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Sammie was exhausted. Last night her master had hosted his annual holiday party. Having hosted it for a number of years, it had become a tradition. He loved inviting people over, playing host, and entertaining friends and colleagues; but of course, he was not the one doing all of the work. Sammie looked at the mess in the kitchen, the dirty cups and glasses piles around the living room and sighed. She could not bear to imagine what the rest of the house looked like. Master would never allow plastic cups or paper plates so clean up was not an easy task. Sammie grabbed a tray and started collecting glasses. She had already run two loads of dishes and was getting ready to start hand washing. It was 3:00am, she was naked, covered in dried cum and under a deadline. Master always awoke at 6:00. He would expect to see her kneeling by his bed waiting to take care of his morning hard on. With a nervous glance at the clock on the wall, she got back to work.
As she cleaned she ran through the previous night’s events in her mind. Sammie thought it had gone pretty well but if Master was not completely satisfied with her preparations or her performance, she would hear about it.
The work really started several weeks prior to the event. There were two guest lists to prepare and corresponding invitations to send out. The first list was easy; Master would invite all of the other executives from his office. A nice invitation would go out and Sammie’s only responsibility was to monitor the RSVPs. The second list was a bit more involved. These were the invitations that went out to Master’s personal friends.
Master had a special group of friends that he socialized with often. Some of them he knew from work, others he met who knows where. The common denominator is that they are all fairly sadistic Doms. Master enjoyed having the two groups mingle. It did add a certain excitement to his parties. The personal invitations involved a bit more work on Sammie’s part. First of all, Master liked to be a bit creative. This year he decided to create an invitation in the form of a flip book. Each photo was of Sammie bent over, back straight with her hands braced on the wall. Master had taken a sign that read “You’re invited” and attached it to a large butt plug that was placed firmly in Sammie’s ass. He then set up a camera to take a photo once every couple of seconds while he beat her with a cane. All of the photos were printed and bound into a little book. When the pages were flipped, you could watch Master beat Sammie until her back was covered in black and blue welts. On the back cover was a photo of Sammie, kneeling on the floor with her hands behind her head. Attached to the clamps on her tits was a sign with the time and date of the party.
Once the flip books were complete, Sammie personally delivered them to each person on Master’s l list. Sammie was only given one day to deliver all of the invitations. Failure to deliver even one would result in terrible punishment. Just to make sure she did not cheat, Master had Sammie get a signature upon delivery. Most of the invitees where not content to just sign, instead they wrote filthy messages on Sammie’s body. By the time she returned home, she was covered with marker. Words like cunt and cumpig showing clearly through her dress. One man had even written the words mouth-pussy on her cheek with an arrow pointing to her lips. Needless to say, as she traveled through the city, delivering invitations, people stared. This year, she managed to complete her task in the time allowed. Last year she had missed two. Master had punished her by strapping a vibrator to her clit and leaving it there for several hours. The first 30 minutes or so was terrific; she spent the remaining hours begging Master to make it stop. Just thinking about that day brought tears to Sammie’s eyes. Master demanded perfection from his slave and Sammie wanted nothing more that to please him.
As Sammie stood at the sink washing glasses, she thought about the party preparations. She had worked for weeks, cleaning the house from top to bottom, preparing all of the food, stocking the bar and making sure that the décor was festive and tasteful. This task made more difficult by the various restraints Master liked to fasten to her. Sometimes he would fasten a spreader bar to her ankles or maybe just stuff her cunt and ass with plugs. Regardless, whatever he did made getting her chores done just a bit more difficult.
At 6:00pm, the first of the guests started to arrive. Sammie greeted them all politely at the door. Master’s work friends were greeted with a smile and an offer to take their coats. Guests from the personal list received a slightly different greeting. Sammie smiled warmly but then offered to show them were they could hang their coats. Then she was to lead them into a backroom. Some of them declined, simply handing her the coats but most were quick to follow. Some of Master’s personal friends brought dates but most came alone.
Master’s best friend Omar arrived first. Sammie was thrilled to see him. When Omar was there, it was always a good party. As Sammie lead Omar toward the back, she could feel herself start to get wet. Omar was one of Sammie’s favorites too. He was creative and he usually let her cum. She knew he would be eager to get back to the party but she was hopeful.
As soon as they entered the back room, Omar grabbed Sammie and gave her a long and rather wet kiss.
“Wow, thank you Sir Omar” she said when he stopped kissing her. “What was that for?”
“I wanted to give you your Christmas gift and it’s not often I see you when you don’t already have a mouth full of cum.” He replied as he removed his coat and unbuttoned his pants.
“I need to get back to the party Senorita so bend over and spread your ass cheeks”, with those words her pushed her down over the edge of the bed and pushed her skirt up to expose her ass. “No lube yet slut? That’s too bad for you.” He chuckled to himself as he kneed her legs further apart.
Sammie reached back and pulled her ass open wide. She could feel him pressing his thick cock into her dry ass and braced herself for the pain. Omar’s cock was thick and long, she had a hard time taking him when she was lubed and ready, dry was going to be very very painful. Omar took a deep breath and then forced his entire cock deep into her ass. Not stopping until her was buried to the hilt. He grabbed Sammie by the hair and forced her to look back at him.
“How does that feel ?” he grinned widely as he said it, knowing the pain she was in.
“It hurts Sir” Sammie grimaced, trying not to cry.
“I know it does little one but a cunt like you was made for this” as he spoke, he started to piston in and out of her ass, pausing occasionally to press himself deep inside her. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yes Sir” Sammie knew better than to disagree.
“Oh, I almost forgot your gift.” Omar pulled out suddenly eliciting a muffled scream from Sammie. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small vibrating egg. “I got this for you, Merry Christmas”.
With those words, he shoved the egg into her pussy and turned it on. Before Sammie could really enjoy the egg, he shoved his cock back into her dry ass.
“Aiiiieeeee” Sammie screamed as he drove his cock deep into her back channel. His cock abraded he ass as her fucked her hard. The egg in her cunt vibrated wildly as he pressed deep into her.
The egg sent strong vibrations through her pussy, stimulating her g-spot. Sammie could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as her pussy gripped the toy. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip as she inadvertently clamped down on the battering ram in her ass. Omar just slapped her ass and started thrusting even harder.
“Please Sir Omar may I cum!” she cried out after a few minutes as, despite the pain, she felt the orgasm over take her.
“Merry Christmas Sammie” he growled in her ear as he pumped a massive load of cum into her ass. The hot jism bathing her insides, soothing the abused flesh and providing some lubrication.
Sammie’s pussy spasmed around the egg as she felt the hot spunk shooting inside of her, cumming hard around the plastic toy as she was buggered hard from behind.
Once he finished, he pulled his cock roughly out of Sammie’s ass and stood up straight. Without being told, Sammie knelt on the floor in front of him and immediately began to clean his cock. She sucked and licked at it until it was spotless, ignoring the pain coming from her ass and the egg still buzzing deep in her cunt.
Once she had cleaned him satisfactorily, Omar patted Sammie on the head and left the room. Before the door closed behind him, Master walked in.
“What is wrong with you Sammie? You are supposed to be greeting my guests. At least ten people have arrived and no one was there to greet them.” Master spoke in a low voice but Sammie could tell that he was not happy with her.
“I’m so sorry Master, Omar arrived and you know I can’t control myself when I’m with him. I just lost track of time” Sammie was trying not to cry as she looked into the face of the man who was the center of her universe.
“Did Omar fuck you” Master asked the sticky mess that was his slave
“yes Sir”
“Did you cum?”
“Yes Sir”
“Did I give you permission to cum”
“No Sir”
“Ok, here is what we are going to do, first, take your hand and scoop as much cum as you can out of your ass and swallow it. I don’t need cum dripping out of you while you greet my boss. Second, tonight, you will receive five strokes from a cane, paddle or belt for each of the guests you fail to greet. Next time, don’t cum without my permission. Do you understand Sammie?”
“Yes Master”
“I can hear the vibe in your cunt Sammie, hand it to me RIGHT NOW”. Sammie could tell that Master was having difficulty holding his temper.
Sammie removed the egg from her cunt, licked it clean and handed it to Master.
“Good Girl” and with that, he walked out the door.
Sammie cleaned herself up and stood up intending to rejoin the party but before she could get out the door another of Master’s friends walked into the room. With a sigh, she dropped to her knees and spread her legs wide.
“Hello Sir Miles.”
“Hello cunt, why aren’t those tits out yet and where can I find some clamps?”
To be continued…………….
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