In the taxi she reflected on what had just happened. She had been taken by a man she hardly knew, but already trusted deeply to a dark club where she had been a toy for strangers to explore and arouse. She had been intimately exposed and wanton in surrendering to her own pleasure in a way that would have shocked even her a couple of hours earlier.
All the time he had watched over her and she had been aware of that at a deep almost animal level of awareness. Although she could not have verbalized it before, this deep care was a great part of what she sought in this life.
He smiled at her and asked, "Our next stop will be a complete contrast to what you have experienced so far this evening. Are you ready to continue?"
While she had no idea what she was in for and that fact scared her (in an exciting way) she also knew that she trusted him so deeply that she had no inclination to stop now or do anything to displease him.
So she nodded.
He took out his mobile phone and she heard him say "Be ready in 5 minutes".
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Five minutes later the taxi stopped outside a townhouse. He helped her out and she noted that he did not pay the driver; there must have been some prior arrangement.
The door was opened by a young girl in a maid's outfit. She said nothing, and they walked into a smart hallway and up a sweeping set of stairs. He took led her into a room where three men stood.
The men were different builds, one tall and slim, one short and well build, and one tall and slightly overweight. They were dressed identically in dark shirts and trousers. In addition each one wore a silky mask over their face, leaving holes for their mouth, nose and eyes. Each mask was a different color, one red, one blue and one green.
"These are my associates", he said, "and you will treat them with respect"
"You have just enjoyed an experience where your pleasure was paramount; you had to give nothing and nothing was expected from you. Now we flip the coin. In the next hour you will be delivering pleasure to these men and will receive nothing in return other that the pleasure of servitude"
"There will be an element of chance in what unfolds and there will be some small elements of choice. I will place three balls in this black bag, one red, one blue and one green. You will draw a ball and that will determine which of my associates is to be the next recipient."
"Additionally you will note the three boxes on the desk. Each of these contains instructions on how you are to pleasure the chosen man, some materials for you to use and, maybe, a choice or two." A smile crossed his face as he said this.
"I will repeat that you will receive no pleasure in return. You will not taste any of these men or receive any cum. Should you cum yourself during this experience, the evening will immediately end and you will be sent home. Do you understand?"
She heard herself say, "Yes. I understand," but had made no conscious effort to do so. This was unfolding with a strange inevitability.
She was falling deeply under his spell. He seemed to know what she wanted; what buttons to push even more than she did. While she had loved the brazen behaviour he had elicited from her in the club, this task seemed to hit a more sensitive spot.
Her choices were largely gone. She was here to serve; to be used, but not just used. Used in a way he had engineered and now controlled. He was there with her to see it all went well and she knew that a good performance from her would please him greatly.
Quite what the consequences of a bad performance would be she did not know, but she did know she didn't want to find out.
The very worst would be for him to discard her with no way to atone and the very thought of this was already brought heavy dread to her heart.
She now looked at the three boxes. Each was the size of a shoe box and black. She wondered what they held. She would know soon enough.
He held the black bag out and said, "Choose a ball."
She dipped her hand in and pulled out the green ball. At the sight of the green ball, the men in the red and blue masks silently left the room.
"Now pick a box."
She opened the one in the middle with some trepidation. Inside was a card that she would read in a moment, a pair of latex gloves, and three flavored condoms.
The card read as follows:
You will give oral pleasure to this man. You will use your mouth only to achieve this and you will not touch any other part of him sexually. To ensure this is just his pleasure you will wear the gloves supplied and he will wear a condom. Your choice in this task will be which flavor condom you use.
You will clean him after with the enclosed wet wipes and tissues.
Remember you are not to taste this man!
Yeuch! She hated giving a blowjob with a condom, but otherwise this should be easy. She knew she would do as required and expected to feel cheated by not tasting the man or his cum. The choices she had were strawberry, banana or orange. A spark of mischief in her immediately chose the banana one. Somehow it seemed appropriate.
She donned the latex gloves, pinging them as she did, picked up the condom, wet wipes and tissues and she walked towards the "Mr Green." He stood with his feet slightly apart and his arms behind his back. She knelt in front of him and looked back at her Master for assurance. On seeing his nod she started to unzip the man.
His cock was neither soft nor hard. It was uncut and, as she lifted it from his fly, about 4 inches long and averagely thick. It was not ready to wear a condom yet so she started to caress him with her gloved hands.
It felt strange and instinctively she went to take it in her mouth. She heard a disapproving cough and suddenly remembered she was not allowed to taste the man. Instead she pursed her lips and gently blew on the head of the penis as her hands rolled back the foreskin. Slowly the cock grew and stiffened. As it grew it also became hotter and she was aware that her breathing had become shallower and quicker.
