I turned and looked at you, slightly puzzled but not for long. “Spread your legs,” you said and I did so immediately. You got down and in the corner of the closet, lifted the corner of the carpet to reveal a small hook and clasp in the floor. You had obviously installed this without my knowledge and I shivered involuntarily as I realized you had a premeditated plan for this entire evening. You opened the clip and fastened it to the ring in my ankle cuff and then moved to my other leg to do the same. “Wider,” you commanded when the clip did not quite reach. I complied. Standing, you took my one hand a lifted it high above my head, fastening my wrist cuff to a hook that you had installed in the ceiling, and then repeating that to my other wrist. Tugging gently, you nodded, satisfied that I was secured and then stepped out of the closet. “Keep quiet, slave” came your final comment as you started to close the closet doors. “I do not want to have to gag you,” you threatened, “and I expect your mouth to be very busy tonight.” You winked at me and shut the closet door tightly, leaving me bound inside and in the darkness. I struggled to breathe normally as my mind raced with endless possibilities of what this evening would bring.

A few moments later, I heard a vehicle pull into the driveway and amidst slamming doors, I heard several muffled voices and laughter as people approached the door. The doorbell rang and I heard your cheerful greeting as you swung the door open to greet your guests.

I strained to listen carefully, trying to recognize any voices that might give me a clue who I would apparently be entertaining this evening and I thought I may have recognized a couple of them but there was so many conversations and so much laughter going on at once that I couldn’t be sure. And then, suddenly, I heard your voice ring out above the rest. “Welcome to what I am sure will be a most memorable evening!” you began and the chatter quieted down. You continued, “As I have alluded to all of you, I have a special project with which I need your help this evening….” Your voice trailed off as I made out snickers and outright chuckles. When the laughter faded once more, you carried on, “it seems my wife has been misbehaving as of late and I have had to arrange a weekend of punishment to remind her of her place in my home. I am looking forward to your assistance with this project. This evening she will serve us in just about any way you desire but she is not permitted to cum. You may do whatever you wish to her as long as she does not reach orgasm. I will offer her to each of you in return throughout the night and in the meantime, she will serve us food and drinks.”

I swallowed nervously as I listened to your speech through the closet doors and the murmurs of agreement and approval from the guests still gathered in the front entry. I heard two sharp claps before your voice boomed out once more, “This evening she is not my wife, she is my slave….and yours. And now, without further ado, I present to you, my orchid.” And with that, I heard the closet doors opening and I felt a blush creep up my neck to color my face as I hung there, on display for your guests. You reached your hand into the closet and gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look up and see the guests for the first time. I glanced slowly from one face to the next reciting their names in my mind, Paul your buddy from ball, Mark and Janelle from your firm, Ellen the executive chef from one of your favorite restaurants and I realized with complete mortification, Jim my boss! I had no idea that most of these people had any idea about our relationship. Paul, sure, he had witnessed your complete domination over me on many occasions. I was bewildered to think that these people had known this about me all along, especially my boss. I fidgeted uncomfortably.

“Isn’t she exquisite,” commented Ellen. “May I?” she asked as she looked at you for approval. Upon your nod, she stepped forward and ran her hands slowly up my thighs as she leaned in and breathed quietly in my ear, “you’re gorgeous, darling” and then I felt a quick flick of her tongue along my neck before she stepped back out of the closet again.

“Paul, can you lead everyone into the games room please?” you asked as you reached into the closet and unfastened one of my ankles from its restraint.

“Sure thing Buddy,” Paul answered and led the guests away as you methodically freed me from the closet.

“Be a good girl tonight,” you warned quietly as you led me out of the closet and towards the games room. “Remember what I explained to you and do not forget that I will not let anything bad happen to you, pet.” You stopped just outside of the entry to the games room and lifted my chin so that I was looking into your eyes. “Remember that OK?” you asked and I nodded quickly. “Good girl,” you said and gently smacked my ass as you pushed me through the door into the room.