Party favor

"Alison!" My wife calls from the kitchen.  "I was just texting my friends.  Get in the car, we have a surprise for you!"

I feel butterflies in my stomach instantly.  It's a weird mix of dread and anxious excitement whenever they plan an adventure for me.  By now I know it's of no use to argue or resist.  So I hop in the passenger seat as she slides behind the wheel.

We stop at her best friend's house, where her friends are waiting by the driveway.  Her best friend holds a plastic shopping bag.  They move me to the back seat at this point, me in the middle of my wife and her best friend, the other two in the front.

"We have some fun props for you today, sissy," my wife says with a smile.  She pulls a blindfold out of the plastic bag and places it over my eyes.  Alright, I think, so they don't want me to see where we're going.  Not a big deal, I can handle that.

I hear the bag rustle again and feel a band placed around my wrist and fastened.  They have me lean forward.  Before I know it, my hands are forced behind my back and another band is tightened around my free wrist.  

That's when I start to panic, my mind races to figure out what mischief they've thought up that requires me to be blindfolded and restrained.  I hear the women texting each other and laughing.  Oh my, I'm in for it now!

The engine stops and car doors open.  I'm led out of the side door and into a building.  The sound of basketballs dribbling and squeaky sneakers tells me we're in a gym.  Over the din I hear the best friend talking with someone.  Next I'm led down a hallway and through a door.

"OK, Alison, we're here," my wife says.  She gently leads me into the room until my shins bump into something solid.  I stop to avoid tripping over it.  The women nudge me forward anyway, helping to lower my body onto what feels like a couch.  Then silence.

"What's going on?" I ask.  No answer.  Just silence for minutes.

When I hear multiple baritone voices approaching from the hallway outside the room, my blindfold is finally removed.  I see that I'm lying prone on a long padded ottoman, hands still restrained behind my back.  My wife and her three friends are sitting cross-legged on a matching couch a few feet to my left.  

The male voices can be heard just outside the room, a couple of them laughing at a joke.  My wife stands up, straightens her dress, and walks toward the door.  I hear it open, but am unable to twist my head around to see who's coming in.  

"Welcome to the party, guys!" my wife's best friend says from the couch, with her hands held out towards me.  "We brought the entertainment, and are excited to watch a show."

I hear the door shut. followed by a click of a deadbolt.  Next comes my wife's voice.  

"We've brought condoms and a bottle of lube, which you can find in the plastic bag here by the door."  She walks back to the couch and sits with her friends.  

"Remember, the gym is packed today and this office seems secluded, so feel free to really give this sissy everything you've got.  If there's no questions, then enjoy yourselves!"

"Well, let's see what we got here!" I hear a man say as he slaps my ass.  I wriggle against the restraints, but they hold tight.  

As I feel my skirt being pulled up my legs, I turn to my wife and her friends and say, "Okay, you really got me.  I hope you enjoy your show.  You have no idea how humiliated I feel right now.  You guys owe me big time for this."

The women just sit on the couch, legs crossed, watching intently.