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.
