She climbed off of me carefully as you gently pushed her away from your cock. You walked on your knees until you were above my waist, and smiling down at me, you began to slowly stroke yourself so I could watch. “Are you enjoying yourself, slut?” you asked and I nodded, keeping my eyes on you as I continued to pull aggressively on Jim’s cock. “just not too much,” you teased in an almost sing-song voice and then reached out and took my other hand directing it to your cock. As I jerked off both you and Jim, Ellen had apparently grown weary of Jim fingering her cunt and she climbed over to me. With one knee on each side of my head, she leaned in to kiss you as she lowered herself over my mouth to be eaten.

Having both been satisfied already, Mark and Janelle moved to the couch and had some snacks while they watched. Ellen had brought Mark’s cock back to its previously hardened state and he idly played with himself to keep it that way.

Within moments Ellen was crying out with pleasure as she convulsed in a screaming orgasm. As she rolled off of my face, satisfied, you and Jim both exploded your own loads all over my chest and face. I was covered in cum and pussy juice and I was so turned on! As I reached out to grab your waist and draw you to me, you roughly grabbed my hands and yanked me into a sitting position as you backed away from me. “Oh no you don’t, slut,” you commented. “This little party is for you to pleasure everyone else, not the other way around,” you continued as you stood up, and pulled on my arms, urging me into a standing position as well. “Come” you commanded as you took both my wrists in one of your large hands and pulled me towards the doorway. With your free hand, you grabbed your beer. “Paul, bring everyone downstairs in five minutes,” you called over your shoulder as you yanked me from the room.

As soon as we were out of earshot of the room, you stopped me and pressed me up against the wall, kissing me so savagely that I whimpered as my knees began to buckle. Breaking the kiss, you looked deep into my eyes and let me know you were pleased, “You have made me proud so far, slave,” you whispered and I moaned, thrusting my hips forward, urging you to touch me. “But the night has only just begun. You look so wanton right now, slut. Do you want to play some more?”

I nodded immediately and answered, “Oh yes, Master, please. I want to play some more and make you proud.” Getting carried away with the emotion, I continued, “I want to cum for you Master….I want to cum”

Nodding, you stepped away from the wall, pulling me after you. “Soon, slave,” you promised. “Soon you will be suitably punished for your discretions and I will see to it that you get the release you crave.” Overcome with relief, I cried out, “Oh thank you Master, thank you.”

You pulled me down the stairs and I froze in confusion as you opened the door of the playroom. “Come along,” you commanded as you yanked hard on my arm, “You’re not done yet.” You led me through the room to the far end and to the adjustable St. Andrews Cross. You turned me around and backed me into it, fastening first one arm and then the other, before bending to fasten one ankle and then the other into it. As you stepped back, you took a long swig of your beer and stood before me, naked, admiring my cum-covered body. “You look good covered in cum like that, slave,” you said, looking deep into my eyes. “You look suitably used….for now….” Your voice trailed off into quiet laughter as the door to the playroom opened and Paul led the rest of the crew in. Paul knew this room well as he had helped you construct many of the implements that it contained.

“Welcome to the Dungeon, eh pal?” Paul commented, laughing as the others spread out and commented on the room. Janelle approached me immediately and leaned in to give me a deep kiss. As she stepped away, Ellen took her turn, slapping each of my breasts in turn as she stepped away.

You picked up the small riding crop and approached me with a smile. “Look at her,” you encouraged your guests. “Look at my slut. See how turned on she is?” you asked as you held the crop out, pointing towards my engorged clit and leaking pussy. With a quick flick of your wrist, the riding crop landed squarely on my clit, stinging it with pain and pleasure, and I cried out. The guests smiled and laughed and made crude comments. Again you brought the crop towards me, this time, straight up between my legs to land with a resounding smack, on my open pussy lips. I moaned and turned my head into my arm. You alternated slapping the crop against my pussy lips, my clit and my breasts for a few more minutes, talking dirty to me as you did. I was so caught up in what you were doing, it was almost as if no one else was in the room. I whimpered with longing and strained against my restraints, hoping it would draw you to me.