As my excitement and discomfort grew, the guests again became aroused and it wasn’t long before another group sex session had broken out in front of me. With a wicked gleam in your eye you commanded me to watch closely and then left me to join in. What ensued was hours of mutual pleasure between everyone in the room except for me. I was left, restrained on the cross, in a kind of erotic misery as I longed to take part in the sexual escapades and be allowed to cum as many times as I had witnessed Janelle and Ellen do this evening. It was pure torture to be left, restrained and not able to participate. Sure, every now and then someone would come over and kiss me, or caress me or fondle my breasts. I was dripping with desire, and breathing hard, as I struggled in protest against my restraints. I whimpered and moaned with desire as sexual act after sexual act took place right in front of me and I could feel my clit throbbing. Finally, I could take it no longer. “Master,” I called out, “Master please…..please untie me so that I can pleasure your guests. Please, Master,” I begged.

You lifted your head from between Ellen’s legs and hissed at me to be quiet. I groaned in frustration and struggled some more, yanking on the restraints that held me hostage. What seemed like hours later, you extracted yourself from the tangled pile of bodies on the floor and turned down the lights in the room. You approached me and kissed me firmly. Again I whimpered as my juices continued to stir and I watched you carefully, praying for release from both the cross and my sexual frustration. But it was still not to come. “Rest well, little one,” you whispered as you walked away from me and settled yourself back in the bodies on the floor to sleep for the night.

I spent a miserable and sleepless night in the cross, every so often, being treated to the soft moans or loud groans of one couple or another that had woken to take their pleasure again. By morning, I was more miserable than I could ever remember being in my life. As you and the guests awoke, I was permitted release from the cross for a quick bathroom break. Much to my consternation, you sent Janelle with me to ensure that I would not do anything naughty, as you put it. She was to bring me back to the playroom immediately and when she did, I was again restrained to the St Andrews Cross.

Coming up behind it, you loosened the adjustable screws that allowed it to bend in the middle and you bent me over at a right angle before tightening them again. Inviting everyone to watch, you grabbed the cat o’nine tails and slowly started raining blows down on my ass once again. On occasion you would reverse the motion and bring it up between my legs to slap at my pussy, ripening it once more. I cried openly as the thrashing continued until my ass cheeks burned bright red and my pussy was slick with juice.

“Jim,” you said as you stepped away from me and put the flogger down, “as my wife’s last duty as your executive assistant, I present her ass to you.” My head snapped up to try to look at you, as I wondered what did you mean my last duty to him? “Mark,” you continued, “her mouth is yours this morning. Use her well boys,” you commented as you walked across the room and opened your arms to welcome Janelle in as Paul and Ellen got busy entertaining each other.

Mark wasted no time approaching me and positioning himself between the upper arms of the cross. Reaching below my chin, he lifted my head and jabbed his cock at my mouth until I opened it to take him in. Behind me, my boss approached me and reached out to slowly turn the base of the butt plug that had been stretching me since yesterday. I moaned and wiggled my ass, urging him to remove it. Mark thrust his thick cock in and out of my mouth as Jim, finally, slowly pulled the butt plug out. I groaned in appreciation at the immediate relief I felt and then recoiled as I felt Jim’s tongue, the tongue of my boss, I just couldn’t get that thought out of my head, running along the crack of my ass and ringing my stretched out rosebud.

When he was satisfied that I was sufficiently lubed up, he stood up and walked up between my legs. “Oh Yaaaaaaa,” he groaned out as he sunk his cock deep into my ass. It took a minute for Mark and Jim to get their rhythm down but in no time, they were alternately thrusting at my face and my ass, filling two of my holes. I couldn’t see anything but judging by the increased moans and groans from the other side of the room Janelle and Ellen were enjoying their ravishing as well. “Oh God,” Mark grunted as he pulled himself out of my mouth and shot his cum all over my face. “Fuck her good, Jim,” he commented as he stepped back from the cross and smiled at me. “Fuck her good and hard.”

Jim didn’t need any further encouragement as he pounded into my asshole a few more times. I cried out at the exquisite pain he was causing and lifted my eyes to where you were sitting on the couch, gently caressing Janelle. Everyone was watching as my boss plundered my asshole. With a mighty cry, he squirted his load deep within my anal cavity. My body sagged as much as it could in the restraints, defeated and exhausted from being so thoroughly used. I whimpered quietly and wished with all my might that the weekend would come to an end and this madness would stop. Every part of my body ached, least of which was my ever-ripened clit, still begging for release.

You left me there, still held to the bent cross as you took the guests upstairs for breakfast and my body shook as I sobbed in misery. I felt completely broken and used. I was still sniffling when you returned to the room to get me. “Shhhhh, darling. Quiet,” you whispered soothingly as you righted the cross and began to loosen me. “Hush my girl,” you murmured. I sniffled loudly and tried to bring myself under control.

“Oh please, Master,” I began again, “please, I can’t take any more. Please let this stop now,” I begged with my tears renewing.

“Come,” was all you said as you led me by the hand and started back upstairs. “You have been a very good girl all weekend, slave. And I think you have learned your lesson. I will permit you to cum this morning.” I cried out with relief and smiled a real smile for what seemed like the first time in days. “Oh Master,” I gushed, “oh yes…”