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Dear one,
This morning, at the psychiatrist's office, we engaged in a small relaxation exercise. The therapist instructed me to lie down and gradually loosen each body part. Instead of doing what she asked, or maybe to do so, I envisioned you caressing those areas as she rattled off the list. Of course, not the erotic parts of my body. She would've found it quite peculiar had I said, "The breasts, vagina, or tongue." But simply pondering you stroking my elbow as she uttered the word "elbow" brought a sensual feel, as it involved you touching me.
Later, after completely unwinding, she requested me to visualize being in my "happy place" - where I delight. I informed her of my imaginary scenario: lounging on a beach chair. However, it seemed quite ordinary, and I couldn't help but want to create a more fascinating story so she wouldn't perceive me as mundane.
However, this was not my actual happy place. My contentment originates from being your slave.
Let me provide you with a more explicit, detailed account, much like the one I shared fabricating my "happy place":
I am kneeling, naked, in a dark walk-in-closet, prone to your arrival. I have a four-inch strap-on dildo fastened around my head the wrong way, with the cock part shoved in my mouth. Although I can breath through my nose, it feels similar to choking. I devised this addition into our "game" and already, I enjoy it.
My hands are tucked behind my back and underneath my behind, ready for you to tie me up. My knees are slightly apart, exposing my newly waxed mound, as per your orders. Wooden clothes pegs adorn my lips and clitoris, causing mild pain, and swelling begins. Anticipation excites me, envisaging you spanking my swollen member.
I possess a ribbed butt plug inserted in my rectum. A blindfold covers my eyes.
I'll be waiting here a while before you show up, heightening the tension.
On the table, I've arranged various devices for your dominance: a whip, lube, handcuffs, nipple clamps, additional wooden pegs, a bigger dildo, and a video camera.
I appreciate you recording our encounters, and our future viewings revive the satisfaction. Sometimes, I wish you'd show the footage to someone else - my friend or even yours - adding more disgrace to my submission.
This is my genuine happy place.
As we ended the meeting, I continued to conjure up this picture in my head, deceiving the doctor into believing I felt good despite my work of fiction. Off I went home, deciding to jot this note down, a plea for you to assume command once more.
It is also a declaration that this time, I'll surrender to any command of yours.
Unleash your worst.
With love,
Your everlasting submissive.
I get this letter, each scripture, scribbled by my lover, and consider: Why don't I make her happy? I plan to myself, "Come to mine at 8:00 pm this night. Wear a plug, ball gag, and no knickers. Don't knock, enter my living room immediately. Have no delays."
I then extend invitations to my mates, enticing seven to hit us up by seven thirty. We draw lots on what to bring, and lucky for me, I don't need to provide anything, as I'm hosting.
By seven thirty, they're all present. I distribute the missive, and everyone crack up, pausing when I reveal my plan. A handful express reservations, but when I propose departure, they remain and prepare for the evening.
At 8:00pm, the room falls silent as if someone has covered it with a blanket. The silence is broken at 8:01 with a hint of dismay. I check my phone, and reassure my friends that the clock is slightly ahead, it's actually 7:58pm. I head towards the fridge to grab a few more beers, and when I get back she is standing in the serene living room.
She appears startled and slightly amazed. I hope she's also a little excited to see everyone. All eyes are on her, first fixating on the ballgag that fills her mouth, and then on her little dress. It's known that she's not wearing any undies underneath, and she has a butt plug stuffed inside of her.
I take charge, breaking the silence with a casual 'Hi b*tch, show us.'
She hesitates, and then she lifts her skirt, revealing her freshly shaved pussy, which she hadn't anticipated me mentioning in the instructions. She's standing by the door, legs firmly together, presenting herself for the audience.
I instruct her to rotate and reveal her defencelessness. The sight of her arse with the butt plug protruding is mesmerizing. She's a reserved girl, with a conservative sexual history besides our relationship. I wonder if the number of people who've seen her pussy has doubled within the past five minutes. I predict we'll break several records tonight.
The crowd stays quiet, even though they had been so confident before her arrival. Matt was especially vocal, promising to 'f*ck her in every hole'. So, I question him "Matt, which hole do you want to start with?"
Matt stutters, still mesmerized by her exposed behind. I laugh.
"Alright, let's proceed with the show then. Turn around and take off your blouse, whore."
She complies, and then I instruct her to remove her bra. Once she's done, I ask her to clean up a bit, disposing of the empty pizza containers and providing additional drinks for anyone who needs one. The topless waitress role is entertaining. I order John to play some music, and the atmosphere in the room starts to let up a bit.
After the cleaning is done, I instruct our captive to lie down and lift her skirt in the air.
I consider it necessary to ensure her well-being before we get the party going. "If you agree, I'm going to tie you to this table so we can all use you. If you want, you can leave now. Or I can ask everyone else to depart, just me and you. This is the perfect moment to opt out if you want. Nevertheless, you can refuse anytime. The best moment would be this one, though."
She denies with head shakes.
"So you wish for me to bind you to this table so we can all have our way with you."
She nods her head. I walk over to shred her gag, and slam her face backwards, spitting into her open mouth.
"Speak," I say after she's swallowed my saliva.
"Tie me down and use me, master."
I slap her left breast, and she whimpers.
"Starting now, I'll be referred to as Master, and everybody else here will be sir. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master."
"Well, then, take off your skirt."
Once she's undressed, I nab some rope from my bedside table, and hand it to a few people. They tie her torso to the table, the cords tight under her breasts, and then tie her elbows together underneath the table. They also tie her legs to table legs. She wiggles her feet and shakes her head, that's the extent of her movements.
John's cock is erect. I instruct him to kneel by the end of the table to f*ck her head upside-down, off the edge.
As John finishes in her mouth and she swallows, another person replaces him, while John gets himself a drink. This alternation continues for roughly an hour, culminating in an assembly line arrangement in a restroom with a single urinal.
After some time, we all leave: Terry somehow manages to get it up again and goes twice, defeating both holes. When I feel myself rising once more, I decide to mix things up a bit.
I take out the butt plug and shove it into her mouth.
Although her ass has been filled for an hour, it's still tight, and it takes a while for me to open her enough to start fucking her properly. I ask one of the guys about the others and hear that Brian is at a football game, Henry is on business in Manchester, and we didn't get a reply from Paul.
"Okay," I say with a smirk on my face, "Why don't you film the slut taking it up the ass and show the guys what they're missing."
A video is taken of the used and abused body, with my cock, unidentifiable of course, thrusting in and out of her anus. It's uploaded on WhatsApp and everyone laughs. Instead of finishing in her ass, I pull out and release my load all over her body. Then I walk around the table, remove the plug from her mouth, and shove my shit-covered cock in for cleaning.
At this point I think a short break might be good for everyone, so I untie my now shaking girlfriend and sit her down in a chair. As I'm heading to the bathroom, I have an idea and ask if anyone wants a drink.
Everyone agrees, except for the girl, who stays silent.
"Bitch, would you like a fucking scotch? Please don't ignore me."
"Sorry, master. Yes please, master."
In the kitchen, I get a bunch of tumblers and pour each person a generous amount of whiskey. I then go to the bathroom, pee in one of the tumblers, and finish up in the sink. I bring the glasses into the room and hand them to everyone, making sure to give the warmer, bubblier one (though the color is the same) to my well-used girlfriend.
As we finish our scotches, I ask if anyone wants another round, and when they all admit they're tired out, I suggest a little torture instead. Although most of the props we keep at her place, I have a riding crop here, and then there are a few leather belts, and, of course, everyone has two hands and a set of teeth.
She lies down on the table, and I start whipping her breasts with the crop. Andrew kneels by her cunt, despite it still being full of everyone's cum, and bites hard on her clit, making her scream. This is quickly silenced by John shoving his fingers in her mouth.
The group is running out of ideas, so I remember that Andrew is dating an "absolutely mental" girl. I suggest inviting her over for the slave to serve.
He is a bit unsure, but we both know this is something she would be into. She's a bit bisexual and really loves gang bangs, as Andrew has told us about many times. I know the slave has never sucked another woman's pussy before, but I also know that she simply wants to exist for other people's pleasure, and I'm sure we'd all be eager to watch her attempt to eat out her first one.
We wait for Sarah to arrive (she immediately says yes to the overly open message Andrew sends, complete with a forward of the video from the WhatsApp group).
Peter wants more action and suggests going for her ass.
"Sure," I say, "Do whatever you want, dude."
He's surprisingly sexually experienced tonight, and I can see fear in her face as he approaches her chair.
Noticing his increased confidence, I tell him to open the curtains, bend over the windowsill.
"Yes, sir." She hurriedly goes to the window, excited at the idea of being used in front of the whole neighborhood.
Andrew decides to finish in her ass, which I'm glad about. She's still covered in my cum on her front, and after he goes back to his drink, I make her lick up the cum left on the sill, which we all find amusing.
"Now go and kneel by the door," I say. "When Sarah arrives, ask if she'd like a drink, and if, once she's sat down, whether she wants you to eat her out."
"Yes, master."
I stop her and pass her the plug. I think it's more degrading if she's forced to insert it herself, which she does after I forcefully shove it into her hand.
The door chimes and I bellow "It's open" as Sarah stumbles in, stunned by what she sees. She requests a beer and then adds, "I want you to eat me out."
The barker retrieves a chilly brew from the fridge, presenting it to her. Sarah swiftly embraces Andrew and greets everyone. This is her first encounter with a couple, and there's a peculiar spell cast as the barker is already yanking her undies down as she introduces herself to John and Terry with a friendly handshake. We all gaze on, mesmerized, and mostly silent, as the cunnilingus continues.
Amazingly, Sarah struggles to orgasm from this treatment, informing us of this fact later. I suggest that Andrew have sex with her, and offer them the bedroom for some privacy, but apparently they don't need it. As we witness their copulation, the slave wedges herself between me and Terry and we fondle her indifferently. My favorite is pinching her nipples, while Terry seems to enjoy pulling her hair. Despite receiving no attention, the humiliation drives her wild.
After a period of time, Terry drags her to his dick, and she starts sucking him off. During this, Terry shouting out Sarah's name makes it even more humiliating.
Sarah glances at Andrew, who's facing her, and winks at Terry. Instructionally, Terry injects his sperm down her throat while backhanding her in the face.
Afterwards, the evening loses its momentum, with Sarah ingesting Andrew's ejaculate as her final taste of cum.
In the morning, my significant other is shocked by her deeds, but inquires of my plans for another gathering.
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