Debbie didn't recognize the woman staring back at her in the mirror. Just a few months ago she was a proper, chaste woman, who was looked up to and respected by many women within her church and neighborhood. Her girls even thought she was a prude when it came to sex. She almost laughed as she thought about their perception of her, and what she was in reality.
She was about to become the fuck toy of a group of men. How many, she had no idea. The thought both terrified and excited her. Then all of a sudden it dawned on her, what if she knew some of them? She knew Master had been hinting and talking about something like this with her. Up to this point they had just been faceless cocks in her mind. Now all of a sudden the reality of what was about to happen was taking root in her sex crazed brain. How many of these men might she know? The supermarket, the neighborhood, her girls sports teams. Her stomach cramped up. What if one of them was from her church?
Jack opened the second floor bathroom door and stood in the doorway as he spoke to Debbie. "You almost ready slut?" There was a tenderness in his voice. He had never been harsh or handled her in anger at any time since they'd started their affair. But he had always been firm and dominating. The two qualities Debbie was drawn to like a moth to the flame. "You look damn good today slut!"
"Thank you Master." Debbie replied. She paused. "Master, may I ask a question?"
"Of course! What is it?"
"How many cocks will I be servicing today sir?"
Jack laughed. "Six total. I've invited five guys to our little fuckfest."
Debbie's cunt twitched as she thought about being used by six men. Their hands all over her body. Their cocks filling her every hole. Their spunk filling her and covering her body.
Jack anticipated her next question. "And yes! You do know one of them!" His eyes stayed fixed on her as he waited to see her reaction. What he saw told him he was pushing her further into his domination and humiliation of her. "But you'll see soon enough. Now get your ass downstairs. I have something for you."
Debbie followed Master downstairs, still only wearing her garter, stockings and heels. Her tits bounced with every step she made. She followed him to the cabinet he had taken the paddle from just a few minutes before. He pulled out a small elongated box and handed it to her. She took it and opened it. It was a black felt collar with the initials JB embossed on it in what looked like stainless steel. The same metal was used around the length of it in an ornamental pattern. Finally, there was a metal loop on the end of it right next to the clasp. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry.
"Thank you Master. It's beautiful!"
"I'm glad you like it." He replied as he took it out of the box and prepared to put it around her neck. Debbie lifted the back of her hair as he reached around her neck with it. "Just so you'll know. The metal is platinum. Gold looked too tacky. And besides, you're more valuable to me than gold." Debbie smiled at the compliment. "Do you know what the initials stand for?"
"No sir!" Debbie answered shyly, although she had a good idea.
"Jack's Bitch!" Jack finished fastening the collar around her neck and then spun it. "Does that feel comfortable?" The material was so soft, Debbie could hardly tell she had it on.
"Oh yes! Very comfortable! Thank you Master."
"This will serve as a reminder to the guys today who you belong to." Master wouldn't give her any information about who was coming, what the parameters were for what they could do to her or how long this would last. He was going to keep her guessing and wondering every step of the way. The unknown only heightened her arousal. "I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to require you to wear it when you go home." Then his eyes lit up with that sinister look. "Maybe I'll make you wear it to church." He laughed hard. He knew in his mind he wasn't going to demand that of her. At least not yet. But the reaction he saw on his slut's face was priceless. He then reached inside the cabinet and brought out a 6' walking chain with a latch on one end and a large leather looped handle on the other. He attached the chain to her collar and led her across the room next to his chair.
Next to his chair was an oversized square pillow, about 3'x3'. "This is your place when I don't have something for you to do. Understand slut?"
"Yes sir!" Debbie said with a voice eager to please. Although her anxiety level was rising with each passing minute as she worried who it was that she was going to know walking through that door shortly.
"Good girl!" He took the chain off her. "Go make a fresh pot of coffee. I'm guessing the guys will want some." Jack sat in his chair and watched with admiration as his bitch walked into the kitchen. "That is one fine piece of ass!" he mumbled to himself as she walked away.
Debbie walked back into the living room after completing her task and knelt down on the pillow next to her Master's chair. Jack began stroking her head and hair with a gentleness she had come to crave as much as the times he spanked her. After several minutes, "Get up here!" he ordered her. Debbie stood and climbed in his lap, curling up in his arms. This had become Debbie's favorite position. She loved having his arms wrapped around her, feeling their strength, after he'd just taken her hard.
They began kissing as Master's left hand explored her tits. Debbie's body was covered in goosebumps as his fingers caressed her sensitive breasts, trailing outwards till his fingertips were dancing over her nipples. He took her nipple between thumb and index finger and pinched until she gasped in his mouth. Jack played with her tits till he felt her squirming in his lap, needing more. He broke their kiss long. "Now feed me your tits." Debbie cupped her right breast and lifted it without hesitation. Jack sucked in her nipple, nibbling and sucking on it as his left hand trailed down her stomach and between her legs. Debbie spread her legs as much as her position in Master's lap would allow.
His fingers played with her clit alternating between rubbing it lightly and pinching it. He could feel her orgasm approaching. Jack pulled off her tit long enough to see the glazed look on her face. She was a bitch in heat, and she was about to be pushed further than she'd ever been pushed before. "You need to cum, don't you slut?" His question was meant to taunt her. He already knew the answer.
"Oooohhhh, yes sir! I do!" Debbie moaned, her voice sounding more like a small child in need than a woman overcome with sexual desire.
"Well you can't! Today your role is to service the cocks I bring to you." He continued to play with her clit as he spoke.
Debbie whimpered with need. "Please!"
Master pulled her into his body and held her tightly. "No Little One! Soon enough! I want to keep you mindful of who you belong to." He pulled his hand from between her legs and fed his fingers to her one at a time. Debbie sucked and licked them clean of her juices. "Good girl!" Just as she finished cleaning Master's hand they both heard vehicles driving up the driveway to the house. "It sounds like our guests have arrived. Why don't you get back down on your pillow and wait like the good slut you are."
Debbie crawled back down to the pillow, her pulse quickening as the sound of vehicles got closer. What had been an exciting, erotic thought before was now becoming reality. She felt like she was going to come out of her skin, the mixture of fear and excitement was so intense her stomach began to cramp up.
Jack walked to the front door and opened it just as the men he'd invited stepped up onto the porch. The five he had invited were men he knew he could trust. Jack had also spelled out very clearly the rules for not only the day's festivities, but how they were to conduct themselves when they saw Debbie outside of this setting. Jack had also let them know what the consequences would be if they broke his rules. As Jack told each of them, "My bitch, my rules!" Each man had acknowledged Jack's rules. Each man had also worked with Jack long enough to know he meant what he said. None of them had any intention of breaking any of his rules.
"Hey guys! Good morning!" He shook each of their hands as they walked through his front door. Brant was in his early 30's and Jack's lead electrician. Adam was in his mid 40's and Jack's number one plumbing contractor. Adam brought Tom, his helper, a young guy in his late 20's. Walt was in his mid 40's also and acted as Jack's lead carpenter. Right behind him was Ted, Walt's helper. One of the biggest black guys any of them had ever worked with. Ted was in his late 30's. All five guys stood in the foyer waiting for direction from Jack. "I hope you boys are ready for some fun. I know you all busted a gut getting that last house done on schedule, and I just wanted to show you a little appreciation."
Jack led them into the living room where Debbie was still kneeling on her pillow with head bowed, not in submission, but in fear of looking up. She kept telling herself that maybe if I don't look at them, they won't recognize me. The room became silent as the six men entered it. All of them stared at the sensuous creature that was kneeling before them. Adam was the first to speak. "Jack, that is one gorgeous bitch you've got there!"
"I'll second that!" Brant chimed in. "And she's got great tits too!"
"Guys," Jack was going to introduce her to them. "This is Debbie. But today her name is Slut! She's here to serve us however we want!"
Walt chuckled as he finally recognized her. "Well I'll be damned! If it isn't the prudish Miss Debbie!" Then he started laughing out loud.
Debbie recognized the voice and instinctively looked up. Staring down at her was the man who had stared at her so many other times in church. His look in church had left her no doubts what he was thinking. Now she was to serve him as his slut for the day.
