of them has been completely satisfied. You will start at your left and move clockwise around the table, pleasuring everyone in turn--except for me, of course. I will take my turn later. Do you understand, my dear?" She couldn't speak, but he took her silence for assent. "And Elaine," he went on, "if I should discern any slackening of effort, or any failure to fulfill your instructions, I will be most unhappy. But I am sure you will do your best to give pleasure. Won't you, darling?"

She still couldn't speak; she couldn't even look at him now; but she drew in a shaking breath and nodded slowly.

"Fine," Simon said. "You may now begin."

For a moment she simply couldn't move, and the air of suspense around the table was almost crushing. And then, with a partially stifled sob, she pushed her chair back and slid to the floor. On her hands and knees, she crawled beneath the tablecloth, which was long enough to hide her from sight. She wanted to die. But she didn't.

As instructed, she started with the man who had been sitting to her left. She crawled between his knees, unzipped his trousers with her badly trembling hands, and took out his cock, which was already stiff. Every move she made took a conscious effort of will; her mind had to force her reluctant body to act, and when she did so it was as if she were moving in a dream. It was fantastic, and yet at the same time it was horribly real.

She heard the man take in his breath sharply as she took him into her mouth. She could imagine the other guests watching him, enraptured by his expression, knowing what she was doing and anticipating their own pleasure. She tried to shut her mind down, and to concentrate on doing a good job, as Simon had told her to. She used all her skill on the man, and it wasn't long before he spilled his come into her mouth, gasping more loudly than before. She swallowed it down mechanically and moved on.

Simon was right; she had never done anything with a woman before. She would not have thought she could. But here she was. Fortunately this woman, like the others, was wearing a dress, which she obligingly pulled up around her waist as Elaine moved to her. She also lifted her behind slightly from the chair to allow Elaine to pull down her panties. Then she parted her knees and put her hands in Elaine's hair, guiding her. She made only a small whimpering sound as Elaine's mouth made contact with her crotch. Elaine closed her eyes and did her best. The woman took longer than the man had, but finally she gave a short series of spasms and moaned softly as she climaxed.

Elaine had to catch her breath, but she knew she must not take too long about it. Steeling herself once again, she moved on to the next man.

As she continued slowly around the table, she heard Simon doing his best to conduct the conversation in a normal manner, as though unaware that each of his guests in turn was squirming in his or her chair and showing signs of extreme ecstasy. In his gracious and charming manner he spoke about politics, the latest books, the weather, making a joke now and then and eventually getting the others to participate as well, until anyone listening would have supposed this to be a conventional social evening, except for the occasional moan, gasp or squeal which punctuated the proceedings.

Just how much time had passed when the twelfth and final guest had been attended to, Elaine did not know. Swallowing the last of the secretions she had engendered, she crawled from beneath the table, panting and exhausted. She felt too weak to stand, so she remained on hands and knees, waiting for whatever would happen now.

"Very good, my dear," she heard Simon say cheerfully. "You seem to have done a most satisfacory job, judging from appearances. Of course, if anyone has any complaints, or is in any way dissatisfied..." He looked around the table, but saw only happy, contented faces. A few of the guests voiced their approval. He nodded. "Good. I so much like to please. In fact, my friends, I intend to have these little parties every month or so, and I am sure my wife will provide us with a variety of fine entertainment in the future."

Elaine felt numb. She still wasn't sure she could stand, but she started to make the attempt. "No, stay as you are, Elaine," Simon said sharply. And so she stayed there, on hands and knees, her head bowed, as the guests drank the last of their wine. The conversation soon became desultory and then died out, and finally there was a general consensus that it was time to leave.

Elaine, on Simon's instructions, crawled by his side as he moved to the front door to say goodbye to his friends. And crouching there, she kissed the feet--or rather the shoes--of each guest in turn as Simon shook hands with the men and bussed the women. One kiss on each foot, and she knew without Simon telling her that the kisses should be more than perfunctory. She did her duty, naked and numb, no longer crying, but with the shame inside her a dark hideous stain that would never go away.

The guests all thanked Simon for his hospitality and said they were looking forward to the next time. And they left, most of them looking back to catch a final glimpse of their host standing proudly at the door with his lovely, naked bride still kneeling at his feet.

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As soon as he had closed the door Simon turned to her, and without warning his hands were in her hair, pulling her head back roughly so that she looked up at him with a cry of pain. "You did well, Elaine," he said, rather huskily. "You pleased my guests, and thus pleased me as well." His hands kept their tight hold on her hair, and she had to gasp with the pain in her scalp. "But you must learn to suppress your reluctance, my dear. Your tears, your hesitations, your obvious distaste for what you were doing--yes, these things no doubt added to the excitement for some, but they are superfluous, and not necessarily the most desirable attributes of a dutiful and obedient wife. Do you understand me, Elaine?" He pulled harder at her hair, and she cried out, "Yes!"

"Good. Now open my pants, Elaine, and do for me what you did for them. Hurry." The large bulge in his trousers testified to the urgency of his desire. The grip of his hands did not slacken, but through the pain she managed to unzip him and free his cock. He pulled her face onto him by her hair, and she nearly choked as the large phallus filled her tired and gasping mouth. The speed and rhythm of her sucking was determined by him as he pulled her head back and forth, but she did her best to give him pleasure with her lips and tongue, and very quickly he coursed into her throat.

To her surprise he was hard again almost instantly. Releasing her hair, he now reached down and scooped her up in his arms, then carried her bodily up the stairs to their bedroom. Then he was on top of her on the bed, driving her wild with his ravening lust. Between climaxes it again flashed into her mind that having him love her this way, need her this way, was worth anything he might demand of her. And again that very thought nearly made her sick. But she had little time for reflection.

"So beautiful, Elaine," Simon was panting, driving into her furiously, his hands sliding all over her body, touching, grasping, stroking, as if he could never get enough of her. "My beautiful wife. How they loved looking at your naked body! How exciting it was to see you with Bates, kneeling before him, pleasing him with your mouth." He was moving harder. "And then going under the table...my naked wife... sucking them all...one by one...all my friends...making them come in your mouth...so obedient...so docile...my sweet...darling...wife..."

And Simon came again. And still he wasn't finished. Elaine clung to him in rapture as again and again throughout the night he ravished her with his passion. The shameful humiliations of the evening were, if not forgotten, at least partially obscured by her overwhelming joy. Whatever trials he put her through, there could be no doubt now that he loved her, loved her fiercely. And she belonged to him as she could never belong to anyone else. And when he said, holding her tenderly between bouts of lovemaking, "You are a wonderful woman, my darling. The perfect wife. But there will be no tears any more, Elaine. No doubts, no hesitations. Only obedience. Isn't that so?" what else could she say but, "Yes, Simon."

What else could she say?


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