It’s My Party - Sex Stories

It’s My Party

... to be cuffed or restrained even if the drop down portion is down.

I almost didn’t clean the leather on the bench. Mistress J hadn’t told me to do so and if she didn’t want me to, I might get punished. But then I thought out loud, “That’s what everyone is going to do to me tonight anyway.” So, I carefully cleaned the leather on the spanking bench. It wasn’t really that dirty, but after I cleaned it the heavily-grained black leather shone with a dull luster, and the room was filled with the smell of leather. Cleaning the couches didn’t do that, but this hand made leather was much more natural and I stood above it breathing in that scent.

I don’t remember consciously making a decision, but I found myself kneeling down on the bottom pads. Then I lay across the bench itself and reached down to where the wrist restraints would be. It wasn’t right. The bench was a little too low. Maybe a Master or Mistress would want it that way to force my ass up a little, but I’ve seen these used too many times and know that the person should be laying flat on the bench. I got off and adjusted the shelf up about an inch. When I lay back down on it, it was perfect.

I jumped to my feet as I heard Mistress J’s car pull into the driveway. I looked down at the bench and there was a definite impression of my body on the leather. I quickly applied a little more leather cleaner and wiped everything down. I knew I had a few minutes because Mistress J had pulled the car all the way back to the ...

... garage behind the house rather than leaving it under the big portico over the circular driveway or parking it alongside the house. By the time Mistress J came back into the house I had all my cleaning supplies put away. I met her in the kitchen. She set the bags of groceries on the table and then looked at me sternly.

“Did you do your cleaning out?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered immediately, “five enemas to make sure I was cleaned out thoroughly.”

“And did you clean the house?”

Again I answered immediately, “Yes, everything is straightened, vacuumed, and dusted. I even used leather cleaner on the couch and recliner... and on the bench.”

She laughed and reached out her hand. I was confused as she began at the bottom of my stomach and ran her finger all the way up to under my left breast. Then she held up her finger. It was coated with leather cleaner.

“Did you use the leather cleaner on yourself?” she asked, “Or were you trying out the spanking bench?”

I looked down at the floor. “I was just adjusting it for tonight,” I mumbled.

“Truth!” she said loudly and firmly and I nearly burst into tears.

“The smell of leather was so powerful,” I blurted out, “and I wanted to know how it felt to lay across it.”

She laughed again and then said sternly, but somewhat flatly, “Since you like the bench so much, you will lay across it quietly from now until the party. You will be there when the first guest arrives.”

She paused and then said very sternly, “Put this ...