Nora flipped through the mail absentmindedly, sorting the junk from the bills. It was one of the things she did every afternoon (except Sunday, of course). Most days it was routine, but every once in a while…
She stopped instantly when she came across a black envelope with their address in gold calligraphy. There was no return address, but none was necessary. There was only one sender that ever sent such distinguished mail, and this was the time of year it would come. It was the invitation to their local BDSM club’s annual charity ball.
The ball and the slave auction (held earlier in the year – another story for another time) were the two charity events every year, which raised money for underprivileged and battered women and family shelters in the area. The ball was particularly well attended because of its unique dress code – black tie for doms and dommes, and nudity for submissives.
After a few weeks of anticipation, the day of the ball finally arrived. Nora spent the entire day on pins and needles, filled with the usual combination of excitement tinged with just a slight bit of trepidation. Late in the afternoon, she took a long, luxurious shower and did a particularly careful job of shaving herself (after all, every bit of her would be on display). She washed her hair and took a long time arranging it.
Since she couldn’t fuss over what to wear, she redirected that same energy into everything else that was an option – hair, makeup and shoes. For the latter, she picked her longest pair of black stiletto heels. For the drive, she took out her one long coat – it was a faux mink – and wrapped herself in it.
Her preparations complete, she walked out into the living room. Master was there and was just finishing tying his bow tie. He turned as she walked in and smiled.
“You look beautiful, Nora. Is my tie straight?”
She walked over and gave him a quick peck (so as not to muss up her lipstick) and replied, “Yes, sir.”
“Shall we go?” he said and gestured towards the garage and followed her out.
The ball was held at a local hotel where the club rented a portion of the conference center for the evening. No other events were planned (Nora suspected that this was part of the arrangement), so there would be no one other than club members on the premises. Master parked the car, got out and went to open Nora’s door for her.
He gallantly held out his hand to help her out (a particularly helpful gesture given Nora’s very tall heels and her need to use one hand to keep her coat wrapped around her to ward off the chilly evening air). Nora stood and took Master’s arm as he escorted her to the front door. A single burly looking doorman took the two tickets from Master and ushered them through the door.
Immediately inside was a coat check window. There was a short line with several couples waiting. As Nora and Master joined the tail end, she watched the usual ritual take place at the front of the line (a ritual she would shortly repeat). The couple currently at the front of the line consisted of two men. One of them was Caucasian, tall and wearing a striking white tuxedo. The other was a shorter Asian man wearing sweat pants and a hoodie which he began to peel off.
That brief task done, he, now completely nude, rather haphazardly threw the pants through a hanger and put the sleeves of the hoodie over it and handed it to the coat check girl. She, in turn, handed him a ticket, which he then handed to his partner who stuffed it in his pants pocket as they walked away arm-in-arm.
This ritual played out for each couple in line ahead of Nora and Master. The couple in front of them was a heterosexual couple. The woman had long wavy red hair and was wrapped up in a black fur coat, not too different from Nora. Her escort, like Master, was in a rather standard black tux. The coat check girl held out a coat hanger for the redhead and Nora saw her furtively look around and her face turned almost as red as her hair.
She slowly slipped the coat off her shoulders and held the coat in front of her while she reached out her hand for the hanger and hung the coat on it. She took a deep breath and then straightened her posture and handed the hanger to the coat check girl in exchange for the ticket and the couple walked away.
Now it was Nora’s turn. She smiled at the coat check girl, who smiled back and reached to her side to fetch a hanger and tore half a ticket off of it. Nora didn’t hesitate. She shrugged her coat off her shoulders and as Master held it for her, she took her arms out, reached for the hanger, hung the coat on it and handed it in. The room air was comfortably neutral in temperature – something that was a little surprising, but welcome. It was one less reminder of her now different condition. As she walked without a bra, she could feel her breasts bouncing just a little.
They walked down the hall and into a large open room. There was lots of relatively plush furniture scattered around, futons and love seats and the like along with a smattering of obvious sexual and BDSM furnishings. There was a large bar on the far side of it, and a party atmosphere was definitely in the air.
The lights weren’t low, like one might expect of a more typical party. After all, there was everything to look at. Half of the room was nude, the other half impeccably dressed. Most of those dressed were men, but Nora spied several women wearing all manner of formal wear, and even a couple of men wearing gowns. As for the naked people, it was about a fifty-fifty mix of men and women.
What didn’t surprise Nora was the huge range of apparent comfort level the nude half exhibited. A lot of them were obviously confident with their nude state, but there were some who seemed nervous. Nora suspected they were likely first-timers to the ball. Both sides of the clothing equation showed a tremendous range across every possible description. And surprisingly, while the nudity limited the available options for expressiveness for those so (un)attired, the black-tie dress code was almost as constricting on the others. Some of the men changed up the color of their tux, but there was a lot of black out there.
Nora and Master walked up to a cluster of two couples they knew and joined in. After the mutual greetings, Nora and Master were drawn into separate conversations, Master with the (clothed) men and Nora with the (nude) women. Nora was the shortest of the ladies. The tallest was a striking Nordic-looking blonde with shoulder-length hair. The other girl was a brunette with straight hair that ran halfway down her back. She had an hourglass figure, distinctly different from the blonde, and her areolas were large, pink and puffy.
After a few minutes, the three men turned to look at their women. Master stepped forward and interrupted their conversation. “Ladies, you three look so good together. Get close to each other and give us a good look.”
All three of them smiled and arranged themselves in a line. Nora was in the middle, with all of their arms behind each other’s backs. Nora stood straight and proud in the middle, which made her breasts stand out proudly.
The men stood transfixed, their eyes roving from one lady to another, not caring which was their own.
“Turn around. Bend at the waist and arch your backs – stick those asses out for us.”
The ladies smiled as one and turned their backs on their men. Nora walked her feet about shoulder-width apart and tried to bend over a little slowly, wiggling her ass a little as she did and sticking her ass out. She imagined what her pussy looked like, the lips parting just slightly over her cunt and her engrossed clit peeking out.
“That’s nice, girls. Now we’ve had a little talk and we’ve decided we want to have a little contest. When we say ‘go,’ we want you to start touching yourselves. Whoever comes first wins.”
The blonde spoke up, “Win? But what’s the prize?”
This took Master back for a moment. He looked at the other two gentlemen and back again, “That’s a good point, I hadn’t thought of that. What sort of prize would you want?”
“I want a mouthful of my Daddy’s come.”
Master looked at the blonde’s owner and he blushed a little and smiled and nodded his approval.
“Mindy, how about you?”
The brunette on the other side of Nora spoke up, “I’d like that too. Would you come in my mouth, sir?”
Her husband nodded vigorously and said, “Of course!”
Master spoke once more, “What about you, Nora?”
Nora knew immediately what she wanted and said, “I want a spanking, sir.”
“Well, we’ll see who gets their wish. Everyone, begin!”
The scene began to draw some local attention from the other couples nearby and an attentive crowd began to form as the three ladies reached back between their legs to begin to finger themselves. Nora could hear the other two ladies start to moan a little bit before her mind turned to an image of Master taking her over his knee for a long spanking.
As her fingers danced over her sex she felt her breathing become deeper and the blood begin to rush within her. But as her orgasm neared, she heard the brunette next to her cry out loudly. Nora snapped her eyes over and saw the brunette begin to shake and the realization that she had won the contest interrupted her own lust and replaced it with a tinge of disappointment.
She looked back behind her and saw the brunette’s man perk up and behind the group of three men, the gathered crowd began to murmur their approval. A small scattering of applause began. All three ladies stood back up and turned around. The victorious couple walked towards each other and the brunette girl dropped down to her knees in front of her husband and worked to free his cock from his pants.
When she succeeded, she immediately took him in her mouth and began to bob back and forth in front of his crotch while he tangled his hands in her hair and moaned appreciably. After working on him for a few minutes, he breathily cried out and mashed her head down and trembled a bit. She drew back as his hands relaxed and brought her fingers up to her lips to bring in a couple of drops leaking from the corner of her mouth.
Nora went over to Master and gave him a kiss. He said, “It’s a shame you didn’t win, Nora, but you still might get that spanking you want.”
Nora smiled. Master said, “let’s go to the bar and get a drink.”
