Saul

 

 

 

Saul.

 

   I met him at a slaves and masters dress-up party thrown by a friend of mine. I’d gone as a slave, naturally, and I looked hot. I wore a black studded dog collar around my neck with a chain attached to it, coiled, for the moment, around my upper arm. I had one end of a pair of hand-cuffs locked around my left wrist, the other cuff dangling free, and the key to them hung round my neck on a black satin ribbon, resting between my barely covered breasts, which were pushed up high by a sleeveless black corset. My long dark hair was pulled back into two pig-tails. My eyes were lined with black, and my mouth was painted bright red. I had on a little black pleated skirt that gave a tiny peek of my butt when I bent over – and I made sure I bent over. I wasn’t wearing any panties under the skirt. I wore a suspender belt, the straps pressing against my smooth white thighs and holding up my black lace thigh-high stockings. A pair of knee-high, high-heeled black leather boots completed my outfit, and I knew there wasn’t a guy at that party who didn’t want me.

 

   I had a ball for the first few hours, flirting and teasing outrageously, downing a few more Jim Beams than I probably should have. Saul was one of the guys I was talking to, he hadn’t dressed up, and he looked good – tall, with a great body; broad shoulders, flat stomach and well-muscled arms, tattooed – the lot, all shown off by a tight black t-shirt and jeans. He had mischievous, bright blue eyes, and longish dark hair, and he was very handsome indeed – and knew it. He made me laugh a few times, and eventually we were standing by each other talking together about music and taking occasional part in the general conversation.      

 

  At one point everyone was talking about fantasies, and he said to me, suddenly, quietly, so only I could hear, with a long, undisguised look;

   “So, what’s your dirtiest fantasy?”

   I blushed - a man had rarely been that direct with me – or looked at me like that, speculatively, openly, aggressively sexual. I blushed, and I was angry he’d made me betray myself. It made me want to tease him; make him as frustrated as I could. So I smiled, and said so only he could hear me:

 

   “My dirtiest fantasy is having two guys at once. One to take my mouth and one to take my pussy. Just like all guys want to have two girls at once.” I smiled up at him, intending to be brazen and flaunting, and then couldn’t face what I saw in his gaze – I stared quickly at the floor.

 

   He was grinning at me, I knew it, and I was blushing more than ever.

   Sometime soon after that I made my escape to go check my make-up – and get away from Saul’s speculative eyes on me. I went up the stairs to use the en-suite of the main bedroom. I could feel many male eyes on me, staring eagerly at my nearly exposed pussy as I climbed the stairs, but I was only really conscious of his.

 

   I’d finished in the bathroom and was standing at the bedroom dresser checking my make-up in the mirror when I saw him, reflected in the mirror, walking into the room. I spun around and was instinctively on my guard.

 

  He knew what I was thinking, I was sure of it. He didn’t give me any time to recover –  He said in a conversational tone;

   “So do you really like being a slave – or do you just like teasing cock?”

   My jaw dropped and he shut the door behind him, casually. I started forward to leave, but he was between the door and me. I tried to sound normal, to keep it flirtatious and light, scared as I was.

 

   “I really like being a slave. Sometimes.”

  “Yeah? What do you consider being a slave?” He had walked towards me and was standing a foot away with his arms crossed, staring at me.

   “Being totally – obedient, I guess.” I was conscious of my eyes getting darker and my lips parting, and I cursed myself when his movement still closer to me made my pussy throb.

   “And what does it take to make you obey?”

   I tried to look defiant:

   “You couldn’t do it. You’d have to rape me.” I pouted at him.

 

  He smiled and then grabbed me suddenly around my waist, pulled me against him and pushed his hands up my skirt. I moaned involuntarily as he roughly fondled my buttocks, pinching, exploring me, and though I struggled furiously, I couldn’t get away from him, or from his hands on my body. I squealed and then bit my lips to stop the pleas for him to stop from coming out – I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I twisted and squirmed desperately, deciding that if I couldn’t fight him with strength, I would escape him by being quick and too slippery for him. I don’t think he expected it – he had heard the way I’d moaned when he first touched me, and he must have known part of me was enjoying it – and I knew my behaviour earlier had been half asking for it. I succeeded in squirming out of his arms, and moved away quickly, backing towards the bed, which made him laugh, and I stopped, but I didn’t know where else to go – I was trapped.

 

  He simply stepped forward and grabbed me again, easily as quickly as I had eluded his grasp a moment ago. His strong grip on my shoulders hurt me, and I was mortified when my cry of pain and my struggling only made him grip me tighter.

  

  He looked into my eyes, as I silently pleaded with him. He loosed his hold a little, and without warning, he brought one hand up to my face, and stroked my cheek. I stopped struggling and my mouth dropped open as I gasped at his gentle touch, and he used that opportunity to kiss me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. Though I immediately pulled away from him, he controlled me easily. My whole body was responding to him, and as he forced his tongue back into my mouth I was finding it harder and harder to struggle with him.

   He kissed me for a long time, and just as my protesting whimpers were giving way to irrepressible moans of pleasure, he stopped and stared at me for a long second before grabbing my shoulders again and pushing me down onto the bed, which was right behind me. I scrambled quickly into a kneeling position, terrified by that breathless moment of lying before him unprotected.

   “I won’t let you do this to me!”

 

I spoke breathlessly, letting a plea be visible in my eyes.

   “Do what to you?” He smiled at me when I couldn’t answer and put his hand out to stroke my face, but I jerked away from him - “How will you stop me?” he asked me.

I let out a short breath and spoke.

   “If I let you do – other things to me, will you promise not to – r-rape me?”

He smiled widely and knelt on the bed before me.

   “It could be a bargain, little girl.”

I stared at him, absolutely terrified and not worried about showing it anymore.

   “W-what do you want to do to me?”

  

He moved closer to me and I instinctively tried to cover up my breasts, nearly hanging out of my skimpy top after our recent struggles, but he grabbed my wrists and forced me down on the bed before I could cover myself. I squirmed, but he was far too strong for me, holding me down easily and using his knees to force my legs apart, so I could barely move at all.

  

“Please” I whimpered, “What are you going to do to me?”

   He pulled down the top of my corset with his teeth, so one hard pink nipple was exposed, and he licked and bit it gently before he spoke, making both my nipples harden even more and my pussy gush despite my fear.

 

  “I just want to play with you, slave.” His voice was caressing, his mouth dangerously close to mine.

 Suddenly he took my left arm, the one with the handcuffs on it, and then pulled both my arms up above my head, cuffing me to the iron bars of the bedstead before I even knew what he was doing.

 

   There was no point struggling anymore, but I couldn’t help trying to twist my body away from his hands, touching me freely now, pinching my nipples roughly and occasionally stroking me between my legs and on my inner thighs. He kept chuckling at my vain attempts at escape, and his growls of pleasure as he touched my body and heard me whimper in protest told me that the more I resisted him the more he wanted me.

  

I tried to still myself, and he closed his hand over my right breast, squeezing it, then he forced the index finger of his other hand between my teeth, and I instinctively bridled and sucked it for him. He spoke roughly as he forced my mouth open wider and put another finger in:

   “You’re beautiful when you’re helpless, little girl.”

   I could only moan while I sucked and licked his fingers.

   Finally he pulled his fingers from my mouth and looked at me.

   “I want to see how submissive you really are, slave.”

   I tried not to pant, and didn’t care anymore if I had to plead with him.

   “Please, Saul, let me go – you’ve played with me – please -.” I pulled against the cuffs, futilely, and looked pleadingly at him.

  

 His only answer was to kiss me deeply and roughly. Then he bent his mouth down to my exposed breasts and began to suck, lick and bite my nipples again, making my eyes close with pleasure and then making them widen with pain. I didn’t think I could bear it much longer, I wanted to spread my legs for him and beg him to take me – the things he was doing to me were driving me mad, and if he didn’t stop soon I’d let him do whatever he wanted – and I was scared of what that might be.

  

As if he was reading my thoughts he raised his head to mine and kissed me gently on the lips, and my mouth opened for him, helplessly. He felt it and gave a growl of pleasure, sliding his tongue further into my mouth, making me moan.

  

When he’d finished, he sat back and smiled at me, and I knew my lips were swollen and parted, and my eyes were wide and dark with lust.

   “Please stop.” I begged him.

  “I’ll stop when you beg me for more, sweetheart. I love hearing hot little cock-teases beg for it.” I gasped and he stroked my face with one hand, and with his other hand gently fondled my hardened nipples, reddened and sensitive from his twisting and biting them earlier. I couldn’t seem to speak – and he continued, smiling cruelly at me.

   “And I promise that once I hear you beg me for it, I won’t rape you.”

I wouldn’t let him hear me beg for it – the way my body was responding to him, I knew that if I started to beg him for more, I’d lose the tiny amount of control I had left.

   “Please don’t – please – I’m sorry I teased you – please, if you let me go, if you un-cuff me, I’ll do other things for you – I’ll make up for teasing you – please! -” I tried to look as innocent and appealing as I could – and I could swear his eyes softened as he looked at me.

   “Alright, little girl. If you promise to stay still for me, and let me choose what I want to do to you.”

   “No! I’ll choose!”

He laughed and kissed me softly on the mouth.

   “Alright. What will you do for me if I let you go?”

   I blushed awfully – thinking of the things he could do to me that would satisfy him with not raping me, and I was silent for a second.

   “I – I’d let you - ”

   “Yeah?” He licked his lips and smiled, not helping me out.

   “I w-won’t take your cock – anywhere - ”

   He half-smiled, and moved closer to me – his voice was quiet but rough in my ear, his    tongue flicking against the lobe of my ear,

  “Don’t you want me to fuck your mouth, slut?”

 

 His brutal words sent a thrill through my pussy, already gushing wet, and a moan escaped me. He seemed to relent a little as he looked into my eyes, silently pleading with him, and to my surprise, he suddenly began to un-cuff me. I thankfully scrambled away from him, into a sitting position, rearranging my clothes to cover me as best as they could and rubbing my wrists. I stared at him, poised to flee. He seemed to sense it, and left me to recover myself a little. Then he said, quietly, but still with that edge of roughness;

 

  “All you have to do is tell me you want it. I know you’re enjoying what I’m doing to you. I can feel how hard your nipples are, and I know your little pussy’s soaking wet. I know you want cock, little girl, all you have to do is say it.”

   “I won’t say – that - I’ll let you – play with me – but you can’t make me admit I wanted it – you forced me - ”

   He seemed in no rush, sitting casually, watching me. He broke in –

   “Forced you to open up your mouth for my tongue? Forced you to moan like that when I sucked your tits? To press yourself up against my cock? I didn’t force you to do that.” His voice became a growl. “No one forced you to dress like that, slut.”

 

  I was furious – I wouldn’t let him humiliate me like this. I burst out:

   “How dare you! – please, what do you want me to do to make you let me go? I’ll do some things for you, if it’ll satisfy you, but I won’t admit I want it from a – sadistic fucking rapist.”

 

  He looked me in the eye, and deliberately stroked my shoulder, lingeringly, possessively. I trembled, but couldn’t move away. He whispered in my ear.

   “I’m not a rapist, sweetheart, I’m a master, and you’re a slave. I like making women submit, and you like submitting to men. I might have only just met you, but I know what it is you want. I don’t let submissives tease me the way you’ve teased me without punishing them. And the best way to make a submissive like you remember a punishment is if I make you admit you want it.”

   I couldn’t look at him, because it was true, I was very submissive. I’d played at being a slave for men a couple of times, and loved it – but no one had ever really enslaved me – no one had humiliated me the way he had that night, or been as explicit about what they wanted to do to me – I’d never felt so dirty, or so aroused.

 

  “How do you want to punish me?” I asked in a small voice, trying not to let it tremble.

He licked his lips again, smiling infuriatingly, and put one hand on his belt –

   “You’ll have to bend over for it.”

 

  I was apprehensive about what I knew he was going to do to me – not least because I was anticipating it with a tiny part of my brain and all of my pussy - but his voice had a control over me that I couldn’t disobey. No one had ever spanked me before. Anyway, he’d said he’d let me go once he’d done whatever he was going to do to me – and I wasn’t strong enough to fight him. All I could do was obey him.

 

 I slowly got onto my hands and knees, keeping my knees close together and trying to hold myself so my skirt covered as much of my butt and pussy as possible, but he wasn’t tolerating that. He reminded me that if I struggled with him I’d be sorry, and then he grabbed my hips, raising my arse high up in the air, and then he forced one knee roughly between my locked together legs, easily spreading them wide apart. I couldn’t help struggling then, instinctively, and that was a mistake –

 

  He had me just where he wanted me now – his body weight and strength were more than enough to keep me exactly where he wanted me. Nonetheless, at my first desperate attempt at resisting him, he quickly grabbed my left wrist, which still had the handcuffs dangling off it, and cuffed me again to the bedstead.

 

  He whispered in my ear as I knelt there, bent over, handcuffed to the bed, helpless and with my legs spread and my pussy uncovered before him; “I told you not to struggle, slut.”

   I could hear the sounds of him pulling his leather belt out of his jeans, and I whimpered, and mentally cursed my pussy, which was tightening and throbbing. I couldn’t let him do this to me.

 

  “Saul, please don’t! – please, I’ll let you – spank me– but please un-cuff me. How do I know you’ll only spank me?”

 

  His voice was lazily satisfied when he replied, and I could hear him sliding the leather belt back and forth across his hands; “You don’t. And it’s more of a whipping, really, with this belt. The best part is making you wait for it.” He began to stroke my backside with the belt, and slid his other hand closer and closer to my spread pussy, then stroked and squeezed my tits from behind, pulling my body against his so his cock was pressing in between my legs, and I could feel how hard he was – he kept touching me all over, playing with me, teasing me with pleasure whilst I was expecting any second for him to begin punishing me.  

 

  Then he released my swollen tits, and there was nothing for a few seconds - my body tensed, and with a grunt of pleasure, he began to whip me, hard and relentlessly, drawing back the belt so it cracked like a real whip across my butt, and felt like burning strips laid across the backs of my thighs. He spoke softly to me while he whipped me, and held my hips up so my body, wanting to collapse into the bed, was still offered up for him and for the belt:

 

  “I’ve wanted to do this to you all night, little girl. From the first moment I saw you I knew you needed breaking in – and that little pussy looks so good to me right now, slut.”

 

  I was helpless against him – cuffed to the bed, my legs spread for him, with my pussy throbbing for his cock, with the way he was talking to me making me want so badly to be his slave – he was making me want to submit to him completely, and he knew it. 

 

  He stopped whipping me for a moment, and just when I thought my punishment was over, I felt the belt being dragged up between my legs, and then it was being pulled, tighter and tighter, up into my cunt, the sharp leather edges hurting my sensitive little clit, making me squirm and whimper as nothing he had done so far had made me – the pain and pleasure were nearly sending me over the edge, and the effort of not screaming was almost becoming too much.

 

  He whispered close to my ear, keeping the belt forced up into me;

   “You like that slut? Tell me how much you like that.”

   “No!”

 

  He grabbed roughly at my hips, then suddenly dropped the whip and forced me down onto my belly, and without further ado, began spanking me on the bottom with his open hand, harder and harder, taking obvious pleasure in my cries of protest and pleadings.

   “Mmm,” he groaned, “I could punish you all night, little girl.”

   “No – no please!” I begged, “I’ll say whatever you want me to say.”

 

  He stopped spanking me, and gently stroked my butt, the soft touch maddening on the newly bruised and reddened skin. His fingers came dangerously close to my pussy, then travelled off in another direction, and he growled in anticipation, it seemed to me.

I couldn’t stand it any longer –

   “Please, what do you want me to say?”

 

  He kept stroking my butt and inner thighs, and was getting freer and freer with stroking my exposed, spread apart pussy, glistening wet, I knew it. I submitted to it without a struggle, thinking he would let me go when I said what he wanted me to.

   “Tell me what a bad little girl you’ve been.”

   I took a deep breath and spoke in a soft voice -

   “I’ve been a very bad girl. I was teasing you all night.”

 

  I felt the leather belt stroking gently against my buttocks again, and then he was pulling it harder than ever up against and into my spread-apart pussy, and his voice was whispering in my ear –

   “Why are you such a cock-tease, little girl?”

   I knew what he wanted – what he’d wanted from me all night. I squirmed desperately, unable to escape the belt, and had to say what he wanted me to say -

   “Because I’m a slut.”

   “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Samantha?”

   I whimpered and squirmed, trying futilely to escape his hands fondling my tits and my butt, but said what he wanted –

   “Yes, I’m a very dirty little slut.”

   His mouth was next to my face, and he kept stroking my body while he spoke:

“Tell me why you’re such a dirty little slut, Samantha.”

I would have to say it, I knew that nothing else would satisfy him – and I knew, too, that it was true.

“Because I love cock.”

He slapped my butt hard –

“Call me master, slave.”

I moaned –

“Yes master. I’m a dirty little slut because I love taking cock, master.”

 

 I waited, resigned, for his next command, there suddenly came an unfamiliar man’s voice behind me, speaking casually and low –

   “Very nice. I was thinking before that she’s easily the hottest little slut I’ve seen for a long time. I’ve been watching her tease cock all night, Saul. Good choice.” He laughed. The voice sounded immensely satisfied, and I recognised it as that of a good-looking, nice-seeming guy I’d been introduced to early in the evening who’d gotten me a drink.

I frantically tried to get away, but I was cuffed, and still within Saul’s strong arms, and I didn’t dare make a noise, or say anything, terrified as I was.

 

  “She’s a tease, alright.” Saul bit my neck and I moaned involuntarily. “She still needs to learn to obey, but I think she’ll be a good little slave for us once she does.”

   I could hear footsteps coming toward the bed and the newcomer spoke again, sounding amused.

 

  “From what I just heard her say, I’d say she’s ready to submit.”

   Then there were two pairs of hands on my body, exploring me, getting quickly more and more brutal and invasive. They turned me over to face them, so the chain on the cuffs twisted and bit into my wrists. My new tormenter kissed me repeatedly and roughly, violating my mouth, while he was squeezing my breasts, twisting my nipples and then slapping my breasts, at which I struggled desperately, but to no avail. Meanwhile, Saul forced my legs apart and began again to torment my clit with the belt, This time he whipped my pussy, first gently, then sharply, punishingly. I thrashed wildly, trying to escape the terrible pain and pleasure, but absolutely unable to escape either the pussy-whipping or the brutal kissing and fondling. When Saul finally pulled the belt away from my pussy, the other man stopped kissing me for a moment and Saul brought the glistening wet belt up to my mouth and ordered me –

 

  “Lick off your pussy juice, slave.”

   I could do nothing but obey, and as they watched me licking the belt, they both began unzipping their flies, taking out their huge hard cocks and holding them in their hands. Saul came forward and uncuffed me and ordered me to get down on the floor– when I refused, begging for mercy, he simply forced me down on the floor and into the position he wanted me in, on my hands and knees, my back arched and my legs spread apart. I was down in the doggy position before them, all ready for them and unable to stop them taking me. The second man stood in front of me, so his enormous, swollen cock was pressing against my face.

 

  “You know what I want, whore. Suck it like the little slut you are.”

   “Please no! Please don’t make me do that - ”

   But I couldn’t do anything to stop him when he held my face still and forced his cock roughly between my lips. I was helpless, and had to take it. I instinctively licked him and sucked him eagerly, as I had Saul’s fingers, his cock tasting shamefully good to me.

   “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he growled as he began sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. “I’ve been wanting to force my cock between those baby lips all night.”

 

  He kept forcing more of his cock into my mouth, and I tried desperately to moan that it was too much, that he was too big for me, but my moans only made his cock throb and get harder.  At that moment Saul pressed his huge, hard cock against my pussy, and ordered me roughly –

   “Beg for my cock, slut, beg me to fuck you.”

   I knew it was useless to resist any longer.

   “Oh God, yes,” I moaned “Please fuck me, please take my pussy.”

  His voice was triumphant: “Mmm, I’m gonna fuck you alright, slut, I’m gonna fuck that little pussy till you beg me for mercy.”

 

  I tried to scream through the cock in my mouth as Saul rammed his cock into me, and my wet little pussy let him in only an inch or so. I was far too small to take such a big cock all the way the first time. He felt how tight I was, and he only fucked me harder and harder, forcing my pussy open, bruising me, and his grunts as he forced his cock into me were brutal, animal. I could barely take it, this rough fucking at each end, both of them using me like a whore, treating me as if I only existed for their pleasure. But I had to take it – and try not to let the guilty, terrible thrills of pleasure show.

 

  They encouraged each other as they fucked me, telling each other how good my mouth and my pussy felt. Saul told me, even as he was raping me from behind, to suck harder. The man raping my mouth told Saul to take me harder, that he wanted to hear me scream while my mouth was filled with his cock, which I did soon enough, as Saul rammed my pussy brutally, forcing his cock all the way in, and the stranger began to cum in my  mouth, groaning, and forcing his cock practically down my throat. Saul kept taking me, more and more roughly and deeply, and the other man kept his swollen, throbbing cock firmly in my mouth.

 

  “Swallow it, slave - ” ordered Saul, roughly, “Drink that cum -” 

   The man cumming in my mouth grunted and then said –

   “Oh god yes you little slut, take it, drink my cum - ”

 

  I swallowed every drop of his cum, pumping hot and salty into my mouth, and frantically licked his cock clean with my tongue when he was done, unable to stop myself acting like a slave anymore, desperate to please them both. 

 

  Saul knew he had me where he wanted me now, and he kept fucking me relentlessly.

   “Beg me, slut,’ he ordered me, “Beg me for more.”

   I would have done anything for more of his cock right then –

  “Yes, please, please Saul, fuck me harder, I want it so badly, please – “

   He slowed down his cock, making me feel its absence, and I whimpered desperately –

   “Oh god, please don’t stop – please fuck me, Saul, I’ll do anything for it.”

   He held his cock half way in and halfway out of my pussy, while the other man was pumping at his cock with his hand, and he was rapidly getting erect again as he listened to me beg. Saul slapped my buttock sharply.

   “Say you want me to rape you, slut.”

   “Yes! Rape me, please.”  

   He slapped me again, harder.

   “You’re a very submissive little slut, aren’t you?” My other rapist was chuckling as I whimpered my replies.

   “Yes, Saul, I’m a very submissive little slut.”

   He slapped my buttocks two or three times, viciously.

   “You call me master, slut.”

   “Yes, master – I’m – I’m a very submissive little slut.”

 

  Saul slowly pushed his cock all the way into me. I groaned as his thick shaft slowly forced its way back into my pussy, and he pulled my hips roughly to him to force it in as deep as possible.

   “You love taking cock, don’t you slut?”

   “Yes master, I love taking cock.”

   “You want to be my slave, don’t you, little girl?”

   I gasped, but all I could think about was submitting to him so he’d let me have his cock pumping into me –

   “Yes, master, I want to be your slave. I’ll do anything for your cock.”

 

  He laughed triumphantly, and as he began to fuck my pussy again, this time so roughly I thought he split my pussy in two, I realised that the other man was holding a video camera. He’d been filming me as I’d begged for Saul’s cock, and he was filming me as I was raped. He was clearly getting off on it, pumping his cock with his hand, licking his lips and murmuring what a dirty slut I was. Saul was ready to cum, I could feel him throbbing inside my poor, bruised, soaking wet pussy.

   “Oh, yes, take my cock, you dirty little slut,” Saul grunted, “Take it all, little girl.”

 

 As Saul began to cum inside me, the stranger began kissing me again, forcing his tongue deep in my mouth, fondling my tits roughly as he raped my mouth with his tongue just as Saul shot his cum into my pussy.

 

  I came for a long time, moaning with pleasure, abandoning myself to it totally, and when I opened my eyes again, Saul had forced me over on my back and the other man had the video camera on me again, filming me as I whimpered helplessly with how hard I’d cum and fingered my soaking wet pussy. The stranger pumped his throbbing cock over my body, as I lay there, helpless with lust, and filmed me with his cum spilling over my tits.

 

  When they’d done with me, Saul and the other man began to dress, ignoring me. I began to pull my clothes back on me, wondering if they were just going to let me go. The stranger gave me a slap on my arse, told me contemptuously that I was a very hot little girl, and left. I was alone with Saul again.

 

  Saul turned to me, running his eyes insolently over my skimpy clothes, still dishevelled, over the cum on my face and my swollen mouth.

   “Now that I know what a good little slave you can be, you’ll have to promise to be a good girl for me in future.”

   My eyes widened with apprehension and I stammered at him –

   “Oh no – n – no please - ”

   “Do you want me to put that film of you begging me to rape you on the internet, sweetheart? Do you want me to send it your boss?”

   I flushed –

   “No, no – you couldn’t do that to me - ”

   “I’d like everyone to know just what a dirty slut you are – I’d like to make you bend over and take it from every cock you’ve ever teased, little girl. But if you’re a good girl for me, and obey me, I won’t force you to fuck strangers again.”

I bowed my head.

“Yes, master.”

“If I hear about you teasing any more men tonight, you’ll be punished. And I want you to be ready for me on Friday night. I think you know what I mean, don’t you?” He stroked my face again and I nodded quickly.

 

  He left then, leaving me to get dressed and leave the party. All I could think about was what was going to happen to me on Friday night.