Walking into the building it’s cold and empty, it echoes as we walk, I’m following his direction; he’s obviously been there before. He knows his way around, and that makes me more comfortable, we enter a room, and he closes the door behind him. Its dark and there are candles lit around the entire length of the room, chairs scattered about and a few other pieces of furniture I can’t make out, hooks fall from the ceiling, as Master leads me by the arm through the room, stopping in the middle. Laying there is a bed, it looks hard and is raised above the ground, No sides on the edge just a single hook that dangles above. To the side I can just make out the tables, but too dark to make out anything on them. The end of the room is dark and I can’t make out anything, it feels eerie but exciting.
I turn towards Master, his eyes alight, as his plan comes together, I can tell he loves it.
“Take off your coat”
I do, and hand it to him, too excited to complain or resist him.
“Kneel on the bed, legs apart, head down, you might know someone that’s here, all rules apply sub”
I do as I’m told, steadying myself on the bed and in the position I’ve been told, and I wait, my breathing heavy and I know I’m wet, it’s what the anticipation does to me.
The first thing I hear is heels, walking and not just one. It’s so hard to resist the temptation to look at who is there. I hear the heels louder and louder as they approach, I can’t make out just how many yet. I can make out the legs standing in front of me, feet covered in stiletto heels, and a few pairs.
“Look up, sub”
I respond naturally by glancing up, I recognise the woman. Its Jo, he hair not covered this time, naturally blonde outlining her face, my mind instantly remembering that experience in her dungeon, and how hot it was. At either side of her was another three women, all dressed in tight skirts, and heels, all beautiful I must say, and once again I feel intimidated.
“You are ours today sub, your master has given us permission to do what we like to you and we will, I remember how good you were last time, let’s see if you can impress me this time”
My mouths dry, as the other ladies wonder off in different directions to the tables at the side, Jo kneels in front of me, copying my position, her hand slips between my legs, and slides straight into my soaking pussy. I can’t help but let out a groan, her gaze directly into my eyes.
“You’re always so ready sub, you slut, wetting my hand with your juices”
Her thumb circles my clit and I’m so turned on, my nipples already hard. Her fingers constantly moving I hardly notice the other women, starting to surround me. One takes my hands behind my back and raises them above my head, tying them together and attaching them to a hook. Moving my legs in front of me, so I am now sitting they cuff my ankles to the bottom of the bed.
“I think I like you like this slut, you’re now available for us to access all of you”
Jo walks away and I am left in the hand of the other three. I don’t know them, but there on me instantly. One behind me, hand circling my ass, the other on my tits, grabbing and pinching at my nipples, and the third on my pussy, placing her fingers where Jos were. The first slap comes hard, and I take a sharp breath in, I wasn’t expecting it. My ass warms as the slaps become relentless; Jo appears in front of me, holding a leather flogger, my favourite. I can’t help but smile. That was a mistake.
“You think this is funny slut” Her first flog impacted me with a sting. Coming down on my breasts and pierced nipples, I close my eyes trying not to show my discomfort.
“Not so funny anymore, is it slut?”
Her flogs come down onto my breasts once more, the sting overwhelming my body, my nipples tender now and the heat rising. Her flogs come one after the other, my punishment for smiling. All the while the other woman still slapping my ass, a combination that was causing my pussy to drip, but was pushing my boundaries on pain.
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