Dinner time was looming fast, and once again, I was allowed to shower and warm up while the men prepared the meal. When I joined them, I was, as usual, expected to take my submissive place on the floor to beg for my dinner, which again I had to eat from my doggy bowl.
Food devoured, kitchen tidied, and dishwashers stacked, I was led away by the third set of men to provide them with that evening’s additional entertainment. Once again, over the course of the next four hours, I opened my mouth and legs to accommodate their lusts and longings while they ensured that their stiff rods opened my bum hole to its fullest so they could gain maximum pleasure from their time with me.
This group wanted me to engage in ‘Golden Shower’ play, so having tied my hands behind my back, I was placed on my knees in the shower. Here I was told to look up and open my mouth as each of the men entered to use my mouth as their urinal. The first ensured that my head was well covered in his pee before giving way to the next in line.
This poor fellow was so nervous and excited he could hardly produce anything. A small trickle issued from his erect penis, but that was it. He strained as he explained he was full to bursting. Thankfully, I had witnessed similar problems in previous encounters; however, the poor chap could not do what he wanted despite my encouragement.
The third had little difficulty directing his stream into my open mouth and watching it run out, down my chin and over my breasts and body.
In great embarrassment, the second man took up his position and finally managed to get a weak jet flowing roughly in my direction. I shuffled closer to ensure it went where he wanted it to go. I am sure he had more to give, but he was undoubtedly ‘relieved’ to have managed a short shower of his golden nectar while I was relieved that on this occasion, I had not been commanded to drink any.
As I slipped under the duvet that night, I went to sleep thinking about the day to come. This was the one about which I knew very little. I had agreed that it would remain, to me, a surprise but would go under the loose title ‘Whoring.’ If we had been in Glasgow or Edinburgh, I might have thought that somehow they would get me to play the prostitute, but along the west coast of Scotland I felt that such an idea was a non-starter. I would just have to wait and see.
Day 4
I was woken just before my alarm went off at seven twenty by a knocking on the door. My initial reaction was that I had overslept and missed my morning appointment with the whip master. I opened the door, and one of the men stood in the doorway with a bag.
‘Put this on,’ he said before quickly departing.
When I looked into the bag, I found a flowing lacy, see-through robe. I put it on, tied the silk belt around my waist and looked at myself in the mirror. It looked good, sexy and seductive, but I still had no idea why I was to wear it.
When I answered another knock at the door, I was handed a blindfold which I was also told to wear. I did. Two men then guided me downstairs, where my wrists were once again fastened to the chains as if I was about to be whipped. I felt the sash around my waist undone, and then the robe held open.
‘Will this do?’ I heard one of the men I was staying with ask. ‘Good, then she’s all yours for the day.’
My covering was repositioned, and I was unbound without being whipped. I felt the chill wind blow through the main door as it was opened, and I was led outside and assisted into a waiting car.
When I was in, the car started off with me, still none the wiser about as to the events that awaited. We drove for about thirty minutes before finally stopping. Once at our destination, I was helped out of the vehicle, still wearing my blindfold and lacy gown, and into some building.
Once inside, I was held by my arms as the belt holding my lace covering was untied and the dress opened.
‘Small tits,’ I heard an unfamiliar voice say.
‘Some beaver,’ another said.
‘What a bush,’ someone else pipped up.
‘Lovely legs,’ a fourth added. ‘Let’s see her arse.’
I was turned around, and the back of my dress hitched up so that my bum was revealed to whoever had asked to see it.
‘Very sexy,’ the voice conceded. ‘It looks firm too. What about her shit hole?’
My bum cheeks were parted so that my bum hole could be examined.
‘I think she will do fine, don’t you?’ a voice queried. ‘I hope this whore is as good to fuck as she looks.’
By now, I was in a state of high anticipation, and I guessed that two or three new recruits had joined ‘my’ men for the day. Apart from that deduction, I had no idea what would happen until the blindfold was removed.
Once it was taken off, I took in a sharp gasp of breath as I looked around. I was in a large stone garage with a centrally positioned six-foot wide bed. At one end stood an array of gardening tools. Hanging on a series of hooks along both walls were ropes, chains, whips and other equipment, some of which looked like they had come from the middle ages.
However, my attention was drawn to the six men standing around the bed, all complete strangers to me. They were huge, in girth that is and not height, although to be truthful, one must have been around six feet tall. None of my original companions was anywhere to be seen.
Shock must have registered on my face as I gazed at the Sumo like men standing looking lustfully in my direction.
‘Surprised?’ one asked with a smile.
‘Very,’ I replied nervously. ‘Who are you?’
‘We have paid for your services for the day. We hope we have not wasted our money, and you won’t disappoint us?’
My eyes opened even wider as I saw two of them starting to undress. These were not the shape of men I would usually have chosen to be fucked by, and I guessed that they had been arranged just for this reason.
‘We have a list here, apparently written by you, outlining everything we can do and also listing your hard limits. Is this still correct?’
I scanned the handwritten note I had given in the coffee shop months before.
‘Yes,’ I replied meekly, my head in a whirl.
‘Excellent, Rachel,’ one of the men replied as though he had known me all his life. ‘We should spend a happy day together. First off, you can rim us all. We are all clean and have only just showered.’
What could I do? I knew this situation was a possibility as I had agreed to a day titled ‘Whoring.’ I could not therefore complain. My only reservation was that they were so large as I judged none of the six men was under eighteen stone. Whether I could survive being taken in the missionary position by all the men without being squashed flat remained to be seen.
One by one, they stripped and leant over the bed. I knelt and pushed my head into their large and flabby backsides so that my tongue could provide what they desired as I attempted to push it deep into their butt holes. The gasps and sighs I heard told me that I must be doing okay as I worked away, thankful that their bums were indeed clean.
With my rimming job completed, none of the men could contain themselves from quickly stripping me out of my lace covering, laying me on the bed and after lubricating me, entering my pussy.