Hilda, as well, greeted all the guests warmly. She was well known among the group as someone who liked to play with men as well as women. There was always a Master or Mistress willing to share his or her subordinate with her.

After everybody loosened up with a drink and made themselves comfortable, Hans led his sex-slave to the dungeon. This would actually be her truly first visit there. Hans had purposely avoided bringing her to this room for this precise reason. He wanted her fresh for this evening. Marcie followed along, as she was being led by her leash, down the short flight of steps into the darkened dungeon. The only lights were the colored halogen lights strategically placed in the ceiling. The walls were painted pitch black and the red carpeting that covered the entire floor gave the room an eerie sense. A spanking horse was situated along the left wall, so that the spankee’s bottom was pointed toward the middle of the room. Two parallel chains hung from the ceiling across the room. Along the right wall was a St. Andrews cross. There was also a pegboard next to the wooden horse hanging on the wall with every implement imaginable. The specter stunned Marcie somewhat, leaving her to wonder if her Master really used all of this stuff.

Hans led his slave toward the horse. She gulped when she stood in front of it, but then again, she volunteered to be his sex-slave. This would be just the next phase. She was ready.

When he ordered her to lean over the sturdy looking well built piece of wood, she was grateful for the leather padding in all the right places. The red, blue, yellow and green lights seemed to be brighter now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but her apprehension grew anew when he chained her wrists down in front and her ankles in back. Her vulnerability seemed to triple.

She could here the group that had gathered around to witness her first spanking in the dungeon and although it unnerved her somewhat, she was comfortable with the fact that all of these people were like minded and wouldn’t feel that she was some kind of a pervert. She tried to look around to see what her Master was doing and for her trouble he placed a blindfold over her eyes. That would prevent her from being so inquisitive, Hans explained.

Sight deprivation made her other senses soar and she relaxed her bottom when she felt something hard touch it. It felt like a paddle and when it left her bare bottom, she was ready for the impact. Hans did not disappoint her. The hard leather instrument exploded onto her upturned behind with such force that she yelped as much from the suddenness as she did from the powerful jolt . The hard leather was wide enough to cover both cheeks at once and when Hans handed the paddle to one of the other dominants, Marcie felt another devastating blow. Including Hans and Hilda there were eight dominants–four Doms and four Dommes in all and they each took a turn spanking Marcie’s bottom, one spank at a time until the sex-slave’s entire well-rounded bottom was bright red. Poor Marcie had received about sixty spanks by the time they were done.

Her initiation done, Marcie was compelled by Hans to kneel at the feet of each dominant and thank each one for her spanking. She was then to rise to her feet and give each one a hug. Even though her cherry red bottom seared, she smiled broadly feeling she’d been accepted by the group.

The evening then progressed with each Master and Mistress making good use of Hans splendid dungeon. Mistress Grace chained slave kyle up by his wrists and she and Mistress Hilda double teamed him. Grace stood behind him with a hard wooden paddle and was spanking him repeatedly while Hilda stood in front of his naked body and was whipping his cock with a short coarse haired flogger. When Grace whacked his butt, he would thrust his pelvis forward where Hilda would lash his swollen male member. They kept this up for quite a while and from the looks of kyle’s hard-on, he was enjoying it.

Master Michael had his female slave tethered face forward to the St. Andrews cross where he whipped every inch of her back, buttocks and thighs. Then she was turned around and nipple clamps were put in place as well as metal clamps to her pussy lips. She was then lashed down the front of her body, including breasts, inner thighs and pussy.

Yelps and cries were prevalent throughout the room. When one scene stopped another would take it’s place.

Marcie, for her part, was kept kneeling with her hands bound behind her in one corner of the dungeon. Any dominant, male or female who wished to be sucked off could make use of her availed mouth. They indeed took full advantage of the situation, using the sex-slave to their utter content. Cries of carnal gratification mixed with shrieks of anguish throughout the crowded room.

Hilda was having a ball. After she finished whipping kyle’s cock, she borrowed one of the male dominant’s female slaves and suspended her by her wrists. After stuffing a butt plug up her ass, the tall Domme placed nipple clamps on and put weights on the chain connecting the metal clamps. She then shoved a ten inch dildo with a large wide head into her sopping pussy. Inch by inch she jammed the plastic cock in until only the wide base was showing. A riding crop was then used on the insides of her spread thighs, which were held apart by a spreaderbar. The red head cried out after each swat which intermingled with the rest of the crescendo of voices that echoed around the walls of this room.

Scenes such as this continued for hours. People wandered in and out of the dungeon all night, while mingling with each other in the livingroom. Jubilant laughter and painful cries converged throughout the evening. Hans even made available some other rooms in the house that could be used by anyone who wanted to have a private session.

Then Hans announced a special surprise and for everyone to report to the dungeon. After all the guests filed into this special room, the host of the evening called his sex-slave, Marcie and his second cousin, Hilda together. He had not told either of them of his plans. He looked at Hilda, who returned the glance with her nose held high.

“I think it is time Hilda that we show these people what a good slave you can be.”

Her face went ashen as she heard what Hans was saying. It was true that she was also Hans slave at times, but she was caught completely off guard and she really didn’t know what to say.

“Yes, slave Hilda, I think it’s high time you get the balance you sorely need, he said calmly.

The tall blonde had no recourse. She did, after all, come here originally to be his sex-slave just as Marcie has done. Since she was his second cousin, there could be no charge of incest.

Hans continued. Hilda, I want you to strip naked immediately! His eyes pierced her brain and she slowly began divesting herself of her clothing until she, totally disconcerted, stood there bare naked, with her lemon shaped breasts sticking out proudly and her neatly shaped pussy mound showing prominently. Some gasps could be heard from some guests, for this was a totally unexpected turn of events.

Hans then looked at Marcie. You have been such a delight as my sex-slave the past couple days, I’m going to give you a treat.”

“Yes Master, Marcie replied in a confused tone.

“How many times has Hilda spanked and whipped you in the past few days?”

“I–I don’t know M–Master, she answered nervously.

“Would you like to get even? He asked with raised eyebrows. Their was some murmuring among the guests.

“Well, I–I don’t know Master.”

His eyes then focused on hers. Do you remember our conversation earlier today?”

“Y–Yes Master.”

“About not embarrassing me!”

“Y–Yes Master.”

“Then you will do as I say or be punished severely. I want you to whip Hilda!”

Her eyes narrowed. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She feared, however, if she refused he would turn her away and she really wanted to remain his slave. She also was cognizant of the fact that Hilda could exact retribution on her when Hans was at work. All of this permeated through her brain. She had to decide quickly.

Marcie looked directly at the handsome, noble faced German. Yes Master.”

Hilda didn’t know what to think. Hans was going to let his sex-slave, a woman who his cousin had lorded over, whip her. Hilda was indeed appalled but what could she do? Hans was right, she did need the balance. But to be whipped in front of these people by someone who was supposed to be her subordinate was truly mind boggling. She could refuse, but the consequences of that action could be worse.

Hilda held her head up and spoke. Very well, how do you want me?”

“Walk over to the chains! Hans spoke tersely. When she complied he put leather cuffs on each wrist and raised each one high in the air, attaching each cuff to a link in the chain. Her back was facing the center of the room and Hans put a spreaderbar in place between her ankles forcing her legs wide.