Nicole grunted softly into her gag as she shifted her feet to take some of the pressure off her hands, careful not to spill the tray of drinks balanced precariously on her stomach. Unfortunately for the eighteen year old and her two friends, Rachel and Amy, Mistress Jones had been "inspired" during their bondage photo-shoot. Rather than untie the three "slaves" to return to serving the guests drinks, she'd decided to "give them a break", and let the party guests come to them for a while.

"Yeah, some break…" Nicole thought to herself, shifting to take some of the pressure off the palms of her hands, pressed into the carpet by the girl's own weight. Nicole had been retied to form a human table, facing up, with her hands tied at the wrist and elbow behind her, forming two of the table "legs".

The tray of drinks she'd been serving was placed on the young woman's belly, forcing her to work to keep it balanced. Mistress Jones had threatened her with severe punishment should she spill so much as a drop of punch.

Nicole doubted she'd so anything too bad, at least not with Rachel's mom here, she hoped. But with all the guests here, not to mention Mrs. Morgan, egging Miss Jones on, Nicole had no doubt it would be something humiliating to say the least.   

Nicole raised her head up to glance over at Rachel, across the room. Through the sea of legs, as the guests milled around, she could see her friend.

Rachel had been bound kneeling on the floor. Her hands had been bound in front of her, her elbows tied as well, and the rope tying her wrists tied to the ring of her slave collar, forcing her to keep her arms close to her chest. Though not as strenuous as Nicole's position, physically at least, Rachel had the problem of trying to balance her tray of hors-devours on her bound hands, fingers spread as far as she could get them.

As Nicole returned her attention to keeping her own tray balanced, not an easy thing with the guests picking up glasses of punch, shifting the weight of the whole thing, Amy shuffled into view. She'd been giving the task of refilling the other two slaves trays, shuffling back and forth between the kitchen and living room as fast as her shackled legs would allow, trying to keep ahead of the ravenous appetites of the guests.

"MMMPPPHHH!" Nicole grunted into her gag as Amy set a cup of punch down on one edge of the tray, threatening to topple it. Amy mmppphhh'ed apologetically into her own gag as she quickly replaced the empty punch glasses with freshly filled ones, before shuffling into the crowd in the direction of the kitchen.

Gradually the crowd thinned out and the living room became less noisy. It took Nicole a few minutes to notice, but it seemed as if the guests were migrating out of the living room and towards the backyard, in ones and twos.

She couldn't guess why they were heading there; Mistress Jones hadn't shared any information about her plans for the evening with her two slaves. Come to think of it… Nicole thought to herself. With some effort, she twisted her head to glance around the room. The two girl's mistress was nowhere to be seen. That probably wasn't a good sign. Nicole had a sneaking suspicion she was planning something bad for her two slaves.

She sighed, shifted to take some of the weight off her hands and let the blood flow back into her fingers. Not much she could do about it. At least now, with the room less crowded, there was less danger of someone tripping over her…

"Tomorrow would probably be best…" A woman said.

Not only that, but without everyone talking at the same time, Nicole could actually make out individual conversations. This one was between a woman and two men she didn't recognize, standing in a small knot near the living table.

"I think I've figured out where she'll be. We shouldn't have any trouble." The woman continued.

"Have you talked to Mrs. Morgan yet?" A man asked, taking a sip from his punch glass. "It's only fair, after all…" as he turned to refill his punch glass from Nicole's tray, he suddenly noticed Nicole listening in.

The man got his punch, than whispered something to his companions. Silently, they headed for a corner of the room where they could continue their conversation away from prying tables.

"Well that was interesting…" Nicole thought to herself…    

Before Nicole could ponder it any longer, Mistress Jones suddenly reentered the living room and walked over to her, Amy trailing behind her.  "Oh, Nicole, there you are. I've been looking all over for you…" Mistress Jones said, sarcastically.

She picked up the tray and handed it to Amy. "Take this to the kitchen, and then come back, I'll need you too." While Amy carried the unfinished drinks away, Mistress Jones bent down and quickly untied Nicole. Nicole groaned into her gag as she stretched out her limbs.

"Leave your gag in, Nicole. You're still going to need it in a minute." Mistress Jones said when Nicole reached up to unbuckle her gag. She led the younger woman over to where Rachel knelt and picked up the tray from Rachel's hands.

"Take this to the kitchen, and come back." She said, handing it to Nicole. Nicole passed by Amy, heading back from the kitchen. When she got back, Mistress Jones had untied Rachel, who stood next to Amy. The last few guests had headed outside.

"There you are, Nicole." Mistress Jones said. "Good. Amy here gave me a great idea for a little game we could play. Everyone's outside right now setting it up, but first, I've got to get you three ready."

From her bag, Mistress Jones produced three padded blindfolds, which she put on the girls. In the artificial darkness of her blindfold, Nicole felt her mistress grab her hands and pull them behind her back and cuff them securely. She heard the two other slaves get the same treatment.

There was a tug on her collar as Mistress Jones grabbed Nicole's leash. Guided by the tugs, Nicole followed her mistress outside into the cold evening air. Nicole could hear a babble of voices as they approached the crowd of guests.

Mistress Jones stopped the three and unclipped the girls' leashes. "Wait here, slaves." The older woman ordered.

As she waited, Nicole wondered what sort of game they were going to have to play blindfolded. The crowd watching murmured and spoke, but they didn't say anything that might clue Nicole in on what the girls were supposed to be doing.

"As you can see, or rather, can't see, slaves, there is an obstacle course in front of you, my guests have put together for you to run through. First girl to reach the finish line wins, and as a reward, can enjoy the rest of the party, the other two spend it tied up."  

Mistress Jones waited a second for emphasis before calling out "On your mark! Get set! Go!!!"

It was probably the slowest race ever, as the three slaves walked forward cautiously. None of them wanted to let the other two pull ahead of her, but on the other hand, none of them wanted to rush forward into whatever fiendish obstacles the guests had devised. The course was narrow enough; the three girls kept bumping into each other as they advanced.

It didn't help the three of them were in high heels, in the rough, muddy ground behind Miss Jones's house. The guests had lined the course on either side, cheering the girls on and forming a living wall, keeping the girls on the obstacle course with light shoves whenever one of them stray too far off the path.

By now, they'd  come to appreciate Mistress Jones devious intelligence when it came to tormenting her captive and doubted she or her guests would have pulled any punches when it came to building the race course for the three slaves.

Rachel found the first obstacle, as she pulled ahead of Nicole and Amy. Nicole heard her grunt into her gag as she tripped. Cautiously, Nicole felt around with her feet for whatever had tripped her friend. She was rewarded a second or two later, feeling a rope stretched across the path. The rope had some give in it, if she had to guess, it was being held by a pair of guests on either side of her.

Expecting them to raise the rope up to trip her, Nicole stepped high over the trip rope. On her next step, she was nearly clotheslines by a second trip rope; this one held at chest height. To her left, Nicole heard Amy gaining on her, carefully working her way through the trip ropes. Behind her, Rachel had gotten back on her feet and was regaining lost ground.

The three girls made their way through the maze of ropes, more or less neck and neck. Amy lost her lead after tripping, and knocked over Nicole and Rachel, coming up behind her. The guests cheered and roared with laughter as the three contestants struggled to get to their feet.

Nicole managed to extricate herself from the pile and pulled ahead, at least until she ran into the next obstacle, literally. She grunted into her gag as she bumped her knee on what felt like a wood beam. Some feeling around confirmed it was a large wood kitchen table.

It had been piled high with various odds and ends, preventing Nicole from climbing over it. She'd have to crawl under the table. Nicole dropped to her knees and bent low, crawling on her knees beneath the old wood table.

When Nicole reached the end, she found via her face, several wood crates set up, blocking her way out from beneath the table. Valuable time was lost searching for the gap between the boxes. More time still was lost getting to her feet again, not an easy feat in heels with her hands cuffed behind her back.

By that time, Amy and Rachel had caught up to Nicole. The race was neck and neck once again. The crowd cheered and egged on the racers. Nicole, throwing caution to the wind, hoping the regain her lead, sped up, running into a next obstacle.

It proved to be a large sheet, held up by two more guests. No, not one sheet. Two sheets! Nicole felt around. The sheets had been pinned together at the top and bottom, overlapping. Nicole found the end of the first sheet and forced her way between them.

The three girls slipped, tripped and flopped their way down the obstacle course, to the cheers of the spectators. By the end of it, all three were panting into their gags, and were drenched in sweat.

For the last obstacle, someone had run the garden hose over a patch of bare ground, leaving it a large mud puddle. Nicole lost her footing in the slippery, slimy ground and feel, knocking over Rachel. As the two girls struggled to get up, and succeeded only in knocking each other down again. Meanwhile, Amy pulled ahead and crossed the finish line!

"And it looks like Miss Chen is the winner!" Mistress Jones shouted, to the cheers of the guests…