This is a true story, so, to protect her identity, I'll call her Kandi.
She is my personal sex slave and slut. She is not my girlfriend. In
fact, I am engaged to be married to a man. But there is dominant part
of me that loves to sexually control, use and engage in rough sex with
bimbo bitches who love it just as much as i. Kandi comes when I call.
She knows not to bother me unless I initiate contact ... or else she'll
be punished.

Last weekend, I phoned her and told her to meet me at a specific
location. She was to wear only a long coat and high heels. She was to
bring her bag of toys, which consisted of various restraints, dildos,
whips, etc. When I pulled up, she was there, on time and seemingly
dressed as she had been told. She hoped in. Our interactions are purely
sexual so we avoid the small talk and simple hellos. I treat her coldly
and harshly and she loves it. I reached over and pushed her coat open.
She had on a bra with matching thong panties. I slapped her face and
barked "Oh, you want to be defiant tonight? Okay, I'll teach you." I
could see her tremble but she stayed quiet. Instead of driving to the
hotel where I had planned to go, I detoured to a local bar called the
"players lounge". It's a strip club filled with horny men with huge
cocks and lots of money. It was Friday night so I knew the place would
be packed. I ordered Kandi out of the car and we went inside for a few
drinks. After a few drinks, I led her to the pool table, which is in a
room, off the main floor of the club. The room was dark and smoky and
both pool tables were in use by groups of men. We sat down at a nearby
table, allegedly to wait for me to have a turn to play, but I had
something totally different in mind.

One group of men struck up conversation, I made small talk and got
friendly with them, leaving Kandi in her seat. I whispered to one of
the guys that she was my sex slave and I needed to teach her a lesson.
He smiled and said he wanted to know more. I told him I could show him
better than I could tell him. After scanning the room for security, I
realized the coast was clear. I walked over, grabbed Kandi by her hair
and pulled over to the pool table. Before she could blink, I was
snatching off her coat. She tried to resist but I overpowered her. She
stood there, beautiful with long blonde hair, wearing nothing but her
shoes, bra and a thong. All the men gawked. I smirked. "Well, you wore
it so you must've wanted to show it off. Now, play pool." I handed her
a stick. I forced Kandi to play a game of pool with the men in her
barley-there attire. She was totally humiliated. But it was just
getting started. As Kandi leaned over the table to make shots; the men
begin to grope her exposed ass and protruding tits. She slapped their
hands away, but she was outnumbered. As this spectacle ensued, I sat
back, watching and monitoring. One of the men approached me and told me
quietly that the ‘exit' door to our left led to a completely unlit
hallway, which eventually led outside.

I went to investigate. He was
right. Behind the exit door there was a carpeted hallway with
absolutely no lights except for another ‘exit' sign a few feet down. I
returned to the pool table, ready to take this thing further. I told
Kandi I'd be back in a minute and went back outside to my car to
retrieve her collar and cuffs from the bag she had brought along. I hid
them in my purse and went back inside. Kandi was making another shot
when I walked in, two men were standing behind her making motions as if
they were fucking her ass and laughing.

I grabbed Kandi by her hair again, pulling her towards the exit door. In
the hallway, I slipped the cuffs from my purse and handcuffed her
wrists behind her back. She started to cry. I slapped her face and
shoved her down onto her knees. I used the leather collar to strap her
ankles together so she could not move. I told her that if she made a
sound, she'd regret it. Leaving her bound in the hallway, I returned to
the area where the men were. I approached the one who had told me of
the dark and abanonded ‘exit'. I told him that he and his friends were
welcome to go and get sucked off by my slut. I encouraged him to be
rough with her. He looked shocked but quickly realized that Kandi was
no wear in sight and I was serious. I told him that in order to keep
attention off of us, they should go one by one. He shared the news with
his friends. They all looked at me in amazement; I smiled and lit a
cigarette. One by one, 12 men went into the hallway and stuffed their
huge cocks into my whore's mouth. I watched as the emerged from the
hallway, smiling, zipping their pants and motioning for the next man to
go in. By the 5th man, I got up to peek inside. Kandi was there, bound
and on her knees and her face already a sloppy mess from the loads the
previous men had exploded. By the time the last man came out, the other
pool table of fellas wanted to know what was behind that door and where
they all had gone. The group who knew looked at me and I nodded yes, it
was okay to tell. The other men asked if they could get some too and I
agreed, with the same rules in place. So as I sat and socialized with
the fellas, smoking cigarettes and playing pool, Kandi remained
trapped, bound and helpless in the hallway, opening her mouth to
whoever walked in next. The second group of men totaled 10 so when they
were all finished, she had sucked off 22 guys. I went to the hallway to
retrieve her. Removing the cuffs from her wrist and the binding from
her ankles, I stood her up and slipped her coat back on. I led her to
the ladies room to wash her messy face. She was flushed with
embarrassment as we passed through the crowd of men who had just shoved
their cocks down her throat.

To be continued.