Author's Note: Hey Everyone! I've been reading and enjoying the incredible stories on this site for some time now; I figured it was about time to give back! This is my first published story on here so I hope you enjoy. Your constructive criticism is of course very welcome. Enjoy!

"Alright babe, you ready to go? We don't want to be late!" she said in excitement to Sir.

It was New Year's Eve and they were going to a friend's party, which promised to be unforgettable. Earlier in the evening Sir had laid out a delightfully sexy outfit for her to wear; she was already wet with anticipation as she slipped her white lace thong on, followed by matching bra, heels and a brand new white sleeveless Herve Leger bandage dress - the kind that hugged her slim but perfectly curved form in all the right places - which Sir had surprised her with just the day before.

She could see the look of lust in Sir's eyes as he emerged from the bathroom, surpassed only by her own need as she took note of the fact that Sir was donning his favorite fitted Ralph Lauren suit. Her knees felt week and she quickly tried to regain her composure before turning to head out the door.

"Not so fast little girl!" Sir called out. "Up against the wall, bend forward, pull your dress up, now!" Knees now weaker, she quickly did as she was told.

Sir came up behind her, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Just because we are going to a vanilla party does not mean I still can't have some fun with my horny little slut."

She felt him slowly slide her thong down, resting it just above her knees. She felt the familiar touch of glass against her ass as Sir slowly slipped her favorite larger plug inside her. Barely able to stand now, Sir reached out and steadied her against the wall. "I'm not done," he whispered with a devilish grin. A finger quickly pushed inside her soaking slit just to inspect and make sure she was properly wet for what came next; A remote controlled vibrator was then slipped inside and in what felt like an instant, her thong was pulled back up and her dress back down, sealing both intruders inside her for the night.

Before she could even let out a proper moan or come to terms with her current predicament, she felt Sir's firm hand at her lower back guiding her out the front door. With each step she could feel the vibrator and plug shifting around inside her. How was she going to make it through the night like this....making innocent conversation with all of her vanilla friends....and then it dawned on her, Sir hadn't even turned the egg on yet.

That quickly changed as the moment they got in the car she felt the vibrator spring to life. The vibrator pulsed through her, bouncing off the plug and causing sensations difficult to describe with words.

"Sir....unff.....if you don't turn it off you're going to make me cu....."

She could feel the intensity building and her sex reaching the brink. "p-please Sir", stammering, barely able to put a full sentence together, "p-please Sir, I can't much longer, p-p-please let me cum" she whimpered desperately.

Suddenly both the car and the vibrator stopped. Sir wrapped his fingers around her neck and forced her to look deep into his eyes. "YOU ARE NOT CUMMING UNTIL 2014, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

Sinking down into her seat with his hand firmly around her neck, she was flooded with a sense of grief at the thought of how she would ever make it through the night. And yet, she was overcome with happiness at the feeling of being so completely owned. "Yes Sir" she responded.

"Good girl. We're here!" They had stopped in front of a large house that was clearly alive with the sounds of loud music and people enjoying themselves. As they emerged from the car and headed towards the house, she could feel her thong had become nothing more than a soaking wet rag. She could feel her own juices now dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Sir knocked on the door and she took one last deep breadth, attempting to compose herself before facing the music so to speak.

Suddenly the door opened. "Heyyy!!!!!!!!!" a cheery and drunk host greeted them. "I'm so glad you two could make it!"

"Nice to see you t-" her reply came to a screeching halt when she felt the vibrator inside suddenly come to life.

Noticing her suddenly flushed face the host turned and asked, "Are you okay?" As if to further increase her sense of humiliation, Sir then turned to her and asked, "Yeah honey, what's wrong?" Doing her best to remain standing, she somehow found the strength to muster a reply.

"Oh not-t-hing, I'm f-f-ine. I just had a little too much wine e-e-arlier this evening at dinner."

"Well come on in! Let's get you guys something to drink, the party is just getting started!" their host said. Luckily, as she began walking Sir turned the vibrator off. After all, he couldn't have his cute little slut slip in her heels and hurt herself.

This party was larger than either of them had been expecting. There must have been at least 100-150 people there. The living room had been cleared of furniture and transformed into a lively dance floor. On the wall, the TV was showing the usual New Years Eve countdown shows with a counter in the top right corner. It was 11:02. Fifty-eight minutes to go.

Sir disappeared for a moment and returned with two glasses of champagne. He handed her a glass and they toasted to the New Year. He then gave her a soft kiss before leaning into her ear and whispering, "Remember, you will not cum until 2014".

Just then two of their friends came over to join them. They engaged in the usual friendly banter for about fifteen minutes. She was expecting Sir to turn the vibrator on during that time but to her surprise he didn't. Maybe he was trying to keep her guessing. He was definitely doing a good job.

When their conversation ended, Sir took her by the hand and led her into a new and very crowded room. They sat down on a couch in the middle of the room and Sir checked his phone: "11:35. Twenty-five minutes to go....hmmmm, I wonder, how we should pass the time." Sir replaced his phone to his pocket and suddenly she felt the vibrator come alive once more. She writhed and clenched her hips together on the couch. She struggled not to moan in pure ecstasy here in the middle of this crowded room.

Thankfully, the loud music was covering up the vibrating noise coming from between her legs. Every second that went by the struggle became harder. She looked around the room and while people were mostly engrossed in their own conversations it didn't matter. She felt like all eyes were on her, watching her writhe and grind against the couch, barely able to silence her moans, a horny little slut for all to enjoy. Just as she felt her orgasm nearing, Sir turned the vibrator off. After about thirty seconds, the vibrator came back on. Once more, her climax approached and once more, with staggering disappointment, the vibrator turned off. It was then she realized she was being edged; right here; right in front of all of her friends and tons of strangers. She had never felt so humiliated and turned on in her whole life.

It was then that an unfamiliar couple came and sat down on the couch next to the two of them. She looked over at Sir, begging, pleading with her eyes for him to stop but sure enough, thirty seconds later, the vibrator came back on. She wasn't sure how much more she could take and she struggled to not writhe against the couple a mere two or three inches away. Suddenly the couple exchanged a strange glance with one another, then looked over at her, stood up and walked away. Had they noticed her whimpers? Her spasms and hips grinding into the couch? Maybe they had felt the vibrations through the couch cushions.

Her humiliation and now aching between her legs reached a new level. Suddenly the vibrator went off, Sir grabbed her hand, lifted her up and brought her down the hall to the bathroom. He took her inside, put her on her knees and unzipped his pants. Clearly she wasn't the only one turned on by her public edging; Sir's cock was now throbbing in front of her.

She let out a loud moan. "PLEASE Sir, p-p-please may I suck your cock?"

"Good girl. Of course." With that he shoved his cock deep into her throat. Thank god the vibrator was off otherwise she may have cum right then. As she sucked him harder and harder she could feel his grasp on her hair tighten. After a few minutes he took complete control, grabbing her by the back of her head and fucking her throat violently. Suddenly, she felt his cum explode into her throat and like the proper little slut he had trained her to be, she swallowed every last drop, licking him clean.

"Good girl" he smiled. With that he stood her up, pulled up her dress and reached into her thong. She wasn't sure but it felt like he was adjusting something with the vibrator. The vibrator now began to buzz very faintly. Sir then clapped and her whole body convulsed as the vibrator ramped up to its most powerful setting for an instant before settling back down.

"It responds to loud noises" whispered Sir with a big grin on his face. "See watch what happens when I start counting loudly." Sir's tone went from a whisper to more of a shout, "ONE! TWO! THREE!" With each number the vibrator pulsed at it highest setting bringing her to the brink of release. If Sir hadn't stopped, she may have cum by five or six. "Oh, look at the time," Sir whispered again. "11:59. "We better get out there or we're going to miss it!"

As they emerged from the bathroom the noise of the party brought her vibrator up to a medium hum and she was right on the edge. They walked into the middle of the dance floor/living room filled to capacity with people watching the countdown. Completely on edge, and surrounded by about sixty to seventy people, Sir faced her towards the TV and wrapped her up in his arms. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Here it comes."

The room erupted in the shouts of a large crowd counting in unison, "TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN!....."

Her knees gave out, her back arched, Sir was the only thing holding her upright.

"....SIX! FIVE! FOUR!"

Her thighs clenched and she was right on the brink of the most intense orgasm she had ever felt, her humiliation at being in the center of this packed room only making things that much more powerful.

"THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YE-"

SHE EXPLODED.

Sir held her tight as she grinded back against him, cumming hard right there in the middle of the room. As her orgasm washed over her, she felt Sir kiss the back of her head before she collapsed deeper into his arms.

Happy New Year indeed.