This is absolute madness. My throat became dry as I left the ride share to climb the steps to her townhouse on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Here I am, a woman in my late twenties who left work early on the pretense of a dental appointment to play in Eden’s house on a sunny afternoon. I was waxed and washed, my make-up in place and dressed in a short champagne colored satin slip under a trench coat and impossibly high heeled strappy sandals as Eden had directed. I feel like a virgin…a virgin marching up the side of volcano to be flung in as a sacrifice to the gods.
After running my fingers through my hair to fluff it in place, I rang the doorbell. I resisted the urge to bite my lip as not to ruin my red lipstick. The door opened and Eden appeared in all of her dominatrix glory.
Perfectly beautiful, her slim body encased in a black leather bustier, tight black leather leggings, and sky high black leather heels. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and her make-up was impeccable with her lips topped with blood red lipstick.
“You look perfect,” she cooed. “Come on in.”
I stepped into her foyer of marble flooring of her luxurious townhouse her wealthy hedge fund ex-husband gave to her as part of their divorce settlement. I bent to unbuckle my shoe’s straps as she demands that people take their shoes off when entering her home. It was then that I spotted four pairs of men’s shoes by the door. Polished and expensive, they were high class, the kind her spoiled Wall Street clients wear.
“Leave them on,” she commanded. “You won’t be walking in them.”
I straightened and asked, “What’s with the shoes? Do you have other guests?”
“I have friends,” she said, slipping my coat from my shoulders to hang in the foyer closet.
She kissed my cheek, leaving a red imprint of her lips upon me and I breathed in the sweet essence of her perfume. She walked to a side table and picked up a black satin blindfold before returning to me once more. Walking behind me, she slipped the satin sash over my eyes and tied it tightly behind my head.
She backed away and softly commanded, “On your hands and knees, slave.”
I immediately dropped down onto all fours. My heart quickened. This is really happening. In a few moments I would be led into a room of strangers who will see me in a slip, thong panties and strappy sandals crawling on the ground like a dog. They will be allowed to do whatever my mistress allows, and I could tell by her evil smile when she opened the front door that she had planned an adventurous afternoon.
She grabbed my hair on the top of my head.
“Come along,” she said, as she tugged me to follow.
My pussy lips began to swell as I crawled over the cold marble floor.
Crawling blindfolded is tough enough but going up the stairs took some effort. Yes, I could see from a crack between the blindfold and my cheek, but the carpeted runner did little to cushion my knees from the hard wood stairs as they took a beating as though I was kneeling on hard wood as penance. I knew we were going to Eden’s bondage room, a bedroom she’d converted into a boudoir torture chamber that she had named Edenwild. As I crawled down the second floor hall, I could hear us nearing the murmur of men talking in a relaxed manner. Four pairs of shoes. Four men? When Eden led me around a corner into the room, the room quieted down. So much so that I could hear the sound of ice cubes rattling in glasses.
“Gentlemen, this is my slave, Paige. This is her first party so be kind.”
“She’s beautiful,” said a deep male voice.
“Yes, she is,” replied Eden. “And quite the yoga girl.”
She tapped my hip with that familiar riding crop and softly said, “Downward facing dog.”
I assumed the yoga position as commanded, throwing my ass up into the air as I balanced on my hands and strappy heels. Eden stepped behind me. Her supple yet strong fingers peeled down my thong, her fingernails grazing my skin as she did. I remained steady in place when suddenly, I felt a man’s large hand caressing one of my butt cheeks. And though it sounds humiliating, and in many ways it is, this stranger’s hand rubbing my upturned ass absolutely electrified my entire body. I could smell his cologne which smelled vaguely familiar. He slid up my slip which fell down over my waist to leave my entire backside exposed. Goosebumps spread over my thighs and arms as my nipples hardened against the rippling satin. The man continued to stroke me as Eden casually told the men on how we met and how obedient I am.
As my attention drifted back to their conversation, a different man’s voice asked, “I wonder how tight her pussy is.”
Eden proudly said, “It is and it’s positively beautiful. Have a look for yourself.”
The hand caressing my butt moved away. I heard another man move off the chair to walk behind me as ice tinkled in a glass held by another observer. My knees began to shake from the strain of the yoga position. A gasp escaped from my lips as a man’s strong fingers squeezed my ass cheeks. He approved of it, confirmed by his ragged breathing. His fingers spread my ass cheeks and then my pussy lips, inspecting me as though I were a dog at a dog show. I felt so vulnerable and exposed but at the same time unbelievably turned on. His fingers scissored my pussy lips to my creamy wet insides, stretching my womanhood as he looked inside my pin. His thumb nudged my clit with lazy circles. Then, without warning or preparation, his fingers plunged into my wet folds, testing how far his knuckles could push into my folds. My mouth opened but nothing came out. Then his fingers withdrew to pull my ass cheeks apart to peer into my asshole before slapping upwards against my clit.
It came with no warning. The riding crop lashed across my butt. I jerked forward but remained in place. She swatted again and again and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Then she stopped. I heard the familiar squirt of a bottle of lubricant. And even though her fingers were coated in lube, I grunted from the pressure and the cold lube pressing into my anus as she fingered my tight hole. Her finger withdrew with a slurpy pop before her dry hand began to caress my face. I rubbed my cheek into its softness. I kissed her palm before laying my cheek into it. I was tempted to beg for mercy.
Before too long, the men did what they came to do. I was penetrated in my mouth and slick and easy pussy. It pumped into me, slapping his groin against my nose until he groaned, thrusted down deep until his balls settled against my chin and came. I gagged on his sperm and wretched but swallowed it all as his jizz pumped down my throat. Then the long dick left my pussy before it forced its way into my tight ass. I strained to relax my anus as meaty rod pushed past the rings of muscles into my ass. Involuntary tears sprung from my eyes as I struggled not to bite down upon the long hard flesh still pulsing cum in my mouth. And on it went. An uncircumcised cock slid into my mouth, sliding across my velvety tongue as it pumped in and out of my mouth, as the men grunted and groaning like beasts. Another one smeared his pre-cum over my cheek as a curved one fucked my now swollen pussy lips. And though my blindfold slipped a bit before someone yanked it back into place, I had lost all sense of time as men’s flesh bombarded me from every direction. Hairy legs rubbed against my smooth thighs, their hands caressed my butt cheeks, clutched my hips, gripped my hair and slapped my breasts as they flipped me this way and that, spreading my legs and pummeling me with unrelenting cocks. So fast and such a flurry of throbbing sensations, I couldn’t concentrate on having an orgasm. I didn’t even know if Eden was still in the room though I suspected she was watching with a drink in her hand. And when they finished, leaving me stretched, achy and wet, they left the room. I was a collapsed mess lying stomach down upon the big velvet covered bed with cum oozing from ass and dribbling from mouth and swollen pussy. Eden leaned over me to push the blindfold from my face. Candles were burning in the dark room.
“Clean your face,” she snipped. “You look a mess.”
She left the room to join the men in her parlor on the main floor. I hoisted myself up and stumbled to the nearby bathroom on my wobbly legs, bumping into the walls as I made my way down the hall. I walked downstairs where Eden met me in her foyer with my coat in hand. I put it on, tightening the belt close as she opened the door.
She said, “I’ll be in touch. Good night.”
“Good night, Eden.”
It was dark outside when I left Eden’s house. I’m hobbled along the sidewalk, sore yet strangely satisfied as I floated above my body, watching it teeter in unsteady heels as it walked in a stupor to the subway. Used by my mistress and a bunch of men, dumped back into the real world, not sure what really happened or who or how many men had penetrated me. I’ll never know who fucked me. And as my eyes meet those of men walking towards me, I’ll forever wonder, were you inside me?
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