That morning, after I'd kissed Larry goodbye for the weekend, I got busy preparing for my night with Master. Climbing into a hot bathtub, I scrubbed myself down, and shaved myself completely smooth for him, running my hand carefully over my body to check for any hairs. Once finished, I allowed myself to doze off in the bathtub, knowing that sleep would be scarce.

I was woken to the sound of the doorbell, and with a start I realized that the water had begun to cool. Shivering, I climbed out of the bathtub and wrapped my warm fleece bathrobe around me. Leaning against the door was a brown paper package from Master. Curiously I opened it, my lips trembling in anticipation.

Neatly folded inside was a simply elegant black dress, with a deeply scooped neckline. I relaxed a bit at the sight of it, I had been terrified of what he planned to make me wear that night, but this wasn't too bad. I'd look sexy, but still respectable. There was no underwear to go with it, but that didn't surprise me. I was actually beginning to enjoy the freedom of being braless. The looks from passing men . . . mmm, delicious.

There was also a scandalously sexy negligee. It was short, and designed with one thing in mind, to tantalize the male of the species. My newly shaved pussy grew damp, and I shivered a little, images of Masters expression when he saw me in this flashed through my mind.

Hidden under all this was a small, individually wrapped, package. It had a note on it instructing me not to open it, so regretfully I put it down, and went into the bedroom to try on the clothing Master had sent me.

An hour or so later, I was watching television, trying not to obsess on the small package when the phone rang imperiously. Dropping the remote, I dove for the phone, praying it was Master. It was, and I snatched up the phone.

"Hello, Master?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Did you receive the two packages I sent?" he asked, forgoing a greeting. My neck tingled at the sound of his authoritive voice. "Yes, Master, the clothes are VERY sex and fit perfectly." I answered. "I didn't open the small package, as you ordered." I hinted, dying to know what was in it.

"Very good." Master said, satisfaction deep in his tone. "The small one is a special DVD that I want you to watch as soon as we finish here. You will strip naked and watch the movie all the way through, twice!, while playing with your tits and pussy," he instructed. "Bring yourself to the very edge of orgasm over and over until the is movie done, but DO NOT cum, understand? DO NOT cum. I want my little sex toy to be just one big sex nerve when we meet tonight. Be there at 8PM sharp!" he rapped out warningly.

"Yes, Master." I said dutifully, reaching out to open the DVD. I rang off with Master, and slowly walked into the living room. The picture on the DVD was of a man in a dark mask, standing authoritatively over a scantily dressed woman, a whip of some sort held threateningly in his hand. Dropping my robe, I walked over to the couch, and sat down, hitting play on the remote control.

My master walks into the room, his step confident. Gracefully, I sink to my knees before him, my head bowed submissively. I know that he is angry with me, and I know that the spanking I was to get would be difficult to bear, but for him I must. A strong hand reaches down, and lifts my face to his, and I can feel tears spring to my eyes at the stern disappointment on his face. "Get to the bench, slut." he says.

I drop to my knees, and crawl over to the spanking bench in the corner. Following, he ties me firmly to it, the leather straps biting into my skin uncomfortably. Fearfully, I can feel him tie a blindfold around my eyes, and place a bright red ball gag in my mouth. My ears strain to hear him, as he rummages around, and then I feel of the leather whip brush teasingly over the full curves of my bottom. Then I hear the familiar whine of it flying through the air. I jerk and whimper behind the gag as it hits me, tears springing to my eyes.

WACK

WACK

WACK

WACK

I loose track of the times I feel it hit my bottom and thighs, then it stops and a bold hand comes out and runs itself over my sore and red ass. A long finger slips between the glistening creases of my cunt, my hips jerk, and my sobs change from those of pain, to those of arousal. My master slides a long finger deep inside me, and I tilt my hips, rubbing against his encroaching finger, crying out when he pulls it from me.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Master chuckles warningly. "No pleasure for you, slut, not till you've proven you deserve it." Behind my gag, I whimper, knowing what this means. I'd beg if I could, but I know that this is the reason that Master gagged me, so that I wouldn't shame him with my weakness.

Then I hear something new; voices and male footsteps approaching Master's office. You walk to the door and open it, and I know how I'm to prove my worthiness. Taking deep breaths, I try to tamp down the fire in my soul, knowing that I won't make it without Cumming if I don't. I must pleasure these men without receiving the ultimate in pleasure from them.

You return to me, and I can feel you release my arms and legs. You clip a leash to my collar, the command me to rise. Once I'm standing, you remove my blindfold, and I'm faced with a group of five men, all naked, all with hard cocks standing at attention. Six, if you include my Master. As soon as I have my bearings, I walk to the center of the room, where they are standing. I slide to my knees, and suck the nearest cock into my mouth, my hands reaching out to fondle the other two.

Before long, they are all standing in a circle around me, their hard cocks ready for my attention, pre-cum glistening at the tips. Several are slowly stroking their cocks as they wait impatiently for their turn.

Master pulls me from the man I'm sucking, and it comes from my mouth with a loud 'pop'. Master instructs him lay down and, sighing blissfully, I climb on top of him, slowly taking his hard cock deep in my needy pussy. Bighting back a groan, I sit there for a second, trying to gain control of my body. I mustn't cum, at least not until everyone else has.

After a few moments, one of the other men moves behind me, and I feel his cock pressing insistently at my ass. With a cry I am stretched full of cock. His hands come around to my breasts, pulling roughly at my nipples, and I can feel my body tightening insistently. Oh, oh, oh! Please, don't let me cum! I think feverishly. Trying to distract myself, I pull another man to me, sucking his cock deep into my mouth. Then they both began to move, their hard cocks sliding deep in me, and . . . . oh, fuck . . .

I lay there on the couch, fingers still deep in my cunt, and shuddered, spent from the orgasm I'd just had. Oh, my god, what had I done? Master has specifically told me not to cum, and now I had. If he found out . . . I couldn't tell him, he'd be so horribly angry with me. I turned my face into the cushion, tears welling up in my eyes, torn.

Later at the restaurant

Timorously I followed the waiter back to the VIP room where Master was waiting for me. His eyes dropped to my breast, and burned in hotly. I flushed proudly; knowing that the cleavage I was showing was the reason for the sudden heat in his eyes.

"Sit down, slut, you are very sexy! My cocks getting hard for you already. Did you follow my orders today?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir." I whispered, dropping my eyes from his guiltily. He can't see into your soul, there's no way for him to know you came, I reassure myself. Sliding in beside him, I reached out for the menu, using it to distract myself from the virile man at my side. We ate in silence, both of us thinking of tonight, neither of us willing to practice the hypocrisy of making small talk.

Finally we are finished and I sit back and sigh, relieved to be finished. Then Master asked the busboy to send in our waiter, and I looked at him questioningly.

"Antonio has been my waiter for as long as I have been coming here, and does some very special things for me." Master says to me as Antonio walked into the room. "Lock the door, Antonio, and come over here and meet Jan. She's Donna, my ex-wives, daughter. You remember Donna, don't you, old friend?"

Apprehensively I stare at Master, blushing uncomfortably as Antonio's dark brown eyes drop to my breasts.

"Oh, yes sir, I DO remember Donna very well. May I say, sir, her daughter is much more attractive." Antonio said, moving in to get a closer look at my tits, his dark eyes gleaming suggestively. I cringe, and turn terrified eyes to Masters. Surely he didn't intend to . . .

"Not only that, my friend, but she has a much nicer rack than her mom's. But maybe you need a better look to be sure. Jan, drop the top of your dress and give him a good look!"

Shocked, I stare at him, unable to believe what I just heard. His eyes flashing angrily at me and in a threatening tone he repeated his order.

"Yes, sir." I replied, shakily slipping the straps of my dress from my shoulder, and lowering the bodice down so that my breasts swung free in the candlelight. The room is rather cool, and instantly my nipples hardened and pushed out suggestively from my breasts.

"Yes, I agree, sir, they do look better than Donna's. But do they feel better than hers did, may I, sir?" Antonio asks, and I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, as his tan hands fondle me suggestively, his soft touch vastly different from Master more sure one. "I have played with your ex's tits a lot and these are much nicer. Do you want her to have the special dessert Donna always asked for, sir?"

"Yes, I think she would like that. Jan, go kneel in front of him and suck his big cock like your mother used to. Suck it good, and he'll pump your desert right down your throat! Hurry, slut, can't you see the man's horny?" Were masters next, horrifying orders, his eyes gleaming cruelly.

"Yes, sir," I choked out, hardly able to believe what he is asking of me. I sent him one last beseeching glance, but refrain from voicing my plea, knowing by the glint in his eyes that he was enjoying my discomfort. All words were taken from me when Antonio pulled his cock from his pants. I had never seen a cock as big as his, or as round. How I am supposed to get it down my throat is beyond me.

"Use your mouth only, slut." Master commanded, "Put your hands behind your back, and don't move them. Fuck her, Antonio use her mouth like a cunt, ram it to her!" Meekly, I grasped my hands behind me, and opened my mouth to receive the third cock I'd ever had, doing my best to bring him to a quick orgasm and end this ordeal. Antonio's hand comes out to grasp my neck as he crudely pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. Gasping for air, I struggled to suck, tears running down my face and coating his cock.

Finally he arched his back, and I can feel his cum hitting the back of my throat, the volume amazing. Even swallowing as fast as I can I barely manage to keep it all in my mouth. Carefully, I cleaned his cock and he pulled it from my mouth, putting it back in his pants. Shell-shocked, I kneeled there limply, waiting my Master's next command, choking back tears. Over the buzz in my ears I hear Antonio ask if we need anything else, then Master, thankfully, sent him away for the night.

Masters voice penetrates my fog, as he calls me over to him. "Come here slut, we have something to finish."

Stiff from being on my knees, I struggled to my feet, and went to stand before him.

"What's wrong, little one?" he asks, concern on his face.

Unable to stand it any longer, a tear escaped my eye, and I look at the ground, unable to meet his eyes. "Master, I thought you wanted me for your own; not as some kind of performer to watch and be watched by others. Aren't I good enough for you, sir?" I asked quietly.

Masters large hands reach out and pulled me gently on to his lap, where he lifted my face to his. "Jan, you must learn there are many ways a man like me can derive pleasure from a beautiful possession like you." he lectured, his hands busily pulling my dress over my head and arranging my legs so that I straddled him, the rough material of his pants rubbing against the soft skin of my thighs. "And we have only just scratched the surface of them. Now it's time for you to bring us both pleasure."

I gasped as one long finger pushed into my pussy, instantly igniting my lust. My head fell back wantonly as his finger moved in and out, gently at first and then more and more urgently, until I was so hot that I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Please, Master, let me fuck you and bring us release? Please, I beg you! Let me fuck your cock!" Desperate, I began to beg, needing him to fill me. I buried my face in his throat to stifle my scream as his hard cock slammed deep into my waiting pussy, big hands digging into my hips as he relentlessly fucked me. I can feel pressure building up inside me, and I desperately hold off an orgasm.

"Please, let me cum, Master, please?" I sobbed, nearly mad from desire. "I can't stand it anymore, please, Master, please? For god's sake, let me cum!"

Finally, when I thought I wasn't going to be able to stand it any longer, he bellowed in my ear. "Cum, slut! Cum for me!" and I feel his cock exploding in me. Throwing my head back I screamed as the biggest orgasm of my life hit me. Lights shined before my eyes, and everything went black.