Eighteen days later Silvie arrived at the spot where Olivier was waiting for them. Brigitte got out of the car wearing all the equipment she had bought. It was a costume party after all. So had been Silvie's suggestion that he had succesfully proposed to his friends. Most of the items were hidden under a black vinil coat that reached the middle of her shins. Only were visible the knee tall, leather, medium heeled boots and the helmet covered face. The collar could also be seen upon closer inspection but not form affar as the lapels of the coat were up.
The ensemble was indeed more complex. The helmet, made of black rigid plastic would normally cover all her head but some parts were removable. Taking off a wide piece on the lower frontal half, Brigitte's mouth would be in full display. The upper half had two more such pieces, a simple plastic band that could be put in front of her eyes to blind her, and another piece with two lens that would stay on that night. The lenses were polariced so she could see, but for the others would appear to be two tiny rounded mirrors. The hinges were above the crown and it opened on two halves around the neck, one to the front and the other to the back, but for the night two padlocks at the base, on the sides, would keep it closed.
Under the helmet a layer of black latex would avoid bruisings. Brigitte had had to cut her hair until it was about two inches long to wear such a tight mask, that had holes for mouth, nose and eyes. Her hair had been combed backwards and fixed there with gel, as the first time she had practiced wearing it a lock of hair kept tickling her eye and she couldn't move it aside with the helmet on.
Further down, her body had been encased in a black latex catsuit, except for her hands, where a pair of elbow length gloves had been added, and her breasts, both coming out through a wide opening. She had had to shave all her body to get in that catsuit. A pair of leather cuffs padlocked closed adorned her wrists. The suit had two zippers for pussy and ass, but the nice students wouldn't be able to take advantage because the access was under the protection of a transparent chastity belt, made of hard plastic, the front shaped like a triangle and with a rod going between the checks. Her pussy would be on clear sight and well spread due to a transparent dildo buried deep inside her. It was made of silicone, so she would be able to stimulate herself at will, but probably unable to cum. After all wouldn't make sense for her to have release before the party were over and her job done.
The catsuit was closed thanks to a zipper going up along her back, reaching almost her nape. There it would be held closed by a thick leather collar padlocked in place. From a ring at the front of the collar a long leather leash hung, currently hidden by the coat. Any person in the party would be allowed to lead her through the leash, that not only would pull on her neck, but also on her nipples. As her breasts were exposed, Brigitte had decided to double down. A vinil corset both would compress her stomach while the two half cups would keep her breasts up and to the front. Two steel rings had been pieced through her nipples and a chain ran between them. As the leash hung between her breasts, pulling on it high enough would drag the nipple chain with it.
As a final and totally redundant detail the word “SLUT” had been drawn with white paint everywhere along her catsuit and helmet. Nape, chest, tummy, front and back of the thighs, upper arms, upper back, middle back, and palms of the hands. Added to that the collar had it engrabbed with rinestones right on the front. The paint could be cleaned up easily, but not the collar.
All those elements had been padlocked in place and wouldn't be removed. She was ready to party. Olivier, dressed like a cowboy, guided Brigitte to the two stores suburban house where the fun would take place. Silvie would stay in the car, at a reasonable distance, reading a book in case anything went wrong and they had to flee. When they entered in the house and went to the living room the chatter suddenly stopped, and those who weren't using masks showed real puzzlement.
-If you pay us attention for a moment, let me explain.- Silvie had forced Olivier to memorize that speech, as reading it on a paper wasn't nearly as effective.- This middle aged slut has been married for a long time and having access to only one cock made her miserable.- While he talked she removed the coat and put on a chair.- Her cuck husband obviously doesn't know that she wasnts to fuck as many people as possible before her breasts start to really sag and her cunt gets too dry.
-Oli? Is this a joke?- A girl dressed like a famous cat themed comic character asked.
-Hell no. Well the thing is that she still doesn't consider herself worthy of having her pussy thoroughly ravished, and so she wants to learn everything about oral sex before that. Am I right?
-Yes, sir.- Brigitte confirmed. She used a higher pitched voice than her normal to sound more childish.
-As long as you don't hurt or mistreat her, you can make use of her mouth at will. She is willing to accept a bit of pain and discomfort, and sacrifice her pleasure for yours, but if you are mean we will have to put it to a stop.- He looked at Brigitte, whose name he didn't know.- You can sit while you are not being used and have some drinks, but no alcohol, as we want you at the top of your game.
-Thanks, sir.- She sat on a couch with the legs wide open so everybody could see her stuffed pussy through the plastic. She started to stimulate herself clenching her vaginal muscles. If she could manage to arouse herself enough to smell it would be a great addition to her image. Her arms would be held behind her back, as two litle clasps, hanging from the cuffs, joined them to the padlock at the back of the chastity belt. She could open them at any time but from affar looked like she was handcuffed.
About fifteen minutes later arrived Camille, dressed and masked as the female version of a famous cartoon mouse. Her nose was throwing snots all the time and she had a slight headache. She had caught a cold the last night and she was a bit dizzy because of the paracetamol. She wouldn't be able to drink and therefor the party would probably end up being boring. She couldn't be more wrong. As soon as she arrived a friend told her about the so called slut.
She found her still sitting on the couch. Either because Camille's friends were too shy, or not drunk enough, nobody had approached her yet. Everybody though that she was waiting patiently, but in reality she had been masturbating all the time. Not giving it a second though Camille walked towards the slut. She was about to talk with her when she realized that all her friends had suddenly become silent and were staring at them.
Camille felt deeply ashamed and was about to turn around but a voice in her head reminded her that she wouldn't probably have another opportunity to imitate, if only for a moment, the dommes in the videos she used to watch. It was just there, a willing stranger, a leash hanging from her collar, waiting for her. She only had to be brave enough to take advantage. She breathed in and composed herself. Calmly she grabbed the handle of the leash and pulled towards the stairs.
The woman waited until the leash was about to be tense enough to pull on the nipple chain and right then, without any kind of resistance, she got up and followed Camille. The self appointed domme didn't know excatly where she was going, merely anywhere but the living room full of people, but as she got to the upper floor she saw salvation just in front of he eyes. The bathroom door had a latch. They would have privacy there.
As soon as they entered Camille locked the door. She didn't know exactly what to do next, but she knew that she should pretend to be in full control of the situation. She sat on the toilet lifting her white and red dotted skirt and lowered the black thighs pretending to take a pee only to gain time. She grabbed the slut's arm for a moment and somehow the woman understood that she was being told to kneel, which she did right in front of the toilet. Stunned Camille decided to double down on her bluff. She grabbed some paper and pretended to clean herself. Then she shuffled her ass to the front and spread her legs open. To her utter surprise the woman leaned down and started to gently kiss her pussy.
Brigitte didn't have much experience with women. Fortunately a few weeks ago she had met a lesbian couple at a pub that were kind enough to teach her the basics. She softly kissed the young woman's labia several times until they got wet and opened slightly. Then she flicked her clit with her tongue a few times until her temporary mistress moaned for the first time. Then she pressed her mouth against the pussy and inserted her tongue as deep as it went, trying to rub the g-spot. It worked, in no time the young woman was panting heavily and had a hand on Brigitte's nape pressing her forward. When the flow and flavour of the secretions grew she knew that it was time to go for the kill and putting her lips around the clit she sucked. The young woman came hard in her mouth and chin.
For a moment nobody moved or said anything while Camille rested. She was about to get up but as soon as she barely moved her hand the slut started the cycle of ministrations on her pussy. It was not over yet, the woman wanted more of her. She of course gladly let her go on. The second orgasm took more time but it was equally intense.
The whole process repeated a third time, Camille moved slightly and understanding that she had recovered of the post orgasmic bliss Brigitte attacked again. Camille understood that the woman would go on until she clearly ordered her to stop. Except that she had no fucking reason to make her stop. It was the best day of her life. She would take as much as the slut were willing to give.
After the fourth orgasm Camille knew that it was enough. The headache had been forgotten for a moment but the snots kept bothering her. She softly pushed the slut's head aside. Brigitte resisted for a moment. She was enjoying the young domme's flavour and attitude. She was sure that she had done well and didn't undestand why the change of heart. Camille pushed again and Brigitte accepted her defeat. The young woman helped Brigitte getting up by gently pulling on the leash.
-You have done well, pet.- Camille improvised, while getting dressed, but sadly her nose full of snot distorted her voice in a very unsexy manner.
-Thank you, ma'am.- Brigitte kissed the lips of Camille's mask.
Blushing and amazed Camille opened the door to find that four of her friends were at the other side. They congratulated her for the performance, proving that they had been listening for a while. She felt even more embarrassed but curiously also proud. Her bravery, had been thoroughly rewarded. The slut seemed to have enjoyed her company too. Big success. Her friends could joke around but she had won the day. Turning her head she saw that one of her male friends entered in the bathroom and locked the door.
She went to grab a drink and then, out of curiosity went back upstairs. For about twenty minutes she stayed there leaning against the wall watching as one friend after the other went in. The first one had been there for about fifteen minutes and when he opened the door he was dizzy. According to his audible moans and the occasional slurping sounds he had orgasmed thrice. Immediately after him a second guy went in. Not long after a friend, worried that her boyfriend would want to make use of the slut, insisted on going back home. Her boyfriend got pissed but accepted. Camille used the opportunity to go home in their car as well. The snots were still an issue and the headache had come back. Besides her night couldn't possibly get better. Quite the opposite, she'd had to suffer seeing the slut, that for a moment had belonged to her, being used by others. Also she wanted to think on the things she had done and seen. Still she decided to press her look. She wrote a message in a piece of paper offering the slut to meet with her again some other day, and put it in a pocket in her coat, that the slut had left on the couch. She proposed a day and an hour, and a parking lot not too close to her home as a place. It would work or not, but it was worth trying.
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About an hour later, still sitting in her car, Silvie noticed something odd. She had saw too many people walking in the direction of the party, of different ages and many of them without a costume. Olivier had said about ten people but she had seen many more than ten. Angry and worried Silvie went to the house.
She was right. In the house there were too many and most of them weren't even talking to those who were wearing costumes. Very likely word had spread and many opportunist had popped up. She quickly found the coat still on the couch but no sign of Brigitte. When she found Olivier, he was half drunk, obviously not watching over Brigitte as he had been told. Fortunately he knew that Brigitte was still in the bathroom.