Collected by Djian
Enslaved
By Dizzy Blonde
A strong breeze cooled the warm September air as it swept my long blonde hair across my face. I pulled my hair back behind my head with a toss of my hand. Not having planned to be outside very long nor to be seen by anyone other than my family, I had forgone the usual applications of make-up and let my hair fall naturally around my head. My choice of clothing completed the look of an unkempt housewife as I had walked out to the family sports utility vehicle in a pair of gray sweat-shorts and a loose-fitting green T-shirt of my husbands. The wind billowed up my shorts and shirt, giving a cool breeze up against my body.
I handed my husband, John, the last of the suitcases and he carefully packed it into the back of our Everest Green colored truck. We stepped back and closed the door. John looked as charming as ever in his blue jeans, hiking boots and red-and-black checkered shirt. I mentally noted the change in appearance from the suit and tie he wore during the week. I smoothed back his dark brown hair with my right hand and leaned into him, hugging him and looking up to kiss his lips. His lips, so thin but so strong, a kiss that lasted seconds but I would remember forever.
I slowly stepped back as he released me. I remember wanting to go with him. "I love you," I had said. He returned the sentiment. I wished him a good trip and walked to the other side of the Silver Ford Expedition to kiss Katie, Jackie, and John Junior goodbye. Katie, the oldest of our children was sixteen now. She wore her light brown hair wild and long down her back, over her bright red coat. I realized as I hugged and kissed her goodbye how cold I was. I moved quickly then to the back of the truck and kissed Jackie, our 11 year old daughter and John Junior, our 9 year old son goodbye.
Despite the cold wind nipping at my arms and face, I crossed my arms and stood there, waiting as John put our 'family car' in reverse. I waived goodbye to my husband and children. Little did I know how much my life would never be the same. I relive this memory daily, I can almost hear my husband begging me to come along on the camping trip that weekend.
"Jill, please come with us. The children and I really want you to come. Just skip that party and come along. We will have a great time."
Or perhaps, "Honey, I packed your suitcase in the back, get in."
Or even, "Damn it Jill, get your ass in the truck"
But none of these things were said. A warm hug, a loving kiss, a sincere sentiment and they left without me, as I had asked them to do.
It was about two weeks ago that my friend, Jen had made the offer. She asked me what I was doing on the 13th. I told her of our plans to go camping and she asked if I would consider staying behind and helping her with a party she was throwing at her house. Jen lives about two blocks from us and she and her husband Will have been friends of our family almost since the day we moved into this single family secluded house in the suburbs. Jen is about my age, that being thirty-five. They have two young children of their own, Tristan, their thirteen year old boy and Melissa, their fifteen year old daughter.
I think back now at those first three years of knowing our neighbors. We had pool parties and barbecues together. We were at each others home for every child's birthday. We even went on a joint family camping trip for a long weekend the past summer. I talked to Jen at least once a week on the phone, not including the daily calls back and forth to find our teenage daughters. Melissa and Katie were inseparable friends. Jen and I even drove to school together for PTA meetings and once to bail our little angels out of the principals office when they got caught smoking last year.
I shook the thought from my head as I walked in out of the cold. Alone. I had the entire house all to myself, what a rare occurrence on the weekend. I decided to take a nice hot bath and relax. I went upstairs to the master bath off my bedroom and started to run the steaming water into the oversized jacuzzi tub. It would be awhile before the tub filled, so I decided to go downstairs and pick up the house, better to do it now than worry with it tomorrow.
"Damnit John!", I exclaimed out loud, but to myself since I was the only one present. He had forgotten his cellular phone after I had specifically reminded him to take it with him. He would have had a fit if it had been me going off without the phone. Well, I would certainly remind him of his error when he got home tomorrow. I tidied up the house, complaining out loud a bit as I did. Cursing under my breath about the kids being old enough to put their clothes in the hamper and my husband definitely being old enough. I reassured myself several times that I was NOT their maid. However, I continued for about fifteen minutes to pick up about the house and gather all the dirty clothes into one pile that I separated into whites, colors, darks, and so on. I had almost forgotten about my bath and ran up to check on the water level. It was about mid way up the tub, more than enough to bathe in, but I wanted to submerge myself. I checked the temperature of the steaming water and adjusted the hot down and the cold water up to meet my own comfort level.
I then left the tub, went back downstairs and dragged the darks and grays to the washer. After throwing the clothes in from the hamper, I completed the load by removing my navy blue sweat pants and gray T-shirt and adding them to the laundry tub. 'What the hell,' I thought. I reached back and unhooked my bra and threw it into the appropriate pile on the floor and did the same with my bikini cut panties.
I climbed the stairs naked and comfortable, looking forward to a nice relaxing bath. I walked across the living room, enjoying my nakedness and humming some unmemorable tune as I approached the landing to the stairs, when the doorbell rang. 'Shit!', I exclaimed, must be a salesman. I noticed then that the curtains at the front window were drawn wide open and there was at least a ninety percent chance that whoever was at my front door had seen me prancing around the house naked.
My heart pounded as the doorbell rang again. I walked over, still naked since I had just put every handy piece of clothing in the basement, and looked out the peep hole. It was Jen, I was relieved. "Hold on just a second Jen." I yelled through the door.
"I already saw you Jill," she replied, loud and laughing a bit. "Let me in, it's freezing out here."
I blushed. I felt rather imposed upon, uncomfortable with the idea of opening the door to her while I stood bare assed naked in the living room. However, I saw no sense in leaving her out in the bitter cold, which I remembered vividly from my family's departure just an hour ago. So, I unlatched the deadbolt and twisted the doorknob and opened the door. I stood behind the door with my head around the corner, but the air quickly attacked my naked body and I knew I had to shut the door quick.
"Hurry," I beckoned her, "get in here before I freeze my ass off."
She stepped inside, giggling as she did. "Looks like I caught you with your pants down, ... sort of speak."
I laughed with her as I covered my breasts with my left arm and my pubis with my right hand, and blushed as red as an apple I'm sure. Jen was wearing a long, below the knee skirt and, from what I could tell, nice, warm thigh high socks. She was still bundled up in her calf-length, black, wool coat and only the turtle neck of her red sweater peaked out between the collar and her wind-reddened face. She was carrying a large shopping bag in her leather gloved left hand.
"Excuse me a moment," I turned to walk upstairs, "I'll be right back". I half tripped up the stairs as I hurried up to grab something to wear. I heard her laughing as I jogged, and felt my face hot with embarrassment. I walked into my bedroom and to the bathroom and turned off the water, which was now almost too high on the tub. I had swung the door shut as I went in and grabbed my green silk robe off the hanger on the door. It wouldn't win any prizes for modesty, but at least I wasn't naked. I tied the silk belt around my waist, looked in the mirror and gave up the fight against the steam to check my appearance. I swung the door back open, intent upon walking back downstairs to meet Jen when I saw her standing there in my bedroom.
I jumped, a bit startled and not expecting her to be there. I couldn't believe it. She was going through my dresser drawers and had pulled out a pair of underwear. I nearly screamed and got a little mad. She held them up and laughed. Of all the things to find, she had pulled out the red half-bra, cut below the nipples and the matching red crotchless panties that John had bought me on our anniversary about five years ago. I have worn it exactly twice in all the years I've hidden it there in my underwear drawer. I blushed again, this was getting habitual. "Damnit Jen," I yelled at her, stomping over and taking the items from her and throwing them back in the bottom of the drawer. "What the hell are you doing?"
I like Jen. She was a good friend, as neighbors go. We didn't have the history of high school or college or the like. But we socialized reasonably well together. We didn't necessarily spend all our time in the same crowds, I suppose it could in part be due to the blue collar heritage of John and I as opposed to the white collar background of Jen's husband. But this was weird. It was unlike any previous behavior on either of our parts for her to act so comfortable walking around in my house, not to mention rummaging through my clothes. I looked into her eyes, showing my anger. She just smiled, seeming to hold back her laughter.
In a few seconds, I calmed my frustration and pulled my robe tighter around me. There was an uncomfortable silence, as if we were both trying to find a comfortable transition back to our normal role as neighborly friends and mothers. Finally, Jen broke the silence.
"I um...," she through in a quick laugh, "brought over your uniform for the party tonight." She pulled out a short red and green skirt and a white blouse and a pair of nude colored stockings and laid them all out neatly on the bed. "This is what I am having the other servers wear, sort of a holiday theme." She smiled. "I assume you have black heels and some more... appropriate undergarments." She laughed.
I was not laughing. The skirt looked to be a bit on the short side compared to anything I normally wear. "Jen," I began to complain, "isn't this skirt a little ... small?"
She laughed. "Jesus Jill. Come out of the dark ages girl. Short is in again." She made me feel silly, so I laughed. "Here," she handed me the outfit. "Why don't you go into the bathroom and try this on and if I guessed your sizes wrong I can get the right fit before the party tonight."
I saw no way out and reluctantly took the outfit into the bathroom to try it on. I could feel my bath water getting colder in my mind and wished she would just leave me to my planned solace. Nevertheless, I hung my robe back on it's hanger and suddenly remembered I had forgotten to get any underclothing. In a rush to finish and get her out of my house and me into my bath, I put the blouse and skirt on, leaving the pantyhose in the package, the size was right. I couldn't see myself in the steam coated mirror, but I knew I must have been a sight. My nipples definitely shown through the thin white material of the blouse and the skirt, as I had feared, came well above the knee so I knew there would be no dropping anything on the floor tonight.
I gathered a bit of courage and turned the door knob and found Jen standing at my closet door, having heard her close it as I opened the bathroom door. She walked straight over to me, ignoring my glare at her obvious snooping in my closet. "Jill!," she exclaimed, "it's absolutely gorgeous! You may want to come just like that!"
It took a second to dawn on me that she was referring to my lack of brassiere and I joined her in a good laugh. "Don't you think this skirt is a little too short Jen?" I tried to get her approval for a longer skirt.
"No Jill, that is absolutely perfect. Just bend at the knees and keep them together, you look lovely."
I muttered a thank you and escorted Jen downstairs. I was a little uncomfortable with her poking around my bedroom. She picked up her coat and the bag off the bed and we went downstairs. She reminded me to be at her house by 6:00 so she could show me the setup and we said goodbye as I let her out the door. I put the dead bolt back into place. Walked up the stairs into my bedroom and stripped off the uniform, laying it neatly on the bed. I walked into my now hot, but not quite as hot as I had wanted it to be, bath.
The water soothed away my concerns over the embarrassing incident very quickly. I lathered up and then turned on the bubbles and relaxed. My body and mind floated away, like the sponge floating on the bubbling waters.
I heard a noise in the house and woke a bit startled from my bath. I listened carefully. I heard it again. It sounded like someone was going through my dresser drawers. I gasped but stayed quiet. I panicked. Someone was in my bedroom! I slowly got up, noticing that the bathroom door was not closed. I stepped out of the bath and cried out to the stranger in my bedroom. "Who is there?"
No answer.
In fact, it seemed the person stopped going through my drawers and was trying to be silent. I stepped towards the door, water splashing all over the floor. I heard something on the other side of the door and I swung it open to surprise the culprit, forgetting that I was completely naked and vulnerable.
"SURPRISE!!" My bedroom was full of people, all fully dressed, all now pointing at me and laughing. "I guess this WAS a surprise." They laughed and laughed at me and I was horrified. They were all my friends and here they were pointing and laughing and I was completely NAKED! How did this happen? How the hell did they all get in here? And how would I ever face these people again?
I tried to cover up but my arms wouldn't move. I was frozen in place. I tried to run but my feet were glued to the floor. I stood there, crying in embarrassment. Then they came towards me and dangled my red bra and panties in front of me laughing and laughing. One of the men yelled something about my nipples not being hard and he through a glass of cold water at me.
I screamed. I woke up, nearly screaming in reality until I realized it was all a dream. The water was getting towards luke warm so I must have been sleeping a little while. I got up and grabbed a towel for my hair and a second for my body and after dabbing my skin dry with the soft terry cloth towel I wrapped it around me and opened the door to find noone there. I smiled and giggled at myself. "Now I haven't had that dream since... high school?, no college", I thought to myself, reflecting on the recurring nightmare of showing up to school naked.
I looked at the clock. It read 2:15. I had about three and a half hours before the party. Plenty of time to get ready, I thought to myself. I wrapped the towel tightly above my breasts and tucked it so it would hold and wrapped my long blonde hair in the other towel. I looked in the mirror, smiling at myself. Then broke out of some random thought about the last time John forced me to wear that ridiculous red underwear and exited my bedroom door. My feet told me to be careful as I nearly slipped on the hard wood floor in the hallway.
I descended the wooden stairs without incident and then down to the basement where I switched the laundry to the dryer and through the whites in to the washer. I walked back upstairs and decided I should probably eat something. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out some bread and made a quick peanut butter sandwich. Smooth and creamy peanut butter of course. I didn't particularly care for the chunky kind that I bought for my husband and son. Maybe it is a guy thing. Well, whatever the case, I sat down at the breakfast bar and ate my sandwich and drank a glass of water while looking out into the back yard. A couple of squirrels were scurrying about in the big oak tree.
I watched them and thought about my family. I loved camping. I really wished right now that I had gone. Something about the woods always seems to get John in the mood and thinking about it right now was getting me in the mood. I day dreamed for a little while about making love to John in the woods. I slowly chewed my sandwich until it was completely gone. Of course that doesn't include the crust. I just don't like the crust. I always call it bird food. So, I got up and through the crust out in the back yard for the birds or squirrels, whoever got it first.
I went back in and finished my water and set my aim at going up to do something with my nearly dry hair. "Dammit Jill!", I yelled at myself. "Now you'll have to wet your hair again." So resolved, I decided to just relax for a little while and watch something on television. I sat down, sprawling out on the couch and used the remote control to turn on the t.v. Flick. Flick. Flick. I couldn't find anything worth watching and ended up vegging out to a re-run of 'I Love Lucy'.
After two episodes of an apparent Lucy marathon, I checked the clock. YIKES! It was 4:00! Only an hour and a half to wet my hair, do something with it and get dressed. It was plenty of time, but I didn't want to be late. I went downstairs and switched out the laundry, carrying the darks and grays up with me to the bedroom. I left them on the floor, promising to get to them later. I went into the bathroom and realized I had forgotten to drain the bath tub. The water was cold, quickly discernable as I plunged my hand in to open the drain. I would never have enough time to drain the tub and then shower, so I gathered some courage, took off the towels and leaned back, using my hands to completely saturate my hair with the cole water from the tub. I jumped up and quickly rung out what I could in the towel and used the second towel to dry the droplets of water from my body. I grabbed my hair dryer and went to work.
At first I was thinking to wear my hair down, but then I remembered I was to be serving food for Jen's party tonight. They probably would not appreciate loose hairs in their entrees. That decided, I dried my hair straight back with my bangs pronouncing themselves over my forehead. I pulled my hair back with a green scrunchy. Not an exact match in color to the green on the skirt, but it would have to do. I used my brush and comb and hair dryer and curler and a good helping of hair spray until I finally sculpted my hair into the desired look.
Next I applied make-up to compliment the outfit I would be wearing. A light green eye shadow. A light blush across my cheeks. Eye liner, mascara, and so on, I painted my face, pulled eyebrows, applied lipstick and doused a bit of my White Diamonds perfume, another gift from John. I opted to wear my diamond necklace that John had bought me for our tenth anniversary. It wouldn't actually be seen, but I just felt special wearing it. I glanced at the clock. It read 5:18. A small panic shot through me as I rushed a little now. I went to my underwear drawer and pulled out the first bra and panties I could get my hands on.
The bra was an average white under-wire brassiere. The panties happened to have a sexy bikini cut. It wasn't an intent to put them on, no one would ever see them, but they were the first pair I saw, so I pulled them up my legs and used my fingers under the waist and leg bands to pull them into place. Next, I opened the pantyhose. I rolled them up and slid them up my feet and legs. The material stretched across my skin and I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling, but not for long. As I pulled the low waist band up above my panties, I realized Jen's little joke. They were crotchless panty hose. I couldn't believe it.
I rushed over to my hosiery drawer and then noticed the clock. "God damn me for not moving faster!" I chastised myself. It was 5:39. I had twenty minutes to get dressed and walk over to Jen's house, a ten minute walk. I thought to myself, 'Well, nobody is going to see them anyway.' I pulled the short skirt up and zipped the side up over my hip. I put on the blouse and buttoned it, watching myself in the mirror the whole time. I adjusted the outfit to fit properly and frowned at the image sent back to me by the mirror. I looked absolutely ... slutty? Perhaps slutty is the appropriate term.
No time. I grabbed a pair of comfortable black heels and walked down the stairs. I grabbed my long coat to fight off the winter, as well as the looks of anyone passing by, and grabbed my keys and my black leather purse and headed out the door. "Shit!", I had forgotten to turn on the alarm. I rationalized the low chances that anyone would pick tonight to rob my house in the suburbs with the alarm company warning sticker on the window. I turned the lock on the dead bolt and down the block to Jen's house I went.
I was happy for my warm, long coat as I walked the two blocks in the windy chill December air. I wondered how John and the kids were doing in this cold weather out in the woods. I pictured the nice warm fire centered in the campsite. I smiled as I almost smelled the campfire burning, then I noticed it was coming from Jen's chimney. A fire was burning some sweet smelling wood and I was there, at the front door.
I rang the doorbell and waited for Jen to answer the door. About two minutes later, Will answered the door. He smiled at me. I smiled back. "Come in. Damn it is cold out!", he offered. Of course, he didn't have to tell me that.
"Tristan, Melissa, hurry up!" He yelled to their children. Then he turned back to me as he closed the door behind me. He offered to take my coat, and I gratefully accepted his offer.
As Will helped me pull the coat off my arms and then walked towards the closet while putting it on a hanger, Jen came bouncing downstairs smiling at me. I think she was smirking about the crotchless pantyhose, but I couldn't be sure.
"You look great Jill, as expected." Jen began. At this time, two similarly clad women entered the living room. I recognized one as Susan from the Country Club that a number of our families belonged to. Same outfit, but with short blonde hair. I couldn't help but to give them both the once over glance that women give to reassure themselves that they are not outclassed by anyone else. I knew I could compare well to Susan, she has larger features than me, but I have always felt that my long legs made up for those differences.
"You already know Susan," Jen chimed in, "I would like you to meet Sabrina. They will be assisting you with the service and entertainment." I didn't recall any requirements to be entertaining in the question, 'will you help me?', but not having been requested to prepare or rehearse anything, I shrugged off the statement and did my mental checklist of comparisons against Sabrina. She had some kind of Asian descent in her, but was definitely American. I had to quickly face the fact that she basically blew me away. Her face was simply beautiful with long, silky black hair. Her lips were full and looked delicious even to me. Her green eyes were the kind that pierce your very soul. She was two to three inches taller than me, larger, firmer breasts, tighter hips and ass, perfect legs, flat stomach, all around the kind of woman that would leave me completely unnoticed. I think I sighed as I extended my hand and a smile to her.
She smiled back at me and took my hand into a gentle handshake. I noticed her scanning my body, smiling a little brighter as I assume she reached her verdict that she was the most beautiful woman in the room. But I continued to get these vibes that I was being assessed by her, even after we turned to Jen for our instructions.
Basically, we were to start by serving drinks and appetizers, she provided trays and had employed a bartender and a cook to see to the preparations of drinks and food. As the evening went on, we would bring the meals to the guests in the dining room, which had twelve chairs from a quick glance. It seemed rather servile, but I had been a waitress before in college so I wasn't completely repulsed by the act of serving food and drinks.
Jen introduced me to the bartender, a very handsome man named Jack. He had a sort of Mel Gibson look to him though I tried to recall Mel Gibson in a tuxedo and could not. He smiled at me and shook my hands, smiling wider as I noticed him appraising my body. I could not help but to smile back, my ego nearly overwhelming me. Next I met Francoise, the chef. He, to be blatant, was not attractive. He was severely overweight, had an annoying french accent and looked unkempt and unsanitary. I assumed he would be kept in the kitchen. I further assumed that his weight problem was a direct correlation to the quality of his cooking.
"A few more quick things," Jen broke our thoughts with some final instructions. "These guests are very important friends and business acquaintances of mine and my husbands. I know you are my friends too, but please just act servile this one evening. Give them whatever they want and just... play the part please. Also, please go light on the alcohol, I don't any spillages on the carpet. And hopefully you all ate before you came, there isn't enough food for the three of you. Any questions of me?"
She paused, but I couldn't think of any questions. I did feel a rumble in my stomach reminding me that this was a dinner party and I hadn't known I was supposed to eat earlier. It seemed perfectly timed as the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the first guests. Sabrina pulled Susan and I aside and said she would greet the first group and perhaps she could greet everyone at the door, get their orders and then Susan could walk a tray of hors duerves around while I went back and forth to Jack to bring out drinks. Sabrina would of course help us if we fell behind. I didn't like the idea, it set her out to be in charge, but I hadn't taken the lead and really didn't want it, so I let it go and agreed.
Sabrina barely gave us time for an agreeing nod to her suggestion when she turned to walk to the door. Susan shrugged at me and went to the kitchen to see about a tray of appetizers. I waited to see what drinks I would need to order. Sabrina opened the door to present Steven and Janet from our Country Club. It felt really weird suddenly to have to serve people I knew and socialized with. Jen must have sensed by insecurity as she approached me from behind and said, "Please Jill, I told everyone you knew to act as if they didn't know you. It's only for one night and besides, you promised." She smiled and my look of unrest changed into a cooperative smile.
"Okay," I whispered back to Jen, "but after tonight I think you are going to owe me."
She smiled brightly at me and whispered back, "We'll see."
I couldn't begin to grasp the meaning, but shrugged it off as Sabrina approached me, leaned into me and pulling me closer by setting her hand on my waist said, "This couple is Steven and Janet. Steven wants a dry martini and Janet wants a screwdriver."
I was a little uncomfortable with her invasion of my personal space and her gentle touch on my waist, but I was somehow comforted by a sense I got from her. Sabrina brought about her an air of importance, she was someone who seemed to naturally take charge in spite of her age, which I guessed to be around 25. Leaning in a little closer, her warm breath tickled my ear as she whispered, "don't worry, I will make it as easy as possible."
I had no idea what she meant, I mean, how hard could it be to run drinks back and forth for twelve people. Yes, I suppose with twelve people it could get hectic and I was suddenly happy that she would be handling the small talk and ordering and I could reduce myself to a non-speaking role. I walked back to the makeshift bar in the kitchen and told Jack what I needed. He smiled, looking at my body again as he mixed the drinks. I couldn't help but to smile back, blushing a little at his gaze.
The next two hours were odd. Sabrina seemed to know everyone at the party, which I considered strange since I knew probably half the people from the Country Club that Will and Jen had gotten John and I into. In fact, I think I had probably seen, but not met everyone here at the Club at one time or another. Still, I had never seen Sabrina before. Many of the guests loosened up as I brought tray after tray of drinks to them and began some uncomfortable touching to my arm or hip as they thanked me for their drinks.
Further, it seemed they knew Sabrina a bit too well, openly touching her, I actually caught some of the men openly squeeze her leg or ass with their wives only a step away. Sabrina had begun drinking as well, perhaps more than she should have because she kept touching me longer and more intimately as she whispered drink orders to me. Susan, on the other hand, seemed very professional, she drank a couple of glasses of wine, but stayed sober and servile. She was also the victim of some groping, but she didn't stop it. I assumed that I should not openly stop it either, but made efforts to pull away gently and politely whenever someone's hand touched me in a way I didn't like.
The further oddness around the night, was how I constantly felt like I was being observed, appraised even, by everyone at the party. I smiled and was polite and whenever I approached a group of guests, even people I knew well, with their drinks, the conversation always seemed to abruptly die down or start with a new subject about current events or sports. It all seemed very strange. I decided I needed a little relaxation so I asked Jack to make me a very mild screwdriver. He made it far to strong and it felt like it went straight to my head.
After my drink, I felt a number of sensations. I felt relaxed to the point that I had to concentrate on walking. I felt a strange warmth move throughout my body. And I felt a tingling and somewhat numbing sensation, which probably related to the difficulty in walking. I developed a clarity of mind and purpose though and Sabrina became more and more focused as other things and people around me started to fade from vision and importance. I thought for a moment that Sabrina pinched my left nipple when giving me a drink order once, but I must have been mistaken.
Finally, it was time to serve dinner. Sabrina seemed very happy all evening. I think she had a couple of mixed drinks, but nothing she was not drunk. Susan was just a little loose, having had a couple of glasses of a light wine. I was just a bit dizzy-headed from the one drink. It was odd how I felt warm and fuzzy-headed like I had drunk as much as I had seen Sabrina drink. We nevertheless lined up and served dinner. After each person had their meal, Jen got up and called Susan away to the other room.
I thought nothing of it and continued to keep fresh drinks on the table as Sabrina continually took orders and I met her half way. I was feeling pretty good and actually had another of Jack's screwdrivers. It was a big mistake. I suppose it was the lack of eating that made me so easily drunk, but I felt really drunk. Not falling down drunk, just drunk enough to have to pay close attention to my walk and make a conscious effort not to do something stupid. Drunk enough to be unsure of my surroundings.
It was really weird, this state of drunkenness, unlike any I had ever felt before. I felt as though everyone in the room watched as Sabrina continuously brought me drink orders. It seemed they laughed and hushed each other as Sabrina brought orders to me in rapid succession. Each time I would deliver a tray of drinks, she would come up to me, pushing my tray from in front of me, pressing close to me to whisper the drink orders in my ear. It was really weird because I was sure I was imagining it all, like a dream.
The drink orders were very clear to me and I remembered each one vividly. Sabrina and I would lean into one another, she would whisper drink orders in me ear and point out who they were for. I would then go when she told me she was finished with me to give the order to Jack. Jack would fill the orders and put them on my tray. I would deliver the drinks to the guests and then back to Sabrina for the next order.
It was as if I developed a stronger and stronger tunnel vision to the point that I could only concentrate on one thing at a time. Everything in the background faded more and more into a thick haze that I couldn't see through. I became mechanical in my rounds, taking an order, going to Jack, delivering the order, taking another order. It seemed that hours were passing by in minutes. Things closed in more and more until I could only see or concentrate on a smaller and smaller item each time. Eventually, I got to the point where the only sound I could truly discern was Sabrina's voice. I could focus in on other people as they talked to me when I delivered their drinks, but when the conversation ended, I returned to my trance like delivery of drinks.
Still, in spite of the eerie sight of the fog blocking my peripheral vision and a sort of strange numbness about my body, I felt remarkably good. An internal warmth caressed my body, making me feel sort of sexually aroused. I think it had to do with the flashes in the fog. Each time my feeling of arousal would peek, the flashes would escalate. It was as if they were sending flashes of pleasure to my body. I remember talking to Sabrina while a series of flashes went off and I could swear I had an orgasm. I think she had to steady me to keep me from falling over in a swoon.
The entire experience was so odd, I was entranced almost by what little I could see. I could walk, yet my body felt numb. At times, I felt something was holding me, touching me, but I couldn't really see or feel it to assure myself of anything in particular.
I don't recall if I told Sabrina at this point that I needed a break or if she told me, but she took me to the bathroom where she helped me sit on the toilet. I don't remember if I actually peed or not... I think I did. She helped me clean up. She said something about a stain on my blouse and took it off to clean it. I felt naked standing there in the bathroom, my skirt pulled up around my waist, my shoes, panties and hose at my ankles, while I waited for her to bring my blouse back. Through the fog I could see a concentration of flashes and waited for the sexual arousal, but it didn't come. I was disappointed, but I stood there and waited until she returned and helped me back into my blouse.
Something felt wrong, like my blouse was clinging to me when she put it back on. Sabrina helped me to pull up my panty hose and fixed my skirt, though it felt shorter and drafty. It was as if I were in a dream, but awake the whole time. Sabrina escorted me back out, through the fog and I concentrated again on delivering drink orders. My mind was focused, walking straight, ordering and delivering drinks. Flashes all around me in the fog as I focused straight forward. The sexual arousal would come and go, and it seemed that the flashes of light from behind the fog were less connected to the sexual feelings I was having. Sabrina would bring me order after order. I felt the oddest sensations of another orgasm as I was taking drink orders from her during the evening.
I rmember some vague points throughout the evening, the rest of this was a blur. At some point I saw a white blouse floating through the crowd. Sabrina was so helpful to me in my foggy state of mind. She began to introduce me to everyone at the party. As the others would stand with me, I would feel my limbs and body moved about sometimes as the flashes came in stronger and with them, the sexual pleasure. I found the new patterns of flashes and pleasure odd. It was as if the flashes were determined to bring me pleasure, but to keep me unprepared as they brought it at various intervals. I asked for another drink, but I was denied.
Everyone was done eating by now and I had cleared the table. I remember Sabrina helping me to walk. The sexual arousal always peaked with her close to me. Lots of flashes, lots of pleasure. The next thing I remember was the table clear and Sabrina pulling me up with her. We danced for everyone, which I thought was strange for a formal dinner, but we had fun. Sabrina's hands caressed my cheeks and she kissed me on my face and my lips. The flashes were all around me. Some new light sources pierced through the haze on a continual basis. This new source of light was much like beams of brightness, like the sun beams when you catch them at just the right angle through the trees. Trees... John and the children... camping... fading into the haze. I orgasmed from the flashes and the lights once again.
The music ended somewhere in our dancing and she helped me down off the table and we went into the basement. I don't remember Jen's basement looking like this. There was a large open room with mirrored walls and ceilings. The floor was like a vinyl, but cushioned. The room was very brightly lit in the center. All kinds of things, more than I could make out, hung from the ceiling and walls.
In the center of the room was a table covered with a cushioned plastic. I was led to the table my Sabrina, the sexual arousal never ceasing. I asked her for another drink as my throat felt dry. She asked if I was really thirsty and I said yes. She sat me on the edge of the table, leaning me back so I held myself up with my hands behind me. She guided me to tilt my head back, close my eyes and open my mouth. She instructed me, it seemed like she were above me, to put my tongue out, and I did.
I sensed the flashes all around me though I held my eyes closed. The feelings of arousal were devouring my sexual parts as the muffled sounds of laughter were all around me. The feeling was getting stronger than ever, my body felt flushed with pleasure. Sabrina, who had become my sole focus point in the haze, instructed me to keep my eyes closed and spread my legs wide. Above the muffled laughter and clicks and whirs around me, her voice was the only thing I could link onto. I did as she asked as if I had no will but for what she wanted.
I extended my tongue painfully out of my open mouth as instructed and was relieved when it touched a cube of ice. It felt so delightful. At the same time I saw the light beams and flashes all around me through my closed eyelids. The sexual arousal in my body was growing stronger and stronger.
I did as I was told, ignoring my own orgasms and discomforts. I licked the ice cube, feeling it melt in my mouth, being so thirsty each drop helped me. Finally, the cube got really small and I let it slide into my mouth, my tongue still licking up at something warm and smooth. Then I felt a flood of warm liquid cascade into my mouth. It was too much all at once. I swallowed what I could, the taste not pleasant, but my need for fluids was too great to deny it. The ice cube cooled the drink somewhat. The rest flowed over my lips and down my face, down my shoulders. She told me not to swallow and to catch the drink in my mouth after a little while, and I did as she asked.
I opened my eyes when Sabrina commanded it, holding the mouthful of the liquid inside with my mouth wide open. I looked up into her smiling face as the flashes surrounded me, nearly blinded me. Sabrina said I could swallow the rest and I did. The sexual arousal and flashes continued as Sabrina helped me lay back on the table. She took a towel and dried my face off, then washed my face with a wet cloth and dried it again. She kept talking to me in such a soothing voice, telling me how great a job I was doing and how proud she was of me. Her voice was the only thing I heard, with some mumbling and distorted laughter in the background of course. This distortion appeared to be a big part of the drunk experience, almost like I had taken an auditory hallucinogen.
There was nothing but fuzziness around us. She consistently moved me around the room, kissing me sometimes, strapping me to walls, standing me on my hands and knees so we faced each other. She talked to me the whole time. I don't even recall what all we talked about. There was shopping, fashion, current events, my family, it was mostly about me. She talked a little about herself, divulging her attendance to a local college, she was even younger than I had thought. We kissed sometimes, hugged sometimes. I constantly felt the itching sensation as my pussy was in a constant state of arousal.
At one point the stimulation to my pussy stopped and she started to ask me to do things for her. She consistently told me how pretty I was and though there was so much laughter and so many voices in the fogginess around me, she was the only one there. She asked me to dance for her and I did. She asked me to spread my legs and bend down from the knees, lowering myself until I felt something aching around my private parts and I could go no lower. She coaxed me and applauded me, encouraging me to bend and flex at the knees, fighting through the pain I felt. The flashes were very strong as I finally started to feel their effects overtake the pain.
Sabrina pushed me on as the pain and pleasure increased exponentially. I felt as though I would explode. A sharp pain engulfed my body and I screamed out loud and suddenly, for a moment, everything became clear. I saw Sabrina and all the others surrounding me, laughing and drinking, the fog nearly dissipated in it's entirety. I started to look down in my moment of clarity, my moment of pain, when Sabrina ran up to me and kissed me. She put her arms around me and hugged me, telling me to close my eyes. I told her I thought my pussy felt like it hurt. She said I was being silly, we were at a formal party and my pussy was just fine.
She helped me to my feet. I felt as though I walked bowlegged and numbly, counting on her support to keep me from falling over. The haze returned and the pain subsided though it continued to ache. The subsiding of the pain felt so good, I kissed her cheek. She told me I should have a drink and sit down for awhile. She helped me lift a screwdriver to my lips and I drank it quickly. Still, everyone around us seemed to be staring at us and I told her this. She said not to be silly. They were all just having a great time.
She handed me another screwdriver and walked me over to a chair. She knelt in front of me and guided me down. I felt the pain return, but not nearly as strong as before. But she told me to drink slowly and I would feel okay. She was so good to me. The flashes returned and brought the familiar twinges of pleasure with them. I drank as well as I could, though my body kept bouncing and the drink seemed to spill, splashing on my body. Finally, I finished the drink and the drunken haze returned to it's full delightful force.
We talked some more, about the weather or something and she asked me to go upstairs with her and I did. I felt a very strange sensation like something was stuffing my belly full. I was holding her hand, she kissed my lips and we walked together for awhile. The sky was very bright, the stars and moon were so strong and powerful above us. I felt chilly, but she kept her hand around me and I somehow kept feeling warm. We walked around a block or two, just talking, until she decided we should go for a drive.
We went inside and she got her keys and her purse. She helped me to put a jacket of Susan's on. I noticed that there weren't many people left at the party. Jen came into focus at this point and asked me if I was having fun. I said I thought so. She asked Sabrina if she and Susan could join us, Sabrina said no problem at all and asked Jen to get a thermos jug of screwdrivers for the trip.
Some guys asked Sabrina not to take me, but she said that we had some things to do. She asked me to bend over at the hips and she knelt in front of me, talking to me. My belly felt relieved for a moment, then filled again. My body started to jostle back and forth. Sabrina was so kind, she helped me keep my balance. After what seemed like a long time, Sabrina walked behind me, telling me to stay as I was for a moment. I felt my belly, more like my groin, filled tight again, then she helped me stand and said that we had to go.
With that, Sabrina, Jen, Susan and I headed outside and got into Sabrina's car. Sabrina drove while Jen, Susan and I sat in the back. Jen offered me some more screwdriver and I accepted. In spite of the chill, we all had light jackets on, so Sabrina put the top down. Sabrina asked me to stand up and something to Jen about cleaning me up and the next thing I knew, Jen was sitting behind me, holding me up and Susan knelt on the floor at my feet. I felt the pressure in my groin subside and then the arousal returned, but it was gentler this time.
It was this time that I first realized I was screaming and moaning in pleasure. Jen was holding me up and laughing. Sabrina was encouraging me and Susan with her cheering and chanting. She wailed on her horn, drawing the attention of people driving by. I turned my head to the left at one point and smiled at the wide eyed man in the car next to us. I started feeling cold, but at the same time my body was overwhelmed with the warmth of sexual desire. At some point I focused on the digital clock in the car and watched as about fifteen minutes passed. Finally, at precisely 11:17 p.m. according to Sabrina's car clock, we stopped in a crowded parking lot. Sabrina folded down her seat and helped me down to the parking lot. She reached into her glove compartment and pulled out a small bag and instructed me to stand still while she dressed me.
I wasn't sure what she meant by this and I started to look down to see what she was doing. She saw me looking down at her and smiled up at me. Through the fogginess I thought I saw myself naked except for the crotchless pantyhose and high heel shoes. But then she helped me to lift one leg after the other, stepping into some kind of a skirt. Well, it turned out to be a dress with the top connected to the bottom by a few thin strands of thread. The material was very stretchy and tight. She rolled it over my ass and then up over my breasts, standing as she did to fasten the collar around my neck and look into my eyes.
She had such nice eyes. She kissed my lips and I kissed her back. Jen asked if I needed my jacket and I said no, I felt fine. However, I did have another screwdriver when she poured it for me. We all four walked up to the door. Sabrina paid my cover charge for me, which was a good thing since I hadn't brought my purse. And we were in the door.
The drunk state changed now. There wasn't as much fog as before, I was more aware of my surroundings, but it was as if I were dreaming it. I felt completely numb. My body moved but I couldn't feel the pressure change from heel to toe as I walked. I could see more, further into the fog, but I couldn't understand what I saw. It was a nice dance club. The heat instantly enveloped my body and I suddenly felt warm and aroused all over. Sabrina led me by the hand and Jen led Susan right behind us. We claimed a table in the back with Sabrina, Jen and Susan's jackets and ordered a round of drinks. While we waited for the waitress to return, Sabrina suggested that we all go dancing. Jen said that she and Susan would come join us later.
With that said, Sabrina took my hand and led me from the table to the dance floor. The music was very loud and had a fast beat. It took me a few seconds to get into a groove, doubly so because of the numb feeling. Soon the sounds of the music became my world and it swallowed me whole. I was dancing and dancing. Sabrina was dancing with me, smiling at me, telling me how wonderful a dancer I was. I told her I hadn't been dancing in years. She said she would never have known it. She was such a flatterer. I kept smiling at her as I started to feel like people were watching us dance. The fogginess blocked any faces from recognition, only Sabrina's face and voice could be seen or heard above the crowd.
After a couple of songs, during which Sabrina continuously danced close to me, I noticed Jen come up and interrupt us. Sabrina broke away for a moment and left me dancing alone. I was lost suddenly when the fog almost enveloped Sabrina, my focal point. I concentrated hard. I overheard something like they were arguing over money and numbers. Sabrina closed with, "She is absolutely gorgeous Jen. And she is just perfect. Have you been seeing what I have been seeing or not? You can easily get double that much. Go and push it and if they wont' go for it, we will move on."
I had no idea what the money part was about. I was having such a good time. I started to really feel warm as I danced while Sabrina talked to Jen on the dance floor. Finally, Jen walked away and Sabrina turned to me and smiled. She asked if I was having fun with her tonight and I said yes, I was having the greatest time of my life. She pulled me close and I felt the familiar arousal in my loins once again. She pulled me close and kissed me and asked if we could do this more often and if we would always be friends. I smiled at her and told her I would love to go out with her again and I would definitely be her friend.
She smiled back at me and we got so very close and I knew then that she was the cause of my arousal, her and the flashes. The flashes continued here and there, but being so close to her, I felt the arousal take over my body until I heard myself moaning out loud again. In the middle of my orgasm, Jen came up again with a few men. I couldn't make out their appearances through the haze, but Sabrina turned to them for a moment, then back to me.
"These guys want to dance with you for a little while Jill. I'm getting a little tired, but I will be right over at our table watching you dance. You really are a wonderful dancer."
I smiled at her. "I would rather dance with you Sabrina. I am having so much fun with you."
She looked into my eyes and replied, "I promise Jill, we will dance some more later. Just please keep dancing with these guys. I want to watch what a good dancer you really are." That said, she leaned into me and kissed me. I thought I felt her squeeze my breasts, but with that kiss and a smile she was out into the fogginess.
The men surrounded me at once. One stood on each side of me and we all danced. I was having fun. I leaned towards the first guy and introduced myself. He was rather handsome. He had short brown hair, soft brown eyes and a nice smile. His name was Jeff. He leaned in and kissed me and I think I kissed him back and he turned me to my left. The next guy was shorter than Jeff, darker hair, rougher eyes and features, a little overweight. His name was Will and I remember his wide eyed expression and smile as we were introduced. I was rotated again to the left. The third man was Rich, a tall, thin red haired man, rather lanky and again, not nearly as appealing as Jeff. As he kissed me and turned me, I met John, not my husband of course, it was another John, with dark hair, deep eyes, very muscular, or so it seemed through his silk shirt. He kissed me and we all danced, the four of them around me and me in the center.
As we danced, I felt the arousal begin again. I remember feeling like they must have turned on the air conditioner because I started to feel a breeze all around me. Everything was foggy. I spun around and around and around, looking for a break in the fogginess. I nearly panicked wondering where Sabrina was. The arousal became stronger and stronger though I could see nothing and kept feeling myself being turned around in circles. Finally, I stopped spinning and saw Jeff's eyes burning through the haze. He was laughing and so I started laughing with him.
He asked me if I was having fun. I told him I felt a little dizzy from spinning around, and asked him to help me balance myself for a moment. He said no problem that perhaps I should kneel down on the floor until the spinning stopped. It sounded like an odd thing to do, but he knelt with me and maintained contact with my eyes.
"Now, that is better isn't it?," Jeff asked me.
The room did seem to slow down a lot. "Yes I replied, thank you."
He wiped some the sweat off my brow with a napkin and his hands went to my body to support me from falling over.
"Are you having fun Jill?", Jeff asked.
"Sure," I smiled at him, he seemed so nice.
"Okay," Jeff started. "Would you do me a favor while we are kneeling together?"
I replied to the affirmative. He took my right hand and lifted it to my side, bending my elbow. He repeated this with my left hand. Then he took my face in his hands and held them towards him as I felt hands taking my wrists and pushing something into my palms. The hands started to move my wrists in a back and forth motion up into the air while holding my fingers around the objects in my palms.
He smiled at me and laughed a lot as he explained that I should continue these motions on my own, so I figured he was having fun and I laughed along with him. He started to instruct me on what to do. Jeff assured me as I took control of the wrist motions and squeezing of my hands. I soon got the hang of the motions and the other hands released mine and I continued on my own.
I kept going and Jeff said to go faster, so I did. It seemed a silly thing and a silly feeling in my hands, but Jeff was laughing as I continued, so I thought I would play along to keep him happy. At some point, Jeff introduced some more instructions. As I continued the stroking motion with my wrists, I would raise and lower my hips from my knees. I felt that odd sensation of my groin being filled and then the delightful sensation of the sexual arousal as I lowered myself. But if felt nice, so I continued to play along. Finally, he decided that I was so good at this "game", I should do it with my eyes closed and add one more dimension to my activities. He instructed me to open my mouth wide and shielding my teeth with my lips, to slowly suck and lick on this odd shaped, warm, salty piece of candy. I asked him why in the world I would want to do this. He said that this was a special candy that had a sweet liquid center inside and that if I did it as he instructed I would be rewarded with that candy. He said very few women have ever extracted the candy before, it took a very talented woman to do it right.
Through the haze, it seemed that we had been surrounded. The only face I saw was Jeff's, but I saw figures in a circle all around us, chanting some indiscernable words. Then Jeff stood up and the fog surrounded me. I knelt there, bobbing up and down, moving my wrists and opening my mouth wide as the "candy dispenser" was pushed inside my mouth. I kept my eyes closed as instructed and listened carefully to his instructions. I was actually getting thirsty again so I kind of wanted anything liquid in my mouth right about now. I could hear the voices of Jeff and others cheering me on as I kept bouncing my hips up and down, stroking my wrists and sliding my mouth up and down on the candy dispenser.
At some point the arousal took over my body and I lost track of time and everything in the fog. I opened my eyes to see indecipherable faces above me. I orgasmed aloud. I was rewarded by the flow of liquid candy in my mouth. As it entered my mouth, I heard Sabrina whispering in my ear how sweet it tasted and I should get some more. And so I did. My head was turned to the right and filled with more of the candy. I licked it up as fast as I could. My head was tuned to the left and I felt the candy shoot across my face and into my mouth. I swallowed and licked it up with my hands. A rubbery dispenser was placed in my mouth and I sucked the remaining candy from inside.
I screamed out for more and was quickly rewarded by dispenser after dispenser in my hands and mouth. I figured rather quickly that by stroking the dispensers in my hands first, I wouldn't have to suck them as hard or often so I kept three going at all times, one in each hand and one in my mouth. The sexual arousal continued on and off throughout the experience. As my wrists got tired, I would simply use my body to pull the up and down motion with my hands. I must have emptied about a dozen dispensers and still wanted more.
I felt my clothing tugged in all directions and then I was left there on my knees in the fogginess. Jeff, his friends and the entire crowd returned to their dancing as I struggled to see through the haze. I stumbled to my feet and stepped through the haze in the direction that I thought Sabrina would be in. I felt out with my hands, able to make out figures, but no faces. I found myself stuck in a crowd of faceless men. My body was stuck, I couldn't move though I tried. I was sexually aroused continuously. However, the fog and the closeness of the faceless crowds became too scary. I screamed out for Sabrina to help me.
My scream was unanswered.
I was pulled in a number of directions, I tried to follow, but would quickly be tugged in another direction. I couldn't move. I couldn't find Sabrina. I began to cry.
Finally I was pushed down a hallway and into a brightly lit room. It was very tight, no room to move at all. I was forced to sit down and felt my groin filled. The sexual sensations returned as I was bounced up and down. I couldn't see anything and I cried. Someone shove a candy dispenser in my open mouth. I sobbed around it for awhile. Then someone slapped my head and told me to suck. I didn't know what to do so I sucked. The candy was dispensed and I was lifted, the fullness disipating from my groin.
I was sat down again on a seat and another dispenser was placed in my mouth. I sucked the candy out and another dispenser replaced it. Over and over and over again. I sucked down so much candy, I must have drained every dispenser in the place. Finally, a particularly large dispenser was shooting it's candy into my throat and onto my face when it was shoved back into my mouth deep and it began to shoot more warm liquid into my throat. I tried to breath and drink, but there was too much of it and it flowed out my lips and down onto my body. I coughed and choked, finally spitting the dispenser out of my mouth. Only to feel it continue to dispense onto my hair and face. I closed my eyes tight and waited for it to stop.
It did and I was pulled up and laid down on a nice cool floor. I felt so refreshed and I wanted to sleep. But before I could sleep I suddenly felt warm water dropping all over my body. It was as if a dozen squirt guns had been loaded with warm water and emptied onto me. I shook my head and my body, trying to keep the water from messing up my makeup. But it was no use. I was soaked in it. I just lay there, unable to see, unable to move. The water finally stopped and I tried to get up. Muffled laughter roared through my head. This enclosed room was so much louder, so much more muffled. I felt my hair tugged and I got up with the pressure. I followed, bent at the hips as someone pulled me through the crowd by my hair. It hurt when I fell behind so I did my best to keep up.
I was brought into another small, bright room and forced to sit down against a corner. Through the fog and the muffled laughter and lights, someone yelled at me to stick my tongue out and open my mouth. I did as I was told, waiting for another candy dispenser to be inserted. Instead, I felt something warm and wet, like a mouth take my tongue into it. But it was different than a mouth, no tongue inside. It slid up and down on my tongue. I opened my eyes, trying to see through the haze, but no luck. Then I felt the arousal again.
Each time the tongueless mouth slid up and down my tongue, I felt the slow dripping of candy going into my mouth. It was delicious, different, I lapped it up and quickly learned to use my tongue the appropriate way on this particular, different type of candy dispenser. Each time I was rewarded with a steady flow of candy, it was quickly followed by a warm trickle down my mouth, throat, always overflowing to my chin and down my body. Then another dispenser would replace that one and I would start all over again, licking and sucking the candy out, then feeling it washed down my throat with warm water. I repeated this for no less than thirty dispensers until I was left alone.
I held my tongue extended, waiting for the next dispenser, but none came. I sat there, crying, waiting for Sabrina to find me and get me out of the fog. I felt no arousal, only the fog and darkness.
Finally, another dispenser was forced into my mouth, similar to the earlier kind. It was so wide I had trouble opening my teeth off of it. It kept pushing into my mouth until it hit my throat and it continued to push downward. It slid in and out on it's own volition now, deeper and deeper into my throat until I felt it expand and thrust deep, blocking my throat. I felt the candy pouring straight down my throat, but I couldn't breath. I pushed and shoved my head, reaching out, waving my arms and legs wildly, but my head was held tight and I gasped once more and blacked out.
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