subm1975

I look at my phone and see a message from You. An image of Your divine curves and the hint of a coquetish smile are accompanied by a note.

"Night on the town with the girls, dick. Call John M. Meet at Slender's at midnight."

The message is clear that i shall once again be your chaufeur and "girl-friday" this evening and shall contact one of Your regular bulls to meet You at Slender's, a club in the city. I reply: Yes, Miss.

At 10 pm, i am standing by the front door. Dressed smartly in a black suit and white shirt and tie, looking the part of a gentleman, at least on the outside. A large inflatable buttplug is discomforting my bowels and my cage has been outfitted with spikes and a urethral plug for the occassion. Of course, i added these myself, as You can't be bothered with such trivial things.

i open the door for You as You walk past me, radiant in Your beauty. A short evening dress hugs Your exquisite figure showing off all Your temptations. You tell me about the ladies who will be joining You this evening.

There is Patty, a Domme who has a penchant for CBT, as i learned one weekend when I was "lent" to her after her regular sub had to be hospitalized due to severe injuries incurred during a play session.

Susan and Kathy are two work colleagues of Yours that know of my station and always find it amusing to giggle and make jokes about me, to say nothing of fondling my cage when they are inebriated.

Finally, a new lady would be accompanying us tonight. You don't give me many details but i had seen her name, Melissa, several times while cleaning out the spam from Your email account. You had begun corresponding with her about two weeks ago. Of course, i am not allowed to read Your private messages, but the headlines made it clear that she was quite infatuated with You.

As we pull up to one of Your favorite bar, Patty is already waiting in the parking lot, leaning on her car, smoking a cigarette. You greet each other with a kiss on the cheek and get caught up. As she finishes her cigarette, she clicks open the trunk of her vehicle revealing her sub, whose name i never did learn, despite spending long hours 69'ing him once for Your amusement. He is gagged and judging by the writhing motions of his stomach muscles is being periodically shocked by an electrically wired anal plug. She pulls the ball gag out, crushes her cigarette on his tongue, before throwing the stub into his mouth and gagging him again, as he attempts to mutter a "thank you".

With a slam, the trunk is shut again and we enter the bar.

Susan and Kathy are already sipping large fruity drinks at the bar when we arrive. They greet You and Patty in a lively fashion before swarming me. They seductively caress my chest, rub their hands through my hair and whisper sensual suggestions into my ear in the hopes of causing me arousal. It works and i try desperately to not whince in pain as the spikes jab into my caged member.

You look at my struggling face and say: "Don't fight it, dick. Let the girls enjoy themselves. Show them what your pain looks like." I give up fighting and let the pain contort my face, provoking an immediate delight from the ladies.

A table in a corner is waiting for us and i assist each one with their seats. Sitting is not permitted for me this evening as i stand a few feet away, awaiting further orders. You request drinks for Yourself and Patty. I make my way to the bar bumping into a young lady. She has a light goth vibe about her, with a chip on her shoulder. She stares at me, with a disdain that seems both a bit forced and simultaneously directed at me. She cannot be more than 21. Long black dyed hair, and what must pass for "used-new" clothing amongst "angry white girls." I pay her no more mind, as i have a specific task to fulfill.

Upon returning with the drinks, I find that the girl has joined You and your friends. She must be Melissa. I serve You and Patty Your drinks and am introduced to Melissa. "Melissa, meet dick." She acknowledges me with a disdainful snear, before returning to You. Her gaze immediately shifts though to one of admiration and longing. I recognize that gaze well. You have begun to mesmerize this Young woman. She is falling under Your spell.

The next two hours progress as per usual, with Susan and Kathy flirting on a variety of men, and occassionally making me the but of a myriad of jokes. At one point, Kathy grabs me by the testicles, joking about how small mice could use them for boxing practice, to which Patty responds with a dry, almost devilishly whimsical "or as chew toys... " The wink she gives me makes it clear that this is not just a fanciful joke, but clearly a gestating idea for the future.

During all of this, You continually shift Your attention between Melissa and Your friends. A light caress of her thigh is quickly replaced by a few minutes of discussion with Patty. A compliment of her look transitions seemlessly into office gossip with Susan.

Melissa is in a constant state of turmoil. Confusion, frustration and desire alternating on her face from minute to minute.

Shortly before midnight, You suggest moving the festivities to Slender's. I order us a cab and we arrive minutes later at the club. During the ride, You are sandwiched between Meliss and me. After a brief pat on her butt while entering the vehicle and insisting she shit next to You, You ignore her almost completely during the ride and instead begin to caress my leg quite visibly and compliment my posture and attentiveness. While not sure of Your motives, i gladly accept any and all attention You may pay me and barely notice Melissa's glare in my direction.

Inside the club, You again turns to Melissa and as the other ladies enter, i of course always walk behind all of You, You embrace the young girl and give her a deep kiss. Your tongue penetrating her mouth, more like a force of nature than one of affection. She is taken back by this and is visibly surprised. You turn to the door and simply say: "Follow."

As we walk through the establishment, i quickly recognize John, a massive body builder type. He pats me on the shoulder, almost as if we are old friends (I did after all spend more than a few nights rimming him and providing a refuge for his still hard cock after You decided Your own glorious ass had had enough). You greet him with great joy, kissing him passionately on the lips. Melissa is again confused and near shock, the emotional rollercoaster that is the evening seeming to never end.

You introduce John to her, and he is very polite. The other ladies are already mingling in the club, while You ask me to get John, Melissa and You some drinks.

Upon my return You are in a dark corner of the club, John watches as Your hand has disappeared down Melissa's pants and she quietly moans. You take the shot intended for Melissa from me and order her to open up wide. You make her drink it in one swallow as she gasps from some hidden, harsh, yet exciting touch.

The shot intended for You disappears down the young girls throat just like the first. John raises his drink in a mocking salute to Your skills as the girl seems exhausted and dazed.

"dick. Order us a cab out of here. We are going home." You say, without looking away from the girl.

The ride home becomes a display of passion as John and You lustfully make out. Melissa sits uncomfortably close to me, only moving her gaze away from the show in front of us to give me derisive looks.

At home, the spectacle continues, with You leading John to Your couch. You pull down his pants and begin to perform felatio on him. Melissa is near tears at this point. You turn to her, tell her to

I pour the seltzer into the tumbler. I can hear the low moaning from the kitchen. This is the third round of drinks I was bringing to you and your guests.
I carefully pick up the tray with the drinks, its metal rim briefly clanging against my cage. As per usual, I am naked but for my chastity device, and a frilly apron.
I return to the living room. The TV is showing Wild Orchid, one of your favorite films. You sit on our couch, your right leg draped over Tom's lap, his fingers massaging your sex roughly while you passionately kiss George who is to your left.
Your moans mix with those on screen. I know the movie well. You made me watch it the first time you brought over another man. I was bound in our bedroom closet, a laptop and a single ear piece with the film set to infinite replays. I could hear both the sounds of the film and your love making simultaneously in a lustful dissonance.
Now, as I set the drinks down on the coffee table, you spare a brief glance at me. You register my discomfort, my clear sense of inadequacy, and of course, my longing for your caress. Your lips curl up into an evil smile that is quickly replaced by an astonished, and aroused moan, as George begins to twist your left nipple. You stare at him and begin to, once again, passionately kiss him.
Your third guest, your best friend, Peggy sits in the corner watching the spectacle. I hand her a gin and tonic.
Peggy has been a frequent guest in our home. She has no interest in men and even less in vanilla sexual activities. Over the years, she has made a few passes at you that you have rebuked, often accompanied by a tease. One might say you've been stringing her along. I know better though.
Each moan from you, each thrust of a powerful cock inside of you, has added fuel to Peggy's internal fire. Tonight is no different. As she sips her latest drink, I can see the light twitch of frustration in her face. I tremble.
Tom finally makes his move. He nods at George, grabs you by your hips and turns you into a doggy style position on the couch, his massive member, firm and erect, poised to enter your pussy, as George brings your eager mouth down on his crotch. As you begin to be penetrated, Peggy slams her drink down, grabs my apron and leads me wordlessly to our playroom.
She slams the padded door behind us, delivers a swift kick to my stomach that brings me to my knees. She quickly picks several implements of pain from the walls, a large, studded wooden paddle, an old leather belt, and a small taser as I try to catch my breath.
Despite the sound proofing, we can hear moans overpowering the TV from the living room. Peggy begins with the belt. My back and legs begin to burn from the impact. I try not to cry out as I know that that will only make things worse.
Peggy readies the paddle and orders me to raise my ass. The sight of my shaved hole, always ready in case of need at such events, inspires her to grab a large dildo from the cabinet and forcefully shove it inside of me. I squirm as the last lube I squirted in my hole was at least an hour ago.
The paddling lasts longer than I can judge and forces me to break my silence. Peggy begins to pant, the frustration and rage have not completely subsided, despite her running out of breath. My thoughts are a jumble. I try to concentrate on the situation as the taser hits my balls. The pain is excruciating. I hear Peggy yell something about fairness through gritted teeth but it is unintelligible.
Spent, she turns me over and lowers her pussy onto my face. Having been through this ordeal before, I know that if I do not bring her to a swift orgasm, her sadism will get a second wind.
Luckily I am now versed in her likes and dislikes. My tongue quickly finds her clit and begins to frantically and almost violently lash out at the bud, like a drowning man in a stormy ocean grasping at an errant piece of drift wood.
I feel her spasm, orgasm and ultimately relieve her bladder, a dark, musty scent, into my mouth. Wordlessly, she leaves the room.
It takes me a minute to recover, my muscles soar, my skin bruised, my testicles numb.
I walk to the bathroom, the sounds of your love making loud and passionate still. It must be your second or third round of orgasms.
I grab a rag and towel to clean up Peggy's mess As I look up and see my weary face in the mirror, George is behind me. He smiles.
George is a very bisexual man. You originally befriended him with the clear understanding that I was always to be available to him.
He places his hand on my neck and pushes my head down into the sink before realizing that I still had the massive dildo in my ass.
He smirks, pulls the rubber toy out with a suction pop, depositing it unceremoniously in the bathtub behind him, and immediately begins fucking my ass.
His cock is still slick from your juices, a scent that makes my caged cock begin to quiver, even as my prostate begins to be massaged.
George must have already climaxed at least twice as it takes him a long time to get close again. The burning in my rectum grows unbearable but I bite my lip . You hate it when your guests are unhappy with my services.
He finally cums inside of me. His body quivering against mine. He pulls me around and gives me a deep, dominating kiss. He winks at me, calls me a good little faggot before ordering me to clean his cock off in the shower so that he can return to you.
I quickly begin to wash him off, kneeling before him. Once he is again clean, he shoves his member in my mouth, unloads a load of urine that almost makes me gag before walking out of the bathroom.
I return to the living room, Peggy is masturbating on her chair to the site of you being fucked by Tom on the couch, your legs up, over your head George is sipping a drink while standing by the couch. I walk in, bruises beginning to form on my back, bum, and legs.
The party begins to wind down. Peggy falls asleep in the guest bedroom, you and Tom take our bedroom, while George decides that he will sleep on the couch, while I slowly suckle on his cock.
Once all are asleep, I quietly try to clean up the drinks to make sure they don't smell the place up over night.
It is well past 2 am when I finally curl up in the broom closet, my makeshift sleeping quarters when you have not given me express permission to sleep in our room.