"Rough day, babygirl?"
You're eyeing me up and down unaware that I look slightly disheveled because I've just been fucked by the four friends you'd invited over before your arrival. My pussy is still throbbing with burning need, but I'm aware of the bruises on my thighs, caused by their hands gripping me, are starting to darken. You slowly move closer to me, still examining me as I nervously smile and kiss your neck.
"I'm gonna need your help with my friends, dear," you say as I sink to my knees and begin kissing the bulge in your jeans. I'm thinking of all the ways I could "help" your friends, knowing we are on two completely different pages at the moment.
"What kind of help?" I ask, looking up at you while I undo your belt and slip your jeans down over your hips.
"The guys are here to watch that UFC fight and I'd love you to make some food and grab everyone drinks, babygirl," you tell me.
A wave of unease moves over me at the thought of serving your friends who have already gotten what they need from me without you knowing. I look up at you before my mouth begins exploring your exposed erection and say, "Of course love, anything you need."
I squeeze my legs together on the cool floor of your bedroom, trying my best to conceal the marks of my recent infidelity. You drag a finger slowly across my cheek and down the side of my throat before grabbing a strand of my hair. I freeze as you curiously rub my hair between your fingers, examining something, and dread pools in my stomach.
"What is this?" you ask, yanking my hair in front of my face. I see the dried cum from who-knows-which of your friends.
"Umm... I... I'm not sure," I stammer after I remove my lips from your cock. You cut me off by shoving it back in, deep into my throat. I close my eyes, blinking away tears as I gag on your eight-inch member.
"You think I don't know what my cum looks like dried in your hair?" you say angrily while you fuck my face. As quickly as you filled my mouth, you remove your cock, a trail of my saliva dripping off the head. "Tell me," you pull my head back by my hair so I'm forced to look up and lock eyes with you, "who did you let take your body without my permission?"
"I... I don't know, sir. I was blindfolded," I respond nervously, the dread becoming a heavier weight in the pit of my stomach.
"Why were you blindfolded?" Your tone is demanding and angry, yet I can see a hint of excitement.
"Sir, I bound and blindfolded myself waiting for you to come home, but your friends --"
"And you let them cum on my body?" you interject, pulling my head back harder and rubbing your bulging head across my lips and cheek.
"Yes, sir." I close my eyes, knowing I have completely disobeyed you. I await my sentence.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, sir."
"So, you never once told them to stop. Just let them all fuck you like a cheap whore?"
"Yes, sir, that's correct." My pussy aches with need and I know my punishment will only delay the orgasm I've so desperately wanted all day.
You pull my hair above my head, making me stand, and push me towards the mattress. I fall back on it, wishing you would just take me over your lap and beat my bare ass until I couldn't sit for the rest of the night. I knew, however, that your punishments were never that simple.
"Spread," you tell me sternly, and I slowly open my thighs. Your eyes are burning with anger, but I can also see the lust behind them. The wet crotch of my panties is now revealed to you and you grip the waistband tightly, yanking them down my hips. I close my legs so you can easily remove my panties and you shove them apart as soon as the scrap of fabric is off. You hold my thighs wide apart with a hand on each, resting your weight on them while you hover over my shivering body.
Smack! Your hand comes down hard on my pussy and I moan, wanting to cum that moment.
"Did that wet cunt of yours enjoy getting used like a fucking slut behind my back?" you ask with desire flooding your face. You squeeze my thighs, stinging the bruises that have recently formed.
I moan, "Yes, daddy," and the throbbing between my legs grows stronger.
"Do I have to fuck four other girls while you sit and watch to make you learn?" You growl at me, and the guilt of what I have done sets in with your question.
"Daddy no, please... I'm sorry," I beg you.
Smack! I arch my back and my pussy begins to dampen the sheets beneath me with the next smack of your hand.
"You're going to learn," you growl, "that your body belongs to me, and we're going to prove that in front of every one of them that you fucked."
"Yes, sir, I'm all yours, I promise," I say, adding, "It won't happen again."
"It won't after I'm done with you. Ground," you order. I climb off the bed and kneel in front of you, waiting for my punishment. You walk to your closet, reach inside, and pull out a black silk collar with 'David' embroidered on the front, and clasp it around my neck.
"Now I'm going to walk out there and sit with my friends. You are to put on your black stockings and belt, no panties, no bra, and come out to fetch us drinks and make the food. Understood, slut?"
Even though your friends have obviously seen my completely bare body, the thought of being so intimately dressed in front of them, exposed in a whole new way, makes me fearful. I bite my lip and cover my fear with a slight smile. "Understood, daddy."
You stand me up by my hair again and pull me close to you, purring into my neck, "Good girl."
You leave the room and I begin searching for my nylons and matching garter belt. Part of me is mortified at the thought of being so exposed to your friends. This time, I will have to see their reactions to watching my naked body. I'd never been around your friends in anything less than a bikini. The other part of me, some secret exhibitionist, is enthralled that four other men will be lusting after my body while I serve them like your little slave.
I stretch the stockings over my toned legs, then clip the garter belt into place. You didn't ask me to wear any shoes, but I slip on your favorite black stiletto heels, hoping to satisfy you. A little more lipgloss on, I check myself in the mirror. My face flushes with embarrassment as I look up and down my barely-covered body.
I quietly leave the bedroom and peer into the living room below. You are sitting with your friends watching the TV screen as if nothing happened between you and me -- or me and your friends. As silently as I can, I make my way down the stairs and try sneaking to the kitchen to avoid as much embarrassment as I can. It is in vain because the click of my heels on the tile gives me away and I sense all five sets of eyes ogling my figure. The noise of the TV is loud enough to mask the mumbles and laughter from your pals, but I have an idea what they are saying anyway. I open the refrigerator and grab some things to make for you and our guests.
"Babygirl." Shit, I have no clue what you'll do next. "Why don't you bring a couple beers out here?"
No way of hiding anymore. I grab a bottle for everyone and quickly set them on the coffee table, spinning on my heels trying to hurry back into the kitchen.
"Stop," you say and I freeze. "Turn around and stand in front of us, gorgeous."