CHAPTER 2 - Exposed and Accessible to Strangers in the Club
Here i stand, blindfolded, naked, and completely exposed, with my wrists tied together around a pole behind me, in a restaurant/club.
i still have no idea if Master is sitting at our reserved table next to me or is elsewhere in the club...or not even here yet, for that matter.
People are carrying on, dining, talking, drinking, enjoying music. Then suddenly i hear a man and woman speaking near me, but i can't make out what they're saying. They get closer, and the man says to the woman, "Touch its tits, my slave."
The woman's hands softly graze my tits.
i am utterly confused with his words and don't understand what's happening.
"it has lovely tits, Master," she comments.
"They are referring to me as 'it'? How can this be?" i silently exclaim.
At this moment in time, i realize that Master has displayed me as his property here, allowing others to sample "it." He is giving me no say in this. He is chipping away at the very notion of me as an individual, of my having any "self."
As unsettling as this is, i recognize that i want nothing more than to please Master. i tell myself that i must learn to make the transition to being more fully his property.
The slave then begins to roll my nipples between her forefinger and thumb. This takes my breath away. A sexual surge travels through my body, culminating with a throb in my pussy.
During these months since becoming my Master's slave, i have been on self-touch restriction and orgasm restriction, with extremely limited access to my own tits. Touching myself and experiencing pleasure are rare and precious gifts that Master chooses to give to me, or not, as he sees fit.
As a result, on the few occasions when my nipples are touched, it's an incredibly stimulating and arousing sensation.
i sometimes stand before the mirror and look at my naked body, and specifically at my erect nipples, feeling desperate to touch them, desperate for Master's permission.
i begin to recognize now that the current stimulation is a gift from my Master, and that it would be rude and inappropriate for me to resist any pleasure that my Master is allowing.
So i take in the moment and savor the amazing pleasure from having my tits fondled by this woman. i feel thankful for this gift.
"Put your fingers in its pussy, slave."
i brace myself. Then i experience her gently putting two fingers in my pussy.
"It's quite wet, Master," she says.
"Perfect. Move out of the way. I'm going to fuck its pussy now."
i gasp. i'm horrified.
One thing is to experience a bit of pleasure at the hands of a woman. But this is quite another thing!
i've slept with only a couple of men since my divorce. Master knows this. And now a perfect stranger is going to fuck me? In a crowded restaurant?!
When Master has said that becoming his collared slave would include the potential for other participants, i have to admit that i have imagined it would be something we would discuss and plan together.
He's testing me tonight, and he is making it quite clear that i will have no say in matters concerning my body.
"Am i ready for this? Do i really want this? Can i handle this?" i ponder to myself.
i remember my hostess' words at the beginning of the evening, warning me not to resist, or else reconsider my decision to become his collared slave.
The man grabs my hips and slides his hard cock into my wet pussy. It takes all of my mental strength to resist pulling away or squirming.
Suddenly, another pair of masculine hands squeezes my ass from behind and smacks it.
"Mind if I play with it while you fuck it?" The new man asks from behind me.
