Chapter 4

Pleasing The Project Managers.

Master Allan hugged me tightly while I sobbed into his shoulder. Tears streamed down my face, leaving a tiny wet patch on his shoulder. We stayed silent until he finally spoke softly, “Shh, Shh, Ah, Laura, I’m so pleased to see you.” “You did so well today. You were perfect,” he said, hugging me tightly. “Come along, let's get you out of the shirt and into a long, hot shower,” he said, comforting me.

He grabbed the sides of my face and kissed me several times, each kiss delicate on the lips. I immediately felt relaxed and safe in his arms. “Thank you, Master,” I whispered.

He held my hand and led me to the room he called my bedroom. The bed was neatly made, with a fresh towel, a selection of shampoos and body washes, and a small box of brand-new makeup. Also neatly laid out with these items was a small-to-medium-sized stainless-steel butt plug with a long, furry black-and-white tail, as well as a very sexy bra.

“I hope all of these things are adequate for you,” he said in a caring tone.

After looking over everything, I said appreciatively, “Yes, Master, they look great, and thank you.” I kissed him softly at first, but moments later, we were kissing passionately. The embarrassment and humiliation quickly disappeared as the kissing started the arousal process again.

After a minute or so, he pulled back and said, “Let’s get the top off and into the wash. After you’ve cleaned up, I’d like you to come out to the backyard and sit with me for a drink. I have some guests here now discussing our building project.”

“Yes, Master, and thank you again,” I said, smiling as he pulled the cum covered shirt up over my head. With it in his hand, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I went through everything on the bed. After selecting my body wash and shampoo, I grabbed the towel and headed into the ensuite bathroom. The instant the warm water touched my filthy body, I let out a loud sigh. It felt incredibly soothing. I used the handheld showerhead to wash every part of my body, making sure to reach every nook and cranny. I stayed under the shower for almost thirty minutes. After washing my hair and body, the foul smell of dried semen and men’s sweat was replaced by a fresh, soapy scent.

After showering, I styled my hair and applied makeup. I was impressed by the variety of items Master Allan had provided. He was clearly a caring yet strict Master. Once I finished, I neatly stored everything in the bathroom cupboard, sensing I would return here to use them again.

Now that I looked presentable enough to face people again, I picked up the butt plug from the bed. I licked its steel, bulbous end and pushed it into my sphincter. I wriggled it back and forth, and the moment it stretched open enough to let it in, I gasped. My bum was still sore and sensitive from the pounding it had taken earlier. The long, furry tail hung down behind my legs. I tugged on it and felt the plug move inside me. Because the area was so sensitive, I thought it was more than usual.

Finally, I put on the bra. It featured black leather straps that crossed over the shoulders and buckled at the back in a traditional style. The straps then wrapped around the front, encircling the breasts and weaving back in a zigzag pattern. Over the breasts, the straps supported small chains that dangled and swayed over each nipple, which had become sensitive from all the squeezing earlier today at the beach tent. Perhaps Master Allan had anticipated this, choosing this bra and plug for precisely that reason. It was an incredibly sexy, very revealing piece.

One quick look at myself in the mirror, and I thought I was back to my old self, wearing a collar, a chastity belt, a sexy bra, and a butt plug, with a black-and-white bushy tail. I was clean, smelled good, and back in action. It’s amazing what a hot shower can do.

I wandered through the house, the tail brushing against the backs of my legs. I passed through the kitchen and out to the back yard, where Master Allan and three other men were seated in wide wooden chairs around a low, circular timber table. “Ah, Laura, you look fantastic. Please come and join us,” Master Allan said, pointing to a soft square cushion on the floor beside his chair.

“Yes, Master,” I replied.

“Gentlemen, I’d like you to meet Laura. She’s my new trainee. It’s perfectly fine to carry on speaking in front of her,” he told the men.

The three men smiled and acknowledged me as I knelt on the cushion. I returned their smiles and tried my best not to meet their eyes. “Here you go, Laura. I thought you might need this now,” Master Allan said, handing me the whiskey and ice he had already poured and left on the table for me.

"Thank you, Master,” I replied. I noticed the comment caught the attention of all three men.

I kept sipping my drink and staring at the tabletop so I wouldn’t look at the men. Winnie, Master Allan’s dog, wandered up to greet me. She sat on the mat and leaned against me so I could stroke her. I noticed two small devices on the table beside Master Allan’s glass and wondered what they were for.

The men continued discussing the final touches and fit-out of a new building project for Master Allan. My ears pricked up when I heard the words cellar, dungeon and playroom. I also noticed the three men looked directly at me when these words were mentioned. I had no idea what they were talking about.

Eventually, my knees began to ache, and I was shuffling on the cushion, trying to get more comfortable. As soon as Master Allan noticed, he patted his thigh and said, “Laura, please come up here and sit on my lap.”

I got up and sat on his lap, making sure the bushy tail of the butt plug hung between his legs. I was at a slight angle until Master repositioned me so my head was back near his right shoulder and my legs were spread over his. My labia and clitoral head were beginning to protrude slightly through the slot, which faced the other men.

I tried hard not to notice their reaction, but I couldn’t help noticing their eyes were drawn between my legs. Whilst Master Allan spoke, he brushed his left hand over the front of the bra. My erect nipple pushed through the chains.

I was becoming increasingly aroused. I finished my drink and handed him the glass. As his hands delicately roamed over my body, I became increasingly aroused, and I rested my head back against his shoulder.

He traced over both breasts, pausing to circle each nipple through the chains hanging in front. Slowly, his left hand slid down over my stomach, over the chastity belt's strap, and down my thigh. His hand began stroking my inner thigh. Fuck! I was getting hornier the closer his hand came to my locked-up vagina. I opened my left leg slightly wider, making the chastity belt press a little harder against my labia. My head pressed back into his shoulder, my eyes closed, feeling his hand.

I felt his fingers slide down the centre of the chastity belt, gently brushing my clitoral hood and labia several times through the slot. I arched my back slightly and let out a gasp. Even though this was happening directly in front of the three men I had never seen before, nor had I officially met, I didn’t feel embarrassed or nervous in any way whatsoever. Being close to Master Allan gave me a sense of security; I was subconsciously willing to go further and try more than I normally would.

The three men watched as Master Allan’s fingers moved gently through the slot. I could tell my arousal was becoming evident to them. Eventually, Master leaned in, grasped the fluffy tail, gently curled it, and began stroking my labia with it. Immediately, my hips bucked slightly; his teasing was quickly bringing me to the edge again. When I was close, he stopped and said, “Laura, up we get. I won’t show these gentlemen why there are certain things I want done a certain way for our building project.” I climbed off his lap and awaited further instructions.

He stood up, pointed to a spot on the ground, and said, “Laura, stand here in the inspection position with your eyes closed. Do not open them until I tell you.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied.

I positioned myself exactly as he instructed, with my legs spread, my hands clasped behind my head, and my eyes shut.

I heard a chair shift on the concrete floor as someone rose, sensing a nearby presence quietly observing and judging. At one point, they were so close I felt their warm breath on my neck, which quickened my heartbeat, blending nervousness with a strange thrill. My nipples reacted, touched by the chains, while my clitoris became more sensitive under the chastity belt.

My body twitched faintly when this person's hand brushed against my hip. It traced the strap of the chastity belt around to the back, where it connected, then moved down to the tail of the butt plug. A gentle tug on the tail sent a tingling sensation through my whole body. Meanwhile, a second hand began on the opposite hip, sliding around the front. When it reached the central part of the chastity belt, it moved carefully and slowly down the vertical slot.

The moment the finger touched the clitoral hood through the slot, I bucked my hips. It spent some time gently stroking the aroused flesh of my trapped labia. My hips bucked even more. I felt a wetness between my legs quickly form, to the point it started to trickle slowly between the chastity belt and my leg. I was so fucking horny at that stage.

The person’s hand was removed, followed by the sound of chair movement on the concrete. “It’s okay, Laura, you can open your eyes.”

“Come over here, Laura,” Master Allan instructed.

I went over and stood exactly where he wanted me, directly under a verandah beam and between two fixed loops attached to the concrete. I knew straight away what he was going to do. It had been rehearsed so many times before throughout my life. He took out a pair of leather cuffs from his pocket. Seeing them, I automatically presented my wrists to him. “Good girl,” he said as he attached the cuffs.

He tied them together with a piece of rope, pulled my wrists up, and tied them off to a loop on the overhead beam. He took two larger cuffs from the nearby table and locked each around my ankles. He tied each to the loop attached to the concrete, forcing my legs wide apart. I faced the three men at the table, helpless, arms overhead and legs spread. Master Allan then picked up that little device from the table and bent down in front of me. He placed it against the chastity belt, right over the clitoral hood. It snapped into place, magnetically held.

I knew straight away: it’s a remote-controlled magnetic vibrator that attaches to the outside of your knickers, with a metal pad inside.

He picked up a blindfold from the nearby table and placed it over my eyes, blocking out all light. My focus shifted to guessing what would happen next.

As Master used the remote to select the vibrator, my body flinched involuntarily as intense vibrations passed from the chastity belt directly to my clitoris and labia. With my eyes blindfolded, I could do nothing but focus on what was happening to my body. Oh fuck, I quickly became more aroused. The intense vibrations seemed to fill my entire body; it felt as though the whole centre plate of the chastity belt was vibrating into me. My labia and clitoris were being buzzed at the same time. After a while, I came close to orgasm. When this happened, the vibrator was turned off, leaving me aroused but with a sudden, empty erotic void.

“Well, gentlemen, what do you think? This is just a small taste. Now you can see why I want what I want for our project,” Master Allan said to the other men.

Just as I heard the three men comment, the vibrator was turned back on, sending erotic vibrations through my body and making me flinch against the restraints. My helpless, almost vulnerable state brought me close to orgasm in no time at all. Master kept me on the edge, at the crest.

My body was filled with excitement, and as I neared orgasm, he turned off the vibrator. He was thoroughly enjoying watching me ride this wave of pleasure, the constant cycle repeating. I was utterly absorbed in the sensations between my legs, unaware of the conversation nearby. I was now incredibly horny and becoming more desperate to be fucked than ever.

“Look at her, gentlemen. She’s dripping with arousal, partly from the vibrator and partly from her helpless situation.” “I’ve kept her on the brink of orgasm,” Master informs the three men. “Anyone care for a taste? Don’t worry, your identity is safe; she can’t see you.”

A sudden shift in the chairs again as one or two of the men stood up. At the same time, the vibrator was back on high. I moaned a little louder and swayed my hips even more. A pair of hands slid over the contours of my arse cheeks. The tail of the butt plug was gently tugged, sending a spike of erotic sensation through my body. Fingers slid between my legs, exploring the sides of the chastity belt. I pushed against their hand, silently telling them I wanted more. I felt one of them wipe the bottom-most point of the chastity belt, as if to scoop up some of my dripping vaginal fluids.

“Here, let me help you guys get a better taste,” I heard Master Allan say to the other men as he began unlocking my chastity belt. “But do not remove that butt plug!” he added sternly, sending a shiver down my spine.

Even though I had only been wearing this belt for the better part of seven or eight hours, the moment it left my body, I felt a spike of vulnerability, a sense of unimpeded access to anyone who wanted it. The gentle breeze between my legs made the wetness more apparent and the muskiness of my aroused sex more pronounced than before.

My wrists were bound to the beam overhead, and my ankles were spread wide apart. I was at the mercy of the men circling me, like sharks, ready to pick me off one by one. The moment two fat fingers pushed through the entrance of my vagina, I immediately thought the feeding frenzy was about to start.

A loud moan escaped me as fingers pushed deep into my aroused sex. Hands were on my breasts, squeezing and pulling at my erect nipples, hidden beneath the chains of the bra. Another hand behind me tugged gently on the tail of the butt plug, each time making my sphincter muscles clamp tightly as if to prevent it from being removed. I surreptitiously sank my weight onto the hand between my legs and pushed back into the hand behind me. I wanted more. I wanted it deeper. Master had kept me on the edge for more than an hour. In fact, I’d been on the edge of climax since leaving home this morning. Now I was even closer than ever, with three horny men wanting to feast on my arousal.

In my helpless situation, with six hands exploring every inch of my body, I felt my desperation growing with each passing second. “Master, please! Please! I want it so bad,” I panted. “Please, Master, let me fuck them,” I begged.

Seconds later, the ropes restraining my ankles were released, and my wrists, still tied together, were lowered from the overhead beam. Before I even had a chance to think, I was manhandled out onto the back lawn. I was placed face down on a footstool. The rope tails from the wrist cuffs were passed back beneath the stool and quickly tied off to each ankle cuff, preventing me from extending either leg outward or keeping my knees apart.

I could feel the bushy tail from the butt plug hanging down between my legs, brushing against my open labia and clitoris. The manhandling and being restrained in such a vulnerable position hadn’t quelled my arousal in any way whatsoever. In fact, it had enhanced it; I wanted them to fuck more than ever.

Being blindfolded made my hearing far more acute, allowing me to hear what was happening around me. I sensed someone moving close to my face and heard someone getting into position behind me. I thought to myself, the feeding now begins.

The person in front held me by the head, a hand on either side of my face, and tilted my head up. I opened my mouth, knowing too well what was about to come. The hard cock was pushed between my lips, its entire head inside my mouth. I began eagerly sucking, immediately tasting the precum.

Behind me, the bushy tail lifted over my back, clearing a direct path to my dripping vagina. The moment my arse cheeks were spread, the head of a hard cock was pushed against the entrance of my vagina. I automatically pushed my body back against it, inviting it inside me. My sopping-wet vagina stretched open, allowing it to slide easily into me to the hilt. His thighs slapped into my arse cheeks the moment he reached maximum penetration. It was stiff enough to make me moan with another person’s cock deep in my mouth.

Several hard thrusts from behind were enough to bring me to orgasm. It was long and intense, my pelvic muscles tightening, my vaginal muscles squeezing his cock. The moment I orgasmed, he pulled me in hard and held me against him, a hand on each hip. My body shook and quivered until the orgasm passed. That triggered the guy in front of me to cum hard into my mouth. Several squirts of hot ejaculate pumped into my mouth. I kept sucking and swallowing eagerly, as if I thought he could somehow produce more than he already had.

The guy fucking from behind eventually came. Unbeknownst to me, he was wearing a condom. He took the position in front of my face, replacing the previous guy. I heard that familiar stretching and slapping sound of latex as he removed the condom. He pushed his semi-flaccid cock towards my lips. I smelled the condom as I opened my mouth and took his cock in. I sucked it gently, sliding my lips up and down the shaft and back over the head, tasting remnants of his ejaculate. It didn’t take long before this cock was reasonably hard again.

Whilst that was happening at the front, the third guy moved into position behind me and, without hesitation, began fucking me from behind. Each time he slammed to the hilt, he paused, holding me back against him with his cock impaling me. He then withdrew slowly until his head was pushing at the entrance again. He waited a few seconds, then slammed back into me. Each time, his balls banged against my clitoris.

It wasn’t either the cock fucking me from behind or the one fucking my mouth that really aroused me; it was the situation of being sexually used while restrained, leaving my body helpless and vulnerable. This was always the case whenever I was restrained in some manner. The arousal mostly came from the fact that someone could do whatever they wanted with me, as often as they wished to, and there was nothing I could do about it.

The act of surrendering my mind and body to Master Allan to pleasure his business associates and allowing them to have as much sex as they wanted before they returned to their homes. Master Allan had provided the means; I was just the receptacle. Even if this might seem unfair to some, I was being rewarded by the restraints, by my submission, in turn with the physical and psychological pleasure received by this very act.

Submission was embedded in my nature, personality, and body. I craved it. I was addicted to this taboo topic that most people either cannot or will not understand, one they won't learn about unless they experience it firsthand. Bondage was a tool that facilitated submission, allowing the intensity to reach its peak as efficiently as possible. I was addicted to the intense pleasure I could give others and to the pleasure I received when it rewarded me. It was much more than just an activity, a sexual act, or an erotic game. It was a profound desire that radiated from my core and throughout my entire body. It was safe, sane, and consensual, and I wanted as much as I could get.

The submissive is like a blank canvas, with the Master acting as the artist, guiding and shaping the submissive's journey to optimise their mutual pleasure and fulfill their desires for each other and those they select. 

All three men had swapped positions several times, each ejaculating several times, either in my mouth or into a condom whilst fucking me. By the time they finally stopped from exhaustion, they were dressed and ready to leave, whilst I was still tied over the footstall on the back lawn.

Master Allan untied me and removed the butt plug from my anus. He helped me to my feet. “Laura, you are a truly beautiful submissive. The pleasure you give everyone is intense. It shows every time,” he said.

“Thank you, Master,” I replied. “I always try to do my best.”

“You do. It's obvious, and you can really feel it if you are one of the lucky ones to receive it,” he said.

"Master, why did you make the men use a condom this time and earlier today at the beach?” I asked.

He drew closer and embraced me, whispering, "Partly for health reasons, but mostly because I want you all to myself tonight.” He kissed me deeply and passionately, our tongues gently exploring each other’s mouths.

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