I was here because my best friend was hosting the gathering. She is herself 42
years of age, but as I said, she doesn't look a day over 30 - and what a looker!
She'd come to me two months ago asking for my help in organizing this party. I
knew she knew people, but that was in London and Amsterdam. I'd met her through
friends and we'd hit it off straight away. We seemed to share so much in common,
it was almost like having a clone. Although I'm sure we could have been lovers
before now, it just never worked out that way. Instead we share an untouchable
love for one another. I'd thought it was going to be another of her pipe dreams
when she asked me to help her organize a two week vacation for a few friends,
with them taking the cost of our accommodation, expenses and a few dollars on
the side. She sketched over what they wanted and of course I listened with rapt
attention as soon as she mentioned sex. Not with me, but between the people who
would be coming to New Zealand. It started out as a fantasy adventure for ten
people: two newlywed couples, two women, two men and their partners. I admit
that although I was entranced by the idea, I was taking the whole thing with a
grain of salt. Boy, was I surprised when she asked me to open a bank account and
handed me a cheque for $50,000.00! Once I got over the shock, I quickly threw
myself in at the deep end, offering to scout out a suitable venue and
transportation to it, leaving the catering and entertainment to her. As our
plans progressed, so did a few other things. The number of people coming for
one. Following an early progress report from Sue, her friend in London who was
organizing things at that end, told her that one of the men and one of the women
had pulled out, but that a very private and exclusive club the other woman was a
member of, was interested in having their vacation here. The original group had
agreed to the additional number, her friend had said, but it wasn't until he
faxed the revised guest list to her that she found out just how many there were
in the `Club' he'd spoken of. We were now catering for over 200! Another twist
was that the club was into S & M and for every dominant there were two or three
submissives (more fun being a submissive?). The submissives would turn up early
to prepare the holiday site, then keep it maintained for their counterparts'
stay. Our `guests' turned out to be rich enough to afford whatever was needed to
make their holiday a success and soon the bank account was processing enough
money to run a company. I even ended up leasing an Island to cope with the
expected numbers. There were more than 160 people on the lawn of the Villa,
every one of them a `beautiful person'. Although I was here and could see it
with my own eyes, I still couldn't believe that there wasn't a plain, disabled,
or even average looking person here. Although I know some of them were, no one
looked like they could be over 30 years of age and a lot even looked underage!
We were on the Island, West of Keri Keri, having just unloaded the baggage of
the `advance party' of guests who were to see to the maintenance of the resort.
Behind the guests was an impressive Villa, built in the early 1900's by some of
the first New Zealand settlers. A small group of guests had not yet arrived, as
they were coming separately by plane. Sue and I had been concerned about
supervising the first guests until we received word that Sue's London friend had
organized a `Dominant' to be present for the submissives. When we finally saw
the plane fly over the island, we left our first guests with easy access to
refreshments and went down to the beach to meet it. I was surprised to find that
the `Dominant' was a woman, as were over half of her helpers. We introduced
ourselves to her, found out that her name was Cindy, then helped them take their
luggage off the plane. As soon as we'd emptied the small plane of it's cargo,
plane and pilot left. I had a few moments to study the newcomer's and although
Cindy was pretty with her long haired, long legged good looks, the floral print
dress, sunhat and sneakers conflicted with the images I had of what a dominatrix
should look like. This woman looked more like fun loving Sue! As for the others,
they seemed to me to be just as out of place in my fantasies, with the men
wearing casual suits and the women jeans or sun dresses. Cindy watched the plane
leave, then rummaged around in the luggage until she found what she wanted.
Taking their cues from her, her companions also picked through the bags, finding
theirs. Cindy asked me if there was a way into the house that they could use
without the other guests spotting them and I admitted that there wasn't. She
shrugged, told me not to worry, then kicked of her sneakers. Unexpectedly, she
pulled her dress over her head, right there out on the sand, quickly stepped out
of her panties, unclipped her bra and gave the lot to an assistant. Unashamedly
naked, she reached into the bag she'd earlier retrieved, pulled out some white
cloth, or rather, a toga and began to wrap herself up again. When she'd clipped
it in place, she took the crown that her assistant offered and fixed that in
place as well. Suddenly she looked more like a high priestess! When she'd
finished dressing, her companions also discarded their traveling clothes, the
men dressing in black leather and chains, the women in a variety of white
leather and lace. We all moved off the sand and onto the pathway leading to the
grounds, stopping so that the women could step into their stockings and heels. I
had glanced at Sue when Cindy had first stripped and saw the look on her face. I
suddenly realized that my mouth had been hanging open as well, right from the
first beautifully rounded breast. I also realized that my neck was sore from
trying to look at too many naked pussies, one shaved here, one heart shaped
there, in every direction at once. It was hard to keep my erection hidden and
think of steaming mounds of dog shit at the same time. I led the way to the
lawn, where all the subs were waiting patiently, then left Cindy to it. Jenny I
was beginning to get impatient, waiting. Finally, the woman next to me bumped my
shoulder and pointed. I followed her extended finger and found seven women and
three men standing at the edge of the lawn. They simply stood there, waiting for
the crowd to notice them and quiet down. Eventually they were satisfied that
they had everyone's attention. "Now that I have everyone's attention," began the
woman wearing the toga-like dress and crown, "You will form an orderly line
before my assistants". The crowd hesitated. "I mean NOW!", she growled quietly,
her voice carrying easily over the large lawn. Instantly, lines materialized, as
the crowd separated themselves. When I reached the front of my line, one of the
woman's assistants gave me a plastic bag and a marker pen. I was told to move to
one side and print my name on the bag. I was given no further instruction. When
everyone had their bags labeled, the woman spoke again. "I am mistress Cindy. I
am the closest thing on Earth to God for you pathetic creatures. If, at any time
I require you to speak to me, you will call me Mistress or Mistress Cindy. Do
you understand?" I didn't care who she was, but decided to play the game, so
answered with everyone else, "yes mistress..." "I can't hear you," she growled.
"Yes Mistress Cindy!" we all shouted. "Good. My assistants are to be called
Master or Mistress at all time unless they personally specify otherwise. You may
be lucky enough to gain the prestige of having a Master order to use you as a
human seat, if you are lucky. Right now, I don't believe any of you could
actually be classed as human anything, you are so low. You are of less
importance than the worms in the dirt under my feet. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress!", we all shouted. "Did I give you permission to speak, scum? I
DID NOT! You will speak to me only after I have given you permission to. Do you
understand?" There was absolute silence. "Good. That's better. Now, each of you
has a plastic bag with your name on it. Into it you will put all your valuables.
If you do not put your valuables into this bag, they will be taken from you and
destroyed. Do I make myself clear?" She added after a pause, "Do it now." We all
took any rings we were wearing, bracelets, watches, earrings etc and put them in
our bags. I was surprised at the size of the bags that they'd given us,
considering what was put into each. Surely they could have given us smaller
bags? I found out soon enough" "So you have everything of value in your bags, do
you, slime. You", she said pointing to a woman near her, "There is nothing else
you'd like to put in your bag? Speak." "I have nothing else of value on me,
Mistress Cindy", she replied. "Very well. Jay, take everything else you find
away from her." Jay looked at her, in her sundress and heels and a black belt
around her waist. He went up to her, deftly undid the buckle on her belt, then
before she realized what was happening, tore the front of her dress from
neckline to hem. Underneath the wore a matching bra and bikini brief set. As the
realization was still dawning on her that he intended to remove all her clothes,
he had already removed her dress completely. "Please Master, may I speak!" she
pleaded, standing there, still in her heels and underwear. Jay looked to
Mistress Cindy, who nodded. "You may... this time." "A poor girl begs to be
allowed to keep her underwear, Master." "So now you've decided that your
underwear is a valuable, have you?" asked Mistress Cindy. "What about the rest
of you, spitballs?" she asked, facing the crowd. "Are your clothes valuable
enough to want to keep safe in a plastic bag? If so, you'd better take them off
before I change my mind!" Men and women hurried to comply. After a second's
hesitation, I began unbuttoning my shirt too. Soon I was standing there as naked
as everyone else, having just sealed my shoes in my bag. I looked around me, at
the other women and men clutching their bags in front of them. Quickly Mistress
Cindy's assistants collected everyone's bags from them, leaving us with nothing
to cover our shame. Actually, it was quite exciting, having our choice in the
matter removed, along with our clothes. Mistress Cindy spoke to us again. "You
and you," she said, pointing to a man and woman standing next to each other, "on
your hands knees, come to me." Immediately the pair dropped to the ground and
made their way to her. When they reached her they looked up for further
instruction. "Dogs look more graceful walking," she said to them. "You," she
said to the woman, "what is your name?" The woman waited for Mistress Cindy to
order her to speak. "Speak." "I am called Tasha, Mistress Cindy." she replied,
cautiously. "Tasha... You look more like a pudding to me, with two big jellies
attached to your chest. They bounce nicely when you walk, I'll give you that."
"Th.." Tasha stopped herself from replying to Mistress Cindy's compliment just
in time. "Speak to me. Do you like your jellies? Do you like people to see them
jiggling when you crawl around like a dog?" After a short pause, the girl
replied. "Yes Mistress Cindy." "You," she said now, looking at the man. "Answer
my questions. What is your name?" "John, Mistress Cindy." "With a cock as big as
yours, you should be called Bull, but I think I'll call you Small. So, Small,
can you control that weapon, or does it think for itself." "Yes I can, Mistress
Cindy." "Good. I'm going to test you. Roll onto your back," she commanded him,
waiting for him to comply. When he did, she continued. "Pudding, you are going
to have two minutes to use your hands and mouth on his cock. In this time you
must make him hard. You must only touch his cock, not any other part of his
body. That includes brushing his body with your hair. If you fail, you will be
punished. If he gets hard, he will be punished. Is that understood? Speak."
"Um... Yes Mistress Cindy." "I will lead the count. Two lots of sixty. Once the
crowd has the rhythm, they will join in the count. Prepare yourselves." Pudding
moved over to Small, positioning herself so that Mistress Cindy had a clear view
of what was happening. At Mistress Cindy's `start' command, she began to
carefully fondle Small's penis, running a long finger nail down it's length,
then picking it up by the circumcised head and wrapping a hand around it. She
used her thumb to caress the knob as Mistress Cindy's count continued. "10, 11,
12, 13,....." Soon the crowd took up the chant. At 45 seconds, she'd still had
no response from the monster member in her hand, so seemingly reluctantly, she
took her long hair in her hand, to stop it from touching his body, then gently
lowered her head to touch his penis with her tongue. At one minute ten seconds,
she realized that running her tongue up and down his shaft was getting her
nowhere, so with obvious distaste, she let his head slide into her mouth. She
bobbed up and down on the head of his penis as the seconds ticked away,
reluctant to take any of the shaft, yet fully conscious that her time was
running out. At one minute and 50 seconds, she swallowed all of his limp penis
in her mouth, up to the root. He mouth was distorting as she ran her tongue
around his shaft and tried to siphon pre-come from the eye of his knob at the
same time. At one minute 55 seconds, she finally started blowing him properly,
and there was a twitch. She'd finally elicited some sort of response from him!
At two minutes, Mistress Cindy stopped counting, then had to order Pudding to
stop. Small wasn't quite limp, but he had not achieved an erection either. From
my position, I'd been able to see what she'd been doing, but it wasn't until she
moved off him that I saw how damp the hair around her tightly clamped pussy lips
had become. "Pudding, you had a full two minutes, tell me why you failed to make
him hard." "I, I'm... not used to making males ready, Mistress Cindy. I did try,
though," she wailed. "So you're a cunt licker by nature, are you? I see that you
could get used to it, given practice," Mistress Cindy finished, looking between
Pudding's slightly spread legs. "You lost, so you will be punished. The first
part of your punishment will come now, the rest later. Small, I want you to
shoot your load into this miserable slime's mouth. Pudding, you will swallow it
ALL. And enjoy it. Do I make myself clear? Small, proceed." Small stood up and
took hold of himself. Pudding, still on her knees, faced him. We all watched
Small wank for five minutes until he shot his load towards Pudding's mouth.
Overall his aim was good and apart from a dollop on her cheek, pudding took it
all in her mouth, which she swallowed, surprise registering on her face as she
tasted the salty fluid. When he'd finished, Small turned to Mistress Cindy.
Mistress Cindy pointed to the ground at her feet, indicating Small to kneel
there, then she called pudding to her. When Pudding reached her, Mistress Cindy
stood up, their faces inches apart. Mistress Cindy opened her mouth, her tongue
slithering out to lap up the cum sticking to Pudding's cheek. "Did you like your
pudding, Pudding? I hope so, because the rest of your punishment is to have ten
men sign your back, between your shoulder blades, after you have satisfied them
orally - that means they must all cum, preferably in your mouth. If you haven't
done a good job, they may only pretend to sign. You won't know until you return
to me. Be sure they are satisfied! If, when you return to me, I decide to accept
the ten signatures, I will reward you with something to wear. Until then, you
will stay naked. I only ornament my slaves if they please me. You, Small, please
me greatly, right now... Joy, give him the gold G-string and armbands to show my
appreciation. You may spend the rest of the day as you please, but only until I
change my mind." Mistress Cindy looked out at us once more, standing there naked
before her, some with our hands trying to cover ourselves, others unashamed of
their nakedness, their hands by their sides. "Gold," began Mistress Cindy, "is
the color I use as a special reward. From now on, you will not see much of it
among yourselves. It also means that you will treat the wearer as a master or
mistress and do all in your power to fulfill their every wish, WHATEVER that
person asks for. You may choose not to, but you will answer to me personally if
you don't. If you come to me and I find out that that person has abused their
privilege, they will be disciplined twice as harshly as is suitable for the
crime. Overall, I am feeling generous so you will once more form lines and
accept something each to wear. Just remember it could be taken away just as
easily." Mistress Cindy nodded to her helpers, who each carried a black leather
bag. Once again lines formed, this time to receive something to wear. Some of us
were very happy with what we got, such as my string bikini, a G-string bottom
and just enough material on top to slightly more than cover my nipples, yes,
very happy compared to the woman in front of me who was given a lovely blue
scarf to do what she could with. Poor girl couldn't even make it tie around her
waist! The man behind me got a frilly apron. I'm not sure whether he was pleased
or angry to get such a feminine garment, but at least he could cover his
enormous balls. They were obscene! Once we were `dressed', we were split up and
given our tasks in preparation for the arrival of the other guests. I thought I
was one of the lucky ones to be told I was assigned to making up beds, but the
four of us soon found out that it was to be more difficult than simple
bed-making, as we were told to make the beds without using our hands. Just to be
sure we didn't, handcuffs were produced and used to secure our hands behind our
backs. Once I got the hang of using my teeth to hold one corner of a sheet, with
the three others holding another corner each, things weren't so bad. It was
harder to do the required hospital corners with our feet, but we did eventually
get quite proficient at it. One of the people I was working with was a guy who
had a nice butt, and looked lovely in the loin cloth he wore. I don't know what
my new husband Tom would have said if he'd seen me staring. Anyway, it was his
idea for me to play the submissive for this fantasy adventure and I'd really
only agreed to come as part of a small group, not get sexy with a million
strangers. I wondered if he knew what he was letting himself in for. When we'd
finished, our work was inspected by Master Jay, who was cute too. Wild thoughts
were tumbling around in my head about him and I missed hearing when he spoke to
me. I forced him to repeat himself, something I've since found out they don't
like to do. After I'd answered his question, he punished me for not paying
complete attention to him. My punishment almost made me want out of this silly
charade then and there - almost. Master Jay had Steve, the guy with the nice
butt, take me over his knee, pull my pants down (more gesture than anything
since I was wearing a G-string) and give me a damn good spanking. "Twelve of
your hardest slaps," Master Jay told Steve. "Make each one count, and make the
slut not only count each one out load, but make her ask for the next one as
well. I'd played a similar game with Tom before, but he never really hurt me.
Steve on the other hand brought a whole new meaning to being punished. When I
was comfortable over his knee, my bush hard against his thigh, he began. He
warmed the spot he intended to hit by rubbing his hand in a circular motion over
the area first. That felt nice. When his hand came down however, the pain it
brought with it was nothing like Tom had ever inflicted. I could feel the
individual finger marks burning into my cheek. He waited for me to count one.
I'd totally forgotten about that and only remembered when he whispered for me to
do so, quickly. I took a deep breath and said, "One. Please do it again," adding
for good measure, "Master." Again he massaged my butt with his hand, instantly
making it feel better. Then he hit me again, just as hard, in exactly the same
spot! I could have died, it hurt so much. This time I didn't hesitate nearly so
long before counting off and asking for another. The third one not only made me
cry out, but made me cry as well. I had to count it and ask for another between
sobs. Funnily enough, the fourth, in exactly the same spot as the other three,
didn't hurt nearly so much, even though it was by no means lighter. I realized
as I was asking for the sixth, that my nipples had gone hard for some reason.
The seventh smack was on the other cheek. That hurt just as much as the first
had. When I asked for the eighth I surprised myself by meaning it! I realized
with a start that I was getting sticky between my legs and I could feel my lips
pulsing against Steve's thigh. The ninth caused me to bounce against Steve's leg
- WOW, what a feeling! I almost demanded the tenth, I was worked up by the
eleventh, and I was not nearly ready for the twelfth to be over. In fact, I did
demand the thirteenth, but Master Jay said my punishment was finished. I was
ready to start frigging myself senseless right there in front of the others when
I stood up, but a look from Master Jay stayed my hand. I smiled to myself when I
noticed the stains on Steve's leg and shuddered when he surreptitiously grazed
his fingers over the spot then popped them in his mouth, as if he were cooling
fingers hot from spanking me. I was so shaken by what had come over me that I
almost left the room with the others, without putting my G-string back on. How
could I have forgotten that! Our group had five other rooms to complete before
we were finished and by that time I was hornier than I could ever remember
being. To cap it all off, we came up behind the girl from the lawn as we were
leaving the last room, on her knees, facing away from us, seven signatures on
her back, blowing a man who had his fingers wrapped in her hair, right in the
middle of the hallway. Since there was no stopping her mid suck, we had to wait
for the guy to blow his load so that they would be able to make room for us to
pass. When he did cum, he shot his load into her mouth, on her face and all
through her hair. After a moment's recovery time, he gladly signed her back. She
got up to go to the bathroom and clean herself off, but Master Jay had other
ideas. He called her over and told her she could service him and Steve, the last
two signatures she needed. She managed to look startled, happy and concerned at
the same time. I'm sure her jaw must have been sore from all that sucking, and
I'm also sure she wondered how she was going to give two blowjobs at once.
Master Jay sorted that out by ordering Steve to lie on the floor face up, pull
his loin cloth to one side and bring himself to erection. He had a beautiful
cock, just as I'd imagined it would be. Hard it was not too long, about seven
inches, but it was nice and thick while not being obscenely so. "Sit on him," he
ordered the girl. Without hesitation, she lowered her soaking pussy onto his
rod. Master Jay then unzipped his pants and pulled out his member for her to
take in her mouth. "Fuck my cock with your mouth, while you fuck his with your
pussy. You'll still be able to suck him off when I'm finished." The girl
obediently started riding Steve like a horse while blowing Master Jay. I could
tell she'd found out what men like by the surprised expression on Master Jay's
face. Steve seemed to be enjoying her tight little pussy too. I was jealous. Why
couldn't that be me! Master Jay came without warning, causing the girl to gag a
little. When he pulled out of her, cum came gushing out her mouth as well. She'd
forgotten to swallow because she was in the middle of an orgasm with Steve, who
was still pumping away under her. Master Jay had her roll off him, cum still
dripping from her lips and take Steve in her mouth. Soon enough he shot his load
as well and she was able to fall to one side, exhausted but happy. Eventually
Steve, then Master Jay signed her back, sending her off to find Mistress Cindy
with a smack on her bare bottom and advice not to bother getting cleaned up
first. I was in that `ready to frig myself in front of everybody' mood again,
but managed to hold myself in check while Master Jay led the way out to the
lawn. It was dark now, but lights had been erected and there was a banquet table
piled with food enough for every one. It seemed that all of us had congregated
in the same place at the same time as if by design, because everyone there was
told they could eat about two minutes after we arrived. I saw the blowjob girl
again before we were led away for the evening, in Mistress Cindy's arms. All she
wore were black thigh high boots and a three inch wide collar, but she didn't
seem too worried about it. We had about 20 minutes after our meal to let it
settle, before doing two hours exercise. I'm fairly fit, as I'm sure were all
the others. But after two hours solid workout, I was knackered. I didn't even
hesitate in taking my bikini off when the Masters and Mistresses came around and
took everyone's clothing away. That little bikini seemed to hold in so much
heat! So once again I was naked with a bunch of strangers. At least I'd stayed
with Steve and the other two girls, Karen and Rose, who had been on my `team'.
Once the clothes had been collected, we were all ordered into the pool. Ever
been in an outside pool with 150 other people? Once I had cooled down in the
water, it was lots of fun. It got better when a truckload of soap was thrown in
for us to use getting clean. A 75 foot bubble bath with backs and fronts aplenty
that needed cleaning. Steve got a good feel doing my back and I reciprocated
with him. I surprised myself when, after soaping Rose's back she turned around.
Without missing a beat, I gave her front a good soaping too, including the brush
covered valley between her legs. Eventually we were ordered out and towels were
handed around for us to dry ourselves with. I dried Steve, causing an
embarrassing rise which I couldn't do anything about, then Karen dried me off,
missing absolutely nothing. I expected to be taken inside the house, but instead
was led, along with most of the others, to the pool house. I found out later
that each of Mistress Cindy's people was allowed two of us each to keep them
warm. Two men were devastated to be chosen by one of Mistress Cindy's men, but
they didn't try to argue. While each of the two rooms of the pool house were
large enough to accommodate either 20 men or women adequate space to change in
comfort, it was one hell of a crowded place for 75 mixed singles to find
sleeping room. At least the floor was carpeted. If I'd walked in on the scene
with no warning, I would have thought I'd stumbled on an orgy in progress. The
benches were almost stacked two deep, laying like spoons, while there was no
place to put a foot on the floor without coming into contact with bare skin.
Mistress Cindy had not seen any point in giving back our clothes since we'd be
asleep. Somehow I'd ended up top and tailing with Steve, my feet near his head,
his breath hot on my ankles. Rose was lying in an `L' shape, her bottom against
my tummy. I knew Karen was right behind Steve somewhere, because I could hear
her whispering dirty things to him, things that made a warm bulge press against
my lower back. Some guy was also lying practically in my face, my lips inches
from his muscular calves, his back resting against Rose's. Abruptly the lights
went out and the door closed, a bolt audibly being drawn on the outside. I lay
there quietly, listening to Karen's hot talk. Steve must have been in agony and
not able to move his hands, because the lump in my back was definitely hard -
and bent. I reached over intending to help him out by straightening it out. It
was easy to reach and straighten, but then I didn't want to let it go. Instead,
I started pulling him off. At the same time I was frustrated because I only had
one hand, the other being pinned underneath me. That meant I couldn't finger
myself. Instead I wriggled up until Rose's bottom rested lower, practically on
top of my groin. This put my lips closer to Mr. no name's ankles. While grinding
myself against Rose and pulling Steve's rock hard cock I managed to lick, nibble
and bite the skin around the other guy's ankles. For some reason this turned me
on and it didn't seem to bother him any. Just as I was getting into it, I felt a
sharp finger nail against my pussy lips I didn't care whose it was, I wanted it
in there! With difficulty, I raised one leg so the finger could get at my clit.
Pretty soon I was in heaven. I imagined Steve to be as comfortably uncomfortable
as I was, because while I had one leg propped up, he managed to get his head
between them and was alternately sucking the toes of my free foot and from the
sound of it, giving someone else plenty of tongue to tongue action. After ten
minutes of this, I developed a cramp. I knew I had to put my leg down to ease
the pain, but there was no way I was going to stop. Instead I upset the apple
cart by getting to my feet. I stood just long enough to turn around and face
Steve, make room for him to roll onto his back, then re-visited the scene I had
witnessed earlier by lowering myself onto his cock. I felt so wonderful riding
him that I cried out in pleasure. I think I heard similar moans of pleasure
around me but I wasn't interested. I noticed a form standing near me and reached
out to them. As it happened it was a man, whose cock I eagerly engulfed with my
mouth I felt soft lips on my nipples, I guess they were feminine, they were
great. A hand twiddled my clit, making my dive headfirst into orgasm. I felt the
man I was giving head to shiver, almost ready to explode. I pulled away so he
could cum on my face and as I reached out to hold onto him, I came into contact
with a very smooth thigh. I raised my hand and felt a wet pussy, then a hard
clit. I pulled the clit between finger and thumb, feeling it's size. A woman
near me moaned in pleasure and my hand got soaked in female cum. I'd never
tasted it before and wanted to now, so I put my hand to my mouth. Nothing like
cum, but delicious anyway. Just then the man in front of me exploded in my face.
I was lucky I had my eyes closed because my eyelids were covered with warm jism.
I reached out again and felt a cock being pressed into my hand. I sensed the man
in front of me drop away, to be replaced by a woman shaven cunt. As I said, I've
never actually been with a woman, but I wanted to try it all. I sucked on her
cunt while still wanking the guy whose cock I had in my hand, kept riding Steve,
or at least I thought I was still on him. Could someone else have taken his
place under me? I had another hand not doing anything so I offered it up and
found someone's backside jerking nearby, obviously doing a stand-up fuck. I
temporarily took my hand back, stuck it into the cunt of the woman I was sucking
so that it would be good and juicy, then sent it off up the ass of the guy
humping away. When I came again, I felt particularly flooded and realized it was
because of jism as well. This time I was sure of it. I was having my fuck
replaced. I was lifted off him far enough for him to get out, then someone else
took his place. This new meat was definitely bigger than I was used to and it
was just as well that I'd been so thoroughly lubricated, or he'd never have
fitted. While the new guy under me filled me up, fingers played with my clit,
squeezing and pulling on it, sometimes painfully, always increasing my
pleasure.. The cunt I had my face buried in suddenly gushed, filling my mouth
with its warm juice, just as I came again. After a few seconds it dropped away.
Somehow I got swiveled around on the pole on which I sat, my lips touching flesh
in the process. The guy who was fucking me must have been sitting on the face of
a woman, because this flesh was definitely a breast with a large nipple. I
licked and sucked for a while, then let my mouth work it's way up a slender neck
until I came into contact with the owners lips. Unbelievably, the sensations and
novelty of just French kissing another woman was enough to produce another
orgasm. By the time I'd recovered, the guy under me had shot his load inside me
and lifted me off him. Under me I now felt carpet, so I knew no one had taken
his place. This didn't upset me, because my cunt was starting to produce the
tingling feelings that come with over use. I was also feeling understandably
tired. I lay back, finding a nice soft chest under my head, not jerking from
some sex act. I was just making myself comfortable to go to sleep when a male
groin pressed against the side of my head. `What the heck,' I thought to myself.
`One more for the road.' Keeping my head on its silky pillow, I turned my head
to take the flaccid member in my mouth. I was sucking on my thumb when I woke up
the next morning, then realized that my thumb was growing! As awareness of where
I was slowly dawned, so did the realization that my hands were nowhere near my
mouth. I still had the cock from the night before in my mouth and it was ready
for attention. Early morning light was beginning to filter into the pool house,
so when I opened my eyes, I was able to recognize the pubic hair I was looking
at as being attached to Steve. Somehow he'd made his way back to me in the
darkness and although he seemed to be still asleep, at least one part of his
anatomy wasn't. I let my mouth work on his member lazily as I lay there, not
really making an attempt to get him off, but quite happy for it to stay where it
was. I applied just enough movement to keep it semi erect and producing the
pre-cum that I loved. I must have drifted back to sleep again, because the next
thing I knew, voices were telling us to wake up. We all jumped to our feet and
looked around. I couldn't see Karen anywhere at first, then eventually located
her way over the other side of the room. It turned out Rose had provided my soft
pillow. "You slime disgust me. From the smell of it, you spent your time fucking
instead of sleeping," Mistress Cindy growled when she'd entered the pool room.
Although Mistress Cindy sounded angry with us, she didn't look it. Pudding was
kneeling at her feet, a collar around her neck, the leash in Mistress Cindy's
hand. Pudding looked at Mistress Cindy adoringly. For some reason I felt sure
that Mistress Cindy wasn't really angry, it was just something that was expected
of her. "When I give the word, you are all to report to the beach. You will
bathe in the sea today before your exercises. Some of you look like you've had
glue rubbed into your hair. Make sure it's washed out properly. Move!" After
washing and exercises, we made our way back to the lawn, where breakfast was
waiting. The few that had been chosen the previous evening to entertain the
Mistresses and Masters had prepared plastic bowls of cereal, scrambled eggs and
two huge basins containing what smelled like coffee in one and milk in the
other. I briefly wondered where we were supposed to sit, as there were no chairs
at the tables. We soon found out. "Pudding dear. As you've pleased me, you shall
have the honor of being the first to eat. Choose a bowl of cereal and bring it
to me. Remember what I told you now," she said in a kindly voice. Pudding leapt
to her feet and hurried to the table. She selected a bowl, then picked it up by
the rim with her teeth. Moving carefully now, she carried it to the table where
the basin of milk was. After putting her bowl down on the table, we watched her
take a mouthful of milk directly from the dish, transferring it to the bowl of
cereal. After transferring a second mouthful of milk onto her cereal, she again
picked up the bowl with her teeth and carried it back to Mistress Cindy. At
Mistress Cindy's feet, she carefully dropped to her knees, placing the bowl on
the ground in front of her, not once touching it with her hands. "Good, Pudding.
You may begin." Pudding lapped up her cereal directly from the bowl, licked her
plate clean, then looked up at Mistress Cindy once she'd finished. Mistress
Cindy patted Pudding on the head, making Pudding grin with pleasure. "Pudding
has shown you how breakfast will be taken from now on. Anyone using their hands
will be punished. Is that understood? Good. Now get your sorry selves into
lines." It was harder than Pudding made it look, not using your hands. A few
bowls were dropped while being put down, meaning the person carrying it missed
out. Just as I was returning from the table, my face wet from having it dunked
into the bowl by one of the Mistresses when I was getting my milk, I saw a girl
inadvertently clutch her bowl, as her licking motion was moving it away from
her. No one else seemed to notice and she let go of the bowl as soon as she
realized what she'd done. After the cereal came the scrambled eggs, a messy
business when you can't use your hands. By the time we'd all had our breakfast,
the basin of coffee had cooled enough so that it could be lapped up. I was
grateful that they'd added sugar, even though it was `served' black. A few
people around me deferred the opportunity to have some, so that left more for
the rest of us. We acted like pigs at the trough getting at the coffee and two
Masters had to swat our behinds with their hands to make us move away and let
others in. We were put into work groups again, but this time Rose wasn't with
us. Instead we had a guy and girl added to our group. I looked around for Rose
and saw her in a group with the girl I'd earlier seen touch her plate. Their
group seemed to be the largest. I wondered it they'd done something special.
"You've all done well, considering how useless you are," Mistress Cindy told us.
"As a reward, most of you will be issued outfits to wear. Some of you, however
didn't do so well. You were seen using your hands at breakfast when I
specifically told you not to. Does anyone want to confess now to make it easier
on themselves? Raise your hand now it you are guilty." Slowly, hands went up.
The surprising thing was that the hands that were raised were all from the group
with Rose in it Slowly the girl I'd seen earlier raised her hand as well. "Thank
you for being honest," said Mistress Cindy to the small group of raised hands.
"Come here, quickly." Half a dozen people scampered over to Mistress Cindy. She
gave each of them a nail brush. "You will use these to scrub the pool room from
top to bottom. Make sure every corner is sparkling including the bathrooms and
carpet." I didn't envy any of them the job of cleaning out the toilets - with a
brush in their mouths. They were presently sent away without anything to wear
for the day. "You!" Mistress Cindy said, pointing at the remainder of the large
group, "Were also seen touching your bowls, yet you didn't confess. You are all
liars! What would you do with a liar if you were me? Cut out their tongues? No,
too drastic for a first offence. Ah, I have it. Since there are seven of you,
there are just enough to clean out t the pool. You wont be given brushes to use
once you've emptied it though, you'll lick the sides clean with your tongues. To
make sure you don't use your hands, they will be restrained. Jennifer, you know
what to do. Mistress Jennifer and a Master took cords over to the group, using
them to not only bind their hands behind their backs, but pull their arms behind
them too. With the women's arms bound, their shoulders were pulled back as far
as they could go and their chests really stood out proudly. The three men were
especially unlucky because their penises were tied and pulled between their legs
as well. Front on, they looked like they had no dicks at all. By the time they
were released, they'd be dying to use a toilet, I was sure. When they'd been led
off to the pool, we were lined up and given our costumes for the day. Our team
was given matching gear; for the men, black PVC shorts that they had to struggle
to get into, then showed every curve and bulge they had. We girls got harnesses
to wear which we had to be shown how to put on. After stepping into it, it was
pulled up so that the straps came over our shoulders, wrapped around our necks
like a collar then continued down our fronts. A special design allowed them to
be fastened at the front, keeping our breasts tightly secured, yet not covered.
From little silver chains fixed into the leather bra `cups' dangled nipple
clamps. We were lined up and attached to the girl next to us by a dog leash at
the neck, Steve allowed to hold the first girl's spare leash end in his hand,
while Joe held mine in his. `Dressed', I realized I may as well have been left
naked. The only part of me not on display was the soles of my feet. I could feel
the leather pull itself right into the crack of my ass and between my pussy
lips. My boobs felt good, though. I thought to myself that a leather bra might
be a nice addition to my wardrobe. Our group's task was relatively easy, just
trimming the grass, which the men did by stringing us out and attaching the
leash ends to trees, then taking up hand mowers while the four of us weeded the
gardens. Mistress Cindy had not thought it appropriate to supply us with
gardening gloves, so my lovely long nails took a beating in the dirt. After an
hour's work, a very young looking girl came past wearing a black PVC body
stocking with holes cut at the crotch and nipple areas. She walked strangely
because she had a candle protruding from her pussy. She'd been told not to drop
it under any circumstances or she'd be punished. She gave us a drink each from
the water bottle she carried and sun screen which we rubbed all over each other.
The Master supervising us told her to hurry along and for us to get back to
work. After a couple of hours more work I was beginning to wonder again why I'd
decided to come at all. I knew you couldn't have sex 24 hours a day so you had
to do other things, but I'd paid for a holiday, not a part time job! I also
began wondering what my new husband was up to. Was he screwing some other lucky
woman or hanging out until he could join me? I'd practically forgotten about my
experience the previous night, so was getting jealous of my husband's probably
imaginary bed mate I felt myself wanting the weeds I was pulling out to be her
hair. How dare she have him when I wasn't getting anything! At noon we were led
back to the front lawn for lunch. This time we were each given an item such as
an apple, tomato or slice of melon and told to share it with the others of our
group. We were also told that we were the only one allowed to touch our item
with our hands. In other words, we had to feed the others. It wasn't as easy as
it sounded and we got a little mucky. When Mistress Cindy saw us, she
immediately told us to lick the mess off each other. Somehow I'd managed to get
some of the honey out of my honey jar on my pubes which Steve was quick to
attack. I can no longer say I've never had an orgasm outside under the sun with
people all around me, watching. After lunch, we were given an hour's timeout. We
were instructed to sit in circles and tell the others in our group about
ourselves. I found out that the two girls that had joined us today had been
members of the club that had provided most of the other guests, since they left
school ten years ago. They'd both accepted themselves as subs almost from the
first. Steve and his wife were members of the club too, but Steve was trying out
his submissive side for the first time. Joe was new to the club, but his
partner, a guy called Trent, had been a member for years and insisted he go
along. He'd been hooked since. Joe's story had brought up the topic of sex, he
being gay, so we explored that for a while. While I was telling my story, it
suddenly occurred to me that I'd been with girls for the first time since I'd
come here and enjoyed the experience. We discussed my sexuality and decided that
I wasn't gay myself, just open to any new experience, or possibly bi-sexual at
most. Karen confessed that she was probably bi-sexual as well, flattering me by
describing a sexual fantasy she'd had worked out where she was my personal
slave. The things she had me doing to her! It was a very pleasant hour we spent
talking. It was almost like sitting around the pool at home with friends, except
that I wouldn't have been one of four girls wearing nothing but a leather strap
harness with a leash tying me to the girl next to me. The men wouldn't be
sporting erections every now and then that would press against their PVC shorts.
In fact it was highly unlikely that PVC shorts would ever be seen next to my
pool at home. After the hour was up, we were sent back to our chores. This time
however, I felt glad to be there with these other really neat and unique people.
At mid afternoon, we were taken into the house and led upstairs by one of the
mistresses. Although I'd been in the house the day before, I'd never been to
this part of it. We were led into a room that had mirrors covering three walls
while the fourth wall was all windows facing the back gardens. In the middle of
the empty room was a free standing rail about four feet tall and five feet long,
like something ballerinas lean on when practicing. We were led to it and stood
behind it, facing the windows. None of us knew why we were there and none of us
were willing to ask. The mistress came up behind Steve and pulled his shorts
down around his ankles, then moved to the other end of the short line up and did
the same to Joe's. We were next, having the buckles that connect the single
strap running between our legs to the multiple straps on our back released. Our
harnesses stayed in place, but the strap, now free, dangled between our legs.
Having finished that task, she produced six blindfolds and had us fit them in
place, inspecting them once we were ready. I was totally blind now, and becoming
anxious. I've never been scared of the dark, but this was different. For one
thing, I could now hear the rattle of chains, and almost jumped when something
was placed around first one of my ankles, then after spreading my legs, the
other. The chain must have been stretched to something because I quickly found
that I could move my foot neither forward or back, left or right. We were then
told to put our hands in front of us which I did at once. Padded manacles were
used to secure them together and then I think another chain was used to link all
our manacled hands to each other. Once that job was done, we were instructed to
lean forward over the rail. I waited for something to happen, then felt myself
being pulled further over the pole, like I was doing toe touching exercises. I
heard a grunt next to me and I assume that the same was being done to Judy, the
shortest one among us, whose feet would have almost left the floor to put her in
the same position as I was in. Even though I couldn't see, I could feel eyes on
my spread ass cheeks, looking up my pussy from the rear. Although it made me
blush with embarrassment, it turned me on immensely. The next noise I related to
was the sound of a rubber glove being snapped on, then I felt a trickle of oil
being dropped into the cleft of my ass. I heard a gasp a few seconds later come
from Steve. I found out why when my turn came. A gloved hand started massaging
my bottom then suddenly a finger was inserted up my ass. This was so unexpected
that I gasped as well. It had been months since I'd had anything up there and
I'd almost forgotten what it was like. After a few thrusts, the finger was
removed and the procedure was repeated on Judy. Although she made no noise
herself, I was now listening to the squelch of oily gloves. When my turn came
again, two fingers were inserted, then three. A female voice commented to
someone else that I had a big asshole. I felt insulted until the person in the
background, a male, replied that it was close to perfect as far as he was
concerned. The hand once more withdrew, moving towards Steve. A few seconds
later there was a gasp, followed closely by a groan. The same female voice
commented that they had a virgin on their hands. It took me a second to click on
to what she meant. After what seemed like an hour of these ministrations,
probably closer to 20 minutes, I felt something rubber being pressed against my
asshole. Without question, I helped it slip in. It was about four inches long,
its whole length buried in me. I thought the person would either leave it in or
take it out and move on. Instead, it turned out that only half of it was in
place. Soon the other half was pushing its way between my pussy lips. When
they'd inserted the whole thing, it must have been about seven inches long, I
felt my bottom being toweled off and the strap being replaced. I waited quietly,
flexing my muscles to discern the nature of the object inside me. It didn't take
too long to decide that I'd had a dildo and butt plug combo installed.
Eventually all the noises stopped. I started to think they'd left us like this
and gone out. Then a male voice, different than the other one, spoke. "I don't
go for the hairy ones, but the females have lovely white cheeks. Could do with
some color though, don't you think?" "Seems like a good idea to me," Replied yet
another male voice. "Should we get Cindy in to color them, or should I do it
myself?" the female asked. "I think she would just want to see the finished
article," responded the first voice. "I disagree," said a different woman. "I
think that the coloring's the best part! I'd lost count of just how many there
were in the room, dispassionately discussing our bottoms as if we weren't even
there. I was feeling more humiliated yet turned on than ever. "Give her a call,
Jackie. See what she wants to do." I listened to the Jackie voice asking
Mistress Cindy and then heard Mistress Cindy reply that she was busy watching
Pudding have some sport with a group of men so she couldn't come over. "Use the
widest one. That'll color those lovely asses in no time." They didn't even warn
us. A strap came down, making a loud `clack' as it landed, then in rapid
succession more until the fourth landed on my rear end. I screamed in pain and
was rewarded with another, just as hard. I clamped my mouth shut, tears
beginning to form in the corners of my eyes. The same as the day before, by the
time the fourth stroke landed I was anticipating it and lifting myself to greet
the blow. I could feel my groin saturated with my juices and was glad the dildo
was being held in for me by the strap of my harness. Judy was quietly sobbing
next to me, but she didn't once beg for them to stop. I ended up counting the
time by my orgasms, not one of which was derived from any clit stimulation
whatsoever. I had five altogether before they released us so that we could once
again stand up. My bottom was absolutely burning but at the same time if my back
hadn't been so sore from being bent over so long, I would have asked them to do
it over again. We still had our blindfolds on, but as soon as all the chains had
been removed, we were allowed to take them off as well. When my eyes adjusted to
the light, I glanced around. The room was empty, save the Mistress who'd brought
us there. I looked at Judy, then at her legs. They were as sticky as mine. Judy
threw herself into my arms and gave me a huge hug, crying all the time. "I wish
I could work out whether I love this or hate it! It hurts so much it makes me
cry, but I had four orgasms at the same time." She said, smiling through her
tears. I looked at Joe and Steve. Both had erections, their shorts now back in
place covering them. Joe had a glob of cum on his leg which he noticed as I
studied it. "Part one of their game," he apologized, explaining himself. "Did
they leave a dildo in you too," Judy whispered in my ear. I grinned at her. I'd
completely forgotten about it. We followed the Mistress out of the room, us
girls still leashed at the neck. As we walked, I noticed that Steve was walking
strangely, then I noticed that the PVC wasn't sticking into his ass as much as
previously. He had a butt plug in too! By the time we reached the front door of
the house I was feeling guilty, despite our group's earlier chat. I'd caught
myself admiring Sharon's bright red butt as I'd followed her. There was no one
around outside so we were told to find a quiet spot and amuse ourselves for an
hour or so before dinner. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, so I took the
lead, forcing my group to follow. I led them into a corner of the yard before
being stopped short by Sharon. "I need to relieve myself," she declared. "if I
don't pee soon, it'll be running down my leg." "I know what you mean," agreed
Steve. I thought about it and realized that I could do with a leak too. "We'd
better get a Master to disconnect us," I said. Sharon and Judy laughed. "They
won't do that just so we can pee," said Karen. "We just have to do it together.
It's not as if the men haven't seen us naked, after all." "Here will be fine,
continued Sharon, squatting down right where she was and letting go a stream at
the same time. Steve wriggled his cock out of his shorts and a few seconds later
started flowing too. I felt like the odd one out, being shy about peeing in
front of the others, so I squatted down and was soon releasing my piss in a loud
stream between my legs. I found that if I wasn't careful, I'd lose the dildo so
I had to alternate between peeing and clenching my muscles, which aroused me
once more. As soon as Steve had his tool back in his shorts, I was off again,
the dildo well felt between my legs as I moved. When I found just the right
spot, I lay down on my stomach, forcing Judy and Sharon down too. As soon as
Sharon had settled herself, I crawled over to her and started blowing softly on
her exposed butt cheeks. Sharon sighed with pleasure, so I lightly touched my
lips to her soft backside. Soon I was licking and kissing her bottom as if my
life depended on it. Steve obviously thought it a good idea too and was soon out
of his shorts and lying with his butt in front of Sharon. At the same time, I
felt Judy mimicking my treatment of Sharon with my bottom. It felt absolutely
wonderful. I took a second to look over my shoulder past Judy and saw that Karen
was doing her and Joe was just getting in position to do her. I started licking
around the butt plug in Sharon's ass then spread her legs wider so that I could
get around the dildo sticking into her cunt. I wasn't about to remove it, but I
still wanted to taste her womanhood. I ended up easing her over onto her back so
I could get at her moist lips properly. She didn't mind, as it gave her a chance
to give Steve some head. My tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, because
after a while it moved up to her belly button, then her nipples. I saw the clamp
dangling off to one side and the temptation became to strong to resist. I took
one clamp and fitted over her stiff nipple. I gently eased the pressure off my
thumb, letting the padded plates take a firm grip on her nipple. After doing the
same with the other clamp, I licked around her nipples and breasts as much as I
could. My nipples were way past ready for some attention of their own, so I
moved higher on Sharon, but stopped as my groin came into contact with her furry
mange. Her lips were moist as were mine, still being worked on by Judy. The
sensation of Judy's tongue on me one second then on Sharon the next was almost
overpowering. I ground my mount against Sharon's, crying out as I came. I rolled
off Sharon, for the moment exhausted. Seeing what I'd done to Sharon's nipples,
Judy climbed over me and attached clamps to my perky little ones, still hard
from my arousal. At first they stung and I was tempted to swipe them off, but
eventually the actual pain went away, to be replaced by a warmth that radiated
from my tits. When Judy started gently tugging on the clips, I almost passed out
with pleasure, cumming again almost instantly. When I became coherent again, I
was helped to my knees by Sharon, Karen and Judy and presented with two cocks.
Steve and Joe stood next to each other, both waving erections in my face. Unable
to decide on which cock to attack first, I let Sharon lead the way. I now
believe four mouths working on two cocks is just as good as one mouth on one
cock, maybe better, `cause those girls had tongue's long enough to touch my
tonsils. No wonder men love kissing women so much. Their lips are so soft and
their tongues know exactly what to do, or at least these girls tongues did. When
Steve and Joe shot their loads, they managed to give each of us a mouthful as
well as covering our faces and giving us something to lick off each other. I was
even able to tell that I was licking Steve's cum off Sharon's face and Joe's off
Karen's, their flavors being unique and individual. Eventually we made our way
back to the front lawn, to find everyone assembling for the evening meal. I was
starving so was understandably upset when the Mistress from earlier came over to
us and told us we would not be having dinner with the others tonight. It was
nothing more than fear of punishment that kept my mouth closed to protest. We
were led into the house along with another group and told to wait outside a
closed door. After waiting patiently for about five minutes, not even daring to
speak to one another just in case we were already in trouble, a call came for us
to enter. Inside, there was a lot of unknown people dressed as chefs, people I
didn't even know existed. I was suddenly embarrassed by my nudity, around the
uniformed staff. I hadn't felt like this since I first stripped off my own
clothes, soon after my arrival. I could do nothing to hide myself and had to put
up with the occasional leers of the male staff when they looked my way.
Fortunately we didn't have to put up with this degradation for too long. We were
soon led through another door by an older man in an old fashioned chefs hat with
the bulb on top. "I've been instructed to give you these to wear. You will be
serving tonight." He gestured towards neat stacks of uniforms. Gratefully we all
rushed over to grab one each while the chef left us for a while. The others must
have felt much the same as I. Since I wasn't sure whether to take the harness
off before putting the uniform on, we quickly discussed it and decided to wear
the uniforms over our original costumes. The men's uniforms consisted of black
silk trousers, very tight in the butt, a white collar and cuffs and black socks
and shoes. Our uniforms were the standard maid's outfit, including black
stockings, suspenders, a skirt that just covered our bottoms, except when we
bent over, and an apron that was just high enough to cover our nipples and long
enough to cover the front of our skirts. The apron was almost see through but
not quite. We had little hats to wear and five inch heels on our feet. I felt
incredibly tall with the shoes on! When the chef came back, he was carrying
trays which he handed out with instructions about what should be put on each. My
tray just had napkins on it, while the five men had drinks trays. Sharon had
spoons on hers and the other girls all had small portions of food. We were
instructed to wait next to a nearby door until a bell was rung, then open the
door and serve the guests. When the bell was finally rung, we took a collective
deep breath and entered. At the table in the next room sat two Masters, two
Mistresses and two others that I'd seen only once before, when we first arrived.
I was supposed to lead the way for the others, but I tripped on a rug, nearly
dropping my napkins. Bending over to retrieve a single dropped one, I was aware
of my pantyless ass on full view. It wasn't until I stood up again that I
remembered the dildo still inside me. With what remained of my dignity, I
started off toward the table again, taking special care with each step. I was
just placing the last napkin when I noticed a movement between the chair legs.
Pudding was down there, naked, her hands and feet tied, with her head clamped
between the legs of one of the mistresses. Looking down the table I noticed
flies open and skirts pulled up. Pudding had made her way almost all the way
down the table, working on every lap she came to. Boy her jaw must have had a
good workout. I laid the napkin down then stood next to the far wall as I'd been
instructed. The others did their jobs then joined me. "I think we'll have some
entertainment while we wait," said the other Mistress. "What will it be folks,
man on man, woman on woman, man on woman, take your pick." "What about man
alternating between woman's cunt and ass?" someone suggested. "I know, I'd like
to see a woman on all fours, another woman on her back, face up, taking in her
cunt. The one she'd lying on can take it in her ass." "Get the woman who's
taking it up her ass to give someone head at the same time. Wait, get the other
one to give a guy straddling her head as well. A visual work of art. What do you
think?" They weren't asking us, they were talking as if we weren't there. That
was twice today I'd been treated like an animal who couldn't understand. I
didn't say anything though in case I wasn't picked. A woman from the other group
was picked as the `table' and Karen was told to remove her plugs and disrobe
before laying on this woman's back with her legs raised and spread. She did as
she was told. An extremely well hung guy from the other group was to do the
double deed and Steve was to get the blowjob from the `table'. Joe was chosen to
get blown by Karen. Everyone got into their positions but did not begin. They
were waiting for the instruction from one of the masters. "There's still
something missing. Our human sculpture is missing something... Yes a tail.
There's no tail! Quickly you girl," he said, pointing to me. Get under the first
girl. You can pleasure her as well as the boy with the big rod." I did as I was
told, slowly withdrawing the plugs once I was in position. I felt super horny
and strangely grateful to be included. "Now all we need is... " Another girl was
chosen to lick me out as well. "Now, begin," one of the mistresses instructed. I
took the well hung man in my mouth to get him warmed up, not that he needed
much. Soon we were all fucking and sucking away at each other like a well oiled
machine. I licked the juices off the stud who was fucking Karen, with no
hesitation even when he became coated in anal juices from the `table' above me.
A couple of times the `table' became unsteady as she shook with orgasm, but
overall we did well. The men all hung on with grim determination until
instructed to cum. There followed a huge clean up operation, with tongues in
every crevice open to clean out the cum. "I liked that girl on the bottom,"
someone said "I especially liked the way she cleaned the shit of that man's rod
before he re-inserted it into the other slut." For some reason I was glowing
with pride that they should talk about me like that. "I wonder if she really
likes the taste of shit?" I was stunned at the question. I had never thought
anyone could enjoy it, yet I'd done it without a second thought. Did the taste
really revolt me, or just the idea of eating shit at all? I honestly couldn't be
sure. After all, I had sucked his slimy cock, hadn't I? "Mark, why did some of
them have dildos stuck up them?" asked the woman stranger, moving the topic of
conversati
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