Chapter 17

Doug had received an invitation to a Halloween masquerade ball and believed that it would be good to get the three of them out of the house and interact with others. The new dynamic was working but each of them were still trying to fit in and find their role. Doug was not used to being uncertain. His personality was commonly described as sharklike, ever moving forward looking for the next kill to devour. Kris had managed to hook him though. He was not sure if the hook would last but for now he wanted it there. Doug was even starting to really like Jim. As a man, Doug had no understanding of why Jim would submit himself to the situation he was in, however, when he reminded himself of Jim’s submissive nature, it fit. Doug chuckled to himself thinking of his implicit sexism, when he thought of submissives, it was never a man that popped into his thoughts! It was apparent to Doug though that Jim’s love for Kris was absolute. Outside of the bedroom, Doug was discovering that Jim was intelligent, well read, and a great conversationalist. He was also a bit of a renaissance man. He had an amazing breadth of knowledge across multiple areas. It still shocked Doug to have Jim discuss business issues or politics and make an argument that Doug had no counter for, but then drop the argument and assume a submissive posture as soon as he became concerned that Doug was upset. Doug was going to have to work to make sure Jim knew that he valued him as a person, not just an object. The way they had been introduced and he had been forced upon Jim was still too fresh in Jim’s memory for that to happen immediately though.

That evening when he told Jim and Kris they would join him at a Halloween costume party organized by a group of fellow dominants, Kris was excited to show off and eagerly accepted the invitation. Jim, on the other hand, felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He had only recently been introduced to his role as a chaste, cuckold submissive and he was still adjusting to the dynamic with Kris and Doug. He currently felt like a third wheel in his own marriage. Jim found himself eager to please and serve them both, but the idea of taking their relationship outside the walls of their house frightened him, especially at a party of this type. Jim had read enough stories on the internet when he was dreaming of being a cuckold to guess what reality would actually be like. He also knew that this was a genie that would not be put back in the bottle. Jim was smart enough to realize that it was not his decision and reconciled himself with going. There was nothing to gain from complaining.

Doug told them he would handle their outfits since he was familiar with the party. He chose to wear tight leather pants that left little to the imagination, showcasing his impressive package, and a form-fitting white shirt that emphasized his ripped physique. His presence demanded attention, and a hint of a sadistic smile played on his lips as he admired his companions for the evening. Kris donned a leather corset that hugged her newly slender frame, accentuating her ample bust. She had worked hard for the last couple of months and had lost most of the extra weight that she had gathered during her marriage. The only extra weight she carried now was in her bust and butt and Doug liked it there just fine! She paired it with a leather mini skirt, garters, stockings, and a tiny leather thong. Kris admired herself and felt empowered and sexy. Her brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail and a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. Doug also gave her a long coat to wear over it which she absolutely adored.

Jim was not as excited about his outfit. Doug had told him to wear a large, locking leather collar around his neck and a pair of matching leather cuffs that could be secured together. To complete his ensemble, Jim wore a comfortable pair of boxers, sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Jim would normally have found these clothes to be great, but looking at the outfits that Kris and Doug were wearing, he knew his was not appropriate. Jim suspected there was a secondary outfit in the duffle bag that Doug was carrying but he was too timid to ask.

The trio set off for the party, with Jim taking the wheel while Kris and Doug relaxed in the back seat, enjoying each other’s company and engaging in passionate kisses. Jim’s nerves were not assuaged when he noticed the bag Doug had loaded into the trunk, mentally preparing himself for the fact that he might be in for more than Doug had conveyed so far. Nonetheless, he knew not to question Doug’s judgment and remained obedient.

As they pulled up to the address, a sense of awe washed over Kris and Jim. The party was being held in a grand, opulent mansion on the lake, its architectural magnificence reflecting on the serene waters. A man, impeccably dressed as a butler, greeted them at the entrance, his demeanor both sophisticated and subservient. He guided them toward the main house, his movements graceful and precise.

Doug had Jim retrieve his bag from the trunk and give their keys to the valet, a sense of anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Jim’s curiosity was piqued when he felt the weight of the bag, but he remained respectfully silent, following Doug and Kris as they held hands and the butler led them toward the grand entrance. The mansion’s interior was just as impressive as its exterior, with lavish decorations, intricate costumes, and an air of sophisticated debauchery.

The butler, a tall and stoic man with a crisp, white glove, directed them to a room off to the side, where they could prepare for their grand entrance. The room exuded an air of sophistication, resembling a luxurious clubhouse at a prestigious golf club.

Doug, ever the consummate host, escorted them to an empty locker, his presence exuding an air of authority. He instructed Jim to undress completely, except for the collar and cuffs, which adorned his body. As Jim began to disrobe, his nerves tingled with anticipation and more than a hint of trepidation.

Meanwhile, Doug commanded Kris to hand him her coat. He then reached into his bag and produced a surprise for Kris—a masquerade mask, elegant and mysterious, designed to hide her identity and provide her with an extra layer of anonymity. Understanding her hesitation in donning such revealing attire in public, he wanted to ensure she felt secure and in control. The mask, with its intricate swirls and shimmering gems, added an air of intrigue and anonymity to her ensemble.

In contrast, Jim found himself facing a different challenge. Doug presented him with a heavy leather hood and a pair of sandals, the bare minimum to cover his feet. Kris helped him into the hood, sensing his nervousness, and he was grateful for its comfortable fit, allowing him easy breathing and clear vision despite its oppressive appearance. He felt a rush of embarrassment though knowing he was completely naked beneath it. The anonymity provided by the hood was enough though to allow Jim to push past his fears. Then, to his surprise, Kris produced a leather leash and attached it to his collar. He was theirs to command.

Doug wasn’t done yet. He had one more surprise for Jim, a special addition to heighten the evening’s experiences. Doug instructed him to bend over. Jim felt Doug lube his asshole and insert a butt plug, but this wasn’t any ordinary plug. Attached to it was a fluffy dog tail, a whimsical and playful touch. And as if that weren’t enough, Doug also fastened a pink name tag to Jim’s chastity cage, proudly proclaiming his new identity as “Fluffy.”

Doug’s next surprise was a unique contraption—a small band that he secured around the base of Jim’s cock and balls that resembled a cock ring. Explaining its purpose, Doug revealed that it was a prototype from a friend’s clinic, designed to monitor his body’s responses throughout the night. The band, similar in concept to a Fitbit, would track his arousal and connect with a similar device nestled within Kris in the form of a Ben Wa ball that he had helped her insert at home and another band on her wrist.

This device served a dual purpose—not only would it allow Doug to gauge their pleasure on a remote that he held, but it also ensured their experiences were intimately linked. Should Kris find herself aroused, the butt plug lodged within Jim would begin to vibrate, stimulating him in turn. And if Jim’s body responded, the Ben Wa balls nestled within Kris would buzz, enhancing her pleasure.

However, there was a tantalizing twist. In the event of their respective orgasms, Kris would be rewarded with an extended and intensified climax, while Jim’s prostate and balls would receive a shocking reminder, pain substituting for pleasure. As Doug explained these rules, Jim felt the first hints of vibration as Kris’s anticipation and excitement began to build.

After snapping Jim’s cuffs securely behind his back, Doug outlined the final set of rules for the evening. Jim was to embody the role of their pet. He was forbidden to speak to anyone except other pets or them. He was also only to speak to them when they were outside the hearing range of others. His place was at their sides, kneeling or squatting obediently while they conversed with other guests.

Handing Kris the leash, Doug ensured she understood her role as Jim’s lead, and together, they prepared to make their entrance and immerse themselves in the hedonistic delights that awaited them.

As they stepped into the main party area, the sights and sounds washed over them. The guests, a myriad of enigmatic figures, embraced their own kinks and fantasies, their costumes ranging from the elaborate to the barely-there. Many of them had leashed pets with them in outfits running the gamut of the animal world. There were beautiful cat girls, Playboy bunnies that would have made Hugh Hefner jealous and voluptuous foxes. Some of the pets were in furry outfits that completely hid their sex. There were also a number of male pets. The most striking of which were two men wearing a centaur outfit that a middle aged woman was riding.

Kris, feeling the vibration in her ben wa balls, noticed that Jim was generating and noticing a lot of interest, especially among the other pets. Some wagged their tails in greeting, while others whined submissively, recognizing the authority that Kris now exuded. She realized that her husband was the subject of many fantasies and desires, and the knowledge both excited and empowered her.

Doug, always attentive to his partners, noticed Kris’s growing excitement. He allowed her to take the lead, guiding Jim with subtle tugs on the leash, exploring the various rooms and alcoves that the party had to offer. They mingled with other guests, some familiar faces from the local kink community that Doug knew, and others new acquaintances whose stories and secrets were yet to be uncovered.

The partygoers were an eclectic mix, each embracing the Halloween theme with enthusiasm. Some opted for more traditional costumes, while others allowed their kinks and fetishes to influence their choices. Among the guests were a striking woman dressed as a Victorian-era dominatrix, complete with a riding crop and a sleek latex catsuit, and a man clad in a full-body leather harness, his face obscured by a mask, exuding an air of mysterious domination.

The music thumped through the lavish ballroom, a mix of modern electronic beats and classic dance tunes. Kris wanted to dance so Doug led her to the back wall where there were numerous posts setup. These were spots to leash their pets that would allow the owners freedom to enjoy the party while keeping an eye on them. Kris snapped the leash to the post and drug Doug towards the dance floor.

Kris and Doug moved in sync, their bodies close, hands entwined. Her masquerade mask sparkled adding an air of mystery. Doug towered over her, his muscular frame swaying with the beat. Their connection was palpable, an electric current running between them as they danced, feeding off each other’s energy.

Jim watched from his place by the post as Kris danced. He tried to remember the last time he had taken her dancing. It was so long ago that he did not remember. Kris loved to dance and was always trying to drag him onto the dance floor. Jim had begun to realize how selfish he had been in their marriage. He did not enjoy dancing so they did not dance. There had not been compromise or discussion. He remembered the one time Kris had pushed back on this issue. It was years ago at a friend’s wedding. When Jim refused to dance Kris declared she would find others to dance with her. Kris had proceeded to dance with multiple men, getting handsier and bolder as the night went on. She had gotten so aggressive that some of Jim’s friends warned him. Jim was not worried though, he knew how much she loved him. In fact, that night had sparked some of the first cuckold thoughts to occur to him as he watched his beautiful wife try to make him jealous. Looking back, Kris’s behavior the last few months was more in line with her personality than it had first appeared when she surprised him with Doug.

As Jim watched Kris and Doug on the dance floor his plug continued to vibrate giving Jim a physical confirmation of Kris’s enjoyment. He was yanked out of his daydreaming by a voice, “Earth to Fluffy.” Jim turned his head and took notice of the pet that was chained next to him. He was a white man that was bigger than Doug. He looked like a movie version of Spartacus with a leather pleated kilt and a pair of leather bands going across his chest. When he noticed that he had Jim’s attention he said “Hi, I am Butch” and held out his hand.

Jim shook his hand and replied, “I guess my name is Fluffy tonight.”

Butch laughingly replied, “That is my real name, not just the name that my owners gave me. What is yours?”

Jim laughed in embarrassment and introduced himself explaining that this was the first party of this type he had ever attended.

Butch relayed that he had been attending events like this for almost a decade. Jim was intrigued since Butch did not appear to be old enough to have been in the scene for that length of time. When he expressed that Butch relayed that he was almost 29 and had gotten pulled into the lifestyle when he was a freshman in college. Jim gave a summarized version of his last 3 months and watched Butch take in his story. It felt good to Jim to verbalize his experience and he never got the impression that Butch was judging him.

Butch assured him that his story was not unique to the group. He wished Jim luck and told him that from the tales he had heard, the first few months were the roughest. Jim asked him what his story was.

“I grew up in a small town and I hated it. I knew from a young age that I wanted to escape, but it seemed like I was the only one. Everyone else was content to stay home, stay in church and follow the path that their parents had followed. I never bought into the church and as I got older I rejected it totally, the answers it promised were not to the questions I asked. I knew that if I was going to leave it had to be on my own. I worked and studied hard. As I grew up, I excelled in sports and in the classroom. Eventually I was offered a full ride scholarship at a prestigious private school to play football. My parents declared I could not go since it was not the local religious school that was recruiting me. I had already turned 18 though, so I signed the paperwork and delayed my parents until graduation. On graduation day I told my parents, classmates and town what I thought of them. Once I had burned every bridge, I got on a bus and headed to college football workouts. That summer was the first taste of freedom I ever had. I discovered the joys of sex and for a guy with my advantages, there were not many women that said no.

The weekend of our first football game I was riding high in the world. I had moved up on the depth chart, I had gotten a sack during the game and I thought I was king of the world. That night we had a party on campus with the donors to try and help the school raise some money. One donor in his fifties had a trophy wife with him. She was 20 plus years younger and a flirt. I assumed I was just what she needed, a young stud to give her what her husband didn’t. I laid it on thick and she bought it. We ended up in her hotel room and she showed me things that I had never experienced. The next morning I woke up and her husband was sitting in a chair by the bed and staring at me. His wife is kneeling by his side wearing a collar and staring at the floor. I did not know what I had gotten into, but I knew I needed to get out. He explained that it was too late for that. He gave me two choices. I could be their pet for the remainder of college or my scholarship would be revoked and I could catch a bus back home. I never even considered the second option. I committed to them. It turned out to be enjoyable. There were a number of experiences that I hated at the time, but they helped me grow and some of them are among my favorite activities now. It was also not time intensive, they were only in town every few weeks and when they were not there, my time was my own to spend how I wanted. I did well in football and school and ended up getting a degree in engineering. After my last football season, the donor set me up in an internship with the most successful woman owned engineering company in the state. She and her partner were in their late 30’s but had already built the business into a monster success. The donor hosted a graduation party for me and invited my future boss and her partner. He and the two women took me to his office and that is when he explained that all of them were part of this circle of friends. I had not seen them at the parties since they normally played in a different city than where they worked. He was offering to transfer my ownership to the two women and they promised to help me develop my career and my personal life. They asked for a 10 year commitment. I thought about it and my only real point of concern was the fact that outside of the 3 months before my freshman year, I had never been free. In the end though, the offer was too tempting and I said yes. It has been six years now and both of my owners have had one of my children. I will never permanently leave them now.”