For those who may have felt my prior submissions were a little too light and romantic.......
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After dinner, Master brought me back to our room.
I was surprised when you did not start to undress me right away. Instead we kissed and you slipped a blindfold over my eyes. You then turned me around and tied my elbows together behind my back. Well, not together but tight enough to be almost uncomfortable with by back arched and my sternum forced upward. Then you tied my wrists for good measure. You never said anything while you did so. I knew something was going on. You were never so oddly silent. Normally you are so verbal and I had become used to your prompts and my rehearsed responses. I really started to wonder what was going on.
Your rules were not to say anything unless I am prompted during a scene but I had to ask what was going on. You did not scold me for speaking out of turn and instead answered with, "Slave, you promised me you would obey me and submit to me."
I was still confused but I answered, "Yes, Sir."
"Good, then stop talking and just follow along."
I was still fully dressed from dinner but you slipped my coat back over my shoulders and sat me on the edge of the bed. Walking away from me I thought I heard you pick up your phone although I did not hear you make a call. Maybe you were texting. You still did not say a word but I heard you pour yourself a drink. You did come back and sit with me on the bed and instead sat down on the other side of the room. I did not have long to wait and try to figure out what was going when there was a knock on the door. You got up and opened it. Still there was silence but I think someone else walked into the room.
You came over to me and pulled me to my feet.
Your voice was even and coolly unemotional, "There is a not very nice man here. I am going to give you to him and he is going to take you away. You are going to do whatever he tells you until he returns you to me. I imagine he is going to use you rather harshly. Try to be a good girl for me."
"What if I scream for help at the top of my lungs?"
"You do not actually want to do that because you are my slave and my fuck toy and I am ordering you to do this. I know you are easily bored and this will not be boring. A little scary maybe but not boring."
My heart was in my throat the entire time the stranger guided out of the hotel. He took me out a side door. Thank goodness no one seemed to see this blindfolded woman, covered by a coat but without her arms in the sleeves, walking awkwardly in high heels to a car. The stranger, who still had not spoken, helped me into the back seat and I found yourself sitting next to some other man.
Then, I finally heard the voice of yet a third man come from the driver's seat, "Frank, when we get to my house you walk her in. Bill, can open beers for each of us. I already covered the bondage table and positioned it in the middle of the room. We can start by having her strip. Then we'll put the bondage cuffs on her and chain her spread eagled on her back to the table."
This was getting really frightening. "What if I said RED right now," I blurted out.
The driver, who seemed to be in charge, responded almost too quietly, "I think we need to make the rules for this evening crystal clear. I am only going to say this one time. First, you do not speak unless you are asked a direct question or if you need to begging for something. You will address each of us as Sir. Second, the reason for these rules is that you are nothing to us but three holes and two tits. You are our whore. We paid your boyfriend or whoever that was and we plan to get our money's worth. So, if this RED is some kind of safe word or something, you can forget that bullshit for tonight. We are going to use you any way we want for as long as we want. Please, do not start screaming or thrashing around or anything stupid like that. It won't you no good because my neighbors are a long way from my house and will not hear you and the only reason we have not gagged you is because the guy said you had some kind of phobia about gages and we are being NICE. We do not have to be NICE. So...shut the fuck up and just do as your told."
At this point the man beside me roughly opened my coat, "And keep your legs spread, slut."
I felt momentarily paralyzed as I tried to process what was happening.
More loudly, he said, "I said, spread your legs, cunt," as he reached down and roughly pulled my knees apart. Then, using a handful of hair as a handle, he pulled my head down to his crotch with one hand and opened his trousers and pulled out his cock with the other. "We do not have far to go but do something useful with your mouth."