"It's a special night tonight," my boyfriend, Ben says to me.
"Oh yeah? What's so special?"
"You'll see." He always turns everything into a surprise. I hate surprises and he knows it. I feel a little tingling deep in my pussy. It turns me on when he does things to me that I hate. "Go put on your skankiest outfit, I want you looking like the dirty whore you are."
I squeal and run to our bedroom. In my large closet I survey my choices. I could go for lace, but that is more sexy than slutty. Ben prefers leather when he wants to get really filthy with me. I pull my leather miniskirt up my tanned, toned legs. It doesn't cover all of my ass and I don't dare wear any panties. Next I pull my strapless leather bra over my full breasts. It looks just like a thick leather strap covering my large, hard nipples and doesn't provide any support for my heavy tits. I work out everyday to keep my body looking good, I know Ben wouldn't accept me if I didn't.
I step into my highest black heels and strut to our bathroom. I look at myself with pride. I'm 5'5 and 120lbs, not stick skinny, and my curves are in all the right places. My hair is so dark brown that it looks almost black. It's wavy and wild, falling past my breasts. I put on black eyeliner and I'm finished getting ready. Standing back to admire myself, I think I look like a streetwalker. 'Good,' I think, 'Ben likes it when I look like a common hooker.'
I am about to walk out into our living room when I hear other voices mixed with Ben's. Men's voices. 'Fuck! I can't let anyone see me like this.' I call out his name to come help me.
"Get out here now!" he yells at me. We've never had any guests join us in our games. This must be his surprise.
I can feel my cheeks burning red and I slowly walk into our living room. There are two other men that I don't recognize standing on either side of Ben. They leer at me and I can see their bulges growing through their slacks. I look to the ground, too embarrassed to look at them in their faces.
"Jason," Ben gestures to the man on his left, "and Paul, meet Elizabeth, your whore for tonight." My entire body is flush with shame. "Turn around and give them a show. Go on, be a good little whore." I turn around slowly, tears forming in my eyes and wetness forming in my pussy. Ben laughs at me, furthering my humiliation. I can see our spreader bar on the floor, along with handcuffs, nipple clamps, and our flog. The toys lay there mocking me and giving me a hint as to what will happen tonight.
"Good job, Ben, she's really hot" Jason says. He's a few inches taller then Ben, around 6'2 and has blond hair, unlike Ben's black mane. Paul grunts in agreement. He is shorter than the others by around 4 inches but is stockier than both.
"Get into position" Ben delivers my instruction with a hint of evil. I turn around and get onto my hands and knees and press my cheek against the hardwood floor. My legs are spread, exposing my pussy and showing the men how turned on I am. I can feel cold metal against my hot skin as one of them attaches the spreader bar to my ankles. "Now, Elizabeth, here are your rules for tonight. One: you will serve these men as if they were me. Two: You will not speak unless asked a question. Three: You will not, under any circumstances, cum without my permission. Do you understand?"
