“Lead me around. Tie me on your string. Make me wear a
collar and parade me as your bitch. Take me to a club
-- a sex club –- and masturbate over me as others
watch. I’m your plaything, your passion, use me as
you like.”
The words throb in my head. It had
just been a fantasy whispered once or twice. You had
told me to behave, but I had no idea what you were
capable of. I thought we’d stay at the resort the whole vacation. I curse
my bad behavior the whole drive. The whole silent
ride in the car.
I know my fate before we even pull up…
We enter, undress, and glance about the rooms. Once
or twice, you nod at a woman or a man in greeting. I
am ignored. Gently, you lead me by the hand to a
room painted in red. Cushions and mattresses lay in
rows across the floor. Couples dot the room,
busily fucking. You have been silent ever since we left
the hotel and I can feel the anger seething in you. I’m
fearful.
Thankfully, you lead me to a dark, empty cove in the
room. But once I adjust to the darkness, I see the
eyes. Lots of them. At least eight strange men sit in
wait. Are these people your friends? Strangers? They
seem to know your plan.
With no warning you suddenly get hard, bend me over,
grunt, and take me from behind. You push me face to
face with another cock. Will I have to suck it?
You move in my pussy but don’t say a thing. The threat
is there and I try to remain silent, obedient. His
cock is hard, just inches from my face, and his hand
is busy. With each thrust up my cunt, you shove my
head down closer to his cock.
But you don’t cum. Instead you pull out mid-stride
and leave me unsatisfied. You know what it takes for
me and must have felt my orgasm building, a tightness
to my pussy, a need needing release. Damn! I must be
better about that next time. Show nothing, and steal
my pleasure as you make yours.
The men encircle me. My excitement slips to dread.
They are too many.
“How can I handle them all?” I think. “Have I been
that bad?”
But I don’t have the power to stop them. I have no
power. You are my owner and you do as you wish. You
will make me take them one after the other and you
will watch. And I had better do it. Or else.
Still, after all our time together I’m defiant. It’s
what you cherish about me – every day I must be
trained, disciplined, spanked, broken in by my Master.
“Sure I’ll do it. I may even enjoy it,” I think to
myself, “but I won’t show you my thrill.”
It begins.
The circle closes in and my mouth crams with cocks, my
cunt fills with cum, my tits jiggle from fucking and
the molest of strange hands.
My pussy gets slammed from behind, and my rich ass is
gripped like the handlebars of a bike. It is rubbed
and slapped, grabbed and grinded. After the third
stranger, my butt cheeks begin to burn and turn red.
Still, it is not penetrated. My ass will be yours
alone to take.
Finally, I see the last dick. I suck it quickly to
make it wet and then he walks around behind me. I wait
in that delicious moment of the unknown –- the moment
before getting taken, before feeling the warmth and
the hardness, before learning his girth…
And then he is up deep inside me. I arch my back and
move my cunt along his shaft, faster and faster. I
moan and cry out –- do anything to make him hurry up
and come because I’m tired and sore. At last! He pulls
out and spurts whiteness onto my back…
At least I had thought it was the last dick. You shove
the last stranger aside and force three fingers up my
sore cunt. Your fingers slide in, out, in, out, and
then up to my nipples. You pinch one, then the other.
Hard.
The men
stand around us, spent and greedily watching. No treat for them though
– you tug me to a corner where no
one can see. You say you have another torture for
me.
I stand waiting…
