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Andrea’s confusion was compounded when the apparent host escorted her away from Joe, saying that he wanted to introduce her to the other guests. Andrea’s mind was whirling as Joe accepted the offer, handing Andrea over to the husky sounding gentleman. Andrea grew worried as she wondered where Joe was, and why he let her go, still blindfolded, and with an apparent stranger. Andrea’s confusion was compounded when, one by one, she was introduced to another gentleman, or another couple, and then handed off for them to escort her to yet another new stranger. Andrea’s fragile mind and senses were bombarded with different voices, different hands holding hers, different colognes, different hugs, and different kisses. However, each man always complimented her appropriately always kissing the back of her hand, and every woman always kissed each cheek. Andrea wondered if she were the only woman blindfolded, since everyone she was introduced to, seemed to be able to see her, yet none of the women spoke. The only female voices Andrea ever heard were those of the apparent waitresses, asking if any of the men would like a drink. During the time that Andrea was being “passed” around, she heard the room quiet just before another couple was introduced by the butler, on several occasions. She never took notice of the gentlemen’s names; however, she quickly realized that every lady introduced was referred to as a particular type of flower.

Despite the worries and confusion, Andrea could feel herself becoming aroused as she received the attention from every male she was introduced to. Every kiss tingled through her body, making her acutely aware of her achingly taut nipples. She desperately wanted to rub her palms over her breasts, just to see how visible they were to everyone else in the room. The ordeal continued for seemingly an eternity, nearly driving Andrea insane. The introduction routine was interrupted by what sounded like an old grandfather clock, chiming at midnight. Andrea didn’t take notice of how many times the chimes rang, but she did notice how the room became extremely quiet. Andrea was quickly and quietly led to a chair in which she sat. She sank comfortably into the oversized chair, melting into the soft cushions enveloping her.

The sounds of music filled Andrea’s ears as she sat, wondering what was happening. By the clarity of the music, Andrea surmised there was a live band nearby playing some kind of jazz tune. The instrumental music was almost hypnotizing as the bass guitar and drums maintained a syncopated beat that thumped through Andrea’s chest, while the melodic harmonies droned, starting with a low hum and ever so slowly building to higher heights. Andrea quickly lost herself in the music, enveloped by its power, forgetting her surroundings and her worries.

Nearly five minutes had passed as Andrea sat in the comfortable chair, totally oblivious to her surroundings. Then she heard something through the music, something that caught her attention! She focused on the faint sound pushing the nearby music to the background. She heard it again. It was somewhere to her right. Focusing in that direction, she heard the sound more definitively. It was a woman moaning! But Andrea sensed something unique. This woman was moaning in pleasure … almost like … sexual pleasure. Then she heard it again, more clearly. This time it was right in front of her. The moans were more muffled, like she had something in her mouth; but it was definitely a woman moaning in front of her. Not long thereafter, Andrea heard the sounds all around her. Women were moaning throughout the room, painting pictures in Andrea’s mind as to what was happening all around her. If Andrea thought she was becoming erotically stimulated before, she was into overdrive now! The smell of cologne and perfume surrounding her was gradually replaced by the distinctive odor of fresh sex. Andrea then grew acutely aware of the sound of grunting men, some of whom seemed to be standing right next to her.

Andrea desperately wanted to reach out and try and touch someone, but she was also very aware of her “position” and constantly fought to restrain herself. She also increasingly wanted to touch herself, as she became increasingly aroused, feeling the wetness gather in her loins. She shifted constantly, trying to alleviate the pressure, only to find out she had to fidget again. It was nearly too much for her to hold herself back, until she started thinking about Joe. Where was he? Was he fucking some broad? Was he getting his cock sucked by someone? Was he nearby watching her fidget nervously?

The ordeal continued for nearly three hours as Andrea remained in the seat. Her mind flipped back and forth between Joe and the obvious fucking and sucking going on around her. Little by little, the human sounds were replaced by the music, seemingly playing the same song as when they started. Eventually there were no more sounds other than the music, which faded one instrument at a time, till there was no more music playing. Then there was silence! Andrea sat, mentally exhausted, tired from the **** she had endured. Again she grew worried, as she now sat in silence. Was she alone, or were people watching her? Where was Joe? Was he coming to get her?

Andrea nearly jumped out of her seat when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her startled mind was soothed as Joe’s voice whispered in her ear, “Time to go, my buttercup.” He helped Andrea to her feet and escorted her to the foyer. The click of her heels on the marbled floor rang familiarity in her ears.

Andrea then heard the unmistakable voice of the butler. “Ma’am, may I please have the blindfold?” She allowed Joe to help remove the blindfold. She was blinded by the bright white lights that filled the foyer, her eyes trying to readjust to light. She vaguely watched the butler place the blindfold in the drawer next to him before she was escorted outside by Joe. The midnight atmosphere was easier on Andrea’s eyes as she spotted the car, the door being held open by the same elderly gentleman as before. The mansion was no longer bathed in light. The only light was a soft yellow light illuminating the fountain statue. Before climbing in the car, Andrea noticed that all the limousines were gone, and their car seemed to be the last one there.

Andrea climbed in. The valet closed the door as Joe circled to his side and climbed in. The two drove off, leaving the mansion behind, crossing through the gate, and back onto the open roadway. Joe looked at Andrea briefly, who sat there with a million questions running through her mind. Joe coughed intentionally, as if clearing his throat. “I know you have a million questions you want to ask. However, please don’t ruin an otherwise wonderful evening.” He lowered his eyes as he frowned, before returning his attention to the road.

Andrea looked down to see what Joe was looking at, when she suddenly remembered. “I’m sorry …” Andrea quickly adjusted her dress, exposing her swollen pussy, wet with desire and anticipation. She then added, nearly forgetting, “MASTER!”

“That is very good, even though you should be punished for having to be reminded.”

Andrea didn’t want any punishment. She wanted sex! She also wanted answers about Joe’s fidelity. She concocted a way to find out. “MASTER, can I give you a blowjob?” She figured she’d be able to tell if Joe had fucked any of the women there by either his response, or by how much cum she would swallow. She didn’t anticipate his smart response.

“My dearest ****, you must be very horny right now. Trust me. I appreciate your attempts to please me. However, you must still learn your place in this relationship. When we get home you are to reread the contract in its entirety. Please pay special attention to the part where it states, the **** shall never ask for sex, but trust that her MASTER will take note of her aroused state and make a decision accordingly. The **** may only indicate the level of her aroused state, making a statement of what she wishes to do.” Joe had repeated verbatim what Andrea had just remembered. “Any questions you may have, can be entered into your diary if you so desire. I may at my discretion answer them if I so wish. Now, since you’ve scored two strikes since we’ve left the party, I think it’s time for a little test of your code knowledge.”

Andrea cringed, hearing that she had earned two strikes. She didn’t want to be spanked tonight, she just wanted sex. She tried her best to concentrate on Joe’s hands as he flashed the signals. With his hands on the steering wheel, she spotted him put two fingers down, and spread apart. She remembered that one, and slowly parted her legs wider and wider until Joe stopped giving the command. Andrea’s legs were spread wide, exposing the puffy pink lips of her damp pussy. She sat motionless, watching Joe intently as he continued driving.

Joe waited as he drove, satisfied that Andrea knew the first code he gave her. He wanted her to think about it for a while before flashing the next command. He also wanted to see if Andrea ever faltered in keeping her focus. After what seemed like forever he held four fingers up against his cheek as if he was thinking. Just as he had anticipated, his move was so nonchalant, that Andrea did not notice. The only thing she could think about was that her legs were splayed wide open and her pussy was in plain view. Joe waited a little while longer; Andrea still didn’t catch it. Joe cleared his throat and said, “That’s three.”

Andrea snapped out of her trance, concentrated on Joes hand and noticed he had four fingers raised. She cursed herself for not picking it up right away, and worried about the punishment. She tried to remember the code, but they were all scrambled in her brain now. It took her a little bit longer than it should have to figure out what she was to do. Nonchalantly, she brushed at her breasts, as if she were removing lint from the fabric. It was clearly evident that she was indeed aroused, her nipples protruding clearly through the fabric. She had just answered one of her questions from earlier, wondering if the other guests could see her taut nipples. She lightly brushed her hands over the sensitive area once more, continuing to watch Joe as she did so. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her focus on Joe while her body was responding to the fleeting touches across her breasts. The familiar ache of need and anticipation grew within her as she continued. She knew that if Joe kept the signal up, that she was to become more brazen in her actions. Joe didn’t drop his hand, so Andrea flicked her painted fingernails across the rubbery nubs poking through the gown, causing them to grow longer and more rigid. Andrea’s ache became more intense as Joe was persistent, causing Andrea to pinch and twist her rock hard nipples through her blouse. The peaks were nearly an inch long and super sensitive. Her breathing had become more labored and was coming in shorter, audible gasps. She noticed when Joe changed the signal, giving her permission to sick her hand through the material and fondle her breasts directly. Andrea sighed as she slipped her right hand beneath the black fabric, palming her left tit, the hard nipple poking into her palm. She cupped the full orb noting how firm her breasts still were, pleasantly surprised at how turned on she was just from the manipulation of her breasts. Yet she was still acutely aware of the growing dampness in her pussy, and the growing urge to touch herself down there; however, Joe did not give the approval for that. Andrea switched her attention to the other tit, eliciting another sigh.

Andrea was so wrapped up in herself that she didn’t notice that they were home already. It wasn’t until Joe turned off the car, that she realized where she was. Joe escorted her from the car and into the house, stopping her in the living room. He sat in the sofa. He grabbed the remote to the stereo and turned on some music. Oddly, the music sounded vaguely similar to the music that was playing at the mansion. The thumping bass was again pouring through Andrea’s body as the melodic harmonies danced in her head. “Close your eyes ****, and dance to the music,” Joe commanded. Andrea found it easy to do so; she was able to shed her inhibitions about dancing by herself in front of an audience.

After a few minutes the music became more forceful, with a driving movement. Andrea was only slightly surprised to hear her master’s next command. “Do a striptease dance,” Joe ordered. Keeping in time with the music, Andrea swayed more pronounced as she ran her hands over every curve of her body. She only had one garment to remove since she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, other than her heels. She was about to kick them off when Joe told her to keep them on. She danced as best she could while pulling the strap from around her neck. Once she had that accomplished, the dress fell to the floor little by little with each sway of Andrea’s shapely hips. Andrea was lost in the music, feeling very sexy, when Joe suddenly turned it off.

“That was good, my ****.” Andrea stood in shock at the sudden interruption, breaking her trance, and bringing her building excitement to a screeching halt. “Let’s not forget the strikes you have tonight! Assume the standing position!” Andrea reluctantly spread her feet shoulder width apart, clasped her hands behind her back, squared her shoulders jutting out her breasts, and bowed her head slightly, breaking eye contact with Joe. Joe was amazed at how willingly and quickly Andrea obeyed. “Tonight’s punishment will be slightly different.” Joe pulled Andrea’s special diary from under the table and placed it on top. “First, we have new rules to be added! I like the way you look in heels, so from now on you will ALWAYS wear heels unless it’s totally impractical to do so. You may only have one pair of sneakers, and one pair of flats; all your other flats shall be thrown out by tomorrow evening. Understand?”

“Yes, MASTER,” Andrea meekly replied.

“Good! Now secondly, you are to practice striptease dancing every day this coming week for three hours each day. Each night after dinner, you will perform your practiced routine for me. Each night you will perform with a different outfit, and different music. Is that clear?”

“Yes, MASTER!”

“Good. Make sure these get put in your book! Thirdly, review your book from beginning to end, once more, paying close attention to the part we discussed earlier. You may be tested on it tomorrow morning! Can I trust you to do that, ****?”

“Yes, MASTER!”

“Okay! Since I’ve taken notice that you have been feeling kind of randy today, I will grant you the release you’ve been seeking, once your other tasks have been completed. When they are done, you are to masturbate yourself to orgasm. When you have completed that, I want you to detail everything, including your thoughts in your diary. I will review it in the morning. When you have completed everything you may come to bed! Good night!” Joe kissed Andrea on the cheek and headed upstairs, leaving her behind. Andrea remained in her position waiting for Joe to head up the stairs. Just before he headed up the steps, Joe turned and added something else for Andrea to think about. “By the way, tomorrow, you’re going to be taking a trip to the adult store in town to buy some toys. Keep that in mind while you play with yourself tonight.”