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E065: Emma’s thirty-seventh pearl
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E065: Emma’s thirty-seventh pearl Donald and Emma go to bed early Friday night. Between the amazing events of today and wanting her to be fresh and well-rested for tomorrow, Donald gives her a sleeping pill to take and puts the mask over her eyes to help her fall into darkness and sleep. He holds her tight, so she knows she is safe. But Donald does not have a good night. He tosses and turns as he has a horrible dream which frightens him some. But that part will be told later. In the morning, he removes Emma’s mask and sends her off to tan again and be massaged. Again, Karen takes a great deal of care over her, as instructed, to make sure Emma is relaxed and nimble. A warm shower with Donald, him also taking his time over her. All the events of yesterday, and what Donald said could happen on future Fridays makes her a little giddy. He dries her and then applies the same glittering lotion he had used on her on Wednesday. Donald styles her hair in a rather elaborate manner. Her make-up today, again in the warm browns, is darker and more intense than she has ever worn. She begins to wonder just what is ahead today. He applies a darker rosy-brown blush to each of her areolas making them stand out even more. Though her tanning has made them a bit darker, this really shows them off. Donald pinches each nipple to harden them. When each is perky, Donald puts on gold chained clamps to her nipples. This chain is a new one; hanging from each lasso on her breasts is are five gold stems, each with a different size gold globe at the end. This added weight pulls on her nipples in a new way. When Donald places the center chain through her necklace loop to bring down to attach the clamp to her clit, it sends electric waves through her whole body. He rubs her clit to harden it now so that the lasso can go over it too. Emma moans with delight. Then he has her bend over the counter and after lubing her, he shows her a glass plug with a gold cap and ring on the end, which he presses up in her. It is on the rather large size so fills her fully. He admires Emma’s sexual beauty she displays before him. He kisses her just on the lips, as he does not want to smear her lipstick too much. But then realizes that after eating, he will need to touch it up, so presses his tongue into her and runs it all around her mouth, exploring every inch of it. They have breakfast, well lunch really, around noon before they dress. Donald feeds Emma each bite and tips a glass of wine for her to drink. Donald knows she needs to be completely relaxed today for this to work. When finished, Donald tells Emma to go to her room to wait for him. She does as he says, still wondering what is ahead for her. She stands with her hands behind her neck, legs apart as he expects her too. When Donald comes in he is wearing a tuxedo and looks gorgeous. Now Emma is really wondering what is ahead. He takes her hand and leads her to the couch, he lays a towel over his pants, so Emma’s glitter lotion does not rub off oh him. He takes her on his lap and begins to tell Emma what is going to happen. “Emma, it is somewhat of a tradition with some of my colleagues at the Institute, that at the end of a Subject study, the individual is presented to the group at a private dinner at our club to show off the success of the project,” he begins. “The subjects are dressed similarly to how you are now when presented. We will be in a lounge first, and only the colleagues will see you this way. No one else. There are six other men and Connie. All who have presented subjects of their own in this way,” he goes on. “In the lounge, you will walk around how I taught you Thursday, your head high, back straight and stopping now and then to spread your legs and bend over. Perhaps, after seeing your wonderful performance on the broadcast, we should put a bench in the middle of the room for you to do something like that also,” Donald suggests. “But, Emma, if you are not sure about it, I can call it all off. As I told you, I will never make you go farther than where you want to again,” Donald concludes. Emma looks at him thoughtfully before replying, “Sir, if this is what you want me to do, I will be happy to please you so.” Donald smiles at her and hugs her. “Emma, they will not touch you as they have others in the past, only look at your beauty and enjoy your charms. But if anything, anything, makes you uncomfortable and you want it to stop, we must have a safe word for you to let me know,” Donald warns her. “Like what?” Emma asks. “Well, it needs to be terms which would be confusing to them, but you can remember. Think about our time at the beach, if you are starting to get uncomfortable for where it is leading, feeling you are approaching a yellow light, say ‘swimming.’ If it suddenly gets to a level which needs to stop immediately, like a red light, say ‘diving.’ They will think you are describing how you are feeling about it, but I will know I must step in and end it. Do you think you can remember those?” Donald replies. “Those are perfect, easy for me to remember, and while I will try to see this through, I thank you for looking out for me and giving me a way to step away from it,” Emma says as she kisses and hugs him. The shoulders of his jacket now have a little glitter on them too, but not enough to be too noticeable and rather adds to the glow coming from Emma. “Emma, remember everything you have learned over these weeks, feel the confidence you have developed to be proud of yourself. You are very beautiful,” Donald whispers in her ear. Emma nods solemnly in reply. “I will explain more about the dinner when we get to that part, but I think you will be up to it. As I said, there will be just the eight of us, and you, the food will already be there for us to serve ourselves, so again, no one else will see you,” Donald promises. Donald has her stand, leaves the room for a minute and comes back with two more glasses of wine, which they drink sitting side by side. When done, Donald has Emma bend over, and he takes the plug out, telling her to go and try to pee as much as she can so she is empty before they leave. When she is finishing, Donald comes in the bathroom, wipes her and rubs her slit to start making her wet, and has her bend over the counter for him to reinsert the now clean plug. When in, he has her sit on the stool as he fixes her hair some and freshens her makeup. They return to the bedroom, and Donald begins to dress her, to a degree. He puts on a dark-brown shelf bra and has everything hanging out, just a little support under her to lift her some, but showing the clamps and jewels hanging from them. The same color garter belt and then<b> sheer </font></b>stockings so all can see the glitter on her legs still. Brown high heels finish this part of her outfit. This is all that she will be wearing at the club. Donald examines his creation, and hurries to the bathroom for the lotion and rubs just a little up and down both stockings so the glitter really shows. He fingers Emma’s slit a little, feeling how nice and wet she is getting. Donald attaches a gold leash to her necklace loop and drops it down between her breasts; it falls to just above her knees. He helps her into a dark-brown light cloak, which comes to mid-calf so the leash is not noticeable. He smiles at his goddess, who is about to make him so proud. In the back of his mind, he is a little unsure about this. Does he really want to share Emma with these men? But he knows if he doesn’t, his authority, and privileged place at the Institute will be questioned. So instead he asks Emma if she is ready to go. Emma nods in return. It is three-thirty when they leave. They arrive at the club at four o’clock. In a private hallway after closing and locking the door behind them, Donald takes off Emma’s cloak and picks up her leash. Usually, the Subject’s outer garments would be hung here in the hall until they were ready to depart, but Donald tosses hers over his left arm to carry in with them. He feels so protective of Emma right now and wants to be able to shield her quickly if anything goes wrong. He had texted ahead how things should be set up in the lounge before they left so when they open the door to the lounge and enter Emma sees two rows of three chairs across from each other by about ten feet. There is one chair at each end to make an open square, and a wide square stool the height of a chair right in the middle of the square. All the chairs in the square have small tables beside them. The men are mingling around waiting, drinks in hand, but as soon as they see Donald entering leading Emma in, they quickly hurry to the chairs on each side. Connie strolls to the chair closes to the door and sits down too. They all wait. Donald, leading Emma, goes first to the bar stand and makes them each a stiff scotch on the rocks, he has Emma take a few sips and then lead her the chair, his chair she knows, at the other end. Donald sits their drinks on his table and drapes her cloak across the back of the chair. He leans close to Emma and whispers, “Are you ready? I will lead you around five times, and then you will go to the center as I sit down. Before I take you, I do want you to have more of your drink to be sure you are calm. Okay?” Emma nods her understanding. And Emma’s public debut begins. Donald slowly leads Emma around in front of the men and Connie, Emma’s head high and in perfect posture. She is confident in the heels now and does not falter. He stops in front of each man and introduces him to Emma, referring to Emma as ‘Z’ as he does so. He tells her what each man does at the Institute. They each stand as Donald does this, and they shake Emma’s hand and tells her how grateful they are for her to join them today. Emma assesses each man as they are introduced. They range in age from late thirties to sixties. All are nice looking in different ways, and all are wearing tuxedos like Donald. Connie has on a long, elegant, form-fitting black gown which is strapless. Emma does not know this but never had these gentlemen been so polite and welcoming to a Subject before. They all immediately realize when she and Donald enter, there was something not only special about Subject Z, but between her and Donald. The stroll seems to go on for a long time, especially when Donald would stop in front of each group of three men and tell her to turn around from them to truly appreciate her. Donald did talk in a kind, low tone to her, so she felt safe, and did as he asked. She notices as she does that all the men are getting harder and harder with each circle. And Connie, well, Emma can see the lust in her eyes. The rounds finished, Donald leads her first back to his chair, and lifts her glass to her lips to take a couple of sips. Emma smiles her gratitude to him. He unclips her leash and tells her in a low voice to go the center stool, sit on it, and try to do what she did on camera the other night. She nods and goes to the center and sits, as Donald does. How the stool is positioned, the men are viewing her from both sides, Donald is behind her back, and she is facing Connie. Who nods encouragingly at her. She spreads her legs wide, so Connie first can enjoy the view of her clamps, and dripping pussy. And then turns to one side and spreads her legs for the men there to enjoy, turns to face Donald and does the same, and then to the other men. All in a clockwise manner. She does the turning again, this time lifting and cupping her tits for them to enjoy, admiring the weights hanging from them. Then again, this time holding her labia apart for their enjoyment letting them see her dripping vulva. Her mons is covered in wetness as is her crack. Emma is not sure why this is turning her on so right now. For her to be an exhibitionist in front of these strangers. It is like the other night when she broadcast. But then she could not see the men, today she can see the desire and yearning on each of their faces, and in their pants. When she finishes this turn, one of the men coughs and squeaks out, “Perhaps we should have an intermission to refill our glass and compose ourselves.” All quickly agree and they first all hurry from the room, even Connie. Emma walks up to Donald and looks at him quizzically. “Emma, they are relieving themselves in the bathrooms. They will be gone for about ten minutes,” He tells her. She drops to her knees, unzips him, and takes his cock out. “If I hurry I should be able to relieve you too, Sir,” she says as she takes his cock full in her mouth, sucking it hard and squeezing the base of his staff. Donald lets out a moan in surprise of what she is doing. Will she be done before they return, or will they walk in on them and see her in action? Just the thought of them being caught makes him cum in a minute. He, like the others, have been holding it in for over an hour of Emma’s show. Emma licks him clean, zips him up again, and after draining her drink take their two empty glasses to the bar stand to refill them. Perhaps the drinks are making her less inhibited, but she feels such a glow coming over her now. She takes the drinks back to Donald, they each take a sip and then she lowers to his knees kneeling at his side. She whispers to Donald, “Sir, how far should I go? Are they going to touch me? Should I allow it?” Donald is overcome with what she is offering, and no, there is no way he wants her to offer herself to these men, or Connie. “Diving, Emma, diving.” She looks at him and smiles, understanding his feelings. Donald goes on in a low voice, “You can stand in front of each, first showing your gleaming slit, and then turn and offer to let them turn your back ring a little, but no more. I don’t think I could take it. But only after you do the bend over and masturbate wiggling your ass. That should be enough entertainment for today.” He holds her glass to her for another sip and has just set it back on the table when the others walk in. Emma is sitting on her knees, her arms stretched holding her in a straight stance at the side of Donald’s leg make them all gasp and feel a new wave of desire running through them. ‘Where had Donald found this perfect gem?’ they all wonder as they fix themselves drinks to keep from getting back into the condition they just got out of. After they are seated, Donald commands her, “Z, go back to your bench and pleasure these men a little more. We have about an hour until dinner will be ready..” Emma stands turns to him and nods and returns to the bench. But now she leans over it, starting at the top of the clock again, her ass if full view of Connie. She spreads her legs wide so not only is her plug filled ass on display but so in her dripping cunt. As they all watch, she spends about five minutes in each position. She is rubbing her slit, up and down working on her clit and pressing fingers up in her, as she reaches around and pulls at the plug a bit. Sighs and soft whimpers come from her lips as she enjoys the rush she is getting from self-serving herself, and that they are watching her do so. Once all four sides have seen the display in front of her, she rises and walks to Donald. Standing just far enough away that everyone understands there will be no touching per se. Emma widens her stance and with her fingers spread her low lips so Donald can see the wonderful pleasure palace he loves so. Donald shows the others the behavior expected of them as he just grins at Emma and does not touch her. When she turns around and bends so her lovingly filled hole is on display, he reaches for the gold ring and turns it three times as she moans with delight. She walks to the first man on the one side and displays herself the same way to him. He looks with pleasure at her cunt dripping. When she turns and bends before him, he looks to Donald for permission. Donald nods his head and holds up three fingers. Everyone in the room now knows what is allowed as Emma complete her rounds. When completed, Donald stands, hands her drink to her to finish, and tells the others to give them about fifteen minutes to get Z ready for dinner. He will press the buzzer when she is prepared. Now Emma is bewildered by what is going to happen next. She has been on display for over two hours, what more will be required of her? Donald picks up her cloak and leads her to a double door, and opens it for them to enter, then closes it behind them. Before Emma can say anything, he crushes her in his arms kissing her, whispering how wonderful she was. So much more than he imagined she would be. Then asks if she is still okay with everything. She needs to say if it wasn’t and it would end now. Emma asks him what is next as she looks at a large round table with eight chairs at it. Well, no, at one seat seemingly at the top of the table, that chair is a little separated from the others. There is a stool on one side of that chair, and wooden steps placed on the other. The table is set elegantly, and there are several large covered serving platters around the table. But the center of the table, a rather large space, is completely empty. “Emma, you are going to be the centerpiece for the meal, you will take your shoes off, climb up on the table here and crawl to the middle of the table. During the meal I want you to assume different poises in different directions so all can enjoy the sexual delights as they enjoy a sensual meal to fill their palates in all ways,” Donald starts. “During the meal, different ones will motion you to crawl towards them, and they will feed you some of each course, and give you sips of wine. Only go as much as you feel you want to. Once the meal is over, you will step down and sit at my side as we have final brandies to complete the meal. Do you think you can do this?” Donald explains and asks. “How many courses? And would you like me to take my stockings, garter, and bra off during the meal?” Emma responses. “Emma, you are becoming my wicked little slut, where do you come up with these ideas? That would be wonderful; they would enjoy it so much there will be probably several trips to the restroom through the meal. I would have never thought of a nice striptease. Wait, I have something for you to add before you start,” Donald exclaimed. He goes to her cloak and pulls out of the pockets elbow length, fingers free, lace brown gloves and helps her put them on. They add to her look so wonderfully. Donald had forgotten them when they arrived, but they will be a perfect addition for what will be ahead. He helps up the steps and on to the table. In the center now, Emma asks if she should start on her knees or her back. Donald ponders for a minute, and suggest she lay on her stomach with her feet touching in a frog-like position so they could admire her lovely ass to start. Emma giggles at the idea and assumes the position. He presses the buzzer and takes his seat. Each place has two bottles of wine, red and white beside them and he fills his first glass with some of the white. The door quickly opens, and the seven, seeming adjusted after the last act, walk into the room. They all walk around the table in a file first to enjoy Emma’s display before taking their seats. They all pour themselves some wine, and the first course, a salad, is passed around. It is rather family-style dining, the food all there for them, and it seems that there are six platters of food around the table to serve in turn. Connie starts the salad course around. As they eat, Emma rolls over and lifts her arms above her head so they can all enjoy the look of the lace gloves now covering her arms. As she does, she glances around, and one of the men beckon to him. He picks up an extra fork at his plate and spears some of the salad and lifts for her to see. She crawls to him and takes the bite. He offers her a couple more as he gazes at her shining boobs in front of him. He would so like to squeeze them or pull on the chain some, but tonight touching is disallowed. He lifts his wine glass for her to sip from and she does. Emma then returns to the center of the table, and on her knees, she slowly peels one of the gloves off and tosses it to the man who had just offered her salad. Emma returns to the center and strikes different poises letting each of the men have their own view of her. The next course is a lemon rice soup. The soup urn is passed around, and each fills their bowls. Emma continues her performance until one of the other men motions for her to come to him. He picks up and extra spoon and feeds her several spoonfuls and then a few sips of his wine. When Emma returns to the center, she strips the other glove off and tosses it to him. The men are getting the idea of this game now and begin to laugh, as does Connie, feeling bad she will miss out on this. A lovely platter of broiled white fish in a wonderful smelling lemon, wine, and garlic sauce is passed around. And again, one of the men gestures for her to come to him. She is happy to see that they all have a special fork or spoon for her, so she does not have to use theirs, and when they lift their wine glass for her, it is always on the other side from where they are drinking. The food is all delicious, and the few bites are all that she could eat now as her stomach is fluttering at what she is doing. She is trying to do all this to please Donald, but she is not sure she likes it fully. Yes, at first, the thought of exhibiting herself for them, as she had done on the computer the other night was exciting. But as she realizes these are Donald’s colleagues, who he must work with, she begins to wonder if this is what she should be doing. She is not going to give in yet; there are only three more courses to go. So, she unhooks her one stocking, suggestively rolls it down her thigh, over her calf and off. She tosses it to her most recent feeder. The men all clap with glee at this. Emma laughs a little to let them know she is glad that they are pleased. During this whole time, Emma has not looked at Donald, she feels she is better not to look on the man she is doing this for because she loves him so. She is afraid if she does she will cry out, ‘I’m diving, diving, diving.’ So, she keeps up this pretense to make him proud of her. What Emma doesn’t know is that right now Donald is in his own private hell, watching what is happening. ‘Why did he ever agree to this? Why did they ever start this stupid game years ago?' It was all supposed to be in good fun, but now with his growing feelings, he understands each of those women were individuals with sentiments of their own. They all had agreed to go along with this game, and many did enjoy it to its full outcome, but no, it never should have started. The next course, fruit, nuts, and cheese are served around, and after some more erotic compositions for their enjoyment, the fourth indicates for her to come and enjoy some. She eats a bit of pineapple, a piece of cheese, and as he holds up a sugared walnut in his fingers for her to bite, that nut. A little more wine, now a red one, and back in center, he receives her other stocking. In her mind, she realizes that the items she is bestowing on each of them they will treasure and probably hide away somewhere to lust over in the future. She does not want to think about what they might do with them sometime when they are extremely horny. Emma comforts herself knowing there are only two more courses to go. She will get through this. The pasta course is cheese ravioli in a tomato cream sauce. As the next man wiggles his fingers for her to come to him, she crawls to him and eats two of them. They melt in her mouth. Pleasured with the taste, Emma lifts up on her knees and slowly undoes her garter belt in front of him and twirls it for him to take. The room explodes with mirth. Finally, the last course, a steak in a burgundy sauce is passed around. And knowing who the last man is, Emma goes and squats in front of him for him to cut some slices for her to enjoy, a final sip or two of his wine, and then she lifts behind her and undoes her bra, and folding it, hands it to him. In return he takes her hand and kisses it, thanking her for her kind gift. The room roars with applause and Emma stands walks down the table to the steps which Donald help her descend. She goes and sits on the stool next to him, and notices first that Donald has only drunk a little of his first glass of the wine and had left his second drink in the lounge almost untouched. When she turns to him, she sees a troubled look on his face. Brady is served around now, which Donald declines, but gives Emma his glass to enjoy. The one man, the oldest, who had started this stupid game night years ago, comes up to Emma and hands her a dice and asks her to roll it to see what number she gets. She does, and a six comes up. She hears a desperate moan from Donald. The man then takes the dice and rolls. He gets a four. The dice is passed between the men, and when two get the same number, they have to rethrow until each has a unique number from one to six. Donald stands abruptly and throws the cloak over Emma. “Gentlemen, this is enough. The evening is over for us. I hope you enjoyed the entertainment Em... Z provided you, but we must now be going. And know, as far as I am concerned these games have ended today. If I ever hear of one again, I will report it to the Institute’s board,” Donald says in a voice just controlling his rage. Emma quickly buttons up the cloak and steps into her shoes. The men and Connie hurry and stand in a line at the door. The one says, “Donald, I am sorry, we may have stepped over the line just joking tonight, but we understand what you are saying, and yes, I think these enjoyable interludes have run their course.” Then as Donald and Emma leave, each of the men, in turn, take Emma's hand, shakes it and thank her for being so willing to provide them with the best entertainment they have ever had. All say it in a different way, but all do apologize if they made her uncomfortable at all and lifted her hand and gently kissed her to show their gratitude. Connie is by the double doors, and as Donald opens them for them, she hugs Emma and whispers in her ear, “Dear, I don’t believe what you did today. It was wonderful, and I hope it has not hurt you in any way.” And Connie then kisses her cheek. Donald turns to the group and says in a not much calmer voice, “I think you all should probably get cabs to take you home tonight, you all have had a bit to drink.” And with that said, Donald takes Emma’s arm and walks her out of the lounge, down the hall, and out to the car. Emma realizes that Donald had not drunk much to make sure he could get them home safely. She knows she is feeling a little tipsy from it all. As they start for home, Donald keeps asking her over and over if she was okay, and why didn’t she use the safe words if she wanted it to end. Emma begins to cry and sobs out, “Donald, I was doing it for you, it was what I thought you wanted me to do. I am so sorry if our signals got crossed. I couldn’t look at you while on the table because if I did, I was afraid I would have called, out, and I so wanted to make you happy and proud of me.” She places her hand on his thigh and rubs it, telling him, “It is all okay, and I am not scarred from it in any way. Actually, some of it was fun and amused me rather.” As she laughs a little to lighten the mood, she turns to Donald and sees tears streaming down his face. She lifts her hand to rub the back of his neck and asks him what the matter is. He replies that when they get home, he will tell her all about it. She continues to rub his neck as tears while somewhat slowed, do continue to run down his face. The rest of the ride is in silence as tears start to form in Emma’s eyes too, as she imagines the worst. |
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I loved how Emma exposed herself fully to each man, even letting them see her ass plug and wide-open, dripping wet cunt. Loved how they all had to go off to masturbate. I would have had to as well.
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