When I woke the next day, it took me some time to remember where I was. I turned around and there he was, Tom, or Master Tom, as I was supposed to call him. He was still asleep, lying on his side, and looking every bit as attractive as I had remembered him. I had hardly seen him the night before, having been blindfolded at first and then, when I was allowed to see again, too tired to properly feel the joy and relief of having him there.

I felt an urgent need for a toilet, got out of the bed, and began looking for a bathroom. I was lucky, the door on one side led right into the bathroom I had been in last night. I went in, closed the door, and relieved myself. My pussy and my ass felt sore, but when I fingered myself there, the waves of pleasure I had felt through them sprang to mind and I smiled.

I looked at myself in the mirror, examining the marks on my wrists and ankles, and on my breasts. I turned and looked at my backside. It shone in red and blue, and I could discern the imprints of fingers, hands, the whip, and the belt. I turned back and looked at myself again. I didn’t really recognize the person I had been up until last night. Now, I liked what I saw.

I decided to take a shower. The hot water burned my skin, but it felt good. All of a sudden, the bathroom door opened.

“Who said you were allowed to take showers when you wanted?” Tom scolded.

He pushed the curtain aside and I could tell he was really angry. But besides angry, he was also aroused, and I allowed myself a good look at his beautiful cock before meeting his gaze.

“Answer!” he said. “Why do you think you can do what you want here?”

“I really wanted a shower,” was all I could think to say. Who would have thought taking a shower would be such a problem?

“You are not to decide. You want something, you ask us. Or you wait until we tell you what to do. Have I made myself clear?”

I resisted his gaze but ended up having to lower my eyes. I was more under his power than I thought.

“Okay,” I said.

“Say that again?”

“Okay,” I said, louder this time. I couldn’t help but look at his cock. He stepped into the shower and raised my chin until our eyes met.

“You are expected to say, ‘Yes Master,’ in this sort of situation. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Yes, Master,” I reluctantly said.

“Good girl,” he said, and then, without warning, he pushed me against the wall, lifted me, and pushed his cock between my legs. I hadn’t expected this, but opened up, wanting him in me, to feel him, to be with him.

The water poured down as he fucked me hard and fast. It didn’t take long before I felt him come. I held him tight with my legs wrapped around his ass and enjoyed his pulsing cock, wishing it wouldn’t stop. He raised his head and looked at me.

“You,” he whispered, briefly caressing my lips before putting me down, leaving my pussy empty.

He stroked my wet hair. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“Why did you disappear like that then?” I asked.

He took some shower lotion from a bottle and lathered my breasts and arms. His touch was soft and warm and I enjoyed it.

“I might explain it to you some time. But I missed you, and I am pleased you are here.”

I leaned my head on his chest. It felt good to be close to him.

We stayed in the shower for a long time, washing each other and speaking little, but enjoying being together. Or at least I did. When were drying off, I asked him about clothes.

“No clothes for you today,” Tom said. “You must earn them first.”

“What?”

He looked amused. “You heard me.”

“I did, but I can’t spend the day naked.”

“You can and you will. You’ll get clothes when we can trust you’re obedient enough to take them off anytime we demand.”

“Are you completely out of your mind?” I blurted. Instantly, I knew he didn't like the question.

“You still don’t get this, do you?”

I was standing in front of the mirror, brushing my hair. He stepped behind me and pushed me against the lavatory while at the same time reaching down and opening a drawer in the chest on the side. I struggled but realised once again that it would be to no avail. His hand came up with thin rope and he grabbed my right wrist and pulled it behind my back. He tied the rope around it and pulled the ends up so my wrist was held high on my back. The loose ends he draped across my shoulders on either side of my neck, then proceeded to wrap each one around a breast. He cinched the loops tight. I protested, but he ignored me while still holding me in place with his body. He finished by tying the rope ends together behind my back. Then he released me and stepped back.

I continued to argue with him.

“Tom,” I said. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m just not used to this. Please take this off. I just said please... You know I hate it when you do this to my breasts. It hurts.”

He listened, unmoved, and opened another drawer, pulling out two breast clamps.

I wanted to cry. “No, Tom, please not clamps. You know they hurt. Something else, if you must, but please not those things.”

Tom ignored me and played with my nipples. They were already hard and pulsing from the feel of the rope, but he made them even harder and then attached the clamps. It hurt more than the other times, maybe because I was still sore from last night, or maybe because my breasts were tied so tightly. He smiled.

“Breakfast?” he said.

Confused and humiliated, I didn’t know how to respond. Tom put his arm around me and walked me out of the bathroom, up one floor, and into a large and bright room that held a kitchen and several sofas and chairs next to a bookshelf. Andrew was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

“Morning,” said Tom.

“Afternoon,” Andrew replied, before getting up and coming to meet me. Tom let go of me and went to the coffee machine.

“Hi, sweetie,” Andrew said.

“Hi,” I mumbled.

“I see you’ve been naughty again,” he said, kissing my cheek.

At a loss for words, I looked down. He brushed my hair aside and touched the rope that held my arm and my breasts, then made me turn around and touched the bruises that were all over my back and ass. He whistled through his teeth, then pushed me towards one of the sofas. I had hardly realised what he intended when he bent me over the back of a sofa and spread my ass cheeks. I sensed him pull down his pants. He pushed into my pussy from behind.

“More coffee?” Tom said from across the room.

“Yes,” said Andrew as he fucked me.

I tried to use my free arm to push my upper body off the back of the sofa in order to keep my clamped nipples from being crushed by my own weight. Was this kind of casual fuck to be my new routine? He came deep inside me, almost in the middle of a sentence talking about sugar and milk for his coffee. He pulled out after filling my pussy with cum. It all had been very quick, and, dare I admit it, incredibly hot. Still, with my face pushed down into the upholstery, I was mad at him for using me that way and even madder at myself for liking it.

He pulled me up and pointed to a chair at the kitchen table. I dropped into it, and Tom came over with bread, coffee, and milk. The table was set out with jam, meat, honey, everything you might like for breakfast. Looking around, I felt terribly lost.

My breasts hurt and the constant pulsing sensation from my nipples reminded me of what was still ahead. The worst thing about clamps isn’t when they’re on, it’s when they’re taken off. Tom asked me about sugar in my coffee, I shook my head and all of a sudden, tears spilled from my eyes.

Tom reacted immediately. “What is it, sweetie?”

Trying not to cry aloud, I pointed to my poor, sore nipples.

“They hurt?”

I nodded.

“Well,” Andrew said. “You are very sensitive there. I could see that last night.”

“Please,” I said.

“You don’t know how to deal with pain,” said Tom. “You are able to take a lot when you’re being manhandled, but you don’t know how to deal with it on your own.”

I shrugged.

“You don’t want to eat?”

No. I shook my head.

“She needs a hand here,” Andrew said, poking out his tongue.

“Okay, then,” said Tom, getting up from the table and motioning me to follow him to the sofa.

He sat in a corner of the sofa and pulled me between his legs, spreading my thighs and bending me forward. He untied the rope from my wrist, but not from my breasts. He held the rope ends tight like reins and pulled me back into him. Andrew came over and knelt between my legs. I was still wet with his cum, but that didn’t stop him from licking my clit while he slowly fingered my pussy.

“You need to obey here, okay?” said Tom. “It’s your chance to learn something. Have I got you?”

I nodded, unable to utter a sound.

He continued. “Pain and pleasure are really close, or even the same thing. You need to stop dreading pain and focusing on it. You need to stop closing your mind when you feel it. Stop going no, no, no like a kid. Lean into it like the woman you are. Relax”

I heard his voice; it felt hypnotic.

“Now, I want you to breathe properly. Stop cutting off your own breath because you’re scared.”

He slowly, very slowly, untied the rope around my breasts. The blood circulated freely again, enhancing the pulsing and pressing sensation on my nipples.

“You focus on what Andrew does,” Tom said. “It’s waves. On your pussy, on your tits, the same thing. Feel it down there, feel it up here.”

His hand showed me what he meant, drawing the waves over my belly the way he explained it.

I did what I was told, following his voice like a child. Focusing on Andrew’s tongue massaging my clit in the most delicious way while his fingers were in my pussy. He was slowly moving his fingers into my ass at the same time, finding his own, very slow pace to finger fuck me in both holes while sucked on my clit. It was delicious, soft, incredibly good, but at the same time, Tom had freed my breasts and now amused himself by playing with the clamps. I was torn between the two sensations, but somehow, my panic of the pain had eased and I experienced it differently.

“Breathe, enjoy,” he whispered into my ear.

I realised I was moaning and thrashing around. It was too much for my mind to handle. They both used one hand to keep me from moving, then Andrew lifted my leg over his shoulder. He started to rub my exposed ass cheek while keeping the fingers of his other hand buried in my pussy and ass. Tom was still rubbing my breasts with one hand and using his other arm to hold me down.

“Now it's up to you,” Tom said. “When you’re ready, you pull the clamps off.”

I thought I hadn’t understood him, but he repeated the order. He wanted me to do this to myself and I had no choice. A brief surge of panic rose within me, but I overcame it. The longer it lasted, the more unbearable the tension within me became. I felt another huge orgasm wave building, a sensation I hadn’t known to this extent until last night. I stopped thinking and raised my hands to my tits, meeting Tom’s hand there. Andrew was giving me his best, and when I felt the wave about to break, I ripped off the nipple clamps.

It took a couple of seconds to hit me, but then it felt like being pulled into a tsunami. All the different feelings and sensations became as one, through the searing pain in my tits and the searing pleasure within me and I moaned and struggled while their hands continued to hold me down. Andrew gave me several hard slaps on my ass cheeks and then pushed his fingers even harder and deeper into me. The orgasm that washed over me was so strong I lost every bit of self-control and screamed again, like the night before. And like the night before, I knew sex was never going to be the same again. It took a long time to open my eyes to a world that was still spinning around me.

Tom held me tight and massaged my breasts, but now I didn’t mind the stinging. Andrew was still sitting on the floor, caressing my legs with one hand while clearing some of what must have been my juices off his face with the other.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Oh, don’t be,” Andrew said. “You taste lovely. Here, you have a taste.”

He brought his hand to my mouth, which I closed. Not my own juices! Never!

“Open up,” Andrew warned, nodding towards the clamps. “Or these go back on and off and without my help this time.”

I reluctantly obeyed, and he fed me his wet fingers .

“And don’t even think of biting,” he added.

I hadn’t, but as he pushed his fingers deep, I couldn’t resist lightly pressing my teeth into his skin. He smiled as he again twirled his fingers in my pussy to catch some more juice.

“You can’t resist, can you, little brat?” he asked.

I almost smiled. Indeed, I couldn’t resist. I liked the way I tasted with his cum.
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After we had breakfast, Tom informed me that he and Andrew had to go out and would leave me here alone. They took me to yet another large and lovely room. There were many bookshelves and a TV. Tom brought a bottle of water and a glass and told me he would lock me in and not get any stupid ideas. It was difficult to accept being rendered so powerless, but I did. As soon as they had left, I checked the lock, but it wasn’t possible to open. The windows could be opened, but as we were on the second floor, I wasn’t going to take any risk. Therefore, I tried to relax and soon ended up on the large sofa, wrapped in one of the covers and with a crime story that sent me to sleep.

I woke up when the door was unlocked. David, Andrew, and Tom came in. They seemed excited and bemused, and told me I had to get ready, but not for what. I was taken into the bathroom, the same as the night before, and there the guys got into a discussion on what to do with my hair, which I found rather funny. While this was going on, I just stood there, refreshed by my nap and wondering what was to come, and trying to come to terms with the fact that I was a mere object in their discussion. Every now and then, one of them would touch my breasts or my ass, as if to check they were theirs indeed and to remind me that they could.

“Okay, it’s my decision in the end,” said Tom. “I don’t want to collar her tonight, and I want to use her hair to direct her when needed. Can you make one single braid, but really tight so it will be okay to lead her with it?”

“Of course, I can,” said Andrew. “But I really like her hair down like this. When I braid it, she’ll look like a little girl.”

He had me sit down and brushed my hair before braiding it into one long and tight braid as Tom had requested. Tom left the room with David, and I found myself alone with Andrew.

“Why does Tom get to decide?” I ended up asking. I had a lot of questions but hardly dared to ask.

“Because he is your main master,” Andrew said. “You are his. We can only use you as far as he allows it.”

“Have you got - somebody?” I asked. I didn’t know which term to use. He had finished braiding my hair by then and turned me around me to face him.

“No, I don’t. I prefer having all the fun without the responsibility.” He smiled at me. “You look more relaxed, you’re holding yourself straighter, and you don’t seem to want to hide as badly as last night.”

“Haven’t got much of a choice, have I,” I replied, untruthfully. We both knew I had a choice every second of the day. But I knew he was right. Having been naked all this time had made some of the shame vanish. He looked at my breasts. I looked at his cock, hidden in his pants.

“You’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, sweetheart,” he said. “Wish I could see it.”

“You aren’t staying?”

“No,” he sighed. “I have to go to work. But I wish I could.”

“Where do you work? Are we going somewhere?”

“Yes, you are. You’ll find out where soon enough. And I work in theatre. I am your hair and make-up guy. Same as here, essentially, but without the sex.” He smiled again.

I wanted to talk to him more, learn more about him. So far, there had been more sex than talking, and, somehow, I felt more comfortable knowing at least something about him. The door opened and Tom and David walked in.

“Voilà,” said Tom. “She looks great.”

I looked at my reflection. My face looked very small with my hair drawn back. Andrew answered my unasked question.

“No make-up tonight. You’re going to be blindfolded all the way through, so there’s no point.”

David helped me into a light summer coat that he buttoned and then pointed to a pair of stilettos he had dropped on the floor. I slipped them on and looked again into the mirror. I was covered now, just a grey mouse in a black coat. I had hated being exposed and naked, had hated it when they forced me to remain naked, but now I felt lost in this coat. It covered everything, including the marks on my body that I liked looking at and made me feel special.

“It’s not going to stay on,” said David. Had he read my thoughts or was he teasing me?

Tom stepped up and blindfolded me. It was of thick material, yet not heavy, and he wound it twice around my eyes before tying the ends into a tight knot at the back of my head.

“This way, milady,” he said, as he put his arm around me and led me out of that bathroom. I had no idea where we were going. We ended up in the garage, where Tom and I sat in the back seat of a car and David drove. I felt tense and nervous. The fact that Tom held my hand helped a little, but not much. Nobody spoke.

The drive wasn’t long. I was led out of the car and into a building, and there into what I presumed was a small room, where my coat was taken off. They then proceeded to tie my arms tightly behind my back, starting at my elbows and leading to knots at my wrists.

“It looks nice,” said Tom. “As if her braid continued down to her hands.”

“I like this type of knot,” said David. “You’ll have to show me again how you do it.” They laughed as if it was an inside joke.

“Okay, sweetheart, listen,” Tom said. “We are going to go in now. Here are the rules, and you had better follow them, unless you want to see me really mad and punish you. I mean it. The blindfold stays on. You don’t try pulling it off even if you get the chance, and if somebody else does, you must call me or David. Got that?”

I nodded.

“Next, don’t be a brat. It’s okay with me. It’s okay back at our place. But I don’t want you to put me to shame here. You won’t get much of a chance, but I want you to be good, a good submissive girl. Okay? Again, I don’t want to have to punish you, but I will if you act up. Got that?”

I nodded.

“Either David or I will be right next to you all the time. If anything is up, or if it gets too much, or if anything doesn’t feel right, you use your safe word. It’s okay to use it, and I won’t ever punish you for using it. Got that as well?”

I nodded.

“Last, I want you to enjoy yourself as much as possible. I want you worn out by the orgasms you’ll have. I want you to lose all of your self-control and ideas about shame and whatever else. I want you to be honest with yourself. You hardly dare admit how much you enjoy all of this, but you do. You love being tied up and you love being fucked and spanked and you love the pain. This is what you are, and you must finally admit it. Remember this morning? The orgasm you had? You did that, and you can feel it again. So, now were going in and you’re going to enjoy it. Got that?”

I nodded, blushing crimson. I knew he was right.

And so they led me out of the room. Tom grabbed my braid close to my scalp and directed me straight ahead. I heard a noise, and then a door opened.

I was struck by the aura of sex the second we stepped into this other room. It smelled of sex, sounded of sex. I heard moaning and the sound of spanking. I smelled cum and sweat and aroused bodies. There were clearly a lot of people about, but where were we?

“Well, look what we’ve got here,” someone exclaimed. “I heard you were taking in a new one, but I didn’t expect you to give her up so soon.”

“Not giving her up, man,” Tom said. “Merely expanding her horizons.”

“And by horizon, you mean her holes, right?” said the man.

“We just might,” said David.

The man seemed to find this funny and laughed. “Let me look at her.”

Tom’s hand in my hair nudged me to turn around slowly. I obeyed, keeping his words and warnings in mind. His grip was very firm and didn’t give me much of a choice, anyway.

“You put some colour on her, from what I see,” the nameless man said.

Tom laughed. “We had a bit of fun, yes. And she deserved it.”

“Well, I better hope she did. Did you, little one?”

I didn’t know how I was supposed to respond. My face grew hot, and I nodded.

“A cute and shy one,” the man said.

“They make for the best,” Tom said. “Quiet and reserved, and full of surprises when you go for it. She’s amazing, but needs more education.”

“And you brought her here for educational reasons.”

“As I mentioned before. Expand her horizons.”

“Alright. Tell me, little one, are you here on your own free will?”

I nodded.

“No, I need to hear you. Do you want to be here?”

“Yes, I do,” I said nervously.

“You are to address me as ‘Sir.’”

“Yes, Sir. I do.” I felt Toms fingers lightly caressing my hair.

“Have you got a safe word?”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

"What is it?"

"It's 'Robin Hood', sir", I replied, reluctantly, wondering whether it was strange or ridiculous.

"Do you know you can use it anytime you need to?"

"Yes, Sir."

“How old are you?”

“I am twenty-four, Sir.”

“And what is your name?”

I hesitated for a second. Did I have to answer?

Tom jumped in. “No name for her yet. No collar, no name. That’s for later.”

“Alright, then. No name. Do you know you look incredibly beautiful?”

I didn’t know how to respond to the man’s unexpected compliment in a way that Tom would approve of. Somehow, his words made me ashamed in a way much deeper than the fact I was naked and in bondage in front of a room full of strangers.

A hand touched my face, caressing over the blindfold and lifting my chin. “You are a beautiful woman,” he repeated right into my face.

“You can come over sometime this week or next and spend some time,” Tom said.

“Alone?”

“No, I’ll be there.”

“Control freak!”

“Look who’s talking.”

And again they laughed. They were talking over my head, but still about me, and I didn’t understand what exactly they meant. A hand, not Tom’s, caressed my body, stopping at my ass.

“I’ll take you up on your offer,” the nameless man said. “And now, where do you want her?”

“I want her over there, on your special chair,” Tom said. “But tonight, I only want her brains fucked out, nothing too difficult for her—she isn’t ready. I’m not taking any risks with this one.”

“Your girl, your rules, mate. Let’s go.”

And I was walked somewhere else and made to sit, and then to lie down, on something that felt like a very hard sofa or a table. Somebody untied my wrists, but before I even had time to rub them, my hands were pulled upwards and apart and tied down again.

Tom was next to me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I’m here, Jenny. I know how much you enjoy getting tied up. And you know that I know. So go for it, girl, enjoy what’s next. Breathe…”

I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath. Tom was right, I did enjoy getting tied up, way more than I had ever dared to admit. Feeling the rope around my wrists and knowing that I was submitting, being restrained, and turned into a sexual object made me feel incredibly good. This was the first time I ever thought of this, and in the process of silently agreeing with Tom instead of fighting him, my pussy grew very wet.

Tom whispered again. “You know I enjoy watching you get fucked almost as much as I love fucking you myself. Remember, you can have as many orgasms as you can handle, like this morning. Okay?”

I nodded, and at the same instant, somebody else said, “Okay,” and several hands touched me. I also realised that whatever apparatus I was bound to was mobile and could be inclined to any degree. Someone explored my breasts and pinched my nipples, softly at first and then harder and harder. I gasped as someone said, “Nice!” before the hands moved on to my pussy. Two fingers entered me, stretching and pushing…then three…then four. I gasped again, excited but a little panicked at the same time. Someone was trying to fist me! Was I ready?

Tom’s voice filled my ear, and I clung to it.

“Breathe, don’t hold your breath. Open up. Let it happen.”

I felt somebody pull my legs up higher, then more rope was wrapped around my knees. At the same time, my chair was tipped almost upside down.

“A puppet on strings,” somebody said, laughing.

The hand continued stretching my mercilessly exposed pussy. I couldn’t help but let out a long moan as I was torn between the pain and the strangely pleasurable sensation. A little voice in my head kept telling me that what I was feeling was wrong, but I didn’t care.

Five fingers in my pussy…whoever owned the hand continued pushing slowly, but in a very determined way. I moaned again and tried to relax, pushing my pussy against his hand. And suddenly his fist was inside me. I groaned long and squirmed shamelessly, feeling like I was on fire I was so stretched. I felt as if I was burning on the inside from both the pain and at the same time, this hand had burst something within me, opened me up in yet another new way. The hand slowly withdrew.

“I’ll come around tomorrow,” the nameless man said. And with that, he slapped my ass hard.

“I knew you’d like her,” Tom replied.

And then somebody shoved his cock into my pussy. I jumped but was held back by ropes and hands. He fucked me hard and fast, and then pulled out. Warm cum splattered my belly and ran down to my breasts, where somebody else, or the same person, I don’t know, rubbed it in while pinching my nipples.

I have no idea how long all of this lasted. Hands, cocks, cum, slaps, the sound of a whip, a burning sensation, voices, pain. It was one long line of getting fucked in all different positions, being absolutely exposed, dominated and offered. The sensation of being drunk from the orgasms made whatever was left of my feelings of shame or guilt disappear. While the night before had been like an orchestrated dance, this was different in its intensity and the sheer number of cocks and hands that were being pushed into my holes.

I howled and yelled from the intensity of my orgasms mixed in with pain inflicted by this room filled with unknown people. I held onto Tom and the sound of his voice.

“No,” I heard him say on one or two occasions, stopping something he didn’t think was right for me. His protectiveness made me feel even more in his power. I still hadn't understood the rules or limits he had set but trusted him implicitly.

Men and women touched me. The women’s hands were softer, yet they were more precise, knew where to touch, where to precisely inflict pleasure or pain. Their kiss was sweet, yet demanding and if I had shrunk away from their touch and bodies at first, this unknown sensation soon became welcome and made me feel warm - and understood. Through it all, I knew I was where Tom wanted me, where I wanted to be myself—in submission, bound, experiencing my body like never before.

Some ejaculated inside me, some spilled their juices in my mouth, others on my face or body. Sometimes I’d feel a tongue licking cum off my breasts or belly. Being showered in cum was sensation I had to admit I liked. I felt it differently than before I love being there. I loved every single hand on me. I loved how Tom and David were there to make sure I was safe. I love being stripped of all control of how and where I was touched, and by whom. In the middle of the orgasms washing over me, I finally accepted how much I loved it all.

Somebody had again started fucking me in my ass, when, all of a sudden, his hands closed round my throat. Choking was the one thing I couldn’t take, but before I could panic Tom shouted “No choking!” and the hands around my throat were pulled away and the guy dragged off me, and heated words being exchanged.

David caressed my face.“Are you alright?”

I nodded. It had happened so fast I didn’t have time to get scared. At the same time, this gave me a breather, as all of sudden, I was left without cocks or hands on me. Had I done something wrong?

“Tom,” I said. “I’m fine. I mean it.”

“Its okay, sweetie,” he said. “We’re out of here, I think you’ve had enough for a first night.”

I could tell he was angry and I was afraid I had let him down. The chair, or whatever it was, was moved back into its initial position and I felt dizzy and disoriented. Tom and David set about untying the ropes that bound me. When they helped me to my feet, I was sore and so worn to the bone I could barely stand. I reached for the blindfold, but Tom caught my hand.

“Not yet,” he said.

As they walked me to the door, the nameless man who had fisted me followed and apologized.

“I’m sorry about Jay,” he said. “I shouldn’t have let him near her.”

“If you know he doesn’t follow the rules, why do you let him in?” snapped David.

“If you decide to bring her back, I promise he won’t be here.”

“Fair enough,” Tom said. “And you are still welcome to come by tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” the man said with obvious relief. He kissed my cheek. “You are an amazing girl, and I am curious about your limits. I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll have lots of fun, okay?”

And out we went. I was overwhelmed by it all, but also high. David helped me into the coat and we stepped into the fresh air, and then into the car. Tom settled into the back seat and pulled me onto his lap.

“Are you alright?” he asked while gently caressing my hair.

I nodded, breathing in his scent and closeness. I leaned my head on his shoulder. It was so good to be there.

“You were amazing,” David said from the front seat. “I honestly didn’t think you could take so much. I was sure you’d give up.”

“She’s a helluva girl.” Tom hugged me tight. He inhaled deeply. “And she smells like she had a good time.”

“I took a cum bath,” I said, smiling. I could feel it still oozing from my pussy and I was plastered from head to toe.

“That was the point,” David said, and I knew he smiled, too. “Was this the first time you were fisted?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

I didn’t know which words to use. “Frightening and somehow exciting at the same time.”

“Hot,” said Tom.

“Yeah.”

“Good girl,” said Tom.

And that was all I needed to hear.

Tom’s hands had worked beneath the coat and were massaging and pinching my cum-bathed breasts.

“I love watching you,” he said. “When you cum, when you start losing it, when you give up when you’re all mine.”

All his? By offering me to a room full of people? I didn’t want to question him, his hands got busier and busier.

“I need to fuck you, girl,” he whispered when the car stopped. He and David led me up the stairs. The coat came off and I felt them both look at me.

“I need some time with her on my own,” Tom said.

“Sure,” David said. “If I can’t sleep, I’ll come over later.”

“Anytime,” Tom replied, and then he walked me into the room we had slept in last night, pulled off the blindfold, and closed the door. I had to get used to the light, which was dimmed but still hard to take in after hours of darkness. When I finally managed to see, Tom had undressed and stood close to me.

“Are you alright?” he asked, and again I nodded. I wanted him, too.

He opened his arms as if to see if I was still willing for what was to come, and I went right into his embrace, feeling his hard cock against my belly.

“I love this,” he said as his hands traveled all over my sore and sensitized body, but I loved it nevertheless. I felt so close to him, without understanding why, but without having to question it. I had let go...

Tom pushed me backwards onto the bed, settled on top of me, and pushed his cock into me. I felt open for him, felt him differently than before, through my soreness. I had been fucked all evening, but this time, it was different, I not only let him in, but I needed him inside me, as deeply as possible. I moaned and he grabbed my hands, pinned them wide apart above my head and looked down at me. I struggled, without thinking about it, while trying to draw him deeper into me at the same time. He held me tight and smiled.

“I’m not going to let you go, Jen. I’ve got you.” He kissed

Tears sprang into my eyes. He had understood me; he knew what was going on inside my mind. He had understood what they called my brattishness, He knew what I needed and that was more that I could have had hoped for. I kissed him back, wanting, needing him with every cell of my being. I threw my legs around his back to lock him deeper inside me.

He broke the kiss and smiled at me again.

“Brat,” he said. “You want me?”

I nodded, completely under his spell and drowning in my need for him.

He rolled off me and onto his back. His beautiful cock glistened.

“Help yourself, Jen. Do whatever you want.”

I hesitated briefly, then sucked his cock right into my mouth, playing with him, knowing the juices I tasted weren’t mine anyway, but rather all the unknown men’s cum that had been pumped into me. I didn’t care. I wanted Tom. I wanted him everywhere, including my mouth, and if I had to eat other men’s cum mingled with my own pussy juice to do it, so be it.

I sucked him as deep in as I could. My eyes teared up and I could hardly breathe, but I wanted him in my throat. I took a breath and pushed myself on his cock, taking his whole length.

Tom groaned his satisfaction.

“Don’t cum in my mouth,” I said, momentarily pulling off his cock. “Please.”

He nodded.

I knew he enjoyed straight and direct penetration without much ado, and I tried to go for just that using my mouth. I fought down my gag reflex and swallowed him deep again and again until I was sweating and aching to have him in my wet pussy.

I climbed astride Tom and took his cock inside. I was wet enough for anything and I wanted to please him more than anything. I grabbed his hands and put them on my ass. He didn’t need a second invitation and started massaging my cheeks, which was both wonderful and painful given the state of my flesh.

I rode him slow, trying to resist my own desire to speed up. I held myself upright on him, played with my breasts, watched him watching what I was doing. I didn’t hide my reactions when I touched a sore spot or pinched my tender nipples. Tom groaned and followed my moves while massaging my ass cheeks and fingering my asshole. His cock was big and hot in my pussy and, again, I felt an urgent need to push him farther in, as far as possible. I ignored the slight stinging and flexed my muscles around his cock, riding him up and down encouraged by his moans.

“You little witch,” Tom groaned, and, all of a sudden, he grabbed and spun me around, pinning me against the wall, and thrust harder and faster. We were lying sideways, and he held my leg , which gave me yet a different feeling of him inside me. When he kissed me, I lost it and finally let go, allowing the waves of orgasm sweep over me.

“Cum with me,” I begged.

He fucked me even harder until his pulsing cock pumped warm shots of cum deep inside my pussy. I moaned with the bliss of having him cum in me. We held still for a long time. I was in his arms, warm and safe, so close, so fucked, so happy.

When I looked up at his face, he smiled at me.

“Jenny,” he said, kissing me again.

We cuddled some more, then went to the bathroom. After a shower, I found myself in his arms in bed again, eager for a well-deserved rest. I was still far away from understanding even partially what Tom had made happen to me.

“Sir?” I asked in the darkness.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Am I normal?”

Master Tom laughed, kissed my neck, and pinched my ass.