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| candle_in_the_wind |
I have been informed that THIS HAPPENED on Tuesday.
I am still in turmoil, still dazed, finding it hard to separate the days.
I was not allowed a watch or and for the most part was kept inside in windowless rooms. Each night when allowed to sleep I was never sure if it were 8 p.m or 3 a.m but I was always weary, used, aching, tormented, tortured, my mind was not my own neither had my body been since the day I gave myself to him.
For now though I will talk about Wednesday. The day had been quite easy on me. I was fed and bathed by a stranger as usual. I was allowed to dress in the few clothes I found laid out on my bed, white ankle socks, tight fitting latex panties, a short black tunic style dress., a heavy high necked posture collar that I found instantly uncomfortable and awkward to wear and a double ended dildo, quite small and discreet which I easily inserted into my pussy and anus, the latex shorts keeping it well in place..
I was led to the dungeon where I was shown an array of cleaning materials. I was told to clean every surface, dust and wash all the furniture and sterilise every piece of equipment and insertable and then make good in the large sitting room next door. It was the first time I had seem the other room and if my sense of direction was good I felt sure that the floor to ceiling mirrors matched those in my bedroom and were probably two-way. It sent a shiver down my spine to know that I could be spied upon even in my sleep.
I worked hard for an hour, I scrubbed and polished, no-one came to see me, as per the previous three days I spent it in silence. The dildo inside me had begun to chaff and was causing me pain, it was slowing me down. With no-one in sight, I felt I was alone in the house and so I decided to remove it. The relief was instant. I washed and sterilised it and left it on the side as I continued to clean.
Less than two minutes later a side door opened, my Keeper stormed in, an angry look on his face. He grabbed me by my hair, and pushed me to my knees. Within easy reach were some items I had just been cleaning, a large glass butt plug, a heavy silicone dildo, a flogger with a thick ribbed handle.
He glared at me and said that only He would decide if and when my holes were to be unplugged or not. And with what he chose. With that He pushed the glass butt plug into my mouth. I gagged on it as the hard surface grazed my teeth. My knickers were ripped off, the large vaginal dildo was pushed hard into my anus and the flogger into my pussy where he fucked me with it till I came so hard though nearly choking on the glass orb in my mouth.
Still on my knees, shaking and disorientated he came round to my face, removed the plug and deftly replaced it with his hard cock. As he thrust inside, deep throating me he said I had given him I good idea for the evening's entertainment.
As he ejaculated over my face, in my hair, He announced He was having a little soiree and I was to be there to attend to his guests needs and be their amusement.
Good hired help was hard to find He said and so I would be paid for my services.
I would be restrained and the guests, men and women alike, would take it in turns to fuck (and cum, if they desired) in my mouth. For each cock I took in my mouth, the guests would place a £20 note in my pussy. I would get to keep all the money I could hold inside me.
Though He was deadly serious, the image made me recollect an old joke, about what Super Models and Super size Tampons had in common. It was that they both resembled the regular varieties but were a little thicker and cost lots more. I wondered just how many tampons of screwed up bank notes I could accommodate and before I could remember my place I blurted out “You best make them £50 notes then”.
His strike across my face was so quick, so harsh, it stunned me. He had not hit me before, though he had allowed others to. He grinned as he responded with “No, now they will be One pound coins”. I did not doubt Him. He left the room, no word of whether I should clean myself up so, with His semen still dripping off my chin I began to clean the parquet floor where both our juices were pooling in the bevelled edges.
He returned sometime later, knowing that I had finished my chores. Silently I was led to my room, a small tray of sandwiches and clean towels left out for me. A new outfit, long, black, silk hold ups, a maid outfit, clichéd almost, the short skirt, white petticoats, corseted bodice, the quarter bra top pushing my breasts up, my nipples poking skywards. Another collar, softer, thinner, lockable, with 4 D-rings around it. No knickers.
I was left to shower and dress; the guests would arrive within the hour.
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A note left in my room while I was in the bathroom, dictated my duties and commands. I would not look directly at any guest unless asked to. I would not speak. I would comply with all their wishes, without hesitation. Coats would be taken and hung in the large closet off the sitting room, drinks and nibbles would be served.
I would be informed when I was required for anything else.
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The first hour or so went well. About 12 couples and 2 single men arrived, I served them and pandered to their needs. I only had brief glimpses of them, as I kept my eyes bowed at all times.
Then the evening took a turn. The socialising, the niceties over with, the drink had flowed, ice was broken. Many became very touchy feely towards each other and towards me.
As I walked passed one of the single men he grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me over a whipping bench and pushed 2 fingers inside me. I did not even flinch. I knew it would happen at some point in the evening, I was almost relieved that it was starting, as the anticipation had me nervous. Though if I knew then what they had in store for me I may have wished to prolong the wait.
Of course, still in control now, my Keeper has informed me, that I must delay my next diary entry. So I bid you goodnight.
Citw
Edited Tue 19 Feb 08, 11:09 PM by candle_in_the_wind
