Work of a Slut

 

We showered in preparation for the charity event. I was to ensure that I was totally smooth all over, once Master was finished with me in the shower, he allowed me some extra time to double check that my body was suitable. I then applied my make up, Master requested nothing too over-done this evening, just a subtle highlight of my large eyes and full rounded lips.

I returned to the dressing area and offered myself for inspection. He checked my arms, legs, pussy and arse for any trace of body hair. He checked and approved of my make-up, deciding that a neutral lip-gloss was all that was required. When satisfied that there was none, he presented my outfit for the evening.

 

First I put on the thigh-high stockings. Only the finest black silk for such an important occasion. He then returned with my gown and unwrapped the tissue.

 

The dress was stunning. Floor length, black, the sheer tissue thin baby soft silk material cascaded over my curvy body.  The dress was styled to suit my main assets, which are my huge breasts. The bodice featured a deeply scooped neckline enabling my breasts to sit upwards and point outwards, nipples exposed save an extra layer of the material across the neckline.  The dress fastened tightly across my shoulder blades, allowing layers of material to fall from the shoulder line and the under bust area to the floor.

 

Master fitted the ‘bridal white’ lace girdle. Designed to stand out under the dress it was a stunning piece of lingerie. The heavily boned garment required precise fitting by two people, one to hold it in place whilst the other fastened it. Once fitted, my breasts protruded heavily from my chest, my waist and hips firmly encased inside the heavy garment. It was extremely difficult to bend at the waist comfortably, until my body had adjusted to the restriction. Once the girdle was in place, Master helped me into my dress and shoes.

 

Once dressed, I added some of the classic pieces of jewellery that he has given me. My ‘slave-chain’ choker was always worn at such occasions. This brought attention to my neck-line by the thick style of the chain and its weight, as well as the positioning of my breasts only inches away from it. Some other small pieces added to the femininity of the outfit and the class of the occasion.

 

Master dressed in his Tuxedo as I waited nervously for him. He approached me and ordered my hands onto the bed, I struggled to bend easily, Master placing his hand on my back and pushing me firmly downwards.  Reaching under my dress, he felt for my arse, prized it open roughly and plugged it with the medium, glass plug. Pushing it deep inside he ordered me to stand and face him.

He kissed me deeply and passionately. Holding me close to him as his hands explored my body. My pussy was almost drizzling in anticipation as he caressed my breasts and squeezed my arse cheeks close together, pushing the plug deep inside me.

‘Are you ready?’

‘Yes Master.’

‘Good.’

The Limo ride was uneventful. Sitting beside Master on the way to the Venue I gazed out the windows at the city lights and thought about the evening ahead. I had no real idea what was in store for me, but I was excited and horny in anticipation.

Master reached across and tweaked my nipples hard. They were already hard and stimulated, almost totally on view to the public, this made them stand out even more and naturally this occurred as the Limo pulled up at the entrance.

We were greeted by the Charity Chairman and his Wife, who could barely contain her shock at my appearance, white corset clearly visible under the sheer black silk, and breasts bulging upwards and out from my chest. She made polite conversation about the stunning gown and ushered us inside. Our arrival was greeted with a flurry of Executives and their prissy Wives rushing to greet Master, only to be stuck for words when they sighted me on his arm.

The men were very friendly, obviously they all knew that by the end of the evening they all would have fucked me at least once. Their wives all huddled together sniggering and staring at me as we made our way to our table. We were seated at the main round table, the CEO beside me, his Wife beside Master and other executives seated opposite in the Man, Woman configuration Each person could clearly see the others at the table.

 

I was the perfect Slave, only speaking throughout the meal when addressed personally. Master ordered for me and I ate sparingly, trying my best to remain still on my chair with the plug firmly planted in my arse and every Male eye on one or both of my breasts. The CEO had a clear view of my nipples each time he leant across to speak to me. He brushed his arm closer and closer to mine as the meal moved on, making more and more one to one chat with me.  The other Men at the table also wade conversation with me so as to gain a view of my breasts when I answered them I was obliging as always, leaning forwards to answer and chat with them offering my nipples for viewing.

 

There were signals that I had to watch from Master. Should he twirl the ring on his right finger, I was to find a way to brush my nipples against the man closest to me as soon as possible. He would know that this was signaling my availability exclusively to him for 1 hour. If Master folded his handkerchief and placed it in the pocket closest to me signaled that I was going to be fucked very soon by a Candidate and to prepare myself. However if he placed it in the farthest pocket it signaled for me to back off from the Man that I was showing attention.

At any time during the evening I noticed Master sipping white wine or water, the signal was

that he had found a new candidate to work on and required my attention immediately. When Master was enjoying his drink of choice, ‘neat scotch’, or coke, I was pleasing him and the signal was to continue.

Often I was no more than two feet from him when a signal would be given, but I knew from past punishments that I was expected to obey.

 

I glanced across and Master was twirling his ring. I immediately turned to the CEO and dropped my napkin on the floor between our chairs. We both bent together to gather it up, his eyes meeting my exposed nipples as he brushed his hand against me to return the napkin to my lap. Placing it on the table, I slowly stood and excused myself, turning my breasts towards the red-faced CEO as I left the table. I made my way to the bathroom and entered the cubicle. I emptied my bladder and felt between my legs to ensure that I was ready. I already knew what the result would be, my pussy was hot and wet. The butt plug was firmly in place, so I tweaked my nipples hard and returned to the hall where the CEO greeted me with a sm9ile and tight hug.

 

He took my arm and tightly gripping me led me down the long dark hall where a small doorway was discretely hidden between the staircase and the wall. Opening the door he shoved me inside and flicked on the dim light. To my amazement there was a small bed, a chair, jug of water, table with a some toys, chain and cuffs as well as condoms. A mirror hung on the wall and on the bed were 2 towels and a face-cloth.

‘Strip Slut. What a fine piece of Slut meat we have here this evening’

I obeyed him, stepping out of my dress as he watched, red faced and panting. He removed his jacket, grunting and fumbling with the buttons as he stared at me.

I stepped close to him, took his hands and placed them on my breasts, as he felt them nervously and began pinching and pulling my nipples, I undid his belt, then his trousers and let them fall to the floor. I then pushed him gently until he reached the bed. He moved himself onto the bed and pushed my head towards his cock. I stood at the edge and bent over, taking his short stump in my hands as I placed the condom onto it. Once fitted, I moved my mouth into position and began my famous fellatio while he fumbled between my legs to finger my wet pussy. It didn’t take long for him to be rock hard and panting. He found the butt plug and roughly pumped it in and out of my arse while I sucked harder and faster on his cock.

He pushed me away from him and got off the bed. I knew it was fuck time, so I bent over as far as I could with my head on the bed and my arse out as far as I could push it. My pussy was glistening and when he plunged inside me I almost came instantly. His cock was short but very fat and it rubbed hard against the plug in my arse. He pumped quickly inside my pussy, pressing the butt plug in and out until he came with a loud grunt. He shuddered for a second before gathering his balance and withdrawing from me. He took off the cum filled condom and handed it to me. I placed it in the rubbish bin, I had to show Master the used condoms at the end of the evening to prove that I had serviced my quota.

 

The CEO re-dressed himself and was gone with a curt ‘Thank You.’ I sat on the bad, poured myself a glass of water and gathered my senses before dressing and returning to the table where Master was waiting.

 

The band was about to begin to play for the crowds and I suddenly realized why the room where I had been was so convenient. It was under the stage, probably some sort of rest area or sick bay for performers.

 

Master smiled on my return and replenished my champagne as I sat down.

‘One down Slut,’ He whispered as he kissed my ear.

I just smiled. I was pleasing him and that was my duty.

 

We stood and began to move about the room, mingling with the others, mainly the higher profiled guests as they courted Master for more money.

Master took my arm and guided me along with him, squeezing it as we approached a group of Men standing to one side of the room.

‘Gentlemen.’

‘Steve, Good to see you and your gorgeous Lady.  How are you, enjoying the evening so far?’ He was an attractive looking middle aged Man, sandy blonde hair styled neatly and barely a crease on his face. I immediately suspected plastic surgery, but naturally just smiled and allowed Master to chat to them. We both shook hands with the men, six in number and I stood silently.

‘So, all set for our extra entertainment then?’ Asked another Man, shorter than the others, he was balding and seemed to be sweating, and appeared to be wringing his hands.

‘Sure.’ She knows where to go, so give me a few minutes to set up and you can help yourselves. Remember the rules though Guys, one at a time or she’s out of there.’

 

Much nodding went around the group as Master took my arm and led me from the room. We went to the  ‘fuck room’ where he explained that I was going to stay there until I had serviced the six men. They would all fuck me, I would suck them whilst cuffed to the bed. I could also be lightly tortured with the toys available, I was to orgasm freely as none of them had the power to stop me, not were they permitted to gag me at any time. Master assured me that he would be outside the room for each Man and would listen for my signal, which was the word ‘HOT’.

I agreed.

‘Strip Sub.’

I removed my dress again, standing in my white corset and black stockings while Master prepared the cuffs on the bed.

He cuffed my wrists together behind my back and attached cuffs to each ankle. I was then instructed to stand still whilst he blindfolded me. This meant that my eyelids would be stuck down with tape before a blindfold was wrapped tightly around my head. I was totally blind and at the mercy of my Master.

‘Stand still Sub, the first one will be here shortly.’

‘Yes Master.’

‘Remember, I am relying on you to do a good job tonight, these Men are important business associates and I want to utilize them in the future, and so will you.’

‘Yes Master.’

He kissed me lightly and left the room.

 

I stood shaking with anticipation wondering who the first would be and what he would do with me. It wasn’t long before I heard the door.

Strong arms grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto the bed. I was sitting on the edge, breasts crushed and struggling for breath as he fumbled with his zipper in front of my face. The cock was hot and once the condom was applied he rammed it into my mouth, holding my hair tightly so that I had to take it all. He was well hung for length and I struggled for a few seconds to focus on the job at hand, but we quickly developed a rhythm and he was rock hard after a few seconds.

He stepped away from me abruptly, leaving me sitting with my mouth open wondering where he had gone. His hands found my nipples and pinched them hard. He pulled them upwards and applied the clamps before I could make sense of what was happening and I squealed slightly. The clamps attached firmly to each nipple, he proceeded to pull me to my feet and turn me around. I took his guidance, finding myself kneeling on the bed, head down and arms attached to the chains being pulled up my back tightly. My legs were also adjusted and chained, ankles apart, ensuring that knees were spread as well. I felt activity at my thighs as well, he looped a rope around each thigh and tied it off in the opposite direction to the ankle chains so that my legs couldn’t slide out from under me.

 

I was tightly restrained but in no pain. The man knelt on the bed and found my pussy, his fingers explored deep inside for what seemed an eternity. He pumped and pumped deep inside me until I was ready to explode. He too was panting, his hard cock rubbing against my butt cheeks as he squelched in my pussy juices.

The clamps swung heavily on my nipples, adding to my dizzying state of near orgasm.

Just before I came he slowed, removed the plug and entered me hard. I screamed out and arched my back as the orgasm hit me, my swollen pussy coursing juice outwards while he unleashed his manhood in my bowels. The man finished, replaced the plug aggressively, climbed off the bed, dressed and left the room.

I was lost. Stimulated and frantic I wriggled on the bed to find comfort and release but there was no-one in the room.

 

I waited and waited. The band played song after song and I was alone, restrained and waiting like the slut that I am.

 

To be continued……