Three Years a sex slave [MMF] [GB]

Part 5

I answered the door and saw a guy there, “Hi” I said, with mom right behind me, “Mistress Diana.” A sub. Okay, tall mid 40s starting to fat, “Good you’re here, come in.”

As he came through the door, mom turned to me and said, “Priestess, go to my room, take sub Stan and prepare while I talk to sub B-”

“Yes, Mistress.” I left, motioned to dad to come with me. He followed me to the master bedroom.

“Jeez, Cate,” dad said when I closed the door behind us, “I’m really surprised you getting involved in this nonsense. Subs and Doms, sex slavery essentially.”

“Dad, you don’t want me to?” I started undressing, taking off my jumper. “Don’t you want to fuck me? I actually like it with you!”

“Yes, I like fucking you, but it’s up to you, so honestly, why?” He saw me and opened his shirt.

“Mom’s right, I am a sub. I was quite prepared to join in my own degradation with Charlie organizing a gang bang, his buddies, and me fucking them all. This way, I get a lot of fucking and likely some serious enjoyment especially if I get to suck your dick occasionally.” My dress fell off my shoulders, and my bra quickly followed.

“And you will now..I love your mother, and I will do anything for her. Yeah, I’m a real sub, but you’re not. You’re playing a game. There are times I see it, just flashes, but you get control of them.” Dad’s slacks fell to the floor, followed by his shirt.

I smiled, “Yep, I’m getting better at it. I love your dick by the way, and mom’s right about that too, like a dick but love all dicks. I’m adding, especially when they’re going to cum in me. And I loved eating your cum too. That’s strange, but yep, love it. Maybe I just like the idea of being a sex object. I don’t know, but I really want you to fuck me and I’m sorry you didn’t get a chance to cum in me, only my mouth. Maybe tonight.”

“Just be careful, some of the members of this club could get really nasty.” Dad’s boxers were off and he stood up, looking at me, he said, “You really are fucking beautiful.” His cock started swelling.

“I want that in me, both ends tonight,” I pointed at his cock, “Like ordinary people, you mean? Yeah, but I’m getting a lot of help when I’ve finished school and that’s going to set me up for after I leave the club.”

“They’re talking ten years, otherwise you’ll-” We heard the sounds of steps on the landing. The door opened and mom walked in, followed by a very naked male. I gasped when I saw the size of his cock, it was fucking huge! Bigger than dad’s.

“Yes,” mom said, “Sub B-‘s cock is something special, wait until you have it in your mouth. Sub,” mom looked at dad, “You and Sub B- are going to show the Priestess everything you can think of to teach her about pleasing two men at once. Oral, vaginal even anal, understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And Priestess, for you, the safe word is bananas. If you say that word, everything stops.”

I didn’t quite understand what she was getting at, “Safe word, Mistress?”

“If you do something that hurts or that you really cannot do, then say the safe word. Everyone knows it and one of the club rules is safe words always need to be listened to. In short, say the safe word and whatever is going on at that moment stops.”

“Thank you, Mistress. Bananas, yes, I have it.”

“Priestess, you are the most important person in this room right now, we do not want to hurt you or drive you away, that’s why safe words. Shall we get started?” Mom undressed as dad and Sub B- took me in their arms, dad at the front and Sub behind me. I reached behind me to get a feel of that length of flesh and it felt soft in the hand. I could hear mom’s insistence that I should always be mindful of my own protection, to know when something could get out of hand. I wasn’t really paying attention, I was a bit distracted having four hands caressing me, squeezing my ass, my tits, touching me with the firm assurance of men who knew what they were doing. They spoke to me, telling me what I could do to them, touch them, stroke their cocks, play with their balls, kiss them, suck on their nipples.

I worked my way down on dad and took his dick into my mouth, holding B-‘s cock, pulling him closer, masturbating him. I swapped, started pulling dad and took that weapon into my mouth. Right now I was glad that I had mastered the gag reflex because that long prong, while it wasn’t as thick as dad’s, it was longer and it slid right past my tonsils. Didn’t get much further, because my head was at the wrong angle. He didn’t taste as nice as dad either, but he was clean. I realized his smell was different, similar to his taste, not really pleasant, not entirely unpleasant, different.

Didn’t matter, I was sucking his dick. Under their tutelage, I was able to work between them, maximizing their pleasure. It was hard work but I didn’t mind a bit. B- pulled me back onto my feet and laid me over the bed. I felt his cock looking to invade me, while I was spanking dad’s monkey. It slipped inside me, slowly it went deeper and deeper until it could go no more, I felt his pubis crushing my clit. He pulled my knees up and dad moved closer so I could suck him, a cock in my face, a cock in my cunt, what a way to fuck!

It wasn’t long and the men swapped, I had dad inside me and B- in my mouth. Dad wasn’t getting into me as far as B- did but he was filling me up none-the-less. I went into a frenzy of fucking, loving every second of it! I heard mom give an instruction, but it didn’t make sense, to me anyway, I wasn’t listening. B- extracted his cock, dad pushed me up the bed a little then rolled over, pulling me on top of him.

I straddled dad and he slid back inside me. He kissed me as I pushed onto his cock. “This might hurt a little babe,” he whispered but it really didn’t register. At that moment, I felt a prod at my ass hole and a cold feeling dribbling over my ass cleft, oil, had to be. I jumped a little at the very different feeling on my heated skin, then I felt another prod, a finger wiping around my butt hole. A hand was wiping oil over my ass, then it moved and held my hip, I felt something prod directly on my ring.

“Relax,” I heard mom say, “Relax, anal might hurt a bit at first, but you’ll enjoy it.”

This prod grew more and more insistent. I could feel my ass hole opening as something was being forced the wrong way up it. It slid in, I could feel it, FUCK! That hurt so I cried my pain, out loud, it wasn’t a moan, it was a cry of pain, grunting I could feel tears welling in my eyes. Then I felt something else, the cock in my pussy, dad’s cock, seemed to grow, expand, it was an unbelievable feeling! How could a cock grow like that?

It took a moment or two, it wasn’t dad’s cock growing, it was my pussy clenching as that long cock drove into my ass. I thought I was going to shit it out I was clenching so hard, but he stopped moving. “Relax,” came an insistent voice, “Priestess, please, relax!” I wanted to cry ‘Bananas’ but I didn’t, I’m too fucking stubborn I think. Until that moment, I was really enjoying it but then it changed. The unexpected pain really got to me.

“Relax, baby, relax,” came the similar refrain, over and over. I started to relax and the pain slowly receded, just a little. I relaxed a little more, and the pain eased a little more. I did my best to relax, the pain eased considerably, but didn’t go away entirely. I felt B-‘s cock pull out, and he said, “That fucking hurt!” then a slap of the whip! “Don’t complain, expect the pain! This is her first time, just as was explained to your Mistress!”

“Sorry, Mistress, sorry Priestess, I forgot my manners.”

“Don’t forget again, Sub!”

“No Mistress, I won’t forget again.”

I looked over my shoulder and could see the pain he was in. I got off dad’s cock and turned around, “Let me see,” I said.

“Don’t worry about him, Priestess, are you alright?”

“Yes, Mistress, a little sore but I’ll be fine. I just don’t want to cause any injury to that wonderful cock, Mistress. Let me take care of it, please Mistress!” I pleaded. “Hurry up about it, then!”

“Thank you Mistress.” I ran out of the bedroom saying I would be right back. I quickly went to the kitchen, got a bowl, then up to the bathroom got some soap and warm water. I took it to the bedroom and saw that the men were sitting on the side of the bed, they were having a terse conversation which stopped when I appeared. I did hear mom say “She’s the Priestess-” so someone may not have been happy. “Sub, please let me take care of this,” I asked permission to tend his dick.

“Don’t ask Priestess,” mom said, “He’s a Sub. Demand!”

WTF? I can demand? “Open your legs,” I ordered. “Yes, Priestess.” He complied. First, I washed his tool. It wasn’t erect, but flaccid, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to get any more of it tonight. I dried it, gently. Discarding the towel, I said, “A gentle massage might help.” I nearly slipped up and said ‘dad’ but I caught myself, “Sub,” looking at dad, “On the floor, under me, licking my pussy.” I love his tongue and his dick. I gently caressed B-‘s balls then kissed it, kissed the knob. Dad was in position and I again lowered myself onto his tongue.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I said. “I know Priestess, I should have been more gentle.” “That’s not the issue, you were fine, but I’m just not ready for it. Not tonight anyway.”

“Why didn’t you use the safety word, Priestess?” asked mom.

“I’m going to have every hole filled by a vibrator, a dildo or a cock, Mistress, perhaps all at the same time. I thought I could handle it, but not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“No, Mistress. I am thinking I should have a small butt plug to wear for the next time, Mistress. might help.” Just like dad’s tongue is doing me now, that’s helping me.

“Well, it should, okay, that’s what we’ll do. In that case, we’ve been here for nearly an hour. Break and coffee.”

“In a moment, please Mistress.” I lowered my face onto B-‘s dick and even flaccid as it was, there was still a lot there. I took it in, all of it gently caressing it with my mouth and cheeks. I could feel it coming back to life, so I didn’t move except to bury my nose in his pelvis. I took a deep breath before it really grew and used my tongue to stroke it as it swelled. I could feel it sliding further into my mouth, to my tonsils, then past them, into my throat. I was at a better angle this time, presenting a far more straight throat than what it had been. B- gasped and moaned as he grew into my throat. That was a seriously fucking wired feeling.

In the meantime, dad was really tonguing me. Lick, lap, lap, lap, Li-i-i-ick, lick, then the same pattern. If he kept this up, I was gunna cum in no time, flat! Finally B-‘s knob grew and it grew large, larger than dad’s. His cock is like a rose, a long firm stalk with a shapely head of flower, flesh in this case, at the end. It also felt like B- was starting to get really excited, but I know we were ordered not to cum yet. Regretfully, I lifted my head off his dick and kissed the end of it. “All better?” I asked. “Yes, Priestess, much better.” I couldn’t help but notice that as soon as his cock was abandoned, albeit temporarily, it went down pretty quickly.

“Okay, drinks break,” ordered mom.

“Shall I make coffee, Mistress?”

“No, water only,” she ordered, “Sub, explain to her the reason for water only breaks.”

“Yes, Mistress,” dad said, “Dehydration during a sex session like this creates a problem. As mouths dry, breath becomes stale and noisome. Recovery times grow longer, much longer for some. You have greater resilience than we do, due to your age, but dehydration will sap your body strength faster. Caffeine is a diuretic, can cause dehydration, so water is better for us.”

Mom ordered us to put robes on and go downstairs. While in the kitchen, we talked more about what we were doing, what fucking two guys at the same time was like, how to improve my skill at pleasing men.

Without being ordered, I slid off my chair and crawled under the table. I spread mom’s legs and kissed her thighs, then her pussy. I tongued her clit and as she leaned back in her chair, put two fingers inside her, pumping her while licking her. She was already wet and this only made her more so. I didn’t mind licking mom’s pussy, just like I didn’t mind sucking dad’s cock. She was already sensitive and my actions simply took her over the edge. Mom is not a demonstrative cummer, she is pretty quiet, as I had noticed earlier when I had brought her off with Mistress V- instructing me. I felt the muscle grip and a taste of fluid as she gushed, not a lot, but some heard her moans and gasps.

“That was nice, Priestess, now go and wash, pee if you want to, and both Subs will be ready for your return. Don’t forget to wash yourself, a clean pussy makes for happy sexing.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I did exactly as she instructed, relieved myself and washed. I looked at the clock, and saw that in our first session, we had been no more than forty minutes, with a lot of for play and a little actual fucking. The ass fucking included, it wasn’t long at all. It seemed a lot longer. By the time I had made mom cum used the bathroom and prepared for round 2, that was another forty minutes. Not real long at all.

When I got back into the bedroom, mom said, “Okay, the anal didn’t work out too well, but it will get better. So practice moving between two cocks when sucking them.” Okay. “Yes, Mistress.”

I had dad stand on my left and Sub B- on my right. I took one cock in each hand and stroked them. I kissed one, then the other, repeating this move, stroking as I moved. I then took one in my mouth, stroking the other, for a few pumps, then reversed again. It is all in the timing, get a good balanced timing between each and you can give a lot of pleasure. When not sucking, then stroking. It took some practice but I did get it right. The hard part is the physical toll it takes on you. One of the things I’ve found since then is that I have to maintain high levels of personal fitness. Fucking is much like track and field or baseball, and I personally would love to see it in the Olympics. Can you imagine, Stadium Sucking? Or Team Fucking? Marathon Gang Banging? Every entry to the stadium gets to fuck a contestant? Shit, I’d be in that!

Dream on…

On orders from mom, we then did the one on the mouth and one in the pussy thing again. I didn’t mind that at all. First it was dad fucking me, and he has a nice dick with Sub B- getting into my throat. Then, work out how to swap, when to swap, how to keep a continuous movement, keep excitement levels up. Too slow and they lose it. Too fast it becomes really uncomfortable for stiff dicks.

When I worked it out, I was really starting to get tired. I could feel my energy levels dropping. Finally, mom told the subs that it was time. I was to be on my knees and their cocks would be in my face. They would masturbate and I would get to feel their cum on my face, my tits. I’ve seen this in porn, but never tried it, so let’s do it, I thought.

So here I was, playing with the nuts sacks of two guys, while they were spanking the monkey. Dad was a full hand guy, his hand wrapped around his thick cock, shuffling backwards and forwards. Sub B- was a two finger guy. He had his thumb and first two fingers around his cock and taking much shorter strokes, more or less wiping his foreskin over his knob. I was wondering if he was actually going to cum as his grip didn’t seem to make contact with the knob.

Didn’t seem to make a lot of difference, he was tensing before dad. I could feel his balls starting to tighten, was that a sign? Then they jumped, and I saw and felt a stream of cum shooting our of the end of his dick. I knew that was going to happen, but seeing it for the first time, for real, that was something. It arched over my forehead, then I felt it land in my hair, a line lay down over my forehead, dribbling down into my eye, Shit, it stings! I head a grunt as I closed my eyes, and felt another glob hit my face, this time on the bridge of my nose. Fuck, was he fucking aiming at my eyes? The were both stinging like crazy now. Another grunt and a I felt another glob hit, just above my mouth and roll down onto my lips.

I had to taste this, I licked my lips, yep, it was all Sub B-. He hadn’t changed in taste at all. Not entirely unpleasant but not that nice. Then I felt a glob hit my tits. I also noted the heat of the cum, that I wasn’t really expecting. Don’t know why, when I thought about it afterward, obviously it’s coming out of a man’s body, so yes, it should be at body temperature, 98.6 degrees, Fahrenheit. I wiped my eye with my fingers, that didn’t stop the sting but it made it easier to clean off my face when I licked them.

Then I heard dad say, “Cumming babe!” accompanied by a whoosh and a slap of a whip, “Priestess!” I felt a hot glob of dad’s cum on my cheek then another stream hit my chin, and I could feel it dribbling onto my tits. Another string hit my tits, hot and wet, just like I like it. I hadn’t let go of dad’s nuts so pulled him closer, opening my mouth. I was rewarded with a dribble of his semen dropping into my open maw. I took his tool in hand and aimed it at my mouth, leaning to take it in. I started sucking him, the moment I could feel his knob inside my lips. I really like sucking cock and I’ve gotten better at it over the last five years.

And with that night, I was started in my road to becoming a sex slave. Over the next nearly two years I met all the Masters and Mistresses. During the summer break of my senior year, I fucked all of them. Not together. I got a smart phone which only had the numbers of each of the members and a couple of other subs who were peripheral to the Club. One sub lady, a beautiful lawyer, was seriously interesting and if she had a dick, I think I would have fallen in love with her.

All through the year, I worked at pleasuring my Masters and Mistresses, studied hard, worked out regularly. High School graduation came around and I graduated with an excellent GPA. I applied to an Ivy League, albeit online, college. I was accepted and am still studying law. Taking my time a bit. A few weeks after that, I was initiated and that was a real highlight.

Part 6.

For the two years from just after my 16th birthday until just after graduation from High School, I was engaged on a part time basis by a group of people in a sex club. Being in Seattle, I was legal, so I could fuck whom I like, when I liked where I liked. I can tell you, I’ve fucked in some pretty fancy parts of town and will do again.

Right from the start, I was named Priestess by this club, a group of Doms and Subs, by one of the founders of the club, my mother. She was the first Mistress of the club I made cum, and her sub was the first man I successfully gave a blow job to, my dad. Mom was the first cream pie I ate, I’ve had many more since. I must admit, I didn’t enjoy all of them but I would have to say the majority of them ranged from tasty to really yummy, including my dad’s. I like sucking dick, licking pussy, fucking in general but the first most wonderful night of my life was when I was finally initiated into the club as their Priestess.

I got the name because I was to be like a priestess of old. I was to heal hurt members, to comfort them, to give them love when they needed it. I was to learn from them and teach them, to be a slut for them, or a vestal virgin, anything they desired. I have been tied up to a cross and fucked in all my holes. I’ve been whipped, by a felt like whip, not a cat-o-nine-tails, but a soft whip with a handle that’s seen the inside of my pussy on many occasions. I’ve been tied spread-eagled on a bed and ravaged by three women. I’ve held a man while he cried himself to sleep when his beloved Mistress unexpectedly passed away. Helped heal him and was sad when he told the group he could no longer participate in club activities. I’ve said goodbye to our oldest couple, in the best way possible, welcomed our newest couple, two women in an even better way. I wasn’t a sub, to be ordered around, but I wasn’t a Mistress to give orders. I might be, one day, but not yet.

I agreed to become their slut, their fuck doll, their carer, their Priestess, for a period of 10 years beginning from the first time I fucked a Master. (A special day that one.) I’ve been rewarded with an apartment, an education in law, which is in progress, with the promise of more. I’ve been offered a part time job in a legal firm, two days a week, owned by a Master and his sub and a Mistress and her sub. I’ve been assured that when my term has expired, and I am no longer their Priestess, I will have a career to go to, if I want it.

The issue for me is do I really want to give up being their Priestess? We shall see. My initiation night, what a fucking night’s fucking that was. (That’s not a typo or a grammatical error, by the way.)

A week before the ceremony, all Masters knew not to call me. I was alone for the week and I must admit, my pussy din’t really like it. I like to fuck, men, women, doesn’t matter to me. I do draw the line at anyone under the age of 16. Although I thought myself very smart as a 15 year old, looking back on it, I now find I was really clueless. (‘Clueless in Seattle’, sounds like a movie title, doesn’t it.) My bio reads I love fucking, movies, fucking, food, fucking, exercise, fucking, learning, fucking and skiing. Did I mention fucking too? For that last week before formal acceptance as the Priestess, I was seriously alone. I masturbated like crazy, vibed and dildoed myself silly. I took the largest dildo I had and wore it as a butt plug on the Friday, no more school so noone noticed, well so I thought, but more of that later, maybe.

The day finally came, and like any eighteen year old, I was impatient for the night to come. Emma, my sister, was staying with friends, her 16th birthday was a few weeks away yet, but again, maybe more about her later. I was counting the hours, then I began my preparations, shower, shave. I decided long ago I wanted a mowhawk along the upper part of my labia bursting out into a flower over my mons. One of the subs, J-, took one look at it and said it fitted me, a real atomic bomb! I loved that description, that was me and tonight I was going to go off like an atomic bomb!

I dressed in my finery, silken panties and bra, classy blouse and jacket with a short skirt, no stockings, I didn’t want them ruined, and delicate sandals. It was going to be a relatively warm night but I took a jacket and some extra clothing and leggings to come home in. We pulled into this driveway in one of those mansions in Madison Park where the car was met by sub D-. He’s a nice guy, unassuming and a real nice cock. His wife, Mistress Cl- doesn’t really appreciate him sometimes, I think, the way she talks to him is not always appropriate. I like her and she’s always been nice to me, I like fucking her, but sometimes, even with just a look at D-, she chills me.

D- motioned at someone who came forward as he opened mom’s door first, then mine. “Welcome, Mistress Diana, welcome Priestess.” he declared with real warmth in his voice. “Mistress, if you would care to go to the Washington Room, all of our guests have arrived, except for Sub K-. She sends an apology as she has been called to LA for business yesterday and will not be back until Tuesday.”

Mom shrugged that off as a matter of little consequence, but I was unhappy at the news. I like K- she’s a real good fuck and I learned so much about sexual adventurism from her. She’s a lawyer who represents a couple of organizations with their headquarters in LA now, so this sort of thing is likely to happen from time to time. “Sub K- has expressed a real regret for missing your initiation Priestess, she asked for me to pass to you her love and best wishes for tonight.” D- told me. “Thank you D-, I appreciate her thoughtfulness.”

“Now, Priestess, if you would follow Sub M-, she will lead you to your preparation room.”

“Thank you D-.” I’ve had M- she’s okay, but a little stand-offish, I think the phrase is. A Sub, she is willing to do as her Dom husband instructs but it’s not always with relish, or gusto, if that’s the right way to put it. M- said, “Please, follow me, Priestess, your room is ready.” My room, well, I am blessed tonight.

I haven’t been to this house before, but I assume this is where D- and his wife Dom Cl- live. Pretty fancy. M- took me into the front entrance but where mom and dad went right, we went left, into a large room then into a passage. Out of sight, M- stopped and turn to me. She said, “Please, forgive me for being so forward Priestess.” She stepped in and kissed me. “I am really envious of you tonight, I wish it was me, but it is you. Please also accept my apologies if I haven’t always been as friendly as I could have been, but do know, I love you, like all of us subs and only wish you the very best.”

I was surprised by her forwardness, replying, “Honesty never needs forgiveness. M-. No apologies required, either.” I embraced her and kissed her, “You all have my love, so I hope I can pleasure you as much as you will pleasure me tonight and in future.” 2 years I known these people, and I have learned so much about being a grown up, all I really wanted to do was rip her clothes off and make her make me cum. M- was radiant her step was more lively, lighter, after that comment.

We passed into a room where a very naked Sub Ke- was standing. Well, he wasn’t quite naked, he had a bow tied around his dick and the Sub ecer presnet collar. “Welcome, Priestess. We are your servants for the night. We will help you whenever you needs us, we will fetch and carry for you, anything you need, or want. This is your room for the night Priestess and we are part of the furniture,” he said.

I smiled, “Thank you Ke-,”

“As you can see, there is water here for you any time you want it,” pointing to the bottles of water alongside the king sized four-poster bed. “Also, through that door is a complete bathroom for you to use any time. There is shower and toileting facilities as well as a claw foot bath.”

“A girl could get spoiled with all this, you know,” I laughed.

“There will also be snacks here for you, as well as cold energy drinks at the end of the evening. You will be hungry and exhausted, Priestess. We are here to massage you after your initiation, to help you sleep.”

“Of course,” I said, thinking that they will likely fuck me again, but that’s okay, I wouldn’t mind at all.

“Please, Priestess,” M- said, “If you would care to use the facilities now, we will prepare your outfit.” Okay, I thought, guess I could have worn stockings. I held up the bag, “Spare clothes, for the morning,” I said. “Already been taken care of, Priestess,” M- said, opening the large cabinet behind her. There was an almost complete walkin wardrobe of clothes. So many clothes. I was amazed, “These are all for you, Priestess.” M- finished. “They will be packed and delivered to your home during the week, Priestess,” Ke- told me. I looked at some of them and I knew I would never have been able to afford these labels. “If you don’t like them, they will be returned and you will be given sufficient funds to purchase things for yourself, Priestess.” I was overwhelmed by the generosity of the Club.

They both directed me to the bathroom and helped me undress. They’ve both seen me naked, even had sex with me, so it was no big deal. They returned to the bedroom as I continued on using the facilities. I washed myself, wanting to be clean as I could be. I used the freshener, but sparingly. I went into the bedroom where both subs were naked now, except for the bow on Ke-‘s dick and a belt on M- and a fine linked chain connected to the collar. M- got a tissue and cleaned a spot on my arm with something cold. I thought she was going to give me an injection, but all she did was dribble a little fluid on my arm.

“This is something that will help you through the night.”

They prepared a robe, a flimsy, see through robe for me, putting it on me and sandals, not quite like flip-flops but similar, much better quality. A garland was put on my head, held down with hair pins, M- was very careful attaching it, making sure it would not fall off easily. At last, they deemed me ready and led me to this large room where everyone was waiting. By the time I got there, I could feel the uneveness in the carpet we walked on, every caress of the robe on my body, even the soft hands that were guiding me seemed to be holding me strongly. What this was, I found out later. In the large room we entered, I saw they were all there, all the Doms dressed in a robe similar to mine, the Subs dressed like M- and Ke-. I could see in the middle of the room a frame with a number of thin wires hanging from it. Attached to the wires were belts, each belt covered in material.

“Honoured Doms,” Ke- announced, “I present for your pleasure, the Priestess.” Everyone clapped to see me and more than a few dicks jumped into life. I was led to this contraption and M- removed my gown, Ke- started belting me into it. The touch of the silken materials was really sexy, really exciting me. My breasts were free, my pussy was free but my arms, my torso, my legs, my shoulders were all bound, not to restrict movement, but to balance me. I could see that if a wire was pulled, I would be laid out, flat, on my back or I could be turned in any direction, any angle. Whomever designed this device was an evil genius, I thought. Wires were tightened, I found myself laid backwards, my legs wide open, my head allowed to tilt all the way back, my arms and hands free to move. Four of the Masters stepped forward, and I knew what to do.

One bent and laid his mouth on my kitty, lapping it, I felt juices flowing almost from before he touched me. Another stepped forward, at my head. I laid back a bit more and his now hardening prong was just the right height for me to get it into my mouth. I felt rather than saw two at my hands, so I took hold of their tools and started stroking them. It took only moments for me to get sufficiently lubed for my first cock. The one licking me stood and drove himself deep into me. Oh it felt so fucking good after a week of plastic. The heated weapon filled me and pumped my pussy for all it could get. The cock in my mouth started pumping, the Master was practicing his Kegels. The Master fucking me pumped me, hard and I felt that hot prick sliding in and out of me, filling me with his heat. Then he groaned, loudly and I had a very slippery eel in me. He pumped me a couple more times and then pulled out. For this, we didn’t use condoms, everyone had blood tests for signs of any kind of infection. We would be unlucky if we did, none of the Masters, Mistresses or Subs fuck outside of the club. If they do, they do not fuck any Club member until all blood tests are completed and are all negative.

Dad told me that only once has a member, a Sub actually, tested positive, and the STD was Chlamydia. The treatment of Chlamydia is antibiotics and the female sub was severely punished. The risk of an STD was minimal to non-existent. Dad also told me that the guy who gave it to her was seriously unlucky. Seems he was a bit of a lead foot, he also got convicted of drunk driving, seemed to have a had a lot of unpaid fines, so managed to spend some time in prison. He knew he had Chlamydia, but never bothered to get treatment, fucking inconsiderate moron.

The Master who had been pumping my pussy pulled out and the dick in my mouth was pulled away. I felt more than saw the Master who was fucking my face quickly ram his hot rod into me at the other end. There was movement all around me, all men, Masters and subs, cocks were changing. I felt a harder pump and a groan would let me know another Master had finished, another load of semen in my pussy. I felt the hot spill of cum on my tits as one of the subs I was pulling cum on me, My mouth was filled with cum, which I swallowed quickly, Another load of cum landed on me from somewhere. I was losing count. One dick replaced another in my mouth, in my pussy. The only one that I knew was dad’s. As it went into my mouth I could taste it, I knew it was him and he filled my throat. I loved it when he did that. Another dick pulled out replaced with yet another.

I was spun a little, dad’s dick falling out of my mouth. There was so much in the way of pleasure, my skin was so sensitive, my focus seemed to be centered on being fucked, being pleasured. A cock entered my mouth, all wet and covered in semen. Cocks were swapped, and I could no longer keep up. I think that every cock that went into my pussy, also came into my mouth. There was just so many and each with a variety of flavors.

I felt the straps pulling on me again and I felt more upright. I felt hands take me from behind and a body stepped into mine at the front. I felt hands, a woman’s hands on my ass, filling my cleft with oil, making sure my ass was well lubed. My earlier difficulties with being fucked in the ass were well and truly resolved. I felt a dick sliding between my ass cheeks then gently ease its way into my hole. At the same time another slid inside my cum drenched pussy. I felt lips on mine, on my shoulders, on different parts of my body. Outside of my immediate circle, it was all a blur. Waves of sexual pleasure had been sweeping over me, each blurring into the last. I can’t tell when the first time I cum was, but I did, I know it, and the last one was just swept away by the next. I felt cock after cock in my pussy, in my ass. Semen dribbled off me, my face, my hair, my body, down my legs out of my ass. I couldn’t believe there was just twelve men fucking me. It felt like many, many more, some of them must have doubled up on the Viagra tonight. It just kept coming, the pleasure, the dicks, the hands, the lips, gobs of semen hitting me all over. I just ignored any sounds, comments, grunts, groans, sighs. There was just a continuous noise. Then it began to fade.

There were fewer hands, fewer dicks, fewer spurts of semen, they slowed as I drifted further away. I didn’t lose consciousness, but I was drifting on a wave of such pleasure that I disconnected from the reality of the world around me. All my nerve endings were screaming pleasure at me, every part of me was so sensitive to every touch I was just overwhelmed by it. Then there was nothing but the straps holding me. I felt soft hands on me again, gentle voices holding me upright as straps were released from around me. I could feel, smell and hear again. I smelt M- as she stepped closer, telling me I was alright. The rougher hands of a man were handling the belts as the softer hands of M- were gently encouraging me to move slightly.

I tried to talk, but it came out as a whisper, “I’m okay,” I was saying. “More, I want more!” M- smiled and said, “Soon, Priestess, soon.” M- put a bottle to my lips, “Drink, Priestess.” I did and the familiar taste of an energy drink washed away the semen taste in my mouth. I drank more, feeling the relief of the thirst I didn’t realize I had. “You’re doing brilliantly,” Ke- whispered, “Keep it up!” he urged. Both M- and Ke- stepped back and I felt surrounded again, but this time, by women. They touched me, gently, softly. On my breasts, my cum covered skin. I felt tongues on me, on my body, on my legs, on my face, licking the semen off me. I felt my legs being urged to part, so I accommodated that and was rewarded with a face pressed into my pussy, a tongue lapping at my clit. I heard a vibrator switched on and then another. I felt the soft caresses of women’s hands, the tickle of vibrators on my skin. The mouth on my pussy was replaced by a vibrator and within moments, I was back in that wonderful land of orgasm.

I felt a face on my ass, a tongue lapping my hole, my cheeks spread apart. I was again overwhelmed by the feelings enveloping me, the sheer physical sensations of so many hands and tongues and vibrations was giving me so much pleasure. I was being moved, then laid down on a soft surface. My face was smothered by a pussy, soft, wet lips on mine, I thrust my tongue out and lapped the offered cunt. Hands caressed my breasts, maneuvered my hands so my fingers could be inserted into love tunnels. Different tongues lapped at my pussy. Shifting bodies, different tasting women, one was mom but that was the only one I recognized, all the others were blurs ranging from yummy to okay in taste. Sounds, murmurings, grunts, groans, orgasmic screams all became blurred again.

It didn’t matter. I was being used in the most basic way any woman can be used, for fucking. I was pleasuring others, I was being pleasured, I just came and came. I had lost track of everything other than the next clit to lick, the next tongue on me. So much pleasure could not be healthy, but fuck it! I was enjoying being used like this. I was being swept by yet another wave of pleasure, over and over and things started to get really disjointed. I was no longer sure of what was happening around me. Seriously, a Mac truck could have driven right through the room and I wouldn’t have noticed. I could have had anyone, or anything, licking me and it would have had the same result, I would have cum again. I had no idea of how long all this was going on, I was well and truly out of it by this time.

I remember moving, lying down, feeling moisture over me, more semen maybe, walking somewhere, I think, lying down, standing up, being urged to take a drink, walking again, maybe. I heard voices, but it didn’t matter, I was so wrapped up in my own pleasure, the physical sensations of sex that I didn’t care. Then a soft darkness overcame me and nothing-

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