Halloween BDSM Party at the Academy

The academy had emptied out long before midnight. The last employees left believing the themed event was already over, but in the back classroom the real party was only just beginning. The blinds were drawn, the light was low, and the heavy music created a closed-off bubble where no one had to pretend to be decent.

I had spent weeks preparing for that night. It was not an improvised game, or just a gathering with cheap costumes, but a private party among adults who knew the rules perfectly well. They had all come of their own free will, excited by the idea of obeying, commanding, watching, or being used in front of the others.

My name is Verónica, and ever since I rented that place for my workshops, I discovered that real discipline had nothing to do with schedules or notes. It had to do with the body, with the voice, with the exact shiver that runs through a person when they understand they are going to do what you order. That night, dressed in a black corset, high boots, and a short riding crop hanging from my wrist, I was the absolute mistress of the classroom.

—Good, my little puppies —I said, turning the music up a little more—. You can enjoy the party now.

The first laughs sounded nervous, but they did not last long. The tension had been simmering since we closed the door. In the left corner there were three men on their knees, wearing leather collars and dog ears pinned into their hair. They were completely naked, their cocks already hard with anticipation, and in front of them three women in boots, short skirts, and black gloves were having fun humiliating them before touching them.

—Look at them, they can’t handle anything —Nadia, the brunette of the group, mocked, brushing the tip of her boot against one of their cocks—. I haven’t even really touched him and he’s already leaking.

The others burst out laughing. One of them planted her heel between another man’s thighs, trapping his balls with just enough pressure to make him moan. It was not pure pain; it was that filthy mix that made their breathing quick, their stomachs tighten, and their eyes go distant.

In the center aisle, a man wearing a wolf mask crawled with a leash around his neck. Clara was holding it, dressed as an officer in a dark cap, fitted shirt, and a rubber baton hanging from her belt. She made him move slowly, tugging whenever he lagged behind, and every so often she gave him a sharp smack on the ass, just enough to redden the skin and make him clench his teeth.

I watched everything from a wide chair placed at the front, like an improvised throne. At my feet, Lucía was kneeling between my legs. Her tongue opened my pussy patiently and hungrily, moving up and down slowly, stopping to suck my clit until I was trembling. Every time I tilted my head back, she gripped my thighs harder and kept licking me as if she wanted to pull the moan out of my stomach.

—Don’t stop —I told her, grabbing her hair—. Like that. Get your tongue in there properly.

She obeyed at once. Her tongue sank into my wet pussy and then returned to my clit, fast, insistent, sliding with saliva and arousal. I was already soaked, and watching the others move around, touch, provoke, spank, and laugh only made the heat rise faster through my body.

At the back, two men had agreed to one of the night’s favorite games. Sitting on the floor with their legs apart, they had passed a soft rope behind their scrotums, each pulling on one end to last longer than the other. It was brutal, stupid, and exciting, and those around them were shouting, placing bets, and mocking their twisted faces.

—If you lose, they’ll stretch your hole —said a redhead dressed as a cheerleader, kissing the forehead of the man who was holding out—. And if you win, you get to choose who you fuck first.

—Don’t encourage him, give him a reason to hold on —another one replied, and gave the rival a hard slap on the balls.

The entire classroom was organized chaos. There were couples kissing against the tables, women fingering each other while a man watched and jerked off, two people using a double dildo on a mat beside the wall, and a group of onlookers with bright eyes waiting for their turn to join some game. Nothing was still. Nothing was quiet. The air smelled of sweat, leather, perfume, and sex.

Lucía made me come for the first time with her face buried between my legs. My body arched in the chair, I clamped her cheeks between my thighs, and I came trembling against her mouth while she kept licking without pause, swallowing every contraction like a good submissive. When I finally let her go, she raised her head with a shiny chin and a satisfied smile.

—Very good —I told her, stroking her cheek—. Stay close. Later I’m going to use you myself.

That was when the door opened.

The sound of the handle cut through the atmosphere like a knife. The music kept playing, and people took a second to react; in that second, everyone looked the same way. In the doorway stood a tall man in a dark suit, jaw tight, wearing an expression of absolute scandal.

His name was Ramiro, one of the building’s investors. He was supposed to be out of town until the following Monday. Seeing him there, motionless, staring at the classroom full of half-naked bodies and domination games, was like feeling a glass of ice water down your back.

—What the fuck is this? —he snapped, authoritative.

Lucía sat up beside me. Several people shifted only a few inches away, but I did not move from the chair. In situations like that, fear has a smell, and I wasn’t going to give him a drop of it.

I lifted my chin and looked at Mara and Irene. One was dressed as a devil, in a tight red dress and glittering horns; the other wore white wings and an angel costume that was as short as it was provocative. The two of them understood immediately and walked toward him without hurry, swaying just enough.

—We can talk about it —Mara said with a smile—. I’m sure there’s no need to make a scene.

—Get away from me —he spat—. I’m going to report this shit.

Irene knelt in front of him and looked up. Mara did the same on the other side. Their necklines, their parted lips, and the contrast between one’s sweetness and the other’s insolence were calculated to disarm almost anyone. Almost.

—Don’t you even want us to ask for forgiveness the way you deserve? —Irene murmured, brushing her fingers over the fabric of his trousers.

—Don’t touch me.

—What a shame —Mara said, and her smile changed—. Because we already decided yes.

The two of them grabbed his package over his trousers at the same time. Hard. Not a brush, not a caress: a direct squeeze on his scrotum that buckled his knees at once. His shout was cut short by surprise. Another one of the men shut the door behind him before he could take a step back.

—Now look at me —I said, finally standing up from the chair.

Four of them immobilized him. Everything happened fast: they took off his jacket, loosened his tie, pulled down his trousers and underwear while he kept protesting and struggling. When he was naked from the waist down, the room filled with cruel laughter. His cock was not up to the stern character he had arrived wearing. Half-hard from tension, small, insecure, exposed in front of twenty pairs of eyes.

—All that power for this —Clara mocked, hitting his ass with the rubber baton.

We bent him over a table. They tied his wrists behind him and spread his legs. I took the riding crop and brought the first strike down on his ass. The crack sounded clean. His whole body shuddered.

—One —I counted.

The second was harder, and the third tore out a moan he could no longer hide. Soon his ass was red, hot, marked by lines crossing over the skin. Mara held his balls in her hand, squeezing just a little after each blow to mix the burn in his cheeks with that dull pain that goes straight to the stomach.

—Tough when you talk, but soft when you have to take it —I told him in his ear.

I shoved two fingers into his mouth to shut him up when he tried to answer. He sucked them by reflex, humiliated and furious, and the gesture made more than one person laugh. Around him, the party went on. That was what destroyed him most: realizing he was not even the center of the scandal, just another body in the night.

Lucía, already naked, came up behind me and kissed my neck while I kept whipping him. I ordered her to kneel and open my legs again. She obeyed and started rubbing her pussy with two fingers, looking me in the eyes, waiting for permission.

—Put them in —I ordered.

She shoved them all the way in, moaning. I was still in front of Ramiro, spanking him, and watching her masturbate at my feet, soaking herself through my voice and the spectacle, lit me up again. I grabbed her hair and made her lick my pussy while the man stayed bent over the table, forced to listen to our moans between each blow.

—Look carefully —I told him—. This is what obedience looks like.

When his ass was red enough, we spread his legs wider. Clara spat into his hole and started rubbing it with two gloved fingers, slowly, feeling his body tighten. He tried to clamp his ass shut on reflex, but Irene pinched one of his nipples and Mara squeezed his scrotum until he went still.

—Relax or it’ll be worse —Clara murmured, and slipped in the first finger.

The man let out a rough gasp, half pain, half shame. She moved the finger inside, then added another, stretching him little by little while with her other hand she gave his open cheeks soft taps with the baton. With every push, he breathed harder. With every pause, he waited for the next one with the terror of someone who knows he does not mean a fucking thing.

I pointed at Damián, one of the stockiest men at the party, who was wearing a leather harness crossing his chest. His cock was hard and shining, heavy, throbbing against his stomach. He came over without hesitation.

—Your reward for shutting the door in time —I told him.

Damián positioned himself behind Ramiro and pressed the tip to the hole already opened by Clara’s fingers. He pushed just enough to wet himself with saliva and lubrication, then pulled back. The executive was trembling.

—No —he murmured—. Don’t fuck me.

—Too late to ask for respect —I answered.

Damián pushed again, this time entering little by little. The head made its way in with resistance, prying his hole open with brutal pressure. Ramiro let out a long, guttural groan. Clara held his hips. Mara squeezed his balls. Irene stroked his face with insulting sweetness while the man was penetrated centimeter by centimeter.

—That’s it —Irene whispered—. Open up nice and wide.

When Damián’s cock was finally buried halfway in, we all saw Ramiro sink his head onto the table, beaten by the mix of pain and humiliation. Damián started moving slowly, pulling out a few centimeters and then thrusting back in, letting the hole get used to his size. Each shove made skin slap against skin in an obscene rhythm.

I pulled Lucía away from my pussy and turned her so she was on her back against the chair. I opened her legs and shoved two fingers into her at once. She was soaked. Her whole body arched.

—Watch them fuck him —I told her, pushing my fingers harder—. And tell me if it turns you on.

—Yes, mistress... a lot.

I pulled my fingers out and put them in her mouth so she would suck them. Then I knelt between her legs and buried my tongue in her pussy hungrily. I wanted to hear her moan at the same time as I heard Damián wreck Ramiro’s ass behind me. I wanted to blend both sounds until the classroom was nothing but sex and command again.

Lucía grabbed my hair while I licked her from bottom to top. I sucked her clit, spread her lips with my fingers, and drove my tongue inside until I felt her legs trembling. She panted my name in broken fragments, and I alternated between eating her slowly and fucking her pussy with two fingers curved upward, hitting that spot that made her shake all over.

Behind us, Damián was already fucking him harder. The sound of the thrusts grew faster, harsher. Ramiro moaned every time the cock entered him to the hilt. His ass opened and closed around another man’s shaft, red from the whipping, shining with saliva and sweat.

—Fuck, look at him —someone nearby said—. In the end he really is taking it well.

Damián delivered a particularly deep thrust and made him scream. I lifted my head from Lucía’s pussy just to see it: the man’s tense body, his wrists tied, his small cock moving on its own from the impact, his balls compressed in Mara’s hand. The scene was dirty, cruel, and tremendously exciting.

Lucía came in my mouth with a sharp moan. I kept licking her clit while she convulsed, and when she was done, I straightened up with a wet chin. She looked at me with eyes blurred by pleasure.

—Now get on all fours on the mat —I ordered.

She obeyed at once. I went to a box and took out a harness with a thick dildo. I adjusted it calmly, without taking my eyes off Damián as he kept fucking Ramiro with more and more violence. The man was no longer protesting. He only moaned, breathing through his mouth, unable to escape what was happening.

When I was ready, I positioned myself behind Lucía and spread her ass cheeks with both hands. Her hole was already relaxed from habit and desire. I spat on the entrance and rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down, making her tremble.

—I want you to ask me for it.

—Fuck my ass, please.

—More clearly.

—I want you to wreck my ass, mistress.

I shoved the tip in at once. Her moan came out deep, satisfied, almost animal. I worked my way in little by little until the dildo was buried deep. I gripped her hips and started fucking her with a firm rhythm, pulling out and pushing in, letting the harness slam against her ass with sharp blows.

Lucía rested her forehead on the mat and spread her legs wider. I fucked her harder and harder, glancing sideways as on the neighboring table Damián was doing almost the same thing to Ramiro. The difference was that she wanted it, mouth open and pussy dripping, while he took it with tears of rage in his eyes and an ass forced to give in.

—You like it, don’t you? —I asked her, tugging her hair to arch her back.

—Yes... yes, fuck... more.

I gave her more. Deeper, faster. The dildo went in all the way and came out covered in lubricant before plunging back in. With one hand I reached her cunt and started rubbing it in quick circles. Then she lost control. She came out crying, her ass tightening around the toy and her legs trembling uselessly.

***

The party kept spinning around us like a warm, depraved current. In one corner, Clara had the man in the dog leash lying on his back while she stepped on his chest with her boot and jerked him off with her foot, slow, cruel, right on the edge of making him cum. Near the window, Mara and Irene were kissing with obscene intensity, groping each other through their costumes, while a third person held them by the neck with both hands to watch them better.

I took Lucía off the harness and sent her to drink some water. Then I went back to the table. Damián was about to come; you could tell by the tension in his abdomen and the increasingly brutal rhythm of his hips. Ramiro could no longer hold himself up, and Clara and Irene were barely keeping him open so he could keep taking the thrusts.

—Don’t come yet —I ordered Damián.

He stopped at once, breathing hard, his cock still buried in the man’s ass. I liked that obedience more than I admitted. I went over and gave him an approving slap on the inner thigh.

—Good boy.

Then I looked at Ramiro. I lifted his chin with two fingers. His face was twisted, sweaty, every muscle marked by humiliation.

—You can still walk out of here and keep quiet —I told him—. Or you can keep making noise and find out how much more your body can take.

He nodded desperately. It was not bravery; it was pure survival instinct. But it was enough.

I signaled Damián to continue. This time he did not go in slowly. He slammed his cock in with one thrust and started fucking him hard, without care, the table creaking underneath. Ramiro screamed again. Clara shoved two fingers into his mouth to muffle the sound and Mara wrapped her hand around his balls again, massaging them with cruel pressure.

The pace accelerated until it turned wild. The man’s ass slapped against Damián’s body with every thrust. His cock flailed uselessly between his legs. The open hole swallowed and spat out the shaft again and again, completely subjected to another man’s desire in front of the whole room.

Damián came like that, buried to the hilt. I felt it in the deep groan he let out and in how he froze for a second before unloading inside. His hips gave a couple of extra shudders as he emptied his load deep within. Ramiro shuddered all over at the sensation.

—Take it out slowly —I told him.

When Damián withdrew, a thick thread slid from the man’s ass down to his thighs. The sight drew an excited murmur around us. I lowered my hand and stroked his small cock, which in spite of everything was hard again from the filthy mix of fear, pain, and exposure.

—Look at yourself —I whispered—. Indignant, offended... and hard as a rock.

He shook his head, humiliated. I did not give him time to argue. I jerked him off with short, quick motions while Mara squeezed his balls and Clara pinched his nipples. It did not take long. His cock trembled and he came pathetically onto the table, with ridiculous spasms that drew laughter and cruel comments.

—In the end you really did come to participate —Irene said.

We untied him after cleaning him just enough and left him sitting in a chair, with a cold pack between his legs and his ass still burning. No one took him seriously again. He stayed quiet, head bowed, watching the night continue without him, turned into a mute witness of a disorder he could no longer control.

I made a slow circuit around the classroom, making sure everyone was still within the agreed limits. One man was licking two women’s pussies in turn while they held each other by the hair and kissed. On the floor, the loser of the rope game was being fucked from behind while jerking off desperately, forced to come while watching the winner laugh at him. Farther away, Clara let her little dog lick her boots before sitting on his face.

The music lowered a little. The atmosphere was still hot, thick, full of gasps and murmured orders. I poured myself a drink of water and Lucía came back to my side already recovered, still naked except for the collar. She knelt without being asked and rested her cheek on my thigh.

—Happy? —she asked softly.

I ran my fingers through her hair.

—Very.

I looked at Ramiro one last time. He was still in the corner, pale, hurting, aware that what had happened there could destroy him as much as any of us if it ever came to light. And for that very reason, he would not say a single word.

The party ended at dawn. Some stayed asleep wrapped around each other on the mats; others were still kissing with the satisfied laziness of people who had fucked well. The classroom looked like a kind battlefield: scattered costumes, empty bottles, tangled ropes, and exhausted bodies.

I helped Ramiro put his trousers back on and walked him to the building’s small infirmary. He walked slowly, with his legs a little apart from the pain in his ass and the punishment on his balls. Before leaving him on the stretcher, he looked at me with a confused mixture of resentment and defeat.

—I’m not going to say anything —he murmured.

—I know —I replied.

When I returned to the classroom, Lucía was sucking off one of the men in the corner while another woman stroked her tits and fingered her pussy. I smiled when I saw her so fully given over. The night was not quite over yet, and I was in no hurry.

I sat back down in my chair, crossed my legs, and let the music wrap around me while I contemplated that obedient chaos I had created myself. Some people sought me out with their eyes, waiting for an order. Others just wanted to show off for me. Everyone understood the same thing: in that room, power ran through my voice.

Before dawn, I finally turned off the music and everyone lifted their heads.

—Rest now —I said—. We’ll think about what the next celebration will be.

There were tired smiles, a few protesting moans, and several conspiratorial laughs. Lucía, still on her knees, kissed my hand.

I looked around, satisfied, and could not help smiling.

—Relax —I added—. Another night of punishment is just around the corner.