When I went into the room where Master Sam was waiting, I finally believed that it was really happening. I’d gotten the idea to prove I deserved to be his favorite, that I would humiliate myself, to debase myself for him. I wanted to prove that I would go further to prove my devotion than anyone else. 

When I told Master Sam what I wanted, I never thought he’d make it come true, but it's here now, waiting for me. He’s so beautiful, waiting for me to show I am worthy. The other women, Dakota, Jazmine, and Tianna, my fellow submissives, were jealous of my idea.

He was standing in the room naked with his cock at full attention, but it was the man standing there next to him that had my attention now. He was going to be the first, and I’d never done this before. I was trembling with anxiety, anticipation, and even dread. I was committed to fulfilling my promise.

The other women (girls? sluts?) are strictly to help me do it. They’re in competition against me for Master Sam’s attention. There was envy in their eyes; I was the one who had wanted it. I‘d convinced Master Sam to arrange it

When I looked at Master Sam’s cock, I was anticipating all the times I would receive the bliss it could give me. 

He nodded to me, and I slipped my robe off, and I lay naked on my back on the mattress, waiting. I was looking up at a guy I’d never seen before, and I could feel his desperation to cum.

This was it; I was here to allow these men, however many men Master Sam had chosen to degrade me. Dakota stepped up first, took his cock, and started stroking it. Slowly at first, and then faster, more forcibly. He was going to be the first man to cum on me like this. At first, I felt a few drops of his cum on my tits, and then his cock exploded with his cum. All over me. I was still savoring the sensation when another man stood there. He had a long, slender cock, and it was Jazmine stroking him. I saw his balls tighten, and then his cum was coating me.

He came on my cunt instead of my tits. God, this is what I need. I wanted Master Sam to see me degraded for his enjoyment. I was reveling in my humiliation when I realized my last present was on my face. I’d missed the last two deposits. My tongue licked my upper lip to taste, and then there was another.

The glory of my degradation was overwhelming me. I looked up at Master Sam, and I saw the smile he always wore when he was enjoying himself. I was wondering how many men he had arranged to cum on me. I’d asked for as many as he could get, but he never said. 

I remember thinking, ‘God, Wynter, pay attention; enjoy each gift as it's intended, to degrade me, humiliate me. Every one feels wonderful, a gift to Master Sam that I delight in.’

How many has it been now? I reach up to my face, and I’m covered with cum; I look at my tits, covered with white gooey wonderful cum. Jizz. Cream. 

I looked at the next man standing beside me, and he’s a Black guy with Tianna holding his cock. I opened my mouth wide, hoping he’d realize I wanted him to deposit my gift there.

Tianna noticed and helped by aiming his cock there, and I got to taste it. I got almost all of it in my mouth. That caused me to make louder cries of enjoyment, and then it was suddenly Jazmine holding another cock, and she painted his cum across my mouth. I couldn’t keep up; there was always another cock, more cum, more bliss. 

I was wondering, ‘How long has it been? How many? How many more did Master Sam arrange for?’ I wanted more—more men, more cum. I wanted the cum to hide the areolas on my tits, I wanted to swallow more cum, and I wanted more cum on my cunt.

While I was thinking, it’d changed again, once? Twice? I was dazed. I saw Dakota with Nico? Is that Nico? God, Nico. He’s had his cock in me. More than one place, too. I was whimpering as he coated my cunt. 

I couldn’t stop myself as I reached down and rubbed his cum into my cunt. My whimpering got louder, and I could hear what I was saying: “More, more, Master, please.”

I was looking up at Master Sam, and he had his hand on his cock, slowly stroking, smiling. 

I wanted to ask him how many more were queued waiting. I was afraid he’d think I wanted him to stop, but I wanted them to continue until I’d been totally covered in cum. 

My body was writhing on the mattress in ecstasy, watching him jack off. Would he cum? 

I wanted to feel Sam, Master Sam’s cock fucking me, but I didn’t want to stop the degradation, the humiliation of all their cum. It was stronger than anything I'd felt before. I’m submissive; I’d known that, but I was just realizing how much I need the sexual degradation. How far I’d go to satisfy that need.

When we finally got to the end, it was anticlimactic, a medium-sized man with an average-sized cock that added little to the load I was carrying. 

I looked hopefully to Master Sam, but he told me to shower. He’d added his cum on my face near the end, and now he was, well, deflated.

If I thought the last guy was disappointing, Master Sam was worse. Master Sam, or more correctly, just Sam, Sam, I am.

I took a shower and washed my hair, which took a long time to get clean.

When I got out, I was alone, with no sign of anyone. The mattress was gone, together with every sign of what I’d done for Sam.

Sam, Dakota, Jazmine, and Tianna gone. 

What I’d done for Sam didn’t matter to him. My willingness to degrade myself for him didn’t matter. I did what I’d done to show my willingness to demean myself for him, and he didn't care. A show he’d enjoyed, but no more.

When I left, I went home, packed my stuff, and headed west. Where? I didn’t care as long as it was away and not home, where I grew up.

And I never found out how many men!