Author's Note: This is part I, so the story doesn't get really going until part II. If the want is there, I'll keep posting! Until then, hope you enjoy!

"They'll be over in a bit," he says, "are you ready?"

"Ready, Jack," I reply, the nerves finally getting to me. My hands slip and I drop a bowl in the sink.

Jack steps behind me, calmly taking my wrist and kissing behind my ear. "If you want out, what's the word?"

"Pineapple. I'm just nervous, is all." I lean into him, smelling his cologne. "Remember this is my first time. They're all clean, right?"

"Every last one of them." They're Jack's D&D buddies, who come over every week or so for game night. They--Jack, Alex, Peter, and Wyatt--have been buddies for ages, but none of them (except Jack) have any clue what's about to happen.

"You followed my orders?"

"Nothing on under the dress," I say, flashing him. My dress isn't anything special, it's practically a black sheet with ties for straps. I look cute, but most importantly, it's easily removable.

"Good girl." He slaps my ass and walks to the table to straighten the chairs. "You'll sit here to my right, next to Alex. You will go where I lead you, you will go where they lead you."

He pulls a black collar and a short, three-foot silver chain from his pocket. "When they commit, I will put this on you. Until it comes off, you will obey."

I nod, my nipples tingling and clit throbbing. "Yes sir," I whisper.

He steps forward, pressing me to the sink, and kisses me deeply. His hot breath and thick beard tickles my face as he says, "my slut."

knockknock, creak The door just opened. My clit throbs harder, knowing whoever's in the other room is about to see me tremble and shake. They're about to make me tremble and shake.

"Hey," Wyatt says, putting his stuff in his usual spot--to the left of Jack. "Where's the screen, you ready for tonight?"

"I think we'll play another game tonight," Jack says, glancing at me. "We'll see how the other guys feel when they're here."

Alex and Peter aren't too far behind, and fall into their usual spots. Pleasantries come and go, and they dig into what happened at the last D&D session. I'm a part of that game, but I'm frankly too nervous to talk now. My eyes flit from man to man, from their chests and shoulders to their arms and hands.

Alex is a black haired, brown-eyed beauty, like a model who got discovered at the local racetrack. He's a mechanic at the local oil chain and has a different girlfriend every month.

Peter's an awkward guy, but his personality is absolutely nuts when you get to know him. I met him in a gaming club in college, and as far as I can tell, he's never had a girlfriend. Tonight, his long brown hair is down, but well-maintained.

Wyatt, on the other hand, is a special case. I've always known he has a crush on me. Before he realized Jack and I were a couple, he even tried to ask me out a few times. He thought I was joking when I said "my boyfriend's not interested in a third right now." If only he knew--

"You okay?" Wyatt noticed me staring.

"Sure," I reply, reaching for Jack's arm. "Maybe it's time."

"Remember," he says, leaning in, "pineapple. I love you." He kisses my hand.

I watch as he looks around at the three men, who each look at each other.

"Jack," Peter asks, "what's going on? Are you two okay?"

"We're fine," Jack says, keeping my hand in his. "I think a few months ago, I put a proposition in our group chat. Do you all remember that?"

Silence.

"Wait." Alex slowly begins to smirk. "You don't mean-"

"I do." Jack nods. "It's her fantasy. I've got you all here, and you all were certainly excited at the idea. Why not tonight?"

More silence. I start to worry they're not interested, but I glance down at Alex's lap. Either he's a lot bigger than I'd thought, or he's *really* excited about this.

"Is it really your fantasy," Peter asks, trying to read my face.

I nod. "I wanna get passed around a table. I want it tonight," I practically moan.

Peter recoils, not out of disgust, but out of shock. "I'd never thought... You?"

I nod again, feeling my breasts rub against the fabric of my dress as my breathing gets harder.

"You can say no," Jack reminds them. "You can all say no. Right now, no questions asked, no hard feelings."

"I'm in," Alex says.

"I..." Wyatt hesitates.

"I can see the way you look at my woman, Wyatt," Jack says, "and you too, Peter. If you say you don't want to, there's no hard feelings, but we both know you'd be lying."

Alex has scooted his chair closer to mine and put my hair behind my ear. "Just how long have you had this fantasy," he whispers, his hot breath against my ear.

"Since before Jack," I reply truthfully. I shakily take his wrist to place his hand on my thigh. "This time's my first, though."

"I'll be gentle, baby," he moves his hand across the fabric of my dress, tantalizingly revealing my thigh.

"Wait," Jack orders in a voice he only reserves for me. He rises from his chair, seamlessly pulling out the leash and collar and whipping it around my neck. "Our pet knows the rules tonight. If you don't respect her safe word, you're out of the group tonight and forever. Your character will die, and you will never see my good girl again. Abide by that one rule, you'll never stop seeing her."

Alex nods dreamily, already tracing a finger along his pants. Wyatt and Peter nod nervously, but I catch them both doing the same to their own hardening crotches.

"With that out of the way, I think we're ready to play." Jack takes a tight hold of the leash, which forces me to lift my chin obediently. "Now. Roll for initiative."