Chapter 02

Ownership begins, Test #1

Allan lived about a ten to fifteen-minute walk from that end of the beach. After giving me his address, I said I’d meet him as soon as I could after picking up my car.

I quickly put Max back on his leash. I grabbed my bag and towel, then walked back to the Northern carpark. Upon reaching the non-nude line of the beach, I stopped briefly and put my bikini back on.

I was still aroused since Allan had begun playing with my body. As I drove the short distance to Allan’s house, so many thoughts raced through my mind about what would happen when I arrived. I had a feeling he was experienced in dominance and submission. He gave off the impression of being more experienced than he let on.

Upon finding Allan’s house, I parked my car in his driveway. It was an older, eighties-style, single-storey brick-veneer house with an unkempt, overgrown front garden.

I held Max tightly by his collar as I knocked on the front door. Allan’s dog, Winnie, immediately barked at us from the other side. When Allan opened the door, Max raced inside and greeted Winnie as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. When Allan closed the door behind me, the two dogs were already outside in the backyard.

“Strip,” Allan commanded the moment the front door latched shut.

“Yes, sir,” I replied without hesitation.

I stepped out of my sandals and stood in the entrance hall with my feet shoulder-width apart. I slowly removed my bikini top and handed it to Allan. Then I untied the strings on each side of my bikini bottoms and let them slip off. I gave the bikini bottoms to Allan, who took them and locked them away in his bedroom.

He looked straight at me and said in a loud voice, “You’ve created a wet patch in the crotch of these; I hope they aren’t soiled.”

I quickly looked down, avoiding his gaze. Anxiety flooded me as I nervously replied, “I’m sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again.”

“Good!” he roared. “I’m locking these away until you’re ready to leave.”

Straight away, I thought this wasn’t going to be a short stay. He obviously had a plan for me.

“Stand with legs apart, wrists crossed behind your back,” he commanded loudly.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

I widened my stance, crossing my wrists behind my back. I could feel my labia opening and juices trickling down. Allan went into another room. I did not know Allan’s background or BDSM experience—I had met him only two hours earlier. It was hard to believe I was about to surrender myself physically and mentally to someone I barely knew. If my Master had arranged this, I could trust him. Otherwise, I would have to depend on my instincts and experience.

A while later, Allan returned, holding a length of cotton rope. He went behind me and began tying my wrists together. He handled the rope with surprising aggression, and when he tied off the knots, he suddenly became dominant and strict, utterly different from his calm, placid manner at the beach.

He took Winnie’s leash from the hall stand, clipped it to the small loop on my collar, and led me through the house into the kitchen.

“Do you drink bourbon, slave?” he asked, holding a bottle of Jack's.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

“Neat with ice?” he abruptly asked.

Without looking directly at him, I just nodded as if to say yes.

“What was that slave? I didn’t hear your voice!” boomed his voice.

“I’m sorry, Sir, yes, please neat with plenty of ice,” I nervously answered.

Allan half-filled two glasses with ice, then poured bourbon into them. He placed a small straw in one glass and held it out to me.

“Here, have a drink, a big one; don’t stop until I tell you!” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, taking the straw between my teeth and beginning to suck.

I kept sucking and swallowing the bourbon, watching the level in the glass drop dramatically, waiting for another command.

When the glass was almost empty, “STOP!” Allan shouted, making me jump.

I took a deep breath and said, “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.”

He refilled the glass to almost the same level again. Then, picking up the two glasses in one hand and using his spare hand to hold the leash attached to my collar, he led me outside into the yard.

The backyard featured a large entertainment area, a reasonable-sized swimming pool, and an adjoining BBQ area. There were several tables, chairs, and sun lounges. The backyard looked entirely private, surrounded by high fences. The two dogs were happily running around the yard, playing.

He was dressed only in a pair of thin nylon shorts and a T-shirt. Allan’s cock created a bulge in the front of his shorts.

With my wrists still tied together behind my back, he helped me onto a sun lounger and then pulled the two rope tails from my bound wrists under my bum to the front. He then pulled my ankles up close to my bum and tied them with the rope tails, preventing me from straightening my legs. In this position, my knees were wide open and against the armrests, exposing my vagina. I was so aroused.

Allan placed the straw to my lips once more and commanded, “Drink, slave girl. Keep drinking until I tell you to stop.”

Before I could answer, the straw was already in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed the bourbon, wondering when he would give the next command. I watched the level in the glass drop until it was a quarter full.

“STOP!” he shouted.

I immediately stopped sucking and took a couple of deep breaths.

I hadn’t eaten since mid-morning, and my empty stomach made the bourbon’s effects hit me straight in the head. Allan knew only too well the impact it was having on me. I knew I wouldn’t be driving home tonight.

“By the way, Slave, you didn’t answer me earlier. You deserve some punishment for that,” he said.

He pushed the back of the sun lounger down, making me lean back and exposing my naked vulva between my open knees. He began smacking my pussy hard and quickly, at least 20 times with his right hand. I yelped loudly, trying to wriggle and squirm away from his hand. When he stopped, I felt the heat rushing from my crotch, the stinging sensation slowly subsiding.

“What do you have to say about that slave?” Allan's voice boomed.

“Thank you, Sir, for the punishment,” I replied nervously.

“Mmm, I can see someone has trained you well,” he said, grinning slyly.

‘Yes, Sir, they have,” I replied loudly and arrogantly.

Allan’s experience began to show, and I will never know for sure whether my Master had deliberately picked Allan to meet me or if he was just a random guy at the beach.

Allan raised the back of the sun lounge and then left me alone, helplessly restrained with my wrists and tied together as he took my glass back inside the house. The effects of the alcohol were making me feel quite lightheaded.

Allan returned, holding another glass, half full of something other than bourbon, and a small tube of ointment, which he set on the table beside the sun lounger.

He held the glass up and said, “Laura, this drink contains a blend of Chinese herbs. It acts somewhat like a female Viagra and will also help you relax fully. Are you willing to try some?”

“Yes, Sir, if I can stay the night and it’s safe and legal, I’m willing to try it,” I replied.

I then followed up with, “Sir, what is in that small tube?”

He smiled at me and replied, “That’s a unique ointment; when applied to the labia and clitoris, it causes minor swelling and a heating sensation that significantly enhances arousal.”

“Are you willing to try that, too?” Allan asked.

‘Yes, Sir, I am always up for experimentation,” I replied.

I’ve had similar experiences before. I once tried a special cream made from bee venom that made the labia and vulva swell for several hours. It also made the muscles around the vagina swell and tighten, intensifying the arousal to unimaginable levels. It had the same effect as a pussy pump. I don’t mind experimenting with new things.

Allan picked up the ointment tube and squeezed a blob onto his fingertip. He reached between my legs and carefully smeared the ointment over my labia and vulva. At first, I gasped as he touched my pussy, helpless. Shortly afterwards, I felt the heat and swelling increase. The effects slowly intensified as the minutes passed. 

I closed my eyes as the arousal intensified with the ointment's effects. My labia and clitoris quickly became ultra-sensitive. It was an unusual sensation, yet it made me incredibly horny in no time at all. It was like an itch; I badly wanted to touch or rub the spot where the cream had been applied.

I closed my eyes and gasped softly as my arousal increased; Allan chuckled, fully aware of the effect it was having. He then raised the glass of the Chinese herbal concoction to my lips and said, “Here, drink this; it won’t hurt you, but it’s going to keep you relaxed and horny all night.”

He held my head tilted back, his thumb on my chin, keeping my mouth open. The concoction was poured into my mouth, and I quickly gulped it down. It tasted disgusting, but Allan quickly pushed a straw into my mouth so I could finish that last glass of Bourbon and wash it away.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you the taste is disgusting; luckily, you still had some Bourbon left,” he said, laughing as I pulled a horrible face.

“That concoction acts like Viagra in men, takes effect in about forty-five minutes to an hour, and should last all night. I’ve given it to someone several times and found it very effective. The herbs calm and relax you, enhancing the effects of the other ingredients,” he explained.

Allan lay back on the other sun lounger, sipping his bourbon, watching me closely for the effects to take hold. My body tingled, my head began to spin, and I felt very relaxed.

After about thirty minutes, Allan reached between my legs and rubbed his long index finger several times along my slit. That alone brought me to the edge. I was so fucking horny, I was close to orgasm without any physical intervention. The concoction, ointment, and alcohol were already having an effect, and I was becoming more relaxed and hornier by the minute, especially from the combination of Chinese herbs and the hot sensation of the ointment. 

He smiled and said, “Ah, things seem to be going to plan. I can see how unbelievably wet you already are. You are such a good slave girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” I said in a calm, relaxed voice.

Allan smiled and untied my ankles, leaving my wrists tied behind my back. He helped me straighten my legs on the sun lounger, which had been stiff from bending. I lay back, totally relaxed yet very aroused. All I could think about was what was happening between my legs. The ointment was causing a tingling sensation across my labia and making my entire vulva feel very hot.

Allan stood off to the side of the sun lounger and removed his T-shirt, revealing his athletic body. He then slowly pulled his shorts down to the ground. His long, hard cock sprang to attention.

He swung his left leg over me, straddling the lounge with his cock close to my face. After a slight forward movement of his hips, the tip of his cock was at my lips. In no time at all, it was inside my mouth, my lips sliding down the shaft. I sucked his cock eagerly, the best I could without using my hands. In no time at all, I began tasting precum. I was desperate for sex, desperate to soothe that itch between my legs, desperate to feel his vein-ribbed cock slide into my vagina.

As I sucked his cock, Allan gripped the sides of my head and began thrusting his hips back and forth. His cock was too long for me to take its full length into my mouth, let alone my throat. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. He must be close, as his groans grew louder. He withdrew his cock before he could cum. A string of precum and my saliva stretched between his cock and my lips until it finally snapped, falling over my breasts.

Allan leaned in and began kissing me passionately, while at the same time placing his hand between my legs. I swung my right leg over the side of the sun lounger, giving him unimpeded access. We kissed, our tongues in each other's mouths, as he rubbed my ultra-sensitive vulva. The moment he plunged two fingers into my vagina, I gasped loudly as they slid effortlessly through the entrance. The instant pleasure made my hips rise automatically, as if I were trying to get them deeper inside me.

He finger-fucked my saturated pussy several times, my arousal producing copious lubrication that let his fingers glide easily in and out of the entrance. “You are so fucking wet from arousal,” he said.

I had been horny and leaking vaginal fluids for most of the day. The ointment had substantially increased my sensitivity and the amount my body produced.

Allan pushed the back of the sun lounger down flat so he could spread my legs wider. He positioned himself and pressed his face into my vulva. He plunged his tongue into my slit, swirling it around and flicking it back and forth over the labia. The moment he sucked my clitoris, I arched my back with pleasure. I moaned loudly as his tongue danced over my oversensitive pussy.

“Please, Master, please may I cum? Please, Master!” I begged, begging for release.

Before he even had a chance to answer, I orgasmed intensely the moment his tongue pushed into the entrance of my vagina. The orgasm was more intense than usual; my entire body shook and shuddered.

The combined effects of the alcohol, ointment, and herbal concoction increased the intensity. Before Allan could scold me for climaxing without permission, I apologised for not asking. “Master, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t control it,” I said, fearing possible punishment.

Allan remained silent, only smiling as he knelt beside the sun lounger. He forced my legs further apart and applied more ointment to my vagina. I was too relaxed to care or fight it.

With my wrists still bound behind my back, Allan began fingering my vagina hard and fast. In no time at all, another orgasm flooded through my body, as intense as the previous one, if not more so. Vaginal fluids gushed over his hand. I was moaning loudly enough for his neighbours to hear. He kept fingering my pussy. I was bucking my hips with at least four of his fingers inside me; the pleasure was intense, something I hadn’t felt since my husband left for overseas.

Multiple orgasms soon arrived one after another; when Allan finally stopped, they continued for some time like aftershocks of an earthquake.

Allan entered the house, leaving me exhausted and sprawled on the sun lounge. The two dogs, Max and Winnie, approached to check on me. Max licked my face, but I was too exhausted and relaxed to resist, with my wrists tied behind my back.

Allan eventually returned, holding a pair of leather wrist cuffs and a black ball gag.

“I think you need this gag, Laura; our neighbours might complain about your moans,” he said, laughing.

I nodded, feeling exhausted and too relaxed to say much. Once he secured the ball gag tightly around my head, it blocked my ability to speak or make much noise, aside from a muffled moan.

The ointment was working; I desperately needed someone to touch or rub my pussy to relieve the intense tingling from the second application. It was this second application that kept the sensation going all night.

“Stand and present yourself, legs apart!” Allan shouted.

I slowly stood up with Allan's help. I felt very unsteady. I spread my feet wide apart.

Allan smacked my arse cheeks hard, making me give a muffled yelp through the gag. “I didn’t hear you, slave!”

For Allan’s amusement, I tried to speak through the gag, but only incomprehensible noise came out, making me shake my head in frustration. 

Allan untied my wrists from the rope and resecured them in leather cuffs. He brought them around to the front, then threaded the rope through the metal loops of both cuffs to tie them together.

I felt extremely unsteady on my feet and a bit lightheaded, with everything spinning around me. Despite this, I remained highly aroused and relaxed, not caring about what might happen next.

He guided me into the house, holding the rope attached to the wrist cuffs. He sat me in a large, comfortable single-seater lounge chair covered in brown velour. He lifted my arms back above my head so a rope could be tied off to a beam above. This prevented me from leaning forward, forcing me back against the backrest. 

Now that I was restrained, I watched Allan swallow a couple of blue pills and wondered whether they were Viagra. His cock was still rock hard. I wanted it inside me; I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but the gag prevented me from saying much more than a moan. Drool from the ball gag was streaming down over my breasts.

Even though this chair was meant to be just a single seat, it was wide enough for Allan to squish in alongside me. He lifted me onto his lap with his strong arms, so he was sitting beneath me. The moment I opened my legs slightly wider, his hard cock sprang up between them and rested against my slit. He reached around my front and spread my thighs as wide as the chair would allow.

I began thrusting my hips back and forth, making his cock slide against my clitoris. Allan picked up the small bottle of lubricant sitting on the table next to the chair and squeezed the contents over his upright cock and my hairless pussy. He spread the lubricant over my labia and the head of his cock. All I could do in my helpless situation was watch what he was doing and hope he would soon be buried inside me.

“You’re such a sexually charged slut, aren’t you, Laura? You fucking want me so badly, don’t you?” he said teasingly.

I nodded and looked at him in desperation, giving a couple of quick thrusts with my hips, trying to slide my lubed-up pussy against his long shaft. I was gagged. I hoped this was giving him a hint of what I really wanted.

He pressed his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “This tight little cunt of yours is going to be well and truly fucked tonight, Laura. We are not stopping until it’s sunrise. I bet you can’t wait for the other guys to arrive home, hey! Three hard cocks pounding your helpless holes all night. You fucking want that, don’t you? You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

I nodded and let out a little whimper through the gag.

This was the first time he’d mentioned anyone else living here, let alone joining us. At this point, I didn’t care how many cocks there were; all I knew was that I wanted it so badly tonight. My pussy was on fire.

The more Allan spoke dirty to me, the more desperate I became. I was sliding my slit along his shaft. My clitoris was swollen, poking out from its little hood. This ointment really worked.

Allan shuffled back in the chair and lifted my body with one hand, using the other to guide his stiff cock into my pussy. I moaned through the gag as its head stretched my vagina, pushing through the opening. The moment the head penetrated, the shaft slid deep into me as he lowered me onto his lap. I was being impaled; my arms tied high behind me made it impossible to do much. This position kept me from even trying to stand.

Allan reached around in front and held my thighs wide open; he smacked the insides of them hard the moment I closed them the slightest amount, or even if he thought I might.

“Do not close your legs! Keep them wide open, or I’ll fucking punish you! You understand, little slut?” he roared.

I just nodded in acknowledgement.

He grabbed each of my nipples, which were fully erect. He held each one tightly and squeezed hard. The sharp pain made me wriggle and squirm. The moment I did, I felt his cock move inside me. It was a reminder that he had me helplessly impaled.

He ran his fingers gently over my mound and my clitoris, teasing me. I moaned; I wanted him to stop and just fuck me. He kept me on the edge the entire time.

“If you weren’t gagged, I’d have you on your knees, begging me to fuck you. You want me, don’t you?” he whispered near my ear.

Before I even had a chance to nod, he lifted my entire body several inches and then dropped me back down. He kept doing this repeatedly, rubbing my clitoris between each cycle. I was so aroused that I orgasmed after about the third or fourth cycle. The orgasm was intense, making my entire body quiver on top of him. His cock was covered in my creamy vaginal fluids, providing even greater lubrication.

He waited for the orgasm to pass, then lifted me higher and quickly pulled me back down onto his lap. Oh fuck! It was so intense. Each time, it felt as if his cock were being buried deeper inside me, and each time I let out a muffled moan through the gag, overwhelmed by pleasure.

The moment Allan’s two housemates arrived home, they paused when they entered the room and watched us fucking. I was getting too much pleasure to pay much attention.

“Oh, shit, check that out! Allan, you’re a fucking hero; you brought us a little gift," said one guy excitedly.

“Nah, it's just something I found lying around on the beach. She’s fucking insatiable and full of stuff to keep her horny all night,” replied Allan.

The two guys gave each other a high five and let out a cheer, then grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the lounge suite opposite.

Allan paused with his cock buried deep and reached around in front again, squeezing and tightly holding both my nipples. My body shuddered immediately as another orgasm flooded through me, sending a gush of vaginal fluids. My body shook and shuddered on his lap; every muscle was tense and trembling. This made his housemates, who were watching, cheer and raise their beers in celebration.

He continued fucking me until I was nearly on the edge of another orgasm. He stopped, lifted me off his lap, and dropped me back onto the chair. I leaned back, panting through the gag, my arms still tightly restrained overhead.

I noticed that Allan had not yet ejaculated and wondered if it was due to the Viagra he had taken earlier.

Allan’s housemates were named John and Dave. Both were fit-looking and, by their clothes, looked like tradies.

John was the first of the two to undress. He had a strong, stocky build and a shorter, much thicker cock, already erect and twitching. He came over, lifted me off the seat, flipped me over, and positioned me so I was kneeling on the front edge of the seat with my arms secured high and my breasts resting against the top of the seat back.

I was so aroused, still feeling cheated for not having another orgasm. My dripping vagina and arse were fully exposed, facing the centre of the room. I shifted from side to side and spread my knees as wide as the chair would allow. “Fuck! Look at that. She’s fucking begging for it. You’re a horny little bitch,” said John.

John quickly inserted his fingers into my vagina. “She is so fucking wet. Allan, you fucking struck the jackpot with this one,” he exclaimed excitedly.

When he inserted his fingers, the arousal fluids made them slide in easily. I moaned through the gag as he twisted them several times. I automatically pushed back against his touch, as if it were a sign I wanted more. “Oh yeah, baby! You want more, don’t you?” John said loudly.

He pulled his fingers away, then thrust his index finger into my sphincter. I let out a sharp yelp through the gag as my muscles clamped tightly around the intruder.

John called out to Allan in the kitchen, saying, “Fuck! Her arse is tight. Are we allowed to fuck that?”

“No! Don’t! Not yet. Maybe that can be explored later tonight," he replied loudly to John.

John held me tightly by my hips and pushed his hard, fat cock into the entrance of my vagina. At first, it didn’t want to penetrate me. I was certainly lubricated enough, but my vagina was resisting. The moment I relaxed a little more, my vaginal entrance stretched open and allowed it in. I moaned loudly as his cock was much thicker than Allan’s.

He wriggled a little more, and soon his fat cock was buried to the hilt inside me. After pausing for a moment, John began fucking me doggy-style.

In no time at all, John was pounding into me. With every inward thrust, I matched him with a backward movement, creating a thumping, squelching sound as our bodies slammed into each other.

“Way to go, Johnno, fuck her hard. You’re a fucking beast,” said Dave excitedly.

“Nah! She’s the fucking beast! She wants it hard,” John yelled, panting.

“Don’t break her. I want her to last all night!” Allan yelled from the next room.

In no time at all, I orgasmed, my body convulsing as John’s cock was deep inside me. Eventually, John withdrew and sat back, panting on the couch opposite. In no time at all, Dave stepped up and continued fucking me the same way. Dave’s thrusts were much slower and gentler. His cock was slimmer than John’s, but it still gave me the same amount of pleasure.

John came around in front of my face and unbuckled the gag, giving my mouth a brief reprieve as the ball gag fell out. He pushed his creamy-coated cock into my mouth. It was coated with a musky cocktail of his precum and my juices. I sucked it as eagerly as I could, and in no time at all, his cock was hard again.

“Hey, Dave! Look at her suck. This bitch is insatiable. Damn! She’s hot,” John said, almost out of breath. 

All three men must’ve taken Viagra beforehand to maintain these hard, sustained erections. Eventually, both Dave and John withdrew their cocks from me. Dave stood in front of my face and demanded, “Here, I want you to clean my cock; I want it like brand new.” I opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips, sucking it and doing my best to remove every trace of precum from the three men mixed with my own arousal fluids.

At this point, I was still very aroused, and the ointment's effects didn’t appear to be weakening at all.

When Dave finished with me, he flipped me back over so I was seated in the chair, my arms still bound overhead. I thought, WOW! That was the first wave. I felt relaxed, but the alcohol's effects were starting to fade. Things weren’t spinning as much, yet the entire experience, since meeting Allan on the beach, felt like a dream—surreal and unreal.

By then, the men were only in shorts, their medicated erections causing visible bulges. It was early evening, still daylight; Allan finally loosened the rope securing my arms to the overhead beam to give them a rest. Afterwards, he placed a leather cuff around each of my ankles.

Allan told me, “Before we continue, Max and Winnie have been fed and are playing happily in the backyard. Best of all, the pizzas I ordered for dinner have finally arrived, so let’s head outside and eat.”

“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” I replied.

“Oh, Laura. That fucking you just received is only a preview of what’s to come. Are you satisfied if we continue in this direction?” he asked.

I looked at him and said, “Yes, sir, I am.”

He grabbed the rope tied to the wrist cuffs, keeping them together, then led me out into the backyard. John and Dave were already sitting around a table, eating pizza and drinking beer.

“Do you want something to eat, Laura?” Allan asked.

I shook my head and said, “No, thank you, Sir.”

Without saying a word, he placed me under the verandah and secured my wrist cuffs to a beam above. He then used extra rope to fasten each ankle cuff to a verandah post on either side, keeping my legs spread apart.

A final rope was looped through my collar, passed down between my legs, and tied to a wand vibrator. The rope then ran back up through my arse cheeks and tied off around my waist, pressing the vibrator firmly against my clitoris. Any time I moved my head, it pulled the vibrator harder against my swollen, sensitive bud.

Dave and John showed excitement as Allan restrained me, leaving me completely helpless. I could see John touching his cock through his shorts. I knew it wouldn’t be long before they couldn’t resist fucking me again.

I felt very aroused, a feeling that started at the beach and intensified afterwards, thanks to the herbal mixture, alcohol, and the special ointment. The sense of vulnerability from being restrained, naked, and unsure of what will come next always excites me.

The moment Allan walked off, I tested his rope skills and tried to move my legs and arms. He had me stretched and completely helpless.

Moments later, he returned with a strong bourbon and Coke in a large glass. He put a straw in my mouth and said, “Here, I think you need a sugar hit.”

I wasn’t going to argue, so I drank about half a glassful in one go. “Good girl,” Allan said, smiling.

He leaned in and began passionately kissing me. Our tongues touched and explored each other’s mouths. He grabbed a handful of my wavy black hair and pulled my head back, making the vibrator press hard against my clitoris.

Kissing feels very erotic to me, especially when someone pulls my hair. I don’t mind it rough; it makes sex more exciting and intense. 

After breaking away, he shoved the straw back into my mouth and said, “Here! Drink the rest.”

As Allan walked away again, John approached and began exploring my helpless body with his hands. He took some clothes pegs from the table and clipped one onto each of my erect nipples. I immediately gasped loudly from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You’re fucking lucky Allan is here; I have this strong urge to punish every part of you,” John whispered in my ear as he removed the clamps from my nipples.

Allan returned with another strong bourbon and Coke. He raised the glass to my lips so I could drink through the straw and, at the same time, switched the vibrator to the medium setting. The sudden vibration against my clit made my entire body flinch against the restraints, spilling some of the drink over my breasts.

The vibrations instantly produced intense pleasure, so intense that I almost couldn't drink. My body started to shake, with the vibrations fluctuating alongside the pleasure. The alcohol quickly affected me, making me lightheaded and feeling euphoric from both the pleasure and the situation.

In a matter of a few minutes, I orgasmed intensely; my entire body shook and shuddered, making me moan loudly from the pleasure. The vibrations from the wand buzzed directly through my clitoris and my whole body; it was so intense. It wasn’t long before another equally intense orgasm arrived, making my body quiver and shake.

In no time at all, my mind entered subspace. I began having multiple orgasms in rapid succession. I was moaning and gasping, tossing my head with my eyes closed, feeling nothing but intense pleasure that slowly turned into a form of erotic torture. I felt limp and helpless, hanging in the restraints like a rag doll. I had lost total control to the non-stop forced orgasms, and my body continued to quiver and shake uncontrollably. At one point, I felt a flood of juices pour from my vagina. The muscles in my arms and legs were growing fatigued as I fought against the restraints. The muscles around my pelvis and abdomen were becoming exhausted from the orgasms, the pleasure now a torture. I was totally oblivious to everything around me; I was one hundred per cent focused on what was happening between my legs.

“Please, Master, make it STOP!” I blurted out, “PLEASE! STOP IT!”

Allan switched the vibrator off and untied the rope that held it in place. I was panting, my body still quivering from the continuing orgasmic aftershocks.

“Thank you, Master Allan, thank you,” I said, exhausted, as he took the vibrator away and set it on the table. He instantly turned back and started kissing me passionately once more.

I began pumping my fingers to relieve the numbness, which was the result of my slumping heavily in the restraints as I grew more exhausted.

“Laura, you did it again! That’s the second time you’ve called me Master since you arrived.  Why have you done that?” Allan asked me.

“You’ve had complete control over me for the past few hours; it felt appropriate. Maybe it’s because I’m used to saying that in situations like this,” I tried to explain. “Sir, how would you like me to address you?”

“Hmm, I’m quite flattered. Alright, from now on, call me Master Allan. Is that clear?” he said.

“Yes, Master Allan, very clear,” I replied.

John and Dave rose from their chairs and helped Master Allan untie me. I felt like a rag doll being roughly handled by three strong men, too tired to fight back even if I had wanted to. Suddenly, I realised it was nearly dark and that I had been there since midday.

Master Allan picked me up, the ropes still attached to the cuffs, and carried me into a spare bedroom, with Dave and John following behind. The room had an ensuite bathroom with only a simple shower, sink, and toilet. The bedroom held only a king-sized bed in the centre, its bold brass frames at each end. In one corner stood a small chest with four drawers. The bed was positioned in the centre of the room, away from the walls, so it was accessible on all four sides. Each brass bed frame had vertical metal slats in the centre, with posts at the corners.

Master Allan lay me on my back in the centre of the bed. “This is your bed and bathroom for the rest of the night and any time you visit us in future,” he said.

“Thank you, Master Allan,” I said, sounding tired.

Although I was exhausted, I still heard and understood the words, “anytime you visit us in the future.” I wasn’t sure if my husband had secretly arranged it or if it was just an opportunistic event for Master Allan. Did calling him "Master" imply a future together?

Master Allan gently positioned my wrists together above my head and secured the rope to a vertical slat in the centre of the bedhead. This kept my wrists linked and stretched above my head. Meanwhile, Dave and John gradually spread my legs wide apart and tied each rope to a bedpost at the foot of the bed. 

At that moment, I was utterly helpless. John slowly ran his hand up my right leg and plunged two fingers deep into my pussy. They slid easily through the entrance, making me gasp. I was so tired and relaxed that I couldn't do much more. At that moment, it felt like my pussy was the only thing still functioning in my body.

“She is still so wet and very aroused by the feel of it,” John informed the others.

“I hope she stays that way all night,” Master Allan replied.

Master Allan took a black lambskin blindfold from a nearby chest of drawers and meticulously buckled it around my head, making sure my black hair wasn’t caught in the strap or buckle and that it completely blocked out all light. He then did exactly what John had just done, sliding two of his fingers deep into my vagina. I gave a soft gasp as they slid effortlessly inside me. This time, I thrust my hips slightly, inviting him to do more. Fuck! I was still aroused, but when this happened a second time, I wanted more than just fingers.

“Laura, I want you to listen carefully. You’re going to be fucked repeatedly tonight. We’re going back outside shortly to drink, and then one by one, each of us is going to come back in here and fuck you. When we finish, we’ll start all over again and repeat the cycle until all three of us are exhausted,” Master Allan explained. “Laura, do you fully understand what I just said?” he continued.

“Yes, Master Allan, I understand,” I replied softly.

“Are you definitely happy for us to do this?” he shouted.

His booming voice made me flinch. “Yes, Master Allan. I want to please you; I want to be fucked as many times as you like. I want your cocks inside me!” I replied loudly, even though I must’ve sounded exhausted.

“Good girl, I’ll let you rest for a while, then I’ll be the one to come and visit you first,” he said.

I nodded, acknowledging what he said. I heard the men talking as they left the room; each sounded excited. It wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, I was awakened by a moist sensation, neither cold nor hot, gently drizzling over my body. It flowed over my thighs and around my vulva. I felt it trickle down my hairless vagina to my arse crack, then spread across my stomach and breasts.

I was still restrained, my ankles spread wide and tied to the corners of the bed, my wrists secured over my head to the bedhead. The blindfold prevented me from seeing a thing.

This person began slowly massaging this liquid all over me; it felt slick as their hands glided over my smooth skin. I soon realised, from the aroma, that it was baby oil. The moment they began massaging my breasts, I became quickly aroused. As the hand passed over my erect nipples, it paused briefly to squeeze them tightly between the thumb and the index finger. Each time, it made me gasp softly and arch my back a little.

The blindfold concentrated my focus on the hand. I held my breath in anticipation, wondering which direction it would go next or what it would do to me.

Soon, the hand slid down my body and along my thighs. In no time at all, it began massaging my inner thighs and gliding over my hairless vulva. The fingers slid delicately through the folds of my vulva, exploring my labia, first the outer and then the inner, which were growing slightly plumper with arousal. I began to arch my back slightly and tilt my hips, as if trying to guide it where I wanted it most.

Eventually, with my arousal almost peaking, the finger slid slowly into the entrance of my vagina, past the second knuckle.  Oh fuck, that felt so good, I thought, taking a deep breath.

The finger gradually withdrew, then slid further down and easily pressed into my sphincter. It made me tilt my hips slightly, as if to signal that I enjoyed it and wanted more.

It was slowly withdrawn and slid back to the vaginal entrance. Now, a second finger was added, and the pair slid effortlessly through my vaginal entrance. I felt my body producing copious amounts of lubrication, the musky aroma beginning to fill the bedroom. I let out a soft, prolonged moan and lifted my hips, hoping to get both fingers deeper. The baby oil made my flesh so slippery; the fingers felt so erotic as they slid over my body, especially when they explored my vulva or sphincter.

Additional baby oil was drizzled over my body, and the fingers slid methodically over my hard clitoris, making me arch my back and buck my hips with pleasure. Oh, fuck! I thought. I was ready for someone to fuck me now more than ever.

“You love that, don’t you, Laura?” Master Allan said softly. The sudden sound of his voice made me jump, pulling me out of my erotic hypnosis.

“Yes, Master Allan, I do. Please fuck me, Master, please fuck me now,” I pleaded.

He loosened the ropes binding my ankles enough for me to lift my knees. I felt Master Allan climb onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He repositioned my legs so they were over his thighs. He teased me, sliding the head of his cock up and down my oil-slicked slit. I tried to lift my hips to get it inside me. Fuck! I wanted it so bad.

Suddenly, in one slow, methodical motion, his long, hard cock, rippled with veins, slid inside my pussy. I moaned loudly as it slowly passed through the entrance, pushing my cervix to one side. The blindfold sharpened my focus; his cock felt long, and the blood-engorged veins rubbed against my inner labia.

He began to fuck me slowly. Not fast, but long, slow, rhythmic thrusts, withdrawing until the head of his cock was at the entrance, then sliding slowly back into me as far as he could, each time I moaned as I felt every millimetre of its bumps and veins.

He leaned in close, kissing me passionately at the same time, adding even more pleasure to what I was already feeling. I was so fucking aroused at this stage that I orgasmed during the fifth or sixth slow thrust. This orgasm was long and intense, my pelvic muscles squeezing every inch of his shaft as it slid slowly into me. I felt his cock become even slipperier as my body produced even more lubrication. The arousal was intense. I was fucking spaced out with pleasure; my mind and body felt like they were in entirely different worlds.

Master Allan continued fucking me using this technique for quite a while. The pleasure was intense, his technique was flawless, and I was no less aroused than when he first started. I began having multiple orgasms, which felt completely different from what they usually did, especially compared with the ones I had earlier or with Dave and John.

These orgasms flooded through my entire body much more slowly and took a long time to pass. The pleasure remained intense, with only brief periods between each one. I had never experienced anything like this before. I could only put it down to the herbal concoction and ointment Allan had given me earlier to help me relax.

When Master Allan finally ejaculated inside me, his cock remained just as hard; he continued fucking slowly, and his cum now added to the lubrication.

Eventually, he withdrew his cock, got off me, and was immediately replaced by someone else. The following person was more aggressive in his movement and in repositioning my legs. He forcibly pushed his fat, rigid cock into me, fucking me hard and fast from the outset. Even blindfolded, I knew straight away it was John. He was more aggressive the first time he fucked me, faster and harder than Dave or Allan. He made sure each thrust slammed to the hilt, and his body banged against my clitoris with each one.

“Oh, yeah, baby, take my fat cock. I’m gonna fuck you hard,” John said, his voice aggressive.

His face was close. I felt his hot breath on my ear. He had one arm under my back, resting his body weight on me. With every hard thrust, he followed it with a smaller one, trying to drive his cock even deeper. Allan’s cock was long and slender, but John’s cock was shorter and fatter.

Unlike Master Allan or Dave, John preferred fucking me hard, slamming his body into mine each time he buried his cock to the hilt. For some reason, I always found myself matching his thrusts, our bodies thudding together. Perhaps subconsciously, being fucked roughly was my preferred way. It didn’t take me long to orgasm, my body shuddering beneath his.

“Oh yeah, cum on my cock, bitch! Go on, cum again; I want to feel how fucking helpless you are,” John said abruptly.

This turned out to be John’s favourite way to fuck me every time. He fucked me like this for a while; a few times, his fat cock slipped out by accident. The moment he shoved it back in, I gasped as my vagina stretched. As soon as it was back in, he continued fucking just as hard. His rough method made me moan loudly, especially when I was close to orgasm.

When John was close to cumming, he roared and started thrusting faster; I moaned louder as the pleasure intensified. Moments later, he ejaculated, pumping several loads of cum inside me. The intensity triggered another orgasm in me, causing me to cover the bed sheets in bodily fluids.

“There you go, bitch! That didn’t hurt a bit, did it?” John said as he climbed off the bed.

I lay panting as John left the room and was replaced by someone else, whom I presumed was Dave. He lifted each of my legs, one by one, and tied my ankles to the top of the bedhead so they were just back past the level of my head, lifting my arse and pussy off the bed. This position made me feel more vulnerable because it gave Dave easy access to whatever he desired.

More baby oil was squirted over my pussy; the excess dribbled down over my sphincter. The oil was massaged into my vagina and sphincter, making me gasp with pleasure. It felt fantastic, but I thought the bed must be a mess, given how much baby oil had been used. The mattress felt like a giant wet spot, and the room smelled of sex and perspiration.

Dave positioned himself between my legs, his hard cock resting over the top of my oily slit. Still highly aroused, I jiggled my hips, inviting him to do something.

“Oh, you horny little slut. You want this, don’t you? I can tell. Which hole, which hole does the princess want me to fuck, hey?” Dave said excitedly.

“I don’t care. Just shut up and fuck me,” I said urgently.

He eased his hips back and slid his cock deep into me. It was long, too, not as long as Allan’s or as fat as John’s. I didn’t care how big or small it was; I just wanted it. He fucked me with long, gentle thrusts that felt just as good as the other two. He reached under my hips and pushed a finger deep into my arse. The moment that happened, I bucked like a bronco and orgasmed immediately. “Mmm, looks like the princess loves some double penetration,” he said.

Dave fucked both holes at once, cock in my pussy, finger in my arse. It was driving me wild with pleasure. I thrust my hips up and down, trying to match both penetrations. The more things the men did to me, the more insatiable I became.

Master Allan walked into the room and saw what was happening. “Okay, let’s untie those ankles and fuck her both at the same time”, he suggested to Dave.

They quickly untied my ankles and wrists from the bed. Master Allan lay on the bed and pulled me on top of him, my legs sprawled over the sides of his thighs. Whenever the men moved me into another position, I felt helpless, like a rag doll. Master Allan slid his cock into my vagina and held me down on his chest. Dave moved into position behind, pressing against my arse cheeks. He shifted his hips and slowly pushed his cock into my well-oiled sphincter, making me gasp and moan loudly.

Oh my god, I’m being double penetrated, something I haven’t done for some time.

They fucked both holes alternately; when Allan withdrew, Dave would thrust, and vice versa. I felt utterly helpless, held by Allan, almost as if I were restrained. The intensity quickly built, and the first orgasm hit, making my entire body quiver while both cocks were inside me.

“Hey, John, come here. We are going to need you!” Allan called out.

John walked through the door and excitedly said, “Oh fuck yes."

He climbed onto the bed, close to my face, and positioned his semi-erect cock at my lips. I grabbed his cock near the base and held it tightly. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck eagerly; it was hard in no time at all.

“This girl is fucking insatiable,” John said between moans and grunts.

The three men swapped positions and changed roles several times, fucking me continuously for what felt like hours. They alternated between my pussy, arse and mouth. It wasn’t long before I’d tasted and swallowed cum from all three men. I thought I was in heaven; the pleasure was constant. All three of them had cum several times, and all my holes, including my mouth, had been filled with cum at least once or twice.

Eventually, the fucking stopped, and each man went off to sleep in their own bed. I was physically exhausted; my entire body ached from being tied in different positions, and my vagina was sore from the intensity of the orgasms. I dozed off and woke a couple of hours later, just before sunrise. The bedroom smelt of stale cum and perspiration. I removed the leather ankle and wrist cuffs and showered in the ensuite bathroom.

Afterwards, I snuck outside to make sure Max was all right. The two dogs were stretched out, fast asleep on the outdoor lounge chairs. I quietly wandered around Allan’s house, careful not to wake any of the men, looking for my bikini, bag and car keys. I went through each room and found only the bag and the keys. All three were deep in sleep, each snoring. I wrote a note thanking Master Allan and included my phone number. I left the message in the middle of the bed, which was stained with baby oil and cum, apologising for the mess.

It wasn’t daylight yet, and I still couldn't find my bikini, so I walked naked with Max to the car and put him in the back seat. An elderly couple, out for an early-morning walk, passed the house with their small dog as I got into the driver's seat. They look surprised to see me naked; I suppose it’s a rare thing to see anywhere.

After reversing out of the driveway, I drove home completely naked, wearing only my collar. I had no idea if my regular Master had set up last night or if Master Allan was just a random person who approached me. It was my stainless-steel collar that attracted him; anyone who knew anything about the BDSM lifestyle would pick up on that immediately. I couldn’t help but wonder whether I would hear from Master Allan again.

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