Master said he wanted to test me, see how far I have come in my training. I wanted me to prove that I have learned his rule. Simply put, one rule, do as I say, when I say and all is good in the world.
The first months were painfully mixed with pleasure and had been long and hard. The confession of all my transgressions each punished individually, relieving me of the guilt. Sometimes it was a hairbrush on my ass for things like lying, other times clamps with weights on my nipples for incomplete tasks, yet other times he would whip my pussy for all the impure thoughts in my head.
Next he trained my mouth to yearn the taste of his cum. He wanted me to crave it, love it, and be lost without it. First he made me only suck his cock and taste his precum. Then he made me clean off his cock after he came in my pussy, cleaning it off properly. Then he moved on to feeding me his cum off my breasts after he came on them. Finally he started cumming in my mouth, making me hold it on my tongue before swallowing, spanking me if I gagged or spilled.
He has played with and punished my tits with clamps and whips, my pussy and ass with dildos, vibrators, whips and a variety of other toys you could only imagine. But now, he wanted to test me. He said he would be bringing friends, not one but multiple. I didn't know how many just yet though. But I was to be ready in a short skirt, tight blouse, hair in a pony tail and high heels. There was no need for a bra or panties; they would just be ruined in the process. Anyways, Master's slut didn't wear bras and panties.
So, there I was, kneeling as patiently as I could by his side, waiting for the doorbell to ring. Finally, it rang. I felt you nudge me with your knee, requesting me to open it. I quickly moved to the door and open it. There were two men, friends of yours, I was assuming, privy to our arrangement.
"Hello, my name is Kat," I say softly. "May I take your coats and get you a drink?"
"Hello, Kat, I'm Phil," said the older of the two. He was middle to late fifties, slim and fit in a pair of jeans and button down shirt. His hair was white and had a small beard framing his face. He took his hand and placed it under my chin, lifting my head so my brown eyes looked into his steel grey ones.
"Pleased to meet you finally, little one," was all he said. With that he removed his hand and moved into the living room to greet Master.
As he moved past, the second gentleman, much younger and not nearly as quiet came to me.
"Hey. I'm Ed," he said. He was late thirties at best, military short hair style and muscles showing through his sleeves. Quickly he took my hands over my head and leaned me back into the door. I could feel my breath quicken as I wondered what he was going to do. "I hear you're a slut that wants to know what it feels like to be completely filled and used. Well, don't worry about that. By the time we leave, you will be begging us to come back again and again. You will be so used you wont be able to sit for a week."
He then dragged his hand down my arm, releasing my hands, and walked confidently into the living room, after Phil. I stood there for a moment getting my bearings back, when I heard Master call me,
"Kat, don't delay and get my friends drinks now. Otherwise I may have to spank you in front of them for your hesitation."
That got me moving, and I hurried back with three glasses of soda for all three men. I was nervous though, and filled one too much. I handed out first to Master, and then to Ed, but when I was handing the last to Phil, I looked into his eyes and spilled a bit before handing it to him.
"Damn it slut, I've taught you better than that," Master said disappointed. "First, lick up the soda you spilled, and then go get me your brush, now!"
"Yes, Sir." And with that I dropped to my knees and bent my head down to lick the soda on the floor. My ass was in the air, and I'm sure who ever was behind me got a good look up my skirt. I followed the trail of spilt soda, up the arm chair and realized there were a couple of drops that spilled onto Phil's jeans. I looked up at him and he slid down a bit and made his leg accessible to me. As I leaned in and licked his jeans where the spots were I felt his hand in my hair pulling my pony tail and guiding my mouth. Not only did I lick the soda, but he guided my head to his crotch and I licked along the zipper. I could feel his cock getting harder behind the jeans.
I was so intent on licking Phil's zipper that I didn't feel Master lift up my skirt, but as he took that hair brush, that he got himself, and whacked my ass with it, Phil held my head down onto his crotch even harder.
"One, thank you Sir" I mumbled loudly as I licked.
Whack.
"Ugh, two, thank you Sir," I groaned as I licked again.
Three, four, and five more whacks, each time I counted and then licked at Phil's hard cock still covered by his jeans.
"That's what you get for spilling, little one." Master said. "I hope it doesn't happen again." He nodded to Phil who let my hair go and I crawled back over to you and took my position kneeling next to you.
"You have done a nice job training the slut," replied Ed pleased. "How long did it take you?"
Master thought for a moment before replying, "Well it took a few months, but she picked things up fast. Please feel free to make a request; she is under strict orders to treat you like she treats me. She will deny you nothing and if she hesitates you have my blessing to punish her as you see fit."
Ed and Phil thought quietly for a moment or two, contemplating their next moves while enjoying their drinks. I looked hesitantly at Master, looking for direction and he just nodded at me, silently assuring me to wait.
Finally, Ed said in a strong controlling matter, "Slut crawl to me now and bring me your brush in your mouth."
I turned, looked at Master, who placed the brush in my mouth, and smiled, looking for a final reassurance. I turned on my knees and slowly crawled across the rug to Ed. When I got to him I sat up and placed the brush in his lap. After, I knelt next to Ed, as I would next to Master. I looked up at Ed and asked,
"Would it please you to use the brush on my ass, Sir Ed?"
"Indeed, I think it would. Come over my lap now, with your hands on the floor, ass high in the air. What ever you do, do not move your hands. Especially do not cover up or you will get more. Don't forget to count either. Do you understand slut?"
With a slight nod, I pushed up from my kneeling position and slid over Ed's lap. Firm strong legs held me up and jackknifed me over his lap. I had no choice but to keep my hands on the ground or otherwise I would fall over and hit my head. I got both hands situated and considered my situation. In this position my ass was totally in the air, my skirt easily sliding down to my waist showing off the slight redness from the previous swats from the brush.
I felt Ed's hand come up and stroke my ass, kneading each side until he almost pinched it. His hand dipped down to my pussy and traced the outside of the wet lips. One finger slipped in, probing, feeling the wetness already forming. A second finger joined the first where it pushed deep making my pussy quiver as it dragged across my g-spot.
