Meeting Master’s Friends

 

Beep, beep, beep! The slave’s alarm bell rang its annoying chirping and she was very tempted just rolling over and going back to bed. They had been together for three months now and life was now becoming more routine. She was still devoted to her Master but their relationship had calmed down a bit, and they’d moved on to the next level. She had learned and internalised her Masters needs and she needed very little instruction now. She reminded herself of her duty and that her Master was expecting breakfast, so before drifting off back into sleep, she forced herself up. She always gave herself plenty of time in the morning so there really wasn’t any hurry. Today was Saturday which meant she had even more time than usual. She rolled up her mattress and stashed it and the framed photo of her Master in her cupboard. Everything else in their home was his, including her, but in this one cupboard was everything that belonged exclusively to her. She didn’t like looking through it. It reminded her of her old life, which she’d rather think about as little as possible. She had moved on in life and found her true calling by her Master’s feet. Now she was happier than she’d ever been and she liked keeping it that way.

 

Her Master had left a considerable amount of money for her in the cupboard. He wanted her to stay with him out of love and not because she was dependent on him financially. Their agreement was that she was free to leave at any time and keep anything from that cupboard. But she also knew that if she did she would not under any circumstances be welcome back. She had been taught to take her Master’s words very seriously, most often through caning.

 

Still very sleepy she slumped down on the shower floor and sat for a while letting the water rain down on her tired body. Before getting out of the shower she gave herself a spell of freezing cold water which did the trick in waking her. Since the laser surgery where they’d removed all her body hair permanently, getting up in the morning had become a whole lot quicker now. She used to spend about ten minutes a day shaving her pussy. Getting caned for missing hairs, she didn’t miss in the least. She stroked her smooth soft hairless snatch as she brushed her teeth. She pulled on her low little white girls’ socks and the high-heel shoes, and started on breakfast, mushroom omelette with a salad and tea for Master and the old porridge and protein shake for her in dog bowls on the floor.

 

Even though her mouth would often water from catching the wonderful smells of the dishes she prepared for Master she knew better than to question his decisions and accepted his desire to shape her body no matter how weary she might be of her diet. Her Master had managed to find a more concentrated protein powder that was unflavoured and tasted pretty awful which off-course she was to eat from then on. He had spent quite a lot of time studying to be able to find the optimal nutrition for her. She was only allowed to eat what he had planned for her and had to weigh everything to get the right amounts. For lunch each day she had rice and some protein like, tuna, chicken or beans. Always dry without any sauce. The diet and strict workout routine was now starting to pay off. She felt a whole lot healthier and stronger. She loved this new feeling of physical power. It being Saturday meant there was no working-out today and she was to eat breakfast alone before waking Master.

 

Even though her Master wasn’t present she still had to eat from the floor. Her Master wanted her to always eat from her dog bowls, no matter if he was present or not. Since she liked being obedient this was off-course how she ate breakfast and she got down on all fours getting her face messy. After finishing eating her breakfast, cleaning up and making his, she woke her Master up as he wanted to by kissing him on his neck. He opened his eyes right away and was probably already awake. When she noticed this she reached for his morning gown and stood waiting by the bed with downcast eyes. He lay a while looking at her.

 

“We need to get you a new dog collar, that one is as filthy as you are”.

“Yes”, she thought to herself, she’d been wearing the same collar every day and night for five months straight now.

 

He got up and put on his slippers. While he was in the toilet taking his morning piss she got into the kitchen and lay down face up on his chair and waited. She would have loved it if he’d taken his morning piss in her mouth but he only let her taste it as a reward, and she hadn’t done anything today yet to make him proud.

 

When her Master came in he pulled his ass cheeks apart and sat down over her face careful to get his anus over her mouth. This was a special rimming chair which meant it had a grove in the middle for her head with a large cushion pressing her head upward, while he could sit quite comfortably. She immediately got to work ramming her tongue as far up as she could up his anus.

 

“How’s breakfast, whore?”

 

She paused for a second, mumbled something unintelligible as an answer from between his cheeks, and rapidly returned to sucking and licking. She had a hard time breathing from down there and after five minutes her jaw started hurting as it always did. From her position she had no idea of what her Master was doing, but only had total focus on his anus. Finally he stood up which was the cue for her to start clearing the table. But her Master didn’t leave the kitchen like he usually did which made her a bit uncertain and tried to think if she’d missed something and continued her tasks. He grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her face hard with the other. The shock made her drop the plate in her hand and it smashed to the floor. He forced her down on her knees and she was shaking from fear.

 

“What did you forget you ungrateful bitch”? Her mind was racing now.

“How could I forget”, she thought. Trembling she replied “Thank you for breakfast master” and added “I’m sorry Master. Forgive me Master. I’ll remember next time”.

He added, “How many worthless fucking whores do you think get the permission to eat my ass out”.

Crying now, “I’m sorry sir. It’s a great honour to be allowed to lick and suck your ass”.

 

She couldn’t believe how she could have been so careless and forget to thank him for his generosity. Overcome by regret she lay on the floor at his feet sobbing and apologising hoping that he would punish and forgive her.

 

Now in a calm tone he told her,”You know what to do”.

 

She went and got out the cane and waited bent over the couch in the living room with her ass pushed out. She prepared herself mentally to start counting out loud and to force her ass out after each stroke, since she had an unfortunate reflex of pulling it in after a stroke. Master came in and grabbed the cane but just before the first stroke was about to land he stopped himself and said.

 

“You know, I want you to have a pretty and unbruised ass at the party tonight so go and get the electric shock gear”.

 

Not only did the shock of not being hit by a cane startle her. He hadn’t mentioned anything about a party before. She had met some of his friends before when they’d been over for dinner here but they’d never been to a party together. She knew they also had slaves, because they had mentioned it while talking. She had always pictured their slaves as stunning beauties. Now she got quite excited but also a bit scared that she would be far too ugly to be accepted by them. She so wanted to make friends with the other slaves, other than random people on BDSM communities on-line. She was much too elated and excited when handing over the electric shock unit, to worry about any impending pain the electric shocks would give her. He put two clamps on her outer labia and two on her nipples. Just the pain from the clamps were bad enough she thought as the pain made her grimace. He turned the juice to max and the cramps and convulsions brought her crashing to the floor. The pain overwhelmed her and she quickly became numb to it. He kept turning the power on and off. As fast as she started to get some feeling back into her numb pussy and tits he jammed the knob back up. After what she thought was five or ten minutes it finally stopped and she lay there panting. Too numb to move just waiting for more, but it never came.

 

She must have fallen asleep because she woke up about an hour later on the floor still with the clamps attached. Her Master was nowhere in the apartment. She got the expected sharp shock of pain as she removed the clamps. After rubbing blood back into her labia and nipples she packed away the electric shock gear and tidied up in the kitchen. He often left her alone so she was used to passing time. She suspected that he usually went to fuck other women on weekends, but she really didn’t know. It was certainly within his rights to do so and it was not her place as a slave to ask. If there was no cleaning to be done she usually took some time at the computer talking to all her many on-line friends. She enjoyed this immensely and she could do this every day of the week all day if she was allowed to. If she hadn’t had a Master to cater to, this would probably be what she’d do all day. Since she was forbidden to sit on chairs she moved her Master’s heavy chair and placed an elevated and cushioned foot stool in its place, got down and set to work.

 

Her Master didn’t show up again until much later. When she heard the car pull up, she ran to the door and got down on all fours as she always did for his homecoming. She’d become quite nimble now in her white high-heeled shoes and moved unrestricted in them. But this time he didn’t let her remove his shoes as he usually did. Instead he told her to get up and she saw he was dressed in a dinner jacket. He shoved two fingers up her pussy, smelled them and told her to take a quick shower and return. When she returned a couple of minutes later it was as if he hadn’t moved a muscle. That’s a good thing with always being almost naked. Showers are quick. He gave her a new and a much whiter dog collar than the one she had now, and even new shoes. The old ones had their tips quite worn down from all her kneeling in front of him. When she was done putting them on, her Master took out two earplugs which he inserted into her ears. She thought it was very strange but wasn’t in the habit of disobeying, so she naturally offered no resistance. After that was done he pulled a black leather hood over her head. It had a hole for her mouth and nose but not her eyes. He tightened up the lacing in the back so it was nice and snug, just like a second skin. She was almost deaf and totally blind now. She felt a chain being attached to her dog collar and she got cuffs on her hands which were secured behind her back and cuffs on her ankles. He tugged at her neck-chain and she followed him what she guessed was the door and he guided her down the stairs.

 

She heard her Master’s faint voice through the earplugs, “Filthy whores travel in the baggage trunk”.

 

She heard the door to it open and felt her head being pressed down. Being blind and having her hands tied behind her back made it quite a challenge to get into the trunk, but her Master gave her plenty of guidance and finally she was lying with her knees to her chest on a blanket feeling the car setting off. She tried to get some sleep but the excitement of the up-coming party kept her awake. She was all the time thinking about what the other slaves would be like. But if they all were going to be hooded like she was, it wouldn’t be easy making friends.  

 

She lost track of time and finally the car stopped.

 

She heard the door open and her Master’s distant voice again, “We’re here. Now be a good obedient slave and make me proud. You are to obey any and all people at this party”.

 

Her automatic answer to any of his orders was always “Yes, Master” and she was always sincere.

 

He didn’t have to remind her to be obedient. She was determined to make her best impression on everybody at that party. When she got out she stood on gravel and felt a chilly evening breeze on her naked skin and her nipples quickly became erect. She couldn’t walk on the gravel so her Master had to help her until they reached a flat surface. She wasn’t sure what was happening but as the cold breeze was replaced by warmth and she could feel a heavy stink of cigars, she guessed she was indoors. She heard some muffled sounds as if people spoke and music. Because of the music she couldn’t make out any distinct words. She kept being led forward by the chain in her dog collar.

 

They stopped in a room without music and with an echo. Probably the kitchen she guessed. In this room she could hear words. She heard her Master and another man greet each other by first names and seemed very happy to see each other.

 

She heard her Master say, “Your slave is developing really nicely. I like her new tits. They feel great. I haven’t had the opportunity to get some proper ones for my whore. Let me know who did them”.

 

She heard an obscure reply impossible to make out.

 

Her Master continued,”They look and feel great. Compared to your slave my little whore looks like a boy” and they both burst into a roaring laughter.

 

His most cruel words could sting her heart so badly, and her breasts were the most vulnerable subject he could take up. Even though she was on the brink of bursting into tears, the words made her so extremely horny. Deep down both he and she knew that she really loved this. His humiliation of her made her feel so alive. She felt her pussy pulsating and she knew it was so wet and swollen now.

 

A hand grabbed her neck and she heard her Master say, “Here take a little feel for yourself you worthless cunt” and got her face shoved down and in between two huge bags of flesh.

 

Since she had the leather hood on so she couldn’t feel the warm skin flesh on her face but she could feel the breasts on her chest and shoulders. Her only thought is that these must be huge, much larger than G-cups.   

 

The hand released its grip and she was left standing now bent forward supporting herself by her face on the other slaves’ breasts with her ass straight out. The other slave was much shorter than her which meant she was leaned quite a bit forward.

 

Behind her head she heard the other man, “Let’s check to see if she’s a boy or not”, and she could feel fingers and lube slapped on between her pussy-lips followed by a huge cock rammed in forcefully and fat greasy fingers on her hips holding her tightly. The feeling was at first divine, with waves of pleasure radiated from her pussy. She hadn’t had a real cock in her for almost six months and it wasn’t until now she knew what she’d been missing, this was wonderful. But the cock was much too big for her and once it was in all the way it quickly turned painful. She was certain this was not her Master’s cock. Even though her Master had never fucked her with it, she knew that this was much too big to be his. She heard people talking while she was being fucked but she couldn’t make out any words with her leather hood rubbing against her ears at every thrust. Without warning and without cuming the man pulled out his cock and unceremoniously wiped it on her ass. She heard some more muted words and laughing.  

 

In agony and panting in her mask, it was becoming increasingly moist inside it. The leather was now stuck to her cheeks and chin. She was straightened up on her trembling legs and was led away again by her dog collar. They went into the room where the music was louder than anywhere they’d been to yet, and without earplugs it must have been very loud. Once again she couldn’t make out any words any longer. They stood here for quite some time. Besides listening to the music and trying to pick up words, her main concern was how horrible she thought cigar smoke was and was very grateful her Master didn’t smoke. She wondered how many people were now watching her naked and exposed body.

 

A couple of times she was groped and had fingers pressed up her pussy and her nipples pinched. Even though it was unexpected she was so well trained that she quite automatically placed her legs wider and pushed out her chest to make access easier. Her Master had trained her well and she’d become the submissive slave she always wanted to be and felt lucky that she’d met a man who gave her enough security and support to allow her to live out her dreams.

 

After what felt like forever the music died down and she felt the lacing at the back of the mask be undone. It together with the earplugs was removed and she could finally see where she was. She had a spotlight aimed straight at her face which at first blinded her as much as the hood had. Once her eyes had adjusted the first thing that caught her attention was that she was standing on a stage in a large Victorian ball room. She counted ten men and thirteen women, all Caucasian. She recognised some of the men as her Master’s friends. All the men had dinner jackets and the women were “dressed” just like her, naked with dog collars and high heeled shoes. All the slaves were standing on their knees, in a row in front of the Masters. They had no hoods on and all their eyes were fixed on her. It was the first time she’d seen any of the slaves of her Master’s friends and they weren’t the beauties she’d imagined. They were all ages with varying sizes. Some had small breasts and some had large. She saw the woman whose breasts she’d most probably had her face between. It was quite an over-weight woman. All slaves had cleanly shaven pussies and some of them had tattoos on them. She did see one detail that they all had in common that she lacked. They all had small metal rings through their clitoris-hoods with small silver plates dangling down from them over their clits, catching the light.

 

This was when she saw the two leg rests commonly found on gynaecology chairs protruding on each side of her. She was standing in front of the chair. Her Master was next to her. He gently pushed her down on her knees in front of him and she offered no resistance. He looked very nervous now fidgeting with her chain. She had never seen him this overcome by emotion before and she saw he was struggling to say something. After a few seconds of silence he asked her in an unsteady voice to tell him what she was. Now she understood the pledge. This was what it was for. She knew it by heart from all the times she’d been told to repeat it for him and she spoke it loudly and proudly so everybody in the room could hear.

 

“I’m your worthless slave, to do with as you please. I have no rights and no value other than the pleasure I can give you. I will always strive to perfect my body for you. I will always strive to pleasure you, to make you happy and to follow your orders. I’m yours to freely torture and beat as you see fit and I will never complain”.

 

She was quite radiant by now and looked straight up into her Master’s reddened shiny eyes. He started speaking slowly with a soft voice.

 

“I am your Master and will treat you as I see fit. I will shape you and your body and discipline you to make you mine. I will always take care of your needs and see to that you always will feel safe with me”. He bent over and whispered into her ear, “I will always love you. Always. Never forget it”.

 

She couldn’t help herself but bursting into tears, as she was raised up and pushed onto the gynaecology chair. Her arms were secured above her head and her legs were pried apart by two men in dinner jackets and they secured each leg to a leg rest. Tears of joy were streaming down her cheeks as she saw her Master in latex gloves pick up the piercing needle. In his left hand she saw the ring and the little silver plate glitter as it caught the light. Her only emotion was joy and not a shred of fear in her. She knew her Master had taught her tolerate pain very well and she felt the clamp on her clitoris hood about three centimetres up from her clit. Looking down she could see that two black spots had already been marked out. It was probably one of the gropers earlier on who had drawn them in.

 

The searing pain from the needle was intense but short. This wasn’t even close to the electric shocks she had had to endure earlier that day. Right afterwards she could see all the men in the room approaching and her Master unzipped his trousers. After lubing her up he rammed his cock into her for the first time ever. The pleasure was intense and the piercing made her clitoris so sensitive that she quickly came in an intense orgasm. Heat was radiating away from her new ring and her whole pussy was pulsing rhythmically.

 

“What a fucking slut you’ve found” she heard one of the men standing around say.

 

Hardly able to speak from the intense orgasm, she mumbled apologies for cuming but it seemed like nobody was listening. After her Master had cum he stepped back and one of the onlookers stepped up, looking down on her with a wicked smile. He already had his pants unzipped and his cock was hard with a condom on it. This time it wasn’t half as good since her clit was a bit too sensitive. It was both pain and heaven at the same time. One by one they stepped up and fucked her until they came. She got a couple of more orgasms with some of the men with small dicks but the guys who were well hung only gave her pain. By now it was just too much and her mind could think of nothing else. The last man was quite overweight and looked a bit like a pig in the face grinning wickedly. He was already sweaty and he had a failed comb-over in a mess.

 

“Remember me”, he said as a thrust his very big cock into her.

 

Off-course she remembered his much too large cock from earlier that night. This was just pure pain, her clit was just throbbing now screaming, and her tears were pouring down her cheeks but this time it wasn’t out of joy.

 

While the fat Pig faced man was huffing and puffing and he grunted, “You’re a lot tighter now than before. I like that. This is one fine whore-pussy”. He stopped a few times adding, “I wouldn’t want to come too quickly, would I and spoil all the fun”.

 

The pain made her try to squirm out of the chair but her legs were very well secured. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. When he was done he patted her on her thigh, now with his face bright red and sweating profusely. He left the stage zipping up his trousers.

 

All the men left her out one of the doors and she was now all alone in the room. She lay on her head back and stared up the ceiling resting for a spell. After about what she guessed was ten minutes she heard the sound of shoe heels from high-heel shoes on wood and a faint jingling sound. She looked up and saw two of the women coming toward her. They quickly untied her and helped her get up.

 

“Where are we going now”, she asked and one of the women blushed a bit and smiling answered, “We’re not allowed to speak unless spoken to by a Master”.

 

They pulled her leash very gently she felt her new little silver plate hitting her by now very over sensitive clit over and over as she walked. They entered a dining room where all the men were sitting and talking and the women, either standing behind them waiting or rushing back and forth to the kitchen placing dishes on the table or pouring up wine. At the head of the table was a big bondage cross. She’d seen them many times in porn but never for real. This is where she was secured. Her cuffs on her arms and legs were fastened to fixtures on the ends of the arms of the cross with her legs wide apart. It was leaned back so all the men could get a clear view of her very red and pulsating pussy they all just recently fucked.

 

Once she was fully secured the fat man stood up and raised his glass to her Master.

 

“Welcome back to our brotherhood. You were badly missed at our parties and you didn’t disappoint us at your return. Your latest cum bucket was a joy to fuck. I’d love to do it again in a more private setting”.

 

He said all this without even glancing at her. “Here, here”, the other men all said in choir while raising their glasses toward her Master at which her Master raised his glass in turn nodding slightly and smiled. After this they all began to eat.

 

During dinner they didn’t pay any attention to her, but rather to each other or their plates in front of them. If she strained her ears she could pick out conversations. Mostly lame jokes about work. There was advice exchanged for where they could find gear for sexual torture and new ways to discipline their slaves. They gave each other tips for websites where they could buy sex toys or just sites where they could get in contact with new prospective slaves. A popular subject was talking about nutrition and how they could get their slaves in better shape. All these subjects always ended in making fun of physical faults in their respective slaves or just pointing out how fat someone else’s slave was, and all laughing at them. They all referred to their slaves as things like bitches, sluts, fuck-pig, fuck-toys or cum-buckets. It was wonderful to see so many other submissive women like her. They were all standing behind their Masters chairs, downcast eyes, arms along their sides and legs at shoulder width, obediently waiting to be given new orders. She wished she could get to know them, but with their vow of silence it would be hard.

 

When the Masters were done eating, they all left the room together on the Pig Faced mans suggestion and as the last one closed the door behind him the whole room exploded in frenetic activity. All the slaves at once started quickly clearing the table. When the table was cleared the same two slaves who had helped her of out bondage last time came up to her and helped her off the cross. Her neck was a bit sore from holding her head upright while her body was inclined on the cross. This time they didn’t pull her chain but just beckoned her to follow. In the kitchen all the slaves were sitting on the floor happily feasting on the leftovers. They all looked up and smiled at her and gave her room to sit. They all sat in silence eating. She felt the familiar smell of sulphur and she saw an older woman sitting to her right sipping from an almost full wine glass of piss. Now she could pick out the tattoos. Some had initials on them, most probably their Masters initials she guessed and some had just the words slave or slut printed on them. They weren’t all blonde. They had some varying hair colours, and varying designs of their dog collars and shoes. It seemed like these women were shaped after their respective Masters wishes and tastes. Only a few had silicone tits and some of the older women, (like the piss-woman for example) had quite saggy boobs. This was the first time in five months she’d had anything to eat other than bland fat free health food so the taste of real food was heavenly. She savoured every bite for as long as she could before swallowing.   

 

When some of them were done they started cleaning up. After she was full she wanted to help but didn’t know what was expected of her. Nobody had told her anything about this party so she just sat there like an idiot. When she made any half-hearted attempt to help out somebody took what she was holding away from her. When everything was clean and tidy one of them brought out large bottles of lube which they all started massaging into both their pussies and asses pushing in fingers in their anuses. Some did it on each other, gently finger fucking and applying more lube. She followed suit. When they all indicated that they were done they all went as a group snaking around the big house until they entered the library.

 

In the middle of the room was a small table with a huge bowl of condoms and bottles of lube. The air was thick with cigar smoke and all the men were sitting in sofas or couches naked, all of them sporting erect cocks, with a cigar in one hand and a glass of cognac in the other. The men stood up and grabbed the women they wanted fuck, one or two at a time, who all willingly followed. Her Master didn’t pick her but went for another Masters slave-girl, a slim girl with blonde hair just like her, but with large silicone breasts, just as his Master wanted them. She felt a sting of jealousy but fought it off and suppressed it to her best ability. A short man with glasses grabbed her arm and led her over to a couch. She recognised her as one of the men with small dicks that had given her an orgasm earlier. He pushed her head down and pulled her ass out and down to bend her legs so she’d come to his level. He pushed his dick into her ass, slowly at first but quickly picking up pace. Four months of anal stretching meant that she had no trouble taking his rather small dick. He pulled out his dick before cuming and continued away with another slave leaving her alone without a word. She was used to her Master giving her orders and he had taught her that his last order was law and she was always to wait until he gave her a new one. He had asked her to make him proud tonight so she felt that she should obediently remain in position until she was given a new order.

 

She wasn’t given any new order. It wasn’t long before she got a new cock brutally rammed up her ass, but this time it was accompanied by a cock in her mouth. She didn’t know who was fucking her in her ass but the man fucking her face was blonde and had a bushy moustache and a hairy chest. He had a very beautiful cock. She wasn’t a size queen, so size in itself wasn’t the most important thing for her, but that it was aesthetically pleasing. The head shouldn’t be too big or small and the shaft should be even, straight and not too narrow. She thought that very large cocks were only bad, no matter how good they looked. They mostly gave her pussy pain or caused her jaws to ache. She could take much bigger things up her ass than pussy, but she’d rather not. The Pig Faced man’s cock was much too big for her and she didn’t look forward to having him over for dinner in a hurry. Considering what she’d heard earlier that night, she was convinced that his cock was something she sooner or later would have to deal with.

 

She lost track of time but she estimated that this continued for the best part of an hour or two. During this whole time a variety of Masters fucked her in her mouth or ass, never her pussy, which she was grateful for since it was still very sore. Before each new Master pressed in their cock in her she always got new lube applied, which was fortunate since because her ass was so well trained and stretched, she was thanks to the lube at no time in pain. It turned out to actually be quite pleasant for her. All around her she heard the Masters continuously fucking their slaves or barking orders at them. She never took a look around the room. If she didn’t have a cock in her mouth she only looked straight down and she never moved into another position all night. She was trained to be obedient and follow orders and no Master gave her any orders or put her in any new position.

 

Finally she was told to, “get the fuck of the couch, bitch” by the short man in glasses, and she automatically answered, “Yes, Master” as she quickly stood up from it and backed away, standing along the wall, were all the other slaves were already in position.

 

Now all the Masters were red faced, sweaty and sitting slouched in couches panting, and her Master looked just as done in as the rest of them. She wondered who he’d fucked. She jealously scanned the women in the room. All the men had surprisingly enough just as erect and rock hard penises as they did when she’d first entered the room, not to mention that they had prior to that all already fucked and cum in her. She could hardly believe her eyes.

 

The Pig Faced man was the first to break the silence, “How about ending all this with fucking the new slave airtight, in all her three little tight fuck-holes at once”?

 

She knew this could only mean her. She felt her clit and it was throbbing more than ever, not to mention her new piercing. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to handle any more punishment to her pussy, especially not from him. Her ass was surprisingly enough fine, but not her pussy.

 

None of the other Masters even stirred. The blonde Master picked up his old cognac glass again and made a solitary toast, “I thank our wonderful host for tonight but I’ve done as much fucking as I could possibly manage for one night”.

 

He stood up, snapped his fingers and the blonde, big breasted slave her Master had first fucked came over to him and went down on all fours by his feet. “Go and find my hat and coat and wait for me by the door”. She immediately stood up adding, “Yes, Master” and they both left out the exit.

 

Her eyes darted worriedly from one Master to the next wishing no other Master would agree with the Pig Faced man’s idea. One by one they all stood up, thanked our host, (the Pig Faced man) called on their slaves and with obvious exhaustion left for the exit.

 

Her Master was the last one to get up. “I guess that settles the issue. We’ll have to make her airtight some other day”.

 

He shook the Pig Faced man’s hand and walked out the door while calling out, “Come on bitch. Let’s go”.

 

He didn’t turn to face her, just kept walking but she knew it was aimed at her and she obediently hurried along until she was right behind him. His usually good posture was gone now. He was just dragging himself along exhausted.

 

“Poor Master, she thought. I should give him a nice long massage once we’re home”.

 

The little piece of jewellery in her pussy jingled as she walked. The thought of it made her smile. Each time she heard or saw it she’d be reminded of the words he’d said to her on the stage. He told her he loved her. He hadn’t done that before, or told her any words of affection. She noticed now how much she craved it, being loved. She was never going to forget this wonderful night.

 

Her Master’s clothes were on a table outside the room and he quickly threw them on didn’t bother buttoning his shirt or tying his bow tie. Without saying a word he continued out the front door out along the gravel path. She assumed he wanted her to follow so she followed in his heels. It was even colder out now and she wrapped her arms around her to keep from freezing. She walked as fast as she could to the car without turning to look back. It was far too cold to worry about anything else. Her Master opened the trunk and stood waiting with his hand resting on the door, while looking straight at her. He didn’t need to give her this order. She quickly jumped in and wrapped herself in a blanket she found and made herself as comfortable as she could. The trunk door slammed and not long after the car took off she fell asleep. She was awoken by a hard slap in the face.

 

“Get up you lazy, whore” her Master barked.

 

Tired, cold and stiff legged she got out closing the trunk door after her. Her Master had left the door open after him and she walked in. When she’d got to the master bedroom he was already sleeping with his clothes strewn around the room. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and snuck away and to get her mattress ready in front of the cooker.

 

She had made him so proud that night, and making Master happy was her main goal in life. She loved that she knew how to please him and he knew how to show her appreciation. That evening he had told her that her Master, the love of her life was truly hers. Stroking her new piercing and the little silver plate she drifted away into blissful sleep.