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As he booked them in at reception, she saw the receptionist glancing repeatedly at her, no doubt wondering how she had gotten into such a state. Thankfully, she had the good grace not to say anything, instead handing them their keys with a bright smile.
"Enjoy your stay!" she chirped.
She followed him to their room where he ordered her to clean up and she gratefully stepped into the shower. She re appeared half an hour later to find him unpacking an overnight case, which he must have retrieved from the car while she was showering. He turned to her when he heard the bathroom door open and immediately ordered her to drop the towel that she had wrapped herself in. She did so without hesitation and he gestured for her to make her way over to him. She placed herself at his feet, eyes and head downward, and he tugged on her hair gently, guiding her mouth toward his dick. She managed to undo the zipper on his jeans with her teeth without too much difficulty before taking him in her mouth. She'd made the mistake of using her hands without permission in the past and had no desire to be punished again. It wasn't long before he came, shooting his load into her mouth. She swallowed quickly.
When he'd finished, he ordered her to get dressed and pointed to the clothes he'd lay across the bed. She realized straight away that he'd pulled out the shortest dress that she owned and cringed slightly but nonetheless went and slipped into it. She proceeded to put on the heels that he'd left at the foot of the bed. He smiled slightly to himself before speaking.
"We're going for dinner. You have an hour to prepare yourself. I have things to do. You'll find everything you need in there," he nodded toward the bag and without another word left the room.
She stood slowly, unsure of what was going on and made her way over to the bag, finding an array of make up and hair products, before setting to work.
He returned around an hour and a half later, to find her kneeling with her back to the door, hands clasped behind her back and head bowed, and he smiled to himself, realizing how far she'd come in such a short amount of time.
"Up," He ordered.
She stood, her eyes locking with his as she did so, hoping he was pleased with the effort. He took in her appearance. Her carefully made up face was a picture of innocence, and the mascara and eye liner she'd applied somehow made her blue eyes look smoky and seductive yet simultaneously emphasizing the aqua flecks. Her lips shone brightly and her entire face was flawless. Her hair cascaded in looped curls around her shoulders, while the white dress she was wearing hugged her body in all the right places. Despite the fact that the dress barely covered her ass, she looked amazing in every way.
"Nice," He told her.
She smiled widely at the compliment, before following him out of the room and down to the hotel's dining area. As he guided her to their table, he was aware of both male and female throwing admiring glances her way and fought to hide a smug smile. No doubt that most of the people here thought they were partners, they would never understand how deep their relationship ran, that they loved each other in a much more meaningful way than they knew existed. As he saw more than one male's eyes light up as they walked by, he wondered what they would think if they knew not only did he have her, but he owned her, in mind body and soul.
He allowed himself another smile when they reached their table. As they sat down, he casually placed his hand under the table, discovering she was wearing no underwear.
"You remembered," He said, slightly surprised. "Good girl. Now, keep your legs at least two feet apart while we're in here."
At first it looked as though she was going to protest, but then she simply did as he told her. While they were waiting for their orders to arrive, another man slipped in beside her and she frowned slightly when they greeted each other like old friends. She listened without really paying attention, wondering what the man was doing there when she felt his hand rest on her leg before slowly climbing up her thigh. Her eyes met her Master's and she relaxed a little when she saw the love in his eyes. The stranger's hand continued climbing up her thigh, finally resting on her cunt. Without warning, he plunged into her most intimate part. She wasn't prepared, or even slightly wet, and she fought back a gasp of pain. As he began to thrust in and out, she felt her body slowly start to respond. As she became wetter, he slipped another finger in, then another. Finally he had all four fingers in and as he worked on her she felt herself thrusting up to meet him, small moans escaping from her lips.
"Remember you're not to come without permission, pet," Her Master reminded her.
Realizing she'd closed her eyes, she opened them and replied,
"Yes Master."
The man took this as a signal to work even faster, commenting,
"Well, this one is a well trained bitch."
Her Master simply smiled.
Their food arrived and she did her best to act normally while the waiter laid the plates on the table. She felt her pleasure mounting and as he left she whispered,
"Please may I come, Master?"
"No." He replied.
She clenched her teeth, forcing herself to relax and the man suddenly removed his hand. She fought back the urge to cry out, the urge to relieve herself overwhelming. In silence they began eating. After a few minutes, her Master resumed talking.
"Pet, Ryan is having a party tonight. You're going to go with him."
She raised her eyes to his, sensing that he hadn't finished.
"You're going to be the entertainment," He informed her.
Her eyes widened slightly as the implication of his words sunk in. Sensing her distress, he added,
"You may not like some of the things that will be done to you. However, remember that I want you to do this. You wont be in any danger, but if you feel you are Ryan knows your safe word. Make me proud, pet." He finished.
She struggled to get her thoughts together before whispering a shaky,
"Yes Master.
*
As Ryan led her into his hotel room she fought the urge to bolt back into her Master's arms. He wanted her to do this and she wanted more than anything to make him proud and prove that she was worthy of him. The door closed behind them and she was left standing behind Ryan.
"I know this is new for you, but you'll be safe the entire time okay?" He said, almost kindly.
She nodded silently.
As he led her down the hall she could hear music coming from another room and several voices, causing her to swallow hard. Ryan pushed the door open and she saw a group of guys drinking and laughing. They fell silent when she entered the room behind Ryan, who smiled and said,
"Entertainment's here."
There were a few whoops and she blushed.
"First things first, let's get you into something more comfortable," Ryan declared, pushing her toward the bathroom.
She found clothes hung on the door and blanched when she saw it was a skimpy maid's outfit that left nothing to the imagination. Sighing resolutely, she changed and made her way back to the boys.
*
Sometimes later, she found herself stood against the wall, hands on head, legs spread apart. watching them play a hand of poker. As the winner of the hand stood up she realized what they were playing for. The winner of the hand made his way over to her and gripped her hair, forcing her onto her knees before proceeding to fuck her mouth.
"Swallow it slut," He ordered.
She did so, noticing that the rest of them were already playing the next hand. By the time the first had finished, the next was waiting to take his place.
"Stay where you are," He told her.
He slowly undid his jeans and she prepared herself for another mouth fucking. When it didn't happen she glanced up at him in confusion and he chose that moment to piss all over her hair and face. She blinked, her humiliation rising as she felt it trickle down her face. She barely had time to breathe before the third guy was stood in front of her. He smirked.
"Lee was nice. I'm not."
She was confused until he demanded she open her mouth and proceeded to piss directly into it, ordering her to swallow every drop. She thought of her Master and managed to take it all. Suddenly it was Ryan who was stood in front of her. He led her to the table and placed her face down, lifting the ridiculously short skirt over her waist before he took her roughly up the ass. She cried out in pain, unprepared. One of the others immediately slapped a gag across her mouth.
"Do you have permission to talk slut?" He asked, referring to her cries of pain and she shook her head.
As Ryan pounded away she felt someone give her ass a few hard slaps, and she cried out again, thankfully muffled by the gag. Finally he pulled out of her and she breathed a sigh of relief as he stood her up.
"Go and get cleaned up." He told her. "But don't be to long, there's lots to do."
*
She woke the next morning to discover that come was plastered to her hair and face, and almost every inch of her body. She looked around from her spot on the floor hoping to see her clothes but had no luck. She glanced up to see Ryan watching her from his position on the bed, a smile on his face.
"Well you were a good little slut last night weren't you?" He commented.
She blushed slightly as images began to return to her. After a shower, she'd sucked each guy in turn, every one of them ordering her to swallow. Straight after that a number of them had decided they wanted to fuck her stupid, mercilessly pounding away at her tender pussy. It wasn't long before the rest of them decided to get in on the action, many of them taking her ass, several hands spanking her at the same time. As everybody became more and more excited, two of them had decided they wanted to fuck her at the same time, causing her to be doubly penetrated while another played with her clit and another fucked her mouth. This had been followed by one of them attaching clamps to her nipples, something her Master rarely did to her knowing how much she disliked them. After what felt like several hours of severe nipple torture to her they had finally released the clamps, and she'd then found herself bent over a chair, hands tied to each back leg and feet tied to each front let, successfully restraining her and keeping her open wide and raised. Each guy had spanked her fifty times, putting on another fifty if she'd moved, which she'd only done twice. She'd learned to stay still very quickly and take it, and by the time they'd finished tears were streaming down her face while her ass was red raw and on fire, and she was almost hysterical with the need to come, something that wasn't allowed once throughout the whole night.
She'd finally been allowed to lie down and sleep, and despite the floor being so uncomfortable, she'd fallen asleep almost instantly, exhausted by the nights events. Just then there was a knock at the door and Ryan went to answer it, reappearing shortly with her Master.
"Stand," Her Master ordered and she complied immediately.
He gazed at her from head to foot, taking in her disheveled appearance. They began talking between themselves and she saw Ryan slip something into the VCR. She almost stopped breathing when she realized it was the events from the previous night. She realized the camera must have already been in place, as she hadn't seen anyone set it up after she'd arrived. Silently they watched it and as the tape came to an end she realized that she was soaking wet. Judging from the expressions on her Master's and Ryan's face, they were well aware of it. Her Master smiled and beckoned her over, bending her over his knee so that he could inspect her still red ass properly. He smiled when he saw it, still so obviously sore and tender, before landing a few well placed smacks causing her to squeal.
Without further ado, he undid his jeans and slipped his dick inside her, before starting to rhythmically pound away. She didn't care that Ryan was watching, only that her Master let her come, she needed it badly after how many times it had been denied to her the night before, and how many times several of the guys brought her to the edge before stopping. Finally, with his permission, she came.
"Did you enjoy last night pet?"
She thought about telling him that she'd felt revolted, but the more she thought about it, she realized that while she had revolted at first by the end of the night she'd been thoroughly enjoying herself and hadn't wanted it to end.
"Yes Master." She whispered.
"I thought you would,"
"Master..." she said with a playful tone.
"Yes pet?" He smirked, sure he knew what was coming.
"When can we do it again?"
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