Dragging yourself from my mouth, you place your hands on my shoulders and apply a firm pressure that indicates I am to lower myself to the ground. As I lower myself to my hands and knees with my ass still towards you, you grab the butt plug and pull it out only to replace it immediately with your rock hard cock. Your hands grab each of my shoulders, holding me still as you piston into my ass, hard and fast. My cries of passion, pleasure and pain fill the air as you savagely plunder my asshole. Within minutes, I gasp as I feel your cock spasm and you fill my ass with your load. Still holding me in place with one hand, you reach up onto the bathroom counter with your other hand and grab the large butt plug, which you had left there earlier. You slip your cock out of me and ask, “Are you ready for the evening, slave?”

“Yes Master,” I answer immediately, even though I have no idea what the night will bring.

“Good,” comes your reply as you insert the large butt plug into my ravaged hole and push hard. I cried out and tried to crawl away as my asshole was brutally stretched to take it in. But your hand on my shoulder stopped me from being able to move and with another firm shove, you slid the plug into place. “That will help ensure you stay that way,” you comment as your hand moves from my shoulder to my hair and grabs a handful. You yank my head back as your other hand firmly spanks down on first one ass cheek and then the other, giving me two hard swats before you release me and push yourself up and away from me.

“Stay,” you command as you stand and begin moving about the room. My only movement is that of my head as I let it drop to hang down. I quietly clench and unclench my ass muscles, trying to get used to the sheer size of the latest plug and I am silently thankful that this is the largest one for surely I would split in half if there was another. Comfort is not forthcoming however, and I find myself whimpering uneasily. My whole lower body felt like it was on fire. My ass cheeks are burning hot from being spanked so much this weekend. My clit is throbbing and begging for release and my ass is stretched to its max and tightly plugged.

“Stand up slave and come over here,” you ordered a few minutes later. I got up and struggled to walk normally over to where you were standing next to the nightstand. I could hear you chuckling quietly as I half walked, half waddled over to you. I flashed you a miserable glance as I stopped in front of you and then lowered my eyes once more, waiting dismally for whatever was to come next.

You took one of my wrists in your hand and fastened the leather cuff with the ring on it tightly. Taking my other wrist you do the same. “The guests will be here soon, slave,” you begin and my head whipped up and I looked at you with shock apparent in my eyes.

“But Master,” I began…

“Hush!” you bark out at me, and then continue, “Yes, your thoughts are right, slave. This evening you will be part of the entertainment. And I expect you to treat my guests with the same respect and obedience that you have for me. Do I make myself clear?”

The shock in my eyes changed to disbelief and then anger before they finally welled up with tears as I accepted my fate. “Yes Master,” I whispered quietly, my shoulder shaking as I sobbed quietly.

You continued as you knelt before me to attach the same leather cuffs to each of my ankles, “I will not allow anything to happen to you, slave. I will be with you at all times. Do you trust me?” you asked and I nodded immediately. “Good,” you whisper as you stand again and begin to fasten my leather collar and D-ring around my neck. “But make no mistake about it, slave…this evening you will serve my guests and I in any way that I approve of. You will not question or hesitate at any time once I have given my approval. Make me proud, slave.”

You stepped back to survey your work and nodded, pleased with my attire of nothing but my collar and cuffs. Taking me by the hand, you led me to the jewellery box on the dresser and dug out my jewelled nipple rings. Bending into my breasts you flickered your tongue over each nipple in turn, causing them to stand at attention. “Beautiful,” you muttered as you slipped the nipple ring over each extended bud, giving them the appearance of being pierced even though they were not. The jewels hung down on sparkling silver chains and glittered attractively in the light. Next you took the matching clit jewels. You looked me straight in the eye as you reached down and gently smacked my clit with your hand. “How does that feel baby?” you asked teasingly as I moaned and tried to grind myself into your hand.

“Oh Master,” I struggled to find the right words, “please….”

“Please what, slave?” you continued teasing as you released the clit clamp I had been wearing all day.

“Please,” I whimpered, “please….touch me, Master. Please make me cum.”

“Not yet, slave” you answered and again knelt before me. I cried openly and begged you again, “Oh please Master…I am going crazy with desire…please make me cum, Sir, please…”

You snapped the jewelled clit clamp into place and lightly kissed just above my pubic bone. “Nope,” was all you said as you stood up.

Running your fingers through your hair, you looked me over and smiled. As you walked to the closet and began getting dressed you issued your next orders. “Pile your hair loosely on your head, slave, and leave some of those curly strands hanging down…you know how I like it. Stop crying now, my dear, I won’t have my slave being presented with swollen red eyes. Make up your face as you would for an evening out. Go, now” you finished as you pulled your sweater over your head and reached down to zip your jeans. “Meet me in the games room when you are done.”

I swallowed hard as I watched you leave the room and with a sigh, I turned and walked into the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face and put some eye drops in to erase the signs of my tears and set to work on my hair and make up. When I was pleased with the result and certain that no sign of my tears remained, I took a deep breath and exited the room, heading for the games room to find you.

I found you sitting on the couch, relaxing with a drink in your hand. The bar lights had been turned on and you had glasses set out, along with several bottles and mix ready to go. The ice bucket was full and everything looked to be in order. You looked up as I entered the room and nodded, apparently pleased with my appearance. I stood quietly waiting. You didn’t say anything and turned your attention back to the hockey game on TV. After a few minutes, you looked at your watch and smiled widely as you stood up and turned towards me, extending your hand.

I stepped forward and placed my hand in yours, as you led me out of the room and into the main hallway. As we drew near the front door, you opened the closet in the hallway and gently pushed me into it. I noticed as I stepped into it that you had cleaned everything out of it except for a few hangers, which I supposed would be for your guests coats. “Turn around and face me, slave” you said gently as I entered the closet.