The Wager Part 1- 11

The Wager Part 5

Stepping over to the full length mirror attached to the back of the door, I was stunned at the transformation.
Hello, my name is,
"Bond James Bond."
Fuck, I looked good. Dressed in this classic English style tuxedo, I looked like a gentleman of royal descent.

The night of the party, I found myself standing in front of the door to a home that, under any circumstances, would be considered a mansion.
Before I could lift the massive brass knocker on the door,
a Rolls-Royce pulled into the drive.
Emerging from the drivers side, a chauffeur moved to and opened the rear door.
The first thing I saw was a pair of legs emerge, followed by a woman of stunning beauty.
My best guess was that she was of Japanese descent.
She had to be at least six feet tall, with a thin build, and had to be one of the most beautiful women I had ever encountered.
Following her from the car was a pair of tiny Japanese girls, dressed in outfits that looked like school uniforms.

While the driver moved the car over to the parking area, she approached me and introduced herself.

"Good evening, my name is Suki, please don't bother to introduce yourself, your name is of little consequence.
Please knock on the door so that we may be welcomed into the house and the party."

Reaching for the brass knocker, I allowed it to drop onto the door.
The boom that resulted was loud enough to wake anyone that was sleeping a block away.
Seconds later, the door swung open, onto an entryway that rivaled that of Buckingham Palace.
Beautiful dark woodwork, marble statues, and an antique suit of armor standing guard.

From around the corner, Mistress emerged to greet us.
She was dressed in an antique style Victorian dress, made of a wine colored velvet like material with a high ruffled collar.

"Hello, my little man.
My, my, you look absolutely stunning in that Tuxedo.
I am so glad I chose that style for you.
Now, if you will follow me, I will introduce you to the others."

As I was led into the main living room, I found about a dozen or so Dom's and Mistresses wandering around the room.
Most of them had drinks in hand, along with little plates of finger sandwiches.
Although what caught my attention was the large number of naked subs attending their various masters.
Taking my arm, Mistress walked me over to the center of the room.
There in the middle of the room was a small platform about two feet high that I was told to stand upon.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Please allow me to introduce my sub to you.
I have given him the name "Little Man."
The reason for this name will become obvious shortly."

At the end of her introduction, Mistress began to undress me in front of all those in attendance.
When she started, I began to protest being stripped naked in front of all these people.
With a stern look, I decided that it was best that I kept my mouth shut and accepted what was happening.

One piece of attire at a time, my clothes were stripped from my body.
When at last I was down to my boxers, Mistress hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband and slid them to the floor.
Lifting one foot after the other, my boxers were tossed aside.
Standing there naked, I tried to hide my private parts behind my cupped hands.
When Mistress saw this, she gave me a single, yet powerful spank across my bottom.
This did an excellent job of reminding me of my place while I was under the control of my Mistress.

With my arms at my sides, I stood there like an art piece on display.
Mistress invited the others to come up to inspect the merchandise.
About ten or so people stepped up to the platform and began running their hands over my body.
There wasn't an inch of my body that was left untouched.
Some cupped my cage to see my reaction, others spread my bottom open and played with my little hole.

Seconds later, Mistress called a halt to the fun the others were having.
Once again taking me by the arm, I was led over to the side and told to kneel on a cushion by her chair.
Walking out of the room, Mistress returned a few minutes later with another sub.
This time I could tell that this was a girl, who she was was kept a mystery due to her having a black Lycra hood that covered her entire head, there were no holes for her eyes or mouth.
As she was led unto the platform, Mistress began to remove her clothing in the same fashion that mine were stripped from me.