The time was approaching. She has been talking about it for some time with her Master and she knew it would be a huge turn on for him and for her as she can feel her wetness dripping out of her Master's cunt.

They arrived in town the night before and Master had booked a full session of massage, facial and waxing for her. Having her pussy waxed for the fist time has not been really pleasant but she has never been so smooth and Master hasn't been able to keep his hand and his tongue off her for the past 12 hours. He has kept her wet and begging to cum but she has denied release since.

Now all dressed up as she knows her Master always wants her, she can feel her clit throbbing under her long leather skirt hiding the latex garter belt, the latex stockings and her leather thigh high boots. It is her first time wearing latex and the coldness of the fabric intensifies the warmth and wetness coming out of her pussy. She feels like in a bondage box. All her attire fells very tied on her and contributes to the excitement she feels.

Under her skirt-matching leather jacket, she only wears a latex bra with opening for her nipples. They are rubbing on the fabric of the jacket. The constant rubbing doesn’t help calm down her excitement. As this point in time, with the plug lodged in her butt, she would do anything to release the sexual tension that her Master has been building up for the past day. He did take her deep in the ass the night before but denied her the pleasure of cuming. He told her she would have plenty of occasions to give her pleasure to her Master but now wasn't the time.

She was ready. Ready to please him and ready to follow his lead to whatever situation he was going to put her in. She knew he only wanted her pleasure and he would not put her in harm's way. It was time to leave the cocoon of the hotel room.

My name is Schiavo and I consider myself a sexual slave. I am very assertive and successful in my business life but giving up power and surrendering to my lover’s will has been like an addiction since I was introduced to the realm of bondage and submission. My biggest turned on is not to know what is going to happen and to be put in situations I have no control upon and where I am forced to follow Master’s lead.

Master closed the door behind me and only the sound of my heart beating hard in my chest mixed with the one made by the leather rubbing on the latex stockings and boots could be heard. It was surreal, I was almost deaf by that noise in my ears. I hang on to his arm, feeling my juices dripping down my labia onto the latex stockings. My make-up was perfectly applied. Being from Europe, Master doesn’t like heavy make-up. I used grey and black eye shadows. My lips were a pale shade of red. Not the provocative red Master likes me to wear when sucking his cock.

For anyone looking at her, she was a very well dressed woman going out to diner or to catch a show. She looks like thousands of other women in the city. But she knew that was only what people would see... She knew that no one, except her and her Master, knew what was under the classy outfit she was wearing. And that, was a huge turn on for her Master. She knew that! But she started to realize how much she was enjoying it as well.

Master took her to a restaurant at the top of the hotel. The view of the city lights was fantastic but she couldn't put her mind out of her dripping pussy. Diner went very slow in her mind. She had trouble focusing on the discussion she had with her Master. She was so focused on how excited and wet she was. She caught Master's eyes shifting from her to something behind her and suddenly butterflies started to fly in her full tummy.

Time has come!

Whatever Master had in mind it was about to happen and despite the butterflies, she could feel her juices flowing even more freely.

"Schiavo, There is a couple of guys at the bar behind you that I believe would be very happy to get some tonight. Why don't you go and offer them you mouth and pussy. You know your butt is only for my own pleasure!"

When Master pointed out the two young men, really boys, sitting over at the bar and told me to invite them to enjoy me my stomach fluttered and my pussy reacted deep inside of me. Additional juices lubricated Master's slit and moistened my thighs all over again. I slid from the booth and headed to the bar wondering how I would approach the subject but at the same time knowing that at that age very few things were more in the mind of these young men than sex.

My trip across to the bar was like floating just above the floor. I knew Master's eyes were watching my every move and that is cock was probably also reacting to this scene. I was ultra aware of the fabric rubbing against my bare nipples and of my wet slit swelling with excitement to the developing evenings events. My mind played with the vision to being filled with the cocks of these strangers while Master looked on and encouraged them to use his holes.

I arrived at the bar and slid onto the high stool next to the two men. The slit of my leather skirt opening as I did so and letting the air sweep across Master's wet cunt causing a cold awareness of my nakedness. The two were talking about their classes from that day and drinking from their beers. From all appearances this was there third or fourth one. I caught the bartender’s eye and ordered a blow job. The order got the response I expected as the two glanced in my direction, for the first time noticing that I had taken the seat beside them. I smiled and asked if they were students at the local university. They replied that they were students. I began making small talk about what classes they were taking and what they did for fun. My drink came and they inquired as to what exactly was in a blow job. The angle of the bar and the seats we occupied added some privacy. I smiled and moved so that the two could see my exposed nipples. I responded that I was sure that they knew exactly what a blow job was. Their eyes glued to my hard nipples I asked if they liked what they saw. They reddened a bit realizing that they were looking at breasts of a stranger. I looked down at the crotches of both and saw their cocks reacting to the view. I commented that perhaps if they could walk that they would like to come over to my table to discuss getting a blow job and perhaps be able to further investigate the nipples they were staring at. They glanced at the table and saw Master. I spoke quietly as I assured them that he would not mind. That in fact he enjoys having other men fuck me. I quickly added that perhaps we should move to the booth before their excitement and hardening cocks were noticed by the other patrons. They hesitated and I looked a bit disappointed and said that although their minds were reluctant their cocks certainly weren't. I told them that a good blow job is probably just what they needed.

Their heightening arousal and alcohol diminished inhibitions found them following along behind me as I returned to the table. They both were in their twenties... Average to nicely built and very eager to get on with such a classy woman. Master ordered the two guys to seat on each side of me across from him and ordered drinks. As we sat down and I made introductions Master made small talk to put the two at ease. After a little while the conversation turned to Master’s favorite subject: me. Do the two find me attractive? Do they enjoy the view. Master explained that I am his slave and that as such I was required to do anything he asked of me. He told the two that they should see for themselves that this was exciting to me as well. Instructed by Master I raised from my seat bending over to kiss him across the table. As I did so they took him at his word and I felt the fingers of one of the two strangers check Master's slit and slide slightly in, opening my swollen lips. His face light up.... "Wow... I have never felt such a wet pussy. I think she really want us to fuck her!"

"Well... Let's go to our room. I am sure she will put a big show for us" said Master.

The comments of the young man and the strange feeling of being touched by a total stranger made me shiver. Before I moved back to my seat Master reached up making sure that my uncovered breasts would be available to view.

After Master's suggestion that we should perhaps move to the privacy of our room where they might enjoy further exploring his slave, we all stood and headed toward the elevator. Master's hand in the small of my back gently propelled me forward and into the elevator. As the doors closed he instructed me to expose my breasts further and to play with my nipples for the enjoyment of all. They smiled in appreciation commenting that they were anxious to see the bare wet pussy they had felt at the table. The elevator seemed to be moving in slow motion as Master bent me over opening the slit of the leather skirt I wore. I knew that the plug in Master's ass and his slit were in full view of the two strangers. Again Master's pussy contracted in excitement and more juices flowed out of me and onto my thighs. The two asked about the plug. Master explained that it was to keep me focused on the fact that my holes belonged to him and that its presence insured my constant state of readiness to be fucked when the opportunity arose. The bell of the elevator announced our arrival at our floor. Master covered his property and as the door opened again moved me forward and toward the room where I knew the two strangers would get to explore Master's holes and breasts and fuck those holes. The reality of the situation filled my mind and I found that I had already started toward subspace as my body was reacting to my imagination with images of the things that were yet to come. I was so consumed with my heightened state of arousal that I barely noticed the door of our hotel room closing behind me.....