Chapter 41: The Prom
Prom time was here, and I wasn't sure what to expect. Surprisingly, Jeff had asked me to go to the prom with him. I think that he had been deluding himself to believe that others were not aware that he was the puppeteer with his hand up my ass, metaphorically speaking (although that was an interesting picture). When Brittany explained to him that everyone knew, his behavior towards me in public changed, albeit only marginally. He no longer hid his command of me, though neither did he revel in it.
Nonetheless, when he asked, no, when he told me that he would be taking me to the prom, it gave me a thrill. When he helped me pick out my dress, a very short, very revealing white dress, it made me excited. When he showed me the accessories that I would wear, the black cuffs and collar, complete with leash, I nearly came.
The night of the prom, I was beginning to get ready when my mother came into my room. "I've been instructed to get you ready," she told me. I was surprised, but willing. She put me into the bathtub and lovingly washed my hair and body. She then shaved me smooth and clean everywhere below my neck. Then she laid me down and started massaging my body. It was a delicious feeling, and she rubbed vanilla scented oil into my skin. I felt pampered and loved.
When she was done with the massage, she helped me into the bathroom where she re-moistened my hair and dried it and styled it. Then she applied my makeup, and when she was done she turned me to look into the mirror. I had to say it: I looked great!
She took me back to my room and slipped the dress over my head. She fastened the few straps that it had, then kneeled down and helped me into the high, white heels, locking the straps in place with small black enamel padlocks. Finally she attached the cuffs to my wrists and the collar to my neck. She stood me in front of the full length mirror again, and I took in the view: I was the perfect picture of a slave slut. No matter what anyone had thought about me before, tonight would make it clear that I was a slave. I was so happy.
"You are beautiful, darling," my mother said. "I am so proud how you've made your choices and how you've lived by them." She kissed my lips, careful not to mess up my lipstick, then she led me downstairs to the front door. She had me kneel on the floor and she clipped my hands behind my back. I sat there, patiently awaiting my date, my master, ready to offer myself to him.
I was waiting for about ten minutes when the doorbell rang. That surprised me, because Jeff usually just walked in. My mom walked past me and opened the door.
"Good evening, Mrs. Miller," Jeff said to my naked mother. "I'm here to escort your daughter to the prom." It was quite the incongruous sight.
"I prepared her for you," my mother said, moving out of the way so that Jeff could view me. I looked up, and my heart jumped into my throat. Jeff looked amazing in his tuxedo. It was black, classic, and it fit him perfectly. My mouth watered, and I was proud that I was his.
Jeff came over to me with a smile on his face. He reached under my arms and stood me up. He kissed me lightly on my lips and asked, "Are you ready to go to your last big bash of the year?"
I nodded eagerly. He slipped a perfect white rose into my hair over my ear and kissed my cheek.
"Jeff, could I get some pictures before you go?" Mom asked.
"Sure," Jeff replied.
My hands remained bound together behind me as my mother had me pose with Jeff. Most of the pictures were typical prom night poses, but she also had me pose on my knees at his feet. I couldn't wait to see those pictures.
Jeff walked me out to his car and unclipped my hands before I got in. He kissed me again, went around to his side, and off to the prom we went.
When we got to the prom, Jeff helped me out of the car and clipped the leash to my collar.
"Ready?" he asked.
I nodded, and he picked up the leash and led me into the prom. The chaperones frowned at us, but we were not that over the top, so they couldn't really say anything. Our friends, on the other hand, had a lot to say. Luckily, most if it was complimentary, some of it even envious.
The night was going really well. I danced with a ton of guys, and talked to all my friends. The only downside was that Jeff seemed to be withdrawn. He was happy when we danced together and laughed with our friends, but he always seemed just a bit distant. Later in the evening, I discovered the reason.
"Rachel," Jeff said, "this is your last big party of the year. Graduation is just a few days away, and all this comes to an end. I set something up so that you can go out with a bang, as it were."
I looked at him excitedly and asked, "What is going to happen?"
"I found a nice, out of the way room, and I arranged it so that you can be tied down. You are going to be blindfolded, and for the rest of the night, there will be a steady progression of horny boys coming through, and cumming on you. By the time the night is over, you will be a spermy, disgusting mess, and many a girl will thank you for taking the edge off their boyfriends. Of course, some won't. But they'll just chalk it up to typical Rachel the Slut behavior.
"How are you going to feel, stumbling into your house tonight, your dress torn, cum leaking out of all your orifices, knowing that half the school had you?"
"Disgusted," I said. "Humiliated. Satisfied."
"Good," Jeff said, smiling at me. He leaned down and kissed me. "Don't worry about your safety. John has agreed to watch out for you, and he'll take you home to your mother when the night is over."
I looked at him in surprise. "Aren't you going to stay? Won't you take me home?"
"Not tonight, sweet Rachel," he said, with a sad smile. "I think I'll pass on this exhibition, but I'll come by in the morning and make sure that you are OK."
"But I don't understand," I said, confused.
"I want to make this a memorable prom for you," Jeff explained, leading me down the hallway to a small, unused utility room. The room had been set up with a small padded platform. Jeff began tying me down as he explained, "This is your last big high school event, and I want to make it special for you, but I just am not up for hanging around with this tonight. But you should have fun."
Jeff finished tying me down and gently removed the rose from behind my ear and placed it in his lapel. He then slipped the blindfold over my head and kissed me gently on the lips.
When his lips left mine, I said, "Wait, Jeff!"
"Yes?" he asked.
"Please, Jeff, will you take me home with you now?" I asked.
"But I went to all this trouble to give you a memorable going away," Jeff said, sounding confused.
"But I don't want that. I want to spend prom night with you! Won't you please take me home with you?" I begged.
I didn't hear anything for a few minutes, and I got very nervous.
"Jeff?" I called.
"I'm here, Rachel," he said. "If I take you home, you won't get another opportunity like this again."
"I don't care," I said, and I realized that there were tears dripping down my face. "I just want to be with you. I don't want all the others tonight."
"But I went to a lot of trouble to set this up," he said. "People will be disappointed. You won't do what I tell you to?"
He was right. I had promised to obey, and now I wasn't. "Of course I will," I said, chastised. "I'm sorry for questioning you. I'll see you in the morning."
Jeff kissed me again, then he removed my blindfold. I watched as he removed the rose from his lapel and slipped it behind my ear. He kissed my nose and said, "You will have to make it up to some people another time."
"Oh, I promise I will!" I exclaimed, smiling happily. Jeff smiled back, the first real smile I'd seen all night, and removed the chains around my hands. He picked me up and carried me out of the room.
In the hall we passed John, and Jeff said, "Sorry, but I changed my mind. I'm taking Rachel home. Can you let everyone know?"
"Wow, there are going to be some disappointed guys!" John said.
"I know," Jeff replied. "Let the ones who are the most disappointed know that Rachel will make it up to them another time, OK?"
"Sure, buddy," he replied.
Jeff put me down and we walked back into the prom. Jeff led us over to our friends and we told everyone that we were leaving. There were some surprised looks; clearly some people knew the evening's agenda. Nevertheless, Jeff was soon opening the passenger door of his car for me.
We sat quietly together in the car for the ride home. My mind was whirling the entire ride. I kept replaying what happened, trying to understand it. Jeff had set up the perfect scene for me, the right mix of humiliation and sex. And yet, when I learned that he wasn't going to be there, when I realized that he didn't want to see me like that, it lost its appeal.
I had been honest with Jeff. The thought of spending the night at home with Jeff, something that we did on a regular basis, was far more appealing to me than being gang-banged the night of my senior prom. I didn't understand it!
When we arrived at my house, Jeff came around to my side of the car and helped me out. Before he led me into the house, however, he took my arms and removed the cuffs. He threw them in the car and said, "Tonight, we are not going to use those. However, you are going to keep the collar on, and the shoes are just too damn sexy to take off."
I smiled up at him as he took my hand and walked into my house.
My mother was in the living room, and seemed surprised to see us.
"I didn't expect you home so early," she said.
"I didn't book a hotel room," Jeff explained, "and I need a place to violate your daughter on her prom night."
"Oh, then by all means, use my bedroom," Mom said. "The bed is bigger."
"Thank you, Mrs. Miller," Jeff said with a bow, and he took my hand and pulled me upstairs.
When we got into my mother's room (now my room too), Jeff turned around and pulled me into his embrace. He kissed me gently, eased the dress over my head, then stepped back and looked at me.
"Wow," he said. I posed for him, wearing only my collar and my high heels. Of course, Jeff was still wearing his tuxedo, and that was wow-worthy as well.
Jeff pulled me back into his embrace and swung me around to the bed. He laid me down in the center of the bed and never took his eyes off of me as he undressed himself. I watched eagerly as he pulled his underwear down, his cock bouncing at full hardness as he pushed the discarded garment off of his feet.
He crawled onto the bed and climbed between my legs. He just knelt there, his eyes darting all over my body, examining every inch of me, for minutes. Despite the fact that I was naked around him most of the time, I blushed under his intense gaze. It was like he was trying to memorize me, and the thought made me sad. Graduation was just a few days away, and maybe he was taking his last look at me. I quickly pushed that morbid thought out of my mind and concentrated on the feelings coursing through me.
Jeff reached back and started brushing his fingertips from the tips of my toes, up and down my legs. I shivered at the sensations, and gasped as his fingertips wandered over my hips. Jeff explored most of my body with his fingers, intentionally missing those most sensitive areas that I desperately wanted him to touch.
It seemed like hours, though was probably only ten minutes, before Jeff moved to the next phase of his torture. He bent over and ran his lips over my foot, then up my leg. I glanced down and I saw that his dick had shrunk in half. He was spending all his time concentrating on my pleasure, to the exclusion of his own. I reached down to run my fingers along his beautiful cock, but he slapped my hand away. "Don't distract me!" he growled, running his tongue over my kneecap.
Again, for the most part, he missed the areas I wanted him to hit the most, though he did swipe his tongue over one nipple as he moved around my body, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. When he finished with his lips and tongue, he started from the bottom again, this time with his teeth. He ran his mouth all around my body, nipping at my skin, taking tiny, painless bites out of me. Each bite caused me to shiver with pleasure. My pussy was dripping and I was practically beside myself. I wanted nothing else but to feel his cock slipping into my soaking, steaming pussy.
When he finished with his teeth, I thought that he would finally get down to business, but instead he just rolled me onto my stomach and started at my feet with his fingertips.
"Please," I groaned. "Won't you pleasure yourself with my body?" I begged.
"I am," he replied, with a smile in his voice.
I then spent the next thirty minutes having the same cycle repeat itself on my back; first his fingers, then his lips and tongue, then his teeth. I was amazed that I hadn't cum already; I was on edge the whole time. Finally, he positioned himself between my legs and stretched himself over my back. I felt his cock nestling in between the cheeks of my ass as he pulled my hair back and kissed my neck, my ears, my cheeks. I felt his cock growing against my ass as he pulled my face around for a gentle kiss.
Jeff pushed himself up, running his fingers down my back, then flipped me over. He settled himself back between my legs, his nearly hard cock pushing up against my slick lips. He started kissing me gently and I grabbed his head and begged, "Please, Jeff, won't you fuck me now?"
"No," he said, as he slipped his cock slowly into my pussy. My eyes went wide as he slowly pushed his cock into me and I gasped and came as I felt him fully seated in me. My vision blurred and I was out of it for some period of time, but when I came back to myself Jeff was above me, smiling down at me, slowly stroking his cock in and out of me.
"Oh, Jeff!" I cried and grabbed his head, pulling him into a kiss. The kisses got more urgent, and I kept trying to fuck Jeff into me, but he continued his slow, torturous strokes.
"Fuck me harder!" I cried.
"No," he said. "Tonight, I want to make love to you." He kissed me again and my eyes widened. I stopped trying to fuck him and I collapsed, then wrapped my arms and legs around him and enjoyed the pleasure that he was giving me.
Jeff continued moving, varying his stroke and speed slightly each time. I kept building and building until I bubbled over and came. Jeff just kept at it, and by the time he sped up and came in me about 30 minutes later, I had cum four or five more times.
Jeff collapsed on top of me, panting, then rolled over, pulling me on top of him. I tucked my head between his neck and shoulder and relaxed, luxuriating in the feel of him. A few minutes later I felt his breathing even out, and I looked at his face and saw that he was asleep.
I kissed him lightly on the lips and whispered, "Thank you for a lovely prom." Then I lay back down and went to sleep.