It's a Friday afternoon, and I sit at the kitchen counter, pushing my muesli around my bowl absent-mindedly. I feel shattered, and I woke up late. There's a tight knot in my stomach, and I cannot bring myself to eat. Sex is back to its usual regularity, and in the main, it's been highly satisfying, but I'm missing the intimacy of sharing a bed with my Master. He'd even woken me up early for sex this morning before disappearing back to his bedroom. I've also not spoken to Selena despite wanting to, and I cannot drag my thoughts away from her.
I'm contemplating feigning sickness to get out of attending the party. I'd told Liam that I would do pretty much anything for him sexually within reason, but I'm certain he's going to push me to my absolute limit. Recklessly, my only hard limit is being hurt out of anger due to Charlotte, but I have several soft limits, and I'm sure we're going to brush against them tonight. I'm nervous about not pleasing him or becoming overwhelmed by what he wants from me.
Liam strolls into the kitchen, whistling to himself then gives me a beaming smile.
"Good afternoon, Sub! I hope you slept well in preparation for tonight?"
"Yeah, if we don't count you waking me up at five for sex and sticking a butt plug in my arse," I respond, shoving my food aside.
"So, have you made your decision yet?" he asks whilst sticking bread in the toaster. "It'll be getting colder soon, and it would be wonderful to have someone warming my bed."
"I don't know," I grumble.
He stands behind me, and I feel his breath against the back of my neck, sending a chill down my spine. My collar is then dangled in front of me, and his other hand reaches around and slides over my bare leg towards my cage. Uncomfortably I begin to swell within my confinement.
"You're worse than Selena. I don't even know why you're torturing yourself by dragging this out when you've spent the majority of the week naked and bound in the playroom anyway. In fact, I can't believe how voracious your appetite for sex is, you dirty slut."
"Ahh, Master... Please let me out," I groan as my cock begins to hurt.
"I'm too tired right now so you'll have to wait until later. My friends will take great delight in trying to exhaust you," he growls. "Please them, and they may think about letting you out. Don't forget your preparation for tonight by the way."
Ah, yes, my defilement, as Liam had called it. I wonder if Liam will be a part of it or if he'll be standing back and watching. I'm not sure if I'm going to enjoy becoming a cum dumpster, but there is a definite thrill from the depravity of it. If it gets too much, I can always safe the fuck out.
"I'll do my best, Master," I respond, feeling distracted by my discomfort.
Liam moves his hand away, then removes his toast to butter it.
"I thought I should let you know that Selena is attending tonight," he suddenly drops on me. "Will that be a problem?"
"She is? Does she have to come?" I ask, feeling anxious.
After upsetting her last week, I'm not ready to see her. I'd made her cry, and I still feel terrible about it. I also don't want her knowing what I'm doing tonight. I fear that she'll be disgusted by my behaviour. I already know that some of my kinks horrify her and me being degraded in her view may be too much. I want to push her away to find someone who is more deserving but not so far away that I lose her entirely from my life.
"Yes, because I asked her to. You're not allowed to fuck her tonight."
"Is there any point in her coming if neither of us is sleeping with her?"
"I was hoping that she'll be there to witness you being a disgustingly, filthy cumslut. I might fuck her afterwards or see if she wants to join in," he grins.
Anger seethes through me at the mention of Selena being brought into it, and I slam my fist on the counter.
"You're not laying one finger on Selena, do you understand?!" I yell.
Liam doesn't seem shocked by my reaction.
"Is that an order, sub? Have I touched a nerve?" he smirks.
"I swear if you try to get her involved, I'm gone, and I'm taking Selena with me. You're already fucking lucky after the way you spoke to her last week," I growl.
"What do you mean by how I spoke to you last week?" Liam snaps.
"You're going to play dumb over that? I may be okay, and even get off over being spoken to disrespectfully, but I won't allow you to do that to her. Humiliate me all you want but Selena is off-limits to you."
"Do you hear yourself? You're in no position to order me around, sub."
"I am, and I'm telling you to back the fuck off! The best thing for her is to be with someone who appreciates her, not a fucked up masochist like me and someone like you."
I shove my stool out of the way and head upstairs to the bathroom to carry out my task ready for tonight and to cool off. If Selena decides to get involved with him and his friends, I won't stop her, but I don't want Liam enticing her. I know him for what he is; a charmer and I'm not having him pull that shit on her.
It takes me a while to carry out the "preparation" as he'd called it, which is a shocking event I don't want to experience again in a hurry. I then do some careful manscaping and trim my facial hair. I finish with a leisurely soak in the bath and lay back to close my eyes and try to centre myself as I breathe calmly.
Tonight will be okay, possibly amazing. If I weren't feeling stressed with everything else, I'd be really looking forward to it right now. I hadn't done a great deal of the humiliation aspect with Charlotte, and I'd only touched upon it a few times with Liam until this week, but it gave me similar feelings to physical pain and I could escape the rest of my existence for a bit. It's a new rabbit hole that's opened up, and I want to explore it. Anything that distracts me from reality seems like a good thing right now.
I get out the bath then grab a towel and start to hum, feeling slightly better for taking some time for myself. Liam wants me to be clean and pristine before the actual defilement, so I do feel like I've just performed a sacrificial ritual, but it's helped calm my mind too. I carefully reinsert the plug I'd been ordered to wear then I walk through to the playroom, quickly dry myself and check the time on my phone. There's still an hour to go until the event, so I walk to the study and sit down with my guitar.
"Matthew! Can you keep it down, I've got a cracking headache," Liam complains, walking into his study and sinking into the desk chair.
"Yeah, whatever," I respond, annoyed he has come to where I am just to complain.
"I was thinking about what you said earlier, and you're right about Selena. I was wrong to speak to her like I did and I'll apologise to her tonight. I shouldn't have taken it out on her. I'm going to ask Claudia to introduce her to some others if that's what you want?"
I stop playing and look up at him.
"Thank you, Liam. I'm sorry for snapping at you," I apologise.
"That's not to say I'll turn her away if she decides to stay with us, but I won't sleep with her tonight."
As I consider his face, I can see that he appears earnest.
"Hopefully she'll meet someone who'll sweep her off her feet then."
Liam drums on his desk with his fingertips as he appears to think about something then checks his watch.
"Have you prepped for tonight?" he asks.
"Yes," I respond awkwardly.
"Very good. Hmm, what else do we need to discuss? Ah, there won't be condoms tonight, but I won't allow anyone near you who I don't know the status of and I've given them your list of limits, safeword and signals."
"Great, that speeds that up then."
"Yes, I thought it would. Now make sure you dress nicely tonight. Your outfit is in my bedroom, carefully pressed. I need to double-check the preparations downstairs shortly then I'll be straight up."
"Alright, Liam. I'll start getting ready now then," I sigh and get up from the chair.
"Not yet," Liam says, beckoning me over. I put down my guitar, and apprehensively approach his desk. "Bend over."
I do as he asks and lean over his desk. He slides open his desk drawer, but instead of removing a tawse, he removes the key to my cage and some lubricant. Deftly he takes it off and runs his hands over me as he sits in his chair.
"Ahh, fuck," I groan as he fondles me from behind.
"Your body is so fucking sexy, slut. I've missed watching you strip, but I'm delighted that you've taken to walking around naked. Are you trying to tease me by doing this, or are you testing what being my property will be like when you're naked every single minute of the day?"
"Ah, I just forgot to dress after my shower," I respond.
"That's an interesting lapse of memory. You usually wear underwear at the very least?"
"Does it really matter if I don't? We don't have guests, yet."
"Well, you may make Janet blush, especially with the cage you've been wearing recently," Liam says softly. "Are you feeling less shy?"
He starts to tug on the buttplug, and I gasp in pleasure as he eases it out.
"Ah, shit... Yes, Master. I'm less concerned about being seen naked."
"So you'll be fine with being fucked downstairs from now on during my parties? Is it no longer a soft limit?" he says as he inserts two fingers inside me.
"Mmm, yes Master, do what you want from now on," I respond, feeling incredibly turned on.
One more finger enters me from behind. I remember my body being more resistant to this at the beginning of our relationship. I breathe hard and visualise myself open up to him as he exerts slight pressure and slips the forth in.
"We're making good progress, slut," Liam growls, standing up. "Kneel on my desk, wide and play with yourself."
Nervously I climb on to his desk and kneel with my legs spread apart. He starts to move his hand, and I begin to feel full as he works in past the knuckles on his fingers.
"Oh, fucking god," I cry out as I simultaneously feel like he's destroying and pleasuring me. Gently I run my hand over my cock, knowing I will not last very long like this.
"I cannot wait to fist you, slut. How dirty do you feel right now?"
"Dirty and really horny. Please let me cum, Master? It feels so fucking good when you touch me," I groan.
"Does it, slut? Beg again."
"Please let me cum, Master! I beg you to allow me to finish."
"Hmm, keep begging."
"Master, please? I can't hold back any longer," I cry.
"More..." he growls.
"Fuck, Master. I can't...please? Ah, just fuck me!"
He withdraws his fingers then drags me down to the edge of the desk again and rams his cock inside.
"Don't cum yet, slut," he growls.
He fucks me hard from behind and takes over stroking my cock, rougher than I had. His teeth bite down on my shoulder, and I cry out again. With a grunt, he orgasms, unable to hold himself back but his hand continues to grasp me after he withdraws.
"Uhhh, I'm gonna cum Master," I warn him, feeling my pleasure go through the roof.
Suddenly I'm pulled off the desk, and Liam holds my arms back with his own as I'm about to release, so I'm no longer stimulated, and my orgasm is ruined as I ejaculate. It is the ultimate, meanest act he could have done and I'm left feeling incredibly dissatisfied and irritated.
"Please me tonight, and I promise you that the orgasms you earn later will be mindblowing compared to the one you just missed out on," Liam whispers in my ear as he leaves the room.
After showering again, I apply camouflage makeup to hide my noticeable scars and then head to Liam's room to get changed with there only being fifteen minutes until his party starts.
I find Liam dressing in a well fitted, sharp-looking black tuxedo, and I can't help but want him again despite how annoyed I feel over my ruined orgasm. He'll definitely be turning some heads tonight, so I need to stay close to him. My bed spot is currently empty, and I don't want him filling it. He stops putting on his tie as he notices me in the mirror, and his eyes linger over my body.
"See something you like?" I taunt.
"What makes you think that?"
"Your jaw dropped. Do you like my body?"
"It's not awful," he responds, straightening up.
I slip up against him, placing my arms around his neck and look up onto his face. This was a trick straight out of Louise's book when she wanted something. Liam stiffens but doesn't push me away.
"I like the idea of you taking enjoyment out of looking upon my body. Would you rather that I remain naked around you? I think I can probably deal with that if we can resume our relationship like normal?"
Interestingly Liam seems a little flustered. He told me these kinds of things don't work on him, but that appears to be a lie as I watch his handsome face flush for the first time. His hand moves to my cheek, and lightly he kisses me.
"I order you to be naked in my company. In fact, you can start by attending the party naked with just your collar and your chastity cage. However, I cannot consider our relationship returning to how it was, yet."
"Has anyone's submissives ever attended without any clothes at all?" I ask.
"No, they haven't," he smiles.
"That sounds incredibly naughty. Do you think Claudia will be startled or impressed?" I whisper, in a bid to arouse him again.
"I have no idea..." he responds, seeming distracted.
"So when's the defilement happening?" I ask, gently tugging on his shirt.
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Okay, I was hoping they'll be time for me to please you in bed at some point tonight, Master. Just me and you," I sigh. "I can't help but want you all the time."
"Well, stay beside me all night, and I'll think about it."
He picks up my collar then snaps it on, and I can tell he's pleased by my behaviour as he smiles at me, warmly. Interestingly, he is someone who can be swayed by flattery and flirtation although to my dismay; he doesn't appear to want a round two.
I lay down on his bed on my front, idly watching as he finishes to get dressed and tucks his shirt back in. I'd heard the phrases of being the neck that turns the head. Maybe that would work in my situation? It's an interesting idea although in my case it would be for manipulative reasons.
"How many of your friends are attending tonight?" I ask.
"Apart from Claudia and Robert?"
"Yes."
"I have a couple of other friends attending too, but they haven't been in a while."
"All men?"
"Yes," he smiles. "Is that a problem?"
"What is the plan for tonight?"
"Stand around, bored shitless eating canapes and having drinks until all of the guests arrive. You will stay with me the entirety of the night and obey me."
"Okay, seems simple enough."
I roll off the bed and quickly tidy up my hair in his mirror. From behind, Liam starts fastening a bow tie around my neck then grins at me in the mirror.
"Your hair is a mess, but I kinda like it, and I do prefer you naked like this. Tonight should be interesting," he says, kissing me on the cheek.
He checks his watch then picks up the chastity device which he fastens back on, then places the keys in his jacket pocket. He opens the top drawer on his dresser then removes a length of black shibari rope and a gag.
"I love you, Master," I say sincerely, knowing I won't get the chance to speak to him for some time as he puts the gag on.
"Hands in front," he orders. "Obey me tonight, and I may be in an incredibly giving mood."
I do as I'm told, and hold still as he binds me with a simple double-column tie over my wrists. I consider the expression on his usually stern face whilst he does it, and affection shows in his eyes. He may not be saying it, but he does still love me at least.
As we step downstairs, I can hear music playing and the noise of others politely chattering. I've made Liam late, but he doesn't seem to have minded me distracting him. With a tug on the rope, Liam pulls me through the double doors and drags me behind him as he makes his way across the room towards Claudia and his other friends.
It's completely unnecessary, but Liam appears to enjoy theatrics, and the idea of dragging a naked, bound and gagged man before his guests was probably too good to pass up. I look up at Claudia's stunned, scarlet face as I lay on the floor beside her feet on my back. I was curious as to what her reaction would be, and to see her faintly embarrassed gives me a sense of satisfaction. She is human and not half as scary as I thought she was.
A foot pokes out from beneath her usual, magnificent gown, this time in a satin, blush pink, and I spot an elegant matching patent, pink stiletto with a black, five-inch heel.
"Oh my goodness, Liam. Whatever has he done to deserve such treatment?!" Claudia exclaims.
Liam's foot presses down on my crotch, making me wince with pain as my cage digs in.
"He's been a complete slut, fucking the other one without asking. He then abandoned me last Sunday for half a day without asking, and he got himself arrested at the beginning of last week for being violent. He's in court next week on an ABH charge."
He puts more pressure down, and I want to cry out with the pain. His eyes are glistening menacingly at me as he remains holding on to the rope. At that moment, I know that there is a good chance of mutual pleasure being on the table tonight.
"That's dreadful..." she says, seemingly not knowing what else to say.
Liam removes his foot and turns to speak to someone else, but Claudia's eyes remain on me, and her gaze lowers to the cage. She bites her lip, enjoying the view then whisks her eyes back up to my face. I wouldn't mind seeing what she is capable of if Liam does intend to share me. Her shoes look delightful.
I roll on to my front, then to my knees and crawl to Liam, resting my head against his leg. I use my cheek to caress him until he absent-mindedly starts to stroke my hair. Despite what he said to Claudia, I seem to be in his good books for the time being.
I sneak a glance up at the friends he's talking to and realise I don't recognise them. These may be the ones he was talking about in his room. One man seems only slightly older than me. He has black, short hair, a chin with a slight cleft and can be regarded as relatively good looking. Not in the same way as Liam's adonic perfection, but he has definite roguish qualities about him.
The man next to him is stockier, closer to thirty with mousey brown hair, with a tidy beard and appears to have broken his nose at some point. Look wise he seems fairly average and not someone I'd look twice at, but from his broad build, he probably has a physique to rival Liam's.
Both are wearing expensive watches, and their suits are absolutely pristine, just like Liam's. I don't know if these are friends he has met through his university days, via kink clubs or just rich snobs who paid to be here and then became his friend. Suddenly the black-haired man notices my gaze, and he looks down at me and gives me a lop-sided grin.
"Well, well... So is this your submissive you told me about on the phone, Liam?"
"It is."
"You forgot to mention how adorable he is... You lucky fox!"
"Lucky? The amount of grief he gives me. He has an attitude problem that needs fixing."
"So you got yourself a brat. Still, he is cute. I'd easily forgive terrible behaviour from one so appealing."
"He's not a brat as such; he's a switch," Liam sighs.
"Really? He doesn't look like one right now."
"Don't be fooled. He acts as he pleases because he's no longer intimidated by me. Punishment doesn't put him off either."
"Still, he's a masochist from what you said. At least he has that going for him."
"How did you meet, exactly?" the other man asks.
"James had met him through Charlotte, his previous Domme and introduced us. I now understand why she had trouble with him."
"That gothic chick Charlotte? She was fun. Is James attending tonight by any chance?" The first man smiles, looking amused.
"Unfortunately he couldn't make it tonight."
As I listen to them talking about me as if I'm some prized calf, I zone out as Liam's hand continues stroking me. I could easily go to sleep like this. Abruptly, Selena's voice cuts into their conversation, and I stop staring at the floor and look up into her beautiful face.
"Liam, thank you for inviting me. Sorry, I'm late," she apologises.
"William, George, this is Selena..." Liam says, introducing her.
Selena spots me beside Liam, and her mouth drops in shock at seeing me completely naked and already bound on the floor.
"Oh my god, Matthew. What happened to you!" She laughs.
"This is the other submissive of yours? Is she joining us?" The brown-haired man asks.
"Yes she is my other submissive, but she's not under any obligation tonight. What she does is entirely up to her. It's a little complicated," he says, looking down at me as I shoot him a warning glare.
Suddenly the lights dim and some woman comes out to perform, but before she starts, my rope is thrust into the hand of the black-haired man and Liam gestures for us to leave quietly. This seems incredibly shady, but I know it's so we can disappear before Selena notices. Liam clearly has taken on board what I had said, and I'm pleased about that.
I follow dutifully behind the two men towards the room they take me to. I feel slightly nervous, but I can probably handle whatever is coming.
I glance around the room as we enter and see that there are bottles of champagne chilling in a bucket on a low table in front of a chaise lounge. There is a rather imposing, mahogany, king-sized four-poster bed with matching burgundy drapes and bedspread at the other end of the room. On closer inspection, I notice wrought iron loops attached to the headboard and posts in several places just like on the playroom bed.
I kneel on the floor in front of them and face the floor, shaking slightly as my heart begins to pound and adrenaline courses through me. Someone pats me on the head and then strokes me across the shoulders, to comfort me, but then I hear their feet walk away to sit down. It would appear they're waiting for someone, probably Liam.
Liam's speeches were always very brief, but he has Selena to deal with, so I don't know how long he'll take. She's probably noticed that we've disappeared by now so escaping her will be tough. I decide to take a few moments to try and calm myself down.
"I don't know what he's complaining about. This lad is obedient without even being ordered to do anything," I hear the brown-haired man laugh.
"I was actually hoping he'd act out a little; I love a feisty brat. It's been a while since I've been with a masochist though."
The door suddenly opens behind me, and Liam walks through and locks it behind him. I look up and watch as he pours out a glass of champagne then downs it in one.
"Did you give her the slip?" the black-haired man asks.
"Yes, Will. I gave Claudia instructions to introduce her to some suitable, attractive, young men. No obligation to join any of them but I've given staff orders to keep her away from here."
"Good, I have little interest in being interrupted," William says.
"Slut, come here!" Liam barks as he sits down.
I crawl over on my knees towards the couch he's sitting on and rest my head on his lap, and he starts to stroke my hair. I watch as his friend William pulls a bag of white powder out of his pocket, and George begins to divide it into lines. So these friends of Liam's are into drugs, and I'm not the least bit surprised. Liam removes my gag so we can talk.
"Have you taken drugs before?" Liam asks quietly.
"Yes, Master. I've tried pretty much everything, just not heroin."
"You're a very naughty slut." Liam grins as he pours out another glass of champagne. "Drink?"
"Okay, Master," I respond, eager to please him.
Liam holds the glass to my lips, and I gulp it down without hesitation watch as both William and George snort a line with a rolled-up banknote. Liam pours out another glass for me, which I drink again, despite hating the taste. I want to be inebriated, escape reality and have the most freeing sex in my life. Immediately I'm led over to the bed, and Liam binds me to the baseboard with chains, upright on my knees on the floor.
"Number between one and ten, slut."
I hate this game. I'm tempted to choose one, but I know Liam will just choose one hour if I do. He can change it to how he sees fit, so I'm just being given the illusion of choice.
"Five please, Master."
The middle is the safest option. I hear Liam chuckle slightly.
"Someone has finally learned how this game works. Okay, a moderate amount of strikes. Now between one and five?"
"Three please, Master."
"Oh, that's good. There's exactly three of us," he laughs.
"Oh, goodie, I get to play," William says, walking over with George.
I brace myself for the strikes that are to follow and calm my breathing the best I can. I feel the flogger rapidly striking my upper back and then my arse in a figure of eight, warming me through and I sink into it in enjoyment as it continues.
Abruptly, pain sears across my skin as a cane is used to strike me, and I let out a small yelp in surprise.
"Count out the number of the strike and say thank you, Sir," William orders.
He strikes again, and I cry out.
"Two. Thank you, Sir..."
I've never had to thank Liam for caning me before, and this is disrupting me from processing the pain in the way that I usually do. I suspect this is an extra layer of punishment he has concocted because Liam complained that I enjoy it too much, and it appears to be working. I clench the bedposts hard as the strikes land in quick succession across my arse and back of my legs.
"Fifty, thank you, Sir," I utter, hoping this is the final one.
My body is damp from perspiration, making the welts sting. I rest my head against the frame of the bed, feeling slightly disoriented, but incredibly horny. I really, need someone to start fucking me soon and to remove the damn cage restraining me.
Intense pain brings me back to reality as a tawse is used against the back of my legs.
"Ahh, fuck!" I yell, unable to hold back.
I glance backwards and see Liam smiling with the implement in hand. He's bare-chested, and he looks godlike with his blonde hair freely flowing. I turn around knowing he wants to continue, and I silently pray that I don't end up using my safeword.
The next lands and I blink back the tears. I hate the tawse. If anything can break me out of his toolbox of pain, it's this barbaric thing. I yell out again on the next one, and I pull against the restraints, painfully.