Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15 - Sex Stories

Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15

... Emma,

"No idea. There were sort of Master/Slut competitions last time we were here. But we did not take part or really stand around to watch. "

"Oh. And what the heck is a Sybian anyway?"

"Only the best sex toy ever invented. I tried one once. Long story. Wish I had one." She chuckled. "I have no idea what the challenge might be, But I will bet it will be worth watching."

"Hey no betting." I reprimanded her light-heartedly.

"Hush you. You know what I mean." She slapped my shoulder.

"Ah There are the two runaways." Mike said from behind us. "Come on. And you too little J."

"Little J?" I asked.

"For tonight." Mike said quietly. "For now. Come along. We are meeting in the far corner by the Sybian Challenge. "

We tried to jostle our way through the crowds towards the corner, following Mike.

People were already gathering around a roped off area. When I found Dennis, I sidled up next to him. Mike and Emma stood next to us squeezing in to get a view.

Inside the 'Arena' were four, black, leather, domed, saddle-shaped thingy-bobs, arranged in a square. Sticking up from the centre of each of the saddles were pink dongs. Obviously dildoes.

The music died again, followed by the 'Bing'

"Time is up." The announcer said. "We have the boxes and we are now going to do the draw. Firstly though. Thank you all for coming. If you would like to be kept up to date, put you name on the list by the entrance to get our regular newsletter or monthly email. Our ...

... thanks to, what I think is, the best sex-toy provider in the UK - Lovers-Honeys - For providing the machines for tonight's entertainment.

Lady Madelaine please make the first draw."

"Our first contestants are..." A lady's voice said. She paused, then continued. "Sir Stephan J of Derby and his slut Janey."

There was some clapping. A gap opened up to allow two people into the arena, Sir Stephan was a very average looking guy in a red satin shirt. He was leading a tiny blonde girl. One of the Sumo-wrestlers from the front door, or maybe their twin, lifted a section of rope to allow the two into the arena.

"Lord Wolf -- your choice. "The announcer said.

A deep, gravelly man's voice then said. "We have Goddess Gina and her slut Lindsay."

Another round of clapping and the two entered the roped area. Goddess Gina was beautiful. Arrayed in silks and satins with knee-high boots. The girl she led had darkish skin and dark hair. Latin-ish. Mediterranean maybe. She was one of the attendees wearing the least. Strips of leather and chains and not a lot else.

"Our third contestant is:" Lady Madelaine said. "Lord Malinov and Slave Susan."

The third couple entered the square.

He was tall and dark, in his mid to late 50s, and had a sort of Eastern European look. At least he did to me. Slave Susan was a little mousey, mature, lady with ginger hair. She was wearing a green, sort-of, medieval style dress, but cut to reveal her ample chest, which was just-about balancing on ...