Tea Party Setup

It was finally Friday, November 12th, the day of the tea party. Sarah took the day off. She had also arranged with Al to be gone the entire weekend. He, of course, wanted details, but she told him that it was research for an upcoming paper -- a blockbuster, she hoped -- and, yes, was sexually related, well ok, actually it was sex, but only with other women, and aside from that she was not ready to talk about it yet, and hoped he'd understand.

Following the directions in her email, Sarah pulled her car through the gates of an estate on the edge of town. 'Not just an estate,' she thought. 'The biggest estate.' It was big enough to have two separate driveways, each with its own gate, exiting onto different roads. 'I'm coming in the servants' entrance,' she mused.

She parked her car, walked to the back door, and knocked. The door was answered immediately by Emily. Emily was fully made up and had her hair in a beautiful up-do. This look was offset by her clothes, which consisted of a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants.

Emily looked down. "I'm nude most of the day, so I just dress for comfort at setup," she said. "Take off your clothes, and then you can help set up the others, I'll leave you til last."

As she stripped, Sarah wondered what that meant. She put her clothes into a plastic bucket marked, "Sarah", and then followed Emily to the next room.

Eight women stood there, all completely nude. "Everybody, this is Sarah. We're running a little late, so Sarah, no introductions until later. We're all here, we can get started," said Emily.

"I'd like to remind everybody about proper language. Use the ladies' party names at all times. Please try to remember all the special requests, you wouldn't enjoy being punished! Next, special assignments for today -- Debbie and Ellie."

Debbie was the tall, all-American, voluptuous blonde that Sarah had met at the law office. Ellie was a beautiful Black woman with a large afro. "Oh, no," Debbie said. "Kate again?"

"Afraid so!" said Emily brightly.

"Next, Miss Liz said I should surprise her, so the rest of you are drawing straws." Emily held out a fistful of straws, and the girls all chose. The losers were Susie, another blonde, and Candy, a thin brunette woman with a wide, beautiful mouth. 'Are these real names?' wondered Sarah.

"Ok, the rest of you are on waitress duty. You know what to do. Come along, sluts!"

The four chosen women followed Emily to the next room. Sarah, not knowing what to do, but figuring she was definitely in the "slut" category, followed Emily.

They walked through several small hallways to a nondescript door. Emily marched through, and Sarah realized that they had emerged from the servants' wing to the main house. This room was a dining room, with high, vaulted ceilings and a large wall of windows that looked down over a manicured lawn. Chandeliers hung from the vaults.

A round table was already set in the middle of the room, and tea service carts were parked near swinging doors that, Sarah surmised, led to the kitchen.

The table was set for four, and the chairs were of a type Sarah had never seen before. Emily and the other women walked to the table, so Sarah followed.

Each chair, Sarah saw, had two layers. She watched as Emily helped Debbie into the lower layer of one of them. Debbie sat down carefully, laying far back. Her breasts jutted upward, and she spread her legs nearly as wide as she could, placing her feet into what could only be described as stirrups.. Then she put her arms into wooden sleeves along the sides.

"Like this," said Emily, as Sarah watched. Emily fastened each of Debbie's ankles into place, using straps that were built into the chair, then fastened another set of straps just above Debbie's knees. Then, she strapped Debbie's arms into the sleeves. Debbie could not move. Next, Emily undid a clasp and slid the upper seat down until it reached Debbie's face. That's when Sarah realized that the upper seat had a large, face-sized hole in the center, and a cushion along one edge. Debbie aligned her face, and Emily slid contraption carefully over her head and locked it into place.

The effect was one of complete submission. Sarah looked closely at the chair. If she sat down, she realized, her ass would land directly on Debbie's face. If she relaxed, she supposed, Debbie's mouth would be right near her asshole. And, if she were to look down, she would see Debbie's breasts sticking up between her legs, and Debbie's pussy spread lewdly down near her feet.

'That is ingenious', she thought.

Looking closer at the chair, she saw that the back was on small wheels. "What's this for?" she asked.

Debbie smiled up at her. "So they can spin around and stick their pussy in my face," she said.

Emily was already working to set up the next woman, so Sarah went to help the third. In short order, all four women were bound in chairs.

Emily picked up some napkins and walked around the table. She took two per place, and folded them into an upright shape. One she set on the plate, and the other, after a "Sorry", she set on the face of the woman in the chair.

"They like a bit of unveiling," she explained to Sarah.

Next, Emily walked over to a service cart near the kitchen doors. Sarah hadn't looked closely at it before, but now saw that it held a dizzying number of bondage implements, mostly leather or chrome. Emily selected a pair of clamps with a chain between them and a riding crop. She walked back to the table and set these at the plate where the Black woman lay waiting.

"Sasha has a standing request," she explained. "All the ladies have different requests and desires, and all the sluts are required to know them all and follow. I mean, except you, you're special!"

"Next, the vibrators," she announced. There were a couple of groans.

Next to each plate was a vibrator and a remote control. "Lube up the vibrator," she said, "and then slide it in gently. Once you're sure it is in, turn it on, but only on the lowest setting."

"Why not do this before they get in the chairs?" asked Sarah.

"It's more humiliating this way," said Emily. "And sometimes Miss Liz inspects during setup."

Sarah had never done this for another woman, but, she reflected, it wasn't so different.

"Whew," said Emily. "Now for you."

"Now, Sarah," said Emily. "This is really your last chance if you want to back out. Once setup is done... you're there. You're at their mercy. Now, Miss Liz didn't lie. It will all go down like she said, and she will take care of you. But... it will go down like she said, you have to really want that."

"I do," said Sarah.

"Great!" said Emily. "I thought you would, you being such a huge slut and all! This way!"

Sarah followed Emily to the side of the room. A machine sat in a small depression in the floor.

"This is a sybian," said Emily. "It's kind of a mega-vibrator. Start by straddling it, and insert that part into your pussy. The ladies will be able to make you get off if they want."

Sarah straddled the thing and sat down, sliding the attachment in. It was cold.

"Miss Liz had the flooring redone here just for you!" said Emily. "She really spares no expense. It's sunken in so your head is at the right level. And the tiling is new. Plus they installed a drain -- just in case!"

Emily stepped back for a second. "You look beautiful," she said. "And this is going to be so hot." Sarah smiled. "I'm afraid you're going to get rather uncomfortable, though," she added.

Emily picked up some handcuffs and walked behind her. She first cuffed her wrists together, then got more chains and chained her wrists to her ankles. Then Emily gathered up Sarah's hair, and tied it into a ponytail. She tried to get all the hair out of Sarah's face, exposing her completely. Then Emily attached a kind of clip near the base of the ponytail.

"This won't hold you if you struggle really hard, but it might hurt, so just don't struggle, ok? It may take a bit of willpower to really stay, but I think you can do it!"

"Thanks," Sarah said. "I'll try."

Emily went to a cart and returned with a padded piece of wood. It looked a bit like a stool. "This is a support," she said, and slid it over the sybian and behind Sarah. "Lean back a bit, and I'll adjust it. This way you won't get too tired." 'Liz really did think of everything,' thought Sarah.

Emily attached a chain to the clip in Sarah's hair and pulled her head back, until her face was nearly horizontal, and then attached the chain to Sarah's wrists.

"Almost done," she said.

Emily held up something that Sarah took for a collar. "Open up," she said. Sarah opened her mouth wide, and then realized it was a kind of gag. "This is an o-ring," explained Emily. "Keeps your mouth open." Sarah had to stretch to get her mouth around it. "Large size," said Emily, who then reached around and fastened the strap behind Sarah's head.

Emily stood back to admire her work. "You look so great!" she said. "Let me adjust a little..." She stepped forward to tighten the chain pulling on Sarah's head, pulling her head back slightly. "Perfect!"

Sarah could hardly move her head. Emily was working around her, but Sarah couldn't see what she was doing. She tried to talk, but of course couldn't with the gag in her mouth.

"I'm just setting up a platform for the ladies to stand on," explained Emily. "Don't try to talk, it ruins the effect!"

Finally, she went to the side of the room and dragged over a large frame, that appeared to be made of PVC. It fit around the depression in the floor. Then, Emily took a large blanket and draped it over the frame. "Sorry!" she said. Sarah couldn't see anything.