Party games.

We arrived at Mistress and Master John's house about an hour before the guests arrived. They greeted us as warmly as ever, and we checked how Mistress was faring. "I am tired still, I will not be significantly involved with people tonight, and I had to get a few stitches." Miranda wore a leather harness that set off her nudity and showed the white gauze covering her stitches.

I moaned, thinking of what Master John has said on multiple occasions. He noticed and shot me a look, smiling. "So, Kimmie, ready for your first party?" John was wearing a leather strap around his cock and balls and nothing else, and it made his flaccid cock look so much more prominent.

I looked around the room and saw a tray of the little spikey balls, a large tarp against the ground and a wooden backboard, obviously to protect the wall from bad throws. But I also noticed two long, strangely shaped spikes and a hammer. Sharp on one end and flaring out at the other end. "Yes, Master John, can I ask what they are for?"

John smiled, "Those are to ensure you don't move." The confusion on my face must have given away what I didn't understand how. "We are going to nail your hands to the backing board."

I moaned and felt my knees weaken, "Really?" I asked. John and Mistress nodded as Mark just smiled, that is so hot," I added.

All three laughed. "Now," Mistress said, "Mark, did you think about what we discussed last week?"

Mark nodded, "I did, and I think I want to participate."

Mistress smiled as I said, "I thought that would be a given?"

John laughed, "There are rules, Kimmie; Mark would have told you the winner gets you for the night. However, if the one who provides you wins, things are a little different."

I noticed I was panting and could feel my nipples hardening, "Different, how?" I asked.

Mark stepped over to me and started to pull the coat from my shoulders. I was naked but for shoes underneath. "If I win, then I get to set limits," he said. "As in, I get to choose, who participates, and what they can do."

"And if you win?" I asked him.

"Everyone will participate, and it will probably be a couple of weeks before you are ready to go again," he told me as he kissed my neck.

I could feel my arousal running down my leg, "Your limits are going to be very high, aren't they?" I asked him.

"Very," he whispered, and I shuddered, already on the verge of an orgasm.

"So, Master John, Mistress, who nails me to the wall?" I asked.

Mistress looked towards John, "John is much better at the fine work needed not to cause any permanent damage."

John gestured towards the wall, and I walked over and knelt, naked in front of it. "Spread your knees," he ordered, slowly positioning me. Once he had me roughly how he wanted me, he picked up one spike and the hammer. He knelt in front of me, "Left hand, up here," he tapped with the nail. I moved my left hand up. "Palm out," I did as instructed. I was panting and could feel my cunt twitching in arousal. I was about to be nailed to a wall for the pleasure of others, and I loved it.

"Good, right there." He felt, with one finger, the flesh and bone of my hand before pausing, "Between your index and middle finger will do nicely." He placed the sharp spike against the spot he indicated. "Don't close your eyes. In fact, I want you to watch."

I turned to face my hand and moaned as he brought the hammer to the head of the nail. Slowly he pulled the hammer back, and I shuddered in pleasure and expectation. As he brought the hammer forward, I concentrated on keeping my hand right where it was. I heard the sound of metal on metal but didn't feel a thing, for the first second or so. Then I felt it all.

He'd managed to drive the nail down about three-quarters of the length, and my hand screamed in pain. I groaned through it even as I felt myself cumming. A second lighter tap pushed it the rest of the way home, pinning my hand flat against the wall.

John looked towards me as if checking on me and I said, "More."

He smiled and held out a hand, and Mistress placed the second nail in it before he moved to my right hand. I had already lifted it to the wall, palm out. He smiled, "Good girl," before he felt my palm, he reached between my legs with the head of the hammer and ran it between my cunt lips. "Don't think I didn't notice you cumming from that."

He repeated the process with the second nail, finding the best spot in my hand before positioning it and driving it home. And I repeated the process of watching him crucify me while I came in sick arousal.

Mistress stepped over as John stood up; she reached down to stroke his cock, which had partially hardened as he impaled me. "She was well-behaved. I think she deserves a reward."

John smiled and stepped closer to me, and I opened my mouth to let him be the first of the night to fuck my face.

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