Bitch contest

You decided to introduce me to your circle of friends who are into BDSM, but in such a way that I wouldn't know anything... You picked me up in a car and ordered me to be dressed in your favorite outfit—a black and white tunic, black lace stockings, a thong, and high heels. I brought your favorite handcuffs, collar, nipple clamps, and a couple of toys with me.

When I got in the car, you took my chin and kissed me deeply, tenderly yet passionately, and said: "I have a surprise for you today, baby, so for now you won't know where I'm taking you or what will happen there, but you, little one, must not disappoint me

and remember everything I've taught you."

After that, you put a mask on my face and we drove off. The drive wasn't long at all. I only remember hearing the creak of opening gates and we entered the grounds of some mansion-dacha... I was scared, even though I understood I should trust you and that nothing terrible should, in principle, happen. But when I got out of the car and you took the mask off me... I became even more scared, not so much by what I saw, but by what I realized was happening here. The Masters had arrived with their bitches, to show them off like at a dog show, whose is better, i.e., what each had achieved in training. And so I became afraid that I would do something wrong and anger my Master.

You led me by the leash into the house, where there were couples—Masters and their slaves—and also many single men lounging in armchairs. There were quite a few of them, and they were appraisingly looking me over as if at a slave market.

Then I thought: "What if you decided to sell me, lend me out for a while because I'm such a disobedient, headstrong bitch and need to be punished with this humiliation..." Yes... so much for a rest... now I'll have to pay for it.

You sat down on a wide, low sofa and ordered me to bring you an ottoman for your feet and, to start, a shot of cognac. I brought everything and knelt at your feet.

I was afraid to raise my eyes, to avoid burning up right there under the scorching gazes of the many men who were shamelessly examining my breasts, legs, my buttocks... they would have liked to look even further and deeper, but you were in no hurry with your punishment.

Suddenly one of the men approached and asked your permission to try me out...

You put handcuffs on me, apparently still not entirely sure... that I wouldn't use my hands, and you allowed him to feel me up, and He started touching me, kneading my breasts, shoving his hands into my mouth... And then you ordered me to lick his fingers.

While his fingers were plunging into my mouth one by one... the fingers of his other hand began wandering over my pussy, kneading it and squeezing my lips... I was made to lie on my back on a small table in front of your sofa, spread my legs wide, you put the mask back on me at that time... and I simply got lost...

You held the leash tightly, attaching my hands in the cuffs to it as well.

At first I could still hear the Man asking your permission before doing anything with me, and then I stopped hearing the questions, as you began deliberately communicating only with gestures or whispers between yourselves, so I wouldn't understand what would happen to me the next moment.

They started squeezing my nipples, kneading my lips, there were constantly someone's fingers in my mouth, and I realized there was already more than one man nearby, but how many??

Someone started kissing my knees and slowly, with light, arousing kisses, moving up to my pussy, while someone else at that time was playing a crop over my pussy, and I felt that I started to like it. Then I felt someone's mouth touch mine, part my lips, and pour a little cognac into me... and I immediately recognized YOUR lips...

I didn't want to let them go. OOOOOOH how I missed them!!! The aroma of the cognac and its life-giving nectar spread through my body... I became hot.

Then you let me go and again someone's hands... and lips began to take me... and I felt something cool entering me... but not alive. Apparently, these were your favorite tools... items from the table... What was it, I thought: an eggplant, a banana, a cucumber.

I was scared and wanted to scream, but I knew that then YOU would be displeased with me... that I would show my insolence... Then I felt someone's cock, already quite hard, start pushing into my mouth... and I heard your order: suck it like you suck mine (that was terrible... hurtful... treacherous). that YOU would do this to me... but then down below they also started taking me with a cock... first slowly... then shamelessly, hard and deep... despite my moans and my struggle, I writhed under the weight of a strange, hated body, trying to at least slow down this male a little...

I was afraid. that you would leave me here alone with unknown men, and go for a walk yourself, talk with other Masters... look at other bitches...

But something completely different happened, I heard your stern voice: "Alright, that's enough! Now I want to punish this disobedient, headstrong bitch myself, in every hole, every crevice! Leave us!"

And my suffering lips were touched by the tender fingers of your strong, burning hands, while your mouth covered mine and a sob ready to escape... remained inside me... only one hot tear ran down my cheek... a tear of joy, that my Master wouldn't give me to anyone and that now I would be only his... surrendering only to him.

First you caressed my pussy for a long time with your fingers and tongue, then you entered me deeply with your hot, swollen cock, ready to explode inside me immediately, and it began to melt within me.

We became one. My hands were held high above my head by one of your hands, your lips were hotly kissing and biting my nipples, Serezha was entering me deeply and hard, balls-deep.

My mask had long been torn off and I saw only your burning eyes... around us everyone was engaged in unrestrained sex, love, it smelled of flesh, lust, debauchery...

On the way home, I rode leaning on your shoulder, and you drove slowly, pushing back the time of the inevitable parting as far as possible.

But soon there will be a new meeting, even brighter, hotter, more interesting, my beloved, dear Master.