We arrive at the club and Milord buys me a drink, for which I am grateful. This soothes me, helps to settle my jitters. Milord chats a bit with people, but I say nothing. If I speak, I will be punished right here, right now. I’ve made this mistake in the past and have no wish to repeat it. He would, without hesitation, bend me over over a bar stool, flip up my skirt and spank me. He would then leave me like that – red assed and displayed for the next hour. Once he even invited others to spank me when his own hand grew sore.
He takes my hand and leads me into the back room. The lights are dim, but I can see vague shapes of men all around. I quickly count and I think there might be ten of them in here. Milord then ties a blindfold over my eyes, taking away my vision as well as my voice. I’ve asked for this because I don’t want to see who uses me. I might know the man and then I would feel awkward later. Milord, gentleman that he is, has obliged me this favor even though he prefers to see my eyes. He removes my dress. Immediately, I feel hands on my nipples, pinching them. I flinch, but stand still. I am no longer a person in my own right, but Milord’s plaything, one that tonight, he wishes to share. If I pull away, cry out, speak out, I will suddenly become a person again and neither of us wants this. I need this night as much as he enjoys it. I lose myself inside of my mind. I don’t feel or hear Milord, yet I know he is here, watching over me. All of the men touch me, pinch me, kiss me, bite me. They must wear a condom, but they are allowed, also to fuck me. I must suck on whomever slides his dick into my mouth. The men may not come inside of me – my mouth or pussy – even with a condom on, but they may come on me. Milord has assured me that each and every one of them has been tested. He would never put me in danger. I now have a cock in my mouth and another in my pussy. It’s not nearly as big as Milord’s but with the plug it, I still feel full. It pulls out of me and I feel a hot spray across my back, my ass. Another dick fills the spot where the first one once was. The cock in my mouth disappears and I am sprayed again, this time across my breasts. I am picked up and placed on my back on a bed with satin sheets. My legs are spread wide. I’m filled again, sprayed again. I’m unaware of the passing of time and have long since lost count of the number of men who have used me for their pleasure. I hear his voice, finally, saying that it’s been a lovely evening. He holds my hand, helps me to stand, and slips my dress over my head. He leads me from the room and removes the blindfold.
Once we are home he leads me to the bathroom where he will remove the plug. His come seeps out of me and I mourn its loss. If I have pleased him, he will allow me to shower as i choose. If I have displeased him, or if he simply wants it, I must shower with cold water only. Tonight, I am allowed a lovely warm shower. As the dried cum is washed away, so is my humiliation. I feel liberated, free to please Milord, free from restrictions. I feel this way after I leave the confessional as well. I am clean. Now, Milord will make love to me. Tonight, he uses my very tender pussy. Some nights it’s my ass again, others my mouth. The choice is his. I‘m sore in every opening by now, but his cock is a balm to my soul. I haven’t come since he used me earlier. Now, I can’t stop coming. I bite my lip, trying not to scream his name. I’m still on voice restriction. I feel is cock grow then he’s the one gasping, filling my pussy with his deliciousness. When he finishes, I turn, open my mouth and clean his perfect cock. I taste his sweetness and orgasm again. I’ve had his cum in all of my holes tonight and I’m beyond grateful. When I finish, he kisses me, holds me, tells me how much he loves me, how proud he is of me. He touches my seeping pussy and I come. He laughs, which pleases me greatly. He holds me close and I lay my head on his hard chest. As I close my eyes, I smile, kiss his chest one last time. He grants me permission to speak and I whisper, “I love you.”