Sir’s R&r - Lent Out for the Weeend

Sir's R&R - Lent out for the Weekend

This is a sequel to "Sir's Football Weekend." While a great story, having read it is not necessary to enjoy this piece of work.

Backgroun - I am a 32 year old divorced owner of my own successful company. I am 5; 4" tall, weigh 125 pounds, and work out in my home gym four days a week. I am also Sirs: girlfriend, slut, slave, fucktoy, and anything else Sir wants me to be.

I am kneeling at Sir's door every Saturday at precisely 9:00 AM. About the only time I know what to expect that weekend is if children are going to be present which requires me to be dressed more modestly. Otherwise, it may be a quiet day with Master, a weekend road trip, serving as maid and pool toy for pool party of a dozen people, serving as fluffer while Sir entertains one of several girls on his booty call list, a jet trip to Jamaica or Paris, or whatever else Sir has planned. I love it all except the weekends when I am the designated babysitter for one of Sir's more vanilla events. As Sir says that stretches my masochistic tendencies.

Sir is old money. Besides the corporations he owns, he sits on several corporate boards, as well as on the boards of several philanthropic organizations. He runs non-stop all week, jet setting around the world, but manages to be home almost every weekend for R&R. That is what he calls me, when he isn't calling me his slut. Sir is also a dominant sadist to my submissive masochist. Sir is 6' 4" tall, 220#, quite fit, with black hair with silver highlights. He doesn't discuss his age but is somewhere around 40. Sir has never been married.

At Sir's weekend football party one of the nicer guests who took me to bed for the night had requested Sir that I spend the following weekend serving him. I was shocked when Sir crawled into my bed that weekend and informed me that he had agreed to the request. All I knew was that Sir had told me: that a chauffeur will pick you up Friday at 5:30 PM, you will attend an event with him as eye candy and provide any required services until you are dropped back off at home on Sunday afternoon.

As I drove home, I remembered my night with my "date" for the next weekend. I had ridden him in the theater to a mutual hard orgasm and he had taken my leash and led me up to my room, stopping by Sir to announce that he was taking me for the night. As soon as we reached my room he had sent me to the bathroom to shower, douche, enema, and redo my hair and makeup, wanting me to start "fresh" as he put it. While I was showering he replaced my collar and cuffs with a negligee. He had gently fucked my ass, then folded me in half and pounded my cunt to a whole body orgasm. When I woke up the next morning he had already left my bed.

Once home I ran a hot bath with an herbal bath bomb, and eased my sore abused cunt and ass into the calming waters. It was going to be a day or two before my cunt recovered and I could walk normally.

All week I was expecting a note of some sort from Sir or my date on what I was to wear or bring for the coming weekend. Finally I sent a note to Sir asking for guidance. Late Thursday I got a reply, "Wear whatever you wore to work that day minus bra plus higher heels. I have been working with your date and he has everything you need for the weekend." Somehow that was not reassuring. Sir did at least inform me that the name of my host for the weekend was Edward and for the weekend I was to refer to him as Master..

Friday, I left work early to make sure I was ready, shave, enema, and shower. I traded out work blouse for a thinner frillier one that lets my nipples shadow through without the bra, and fancier thigh highs to go with the higher stilettos. I also lubed and inserted a larger plug than my everyday work plug. I wasn't sure so I packed some makeup, an enema kit and a couple of douches in a small shoulder bag.

I was looking out the door when a black limo pulled up in front of my house at 5:15. A large black man got out and walked up to my door. I opened the door to great him and he asked if I was "Sir's slut" I couldn't help but laugh but answered, "Yes Sir, I am." He took my bag and my arm and assisted me down the steps and out to the car, opening the rear door and assisting my entry.

Once we were underway the partition was down between the front and the back. I asked, "Are we going far?"

He responded, "about two hours, if we catch traffic right. Is the temperature and music to your liking?"

I told him, "I'm comfortable and like the soft jazz that is playing. I think I'm in for a long night so if it is OK I may take a nap."

His laugh was not reassuring, "I think that would be a great idea, will make the ride go quicker."

I woke up when we stopped under the portico of a hotel I did not recognize. The driver handed me a room key in an envelope with a room number and an ID badge that read "Sir's slut" "You have to wear the badge once you pass through the curtains inside. It will all be explained later. Your clothes for the evening are laid out in the room. Master will pick you up for dinner in half an hour, please be ready the schedule tonight is rather tight. " With that he escorted me to the hotel door and then left with the car.

As described, there was a set of curtains just past the registration desk with a guard checking for badges. He glanced at mine and opened the curtains for me. I took the elevator up to the the room. I passed several people either in leather or various stages of nudity, which no one else seemed to notice.

Once in the room I immediately saw a semi formal gown, thigh highs and heels. I was not surprised when I looked, and they were all my size. Sir said they had been discussing my attire for the evening. I was also not surprised to see there was no underwear, but when I moved the dress there was a small cloth bag with jewelry, which I assumed I was also to wear for the evening.

In the jewelry bag were two nipple shields and a pair of dazzling earrings. Both were covered with sparkling white and ruby colored crystals, at least I assumed they were crystals and not gemstones. The nipple shields slipped behind my nipple piercings, and both framed my nipples and held them erect. The earrings replaced the studs in my ear piercings.

I slipped on the thigh highs and heels before trying on the dress. The heels were a bit higher than I was used to but certainly manageable. Edward, my host for the weekend, walked in as I was putting on the dress and helped me with the side zipper.

The dress was very form fitting, body conscious in the current vernacular, but what immediately caught my eye was the bodice was essentially sheer mesh, the nipple shields and my nipples were covered but clearly visible through the mesh. The side slit was past my stocking tops and almost to my hip. My host reached around and palmed and squeezed both breasts, before whispering in my ear, "simply stunning slut.

He released my breasts, turned me to face him and gave the simple command, "down." I immediately went to my spread knees with my hands clasped in the small of my back,. Edward fastened a Gorean type metal collar around my neck. The usually plain rolled steel was instead decorated with the clear and ruby crystals found in my earrings and nipple shields. Attached in the front center was a small metal ring to which Edward attached a thin silver leash.

With that, he held the leash, put his hand on my ass and escorted me back downstairs to the waiting limo. On the way down we passed several naked or semi naked males and females also on leashes, confirming that this was not a normal hotel weekend. The driver who had brought me was holding the door and assisted us into the back seat, with Edward sitting close by my side. I noticed this time the privacy screen was up.

Edward turned to me, put his hand high on my thigh and explained, "we are heading to my club here locally where we will have dinner and do some dancing. I do hope you can dance. Then we will return to the hotel for the balance of the weekend. As you may have guessed our local lifestyle group has done a hotel takeover. We have every room rented in the hotel and have planned a weekend of play parties and instructional seminars on various kink skills and issues in the hotel conference area. Your sir and I expect your perfect obedience and full participation of everything this weekend. I will also tell you that I am honored that Sir has entrusted you to me this weekend and will also do everything in my power not to disappoint his trust in me. Hopefully we can both give full glowing reports to Sir on Sunday."

I quickly decided that my only real choice was to trust Sir and my host for the weekend and try to enjoy whatever I experienced that weekend. He had treated and fucked me well at the football weekend, so there was at least that basis for optimism for a great weekend.

We arrived at the club. Edward removed my leash and name tag just before the doorman opened the car door and Edward escorted me to the door of the club with his hand firmly on my ass. As soon as we entered the club the old world elegance was everywhere, the dark wood, the detail in the ornamentation, the rich tapestries and thick carpeting, the smell of old cigar smoke. There was the sound of a live band playing in the background. Edward was greeted by name, and we were immediately shown to our table. A carafe of red wine was already breathing on the table.

Almost as soon as we were seated the wine steward poured a small amount of the wine into a glass and handed it to Edward for his approval. Once Edward announced his enthusiastic approval a glass was poured for both of us without anyone asking me. A pattern that I would find lasted through the meal.

Apparently, Edward had given our menu choices when he made the reservation. As soon as the wine steward left the soup arrived. It was a delicious chowder, though I'm not completely sure what kind. Throughout the meal our waiter checked with Edward that everything was satisfactory, without a glance in my direction.

During the meal, Edward quizzed me on my experience and preferences on lifestyle activities: did I like rope?(yes, nice and tight), what were my preferences on impact play?(make my ass glow cherry red, but no canes), How did I take humiliation?(You were there last weekend, how did I do), What turned me on? (everything), What turned me off?(bad sex) When did I last safeword and why?(Never have) He gave no reaction to any of my answers, but I had no doubt that every nuance was noted and cataloged for use that weekend.

The soup bowls were taken and replaced with our steaks. Mine was a petit filet done perfectly medium rare as I like it. I assumed done to my preference due to Edwards discussions with Sir, which made me realize that he had probably been comparing my answers to the lifestyle questions with intelligence gleaned from his discussions with Sir. Edward did not seem like one to leave things to chance.

Edward's steak was a nice ribeye a bit on the rare side which he attacked with gusto. I almost giggled at the thought that I was the rare treat he was planning on enjoying the same way that weekend.

Edward noticed when I slowed down and obviously had eaten all that I really wanted. He stood, pulled my chair back and offered a hand to help me to my feet. His constant hand on my ass led me to the dance floor where we danced through several slow numbers, Edward holding me close, his hand never leaving my ass. Edward was an excellent dancer and all I had to do was follow. I enjoyed dancing with Edward, being held and the hand holding my ass was making me hot, while my very erect nipples rubbed against the sheer mesh top of my dress.

After the third dance Edward looked at his watch and said, "Sorry but we need to get back to get ready for the opening ceremony." Edward signed something at the front desk while the attendant studied my breasts, and the car was waiting right outside the door as we exited.

As soon as we were seated in the limo Edward grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into a deep kiss as his tongue explored my mouth as his other hand seized my breast. As he broke the kiss he asked, "Did slut enjoy the dinner and dancing as much as I did?"

With his hand still holding my head with his other one squeezing and caressing my breast and my lips tingling from the kiss I had to swallow before I could say, "Yes Sir, it was a wonderful meal and I loved dancing with you."

That elicited a smile from Edward and a firm squeeze to my breast before his fingers strummed across the erect nipple sending a whole body shiver down my spine. While his fingers continued to strum my nipples he kissed me again, gently this time our tongues tangling and exploring each other. He never released his hold on my hair as the kiss lasted almost the entire ride back to the hotel.

As soon as we reached the hotel, he snapped the leash back on my collar and handed me my weekend event pass. As we passed security and took the elevator to our room he kept the leash taut and his hand firmly on my ass.

As soon as we entered the room he sat in a chair and motioned for me to kneel at his feet. I knelt as I had been taught, knees spread, back straight, shoulders back, hands clasped behind my head, hips rotate forward, eyes down. He asked me to look him in the eyes and asked:

"This weekend is completely consensual by all parties in attendance. If you stay you consent to be used, tied, whipped, flogged, exhibited, fucked, and otherwise used and enjoyed by me and those I choose to share you with. If you do not consent to that, we will call it a lovely dinner, I will remove the collar, the chauffer will drive you home and I will tell your sir that I had something come up and needed to send you home making it clear that it was my issue and not slut's. With full knowledge of how slut would be used this weekend do you give your consent, or do you wish to leave?"

I was shocked at the question. While I was here at the direction of Sir, I was looking forward to the weekend event and serving Edward in every sense of the word. I bowed forward and kissed both of his shoes, then knelt back up and answered, "It is my true desire to spend this weekend serving you however you choose to use me. I consent to everything you described and anything else you may desire up to my safeword."

Edward smiled broadly, extended his hand and helped me to my feet and pulled me into a tight hug. He whispered in my ear, "I was so hoping you would choose that option and I can assure you that come Sunday you will ride home thankful that you did. Now, lets get you appropriately naked and let my enjoyment begin."

With that he reached over and unzipped the side of my dress and helped me pull it up over my head. He tossed the dress aside and let his eyes and hands roam over my now naked body, caressing my tits, cupping my ass, running fingers through my labia and smiling as he tasted his very wet fingers. He ran them through my labia and up into my cunt, before painting my lips with my wetness and thrusting his fingers deep into my mouth for me to taste, and clean.

He used a hand on my ass and a tight grip on my nipple to pull me tight against him, his thigh slipping between mine, pressing against my cunt. His kiss was gentle but demanding as his tongue brushed across my lips, collecting the taste he had left there before invading my mouth and caressing my tongue with his. I couldn't help but hump against his thigh.

He broke the kiss and with the simple command "down," I went to my knees, unbuckled his pants and lowered his pants and boxers before starting to worship is magnificent cock and balls. I kept eye contact with him and quickly saw him start to smile and placed his hand on my head holding me still with his cock in my throat. I was surprised when he then pulled me off his cock and stood me back up.

As he fondled my tits he told me, "As enjoyable as that was, we have the whole weekend for me to enjoy your attributes, but for now we need to get down to the opening ceremonies." With that he stepped to the closet and pulled out a body harness, a set of leather straps that apparently was my dress for the opening ceremony. He fitted the straps around my breasts, around my waist, and the two straps through my crotch framing my cunt. The crotch strap went down between my butt cheeks, across the plug pulling it in deeper, and had a braided section through my labia and across my clit, before being attached to the harness in the front and cinched tight. A set of thick leather wrist, elbow and ankle cuffs completed my wardrobe for the evening.

He turned me to see myself in the mirror. I looked amazing in the stiletto heels, the body harness, the nipple shields framing my nipples, the jeweled collar and the matching dangling earrings. If possible I got wetter just looking at myself.

Edward quickly changed into leather pants, boots and a leather vest covered with patches and pins from events and which showed his status and had he name "DUKE" on the back. He didn't have a shirt under the vest just his broad bare chest. He didn't have a six pack but still cut quite a figure.

He stepped behind me and pulled my elbows back behind me and clipped the elbow cuffs together and then the wrist cuffs. That pulled my shoulders back and thrust my tits out even more. He fastened a ball gag loose around my neck with the ball hanging under my chin. He stepped back, admired me, then took the leash and led me out into the hallway and down the elevator to the crowded main hallway to the conference area.

Edward was obviously well known and respected here. He was greeted by almost everyone, and seemed to be known by a nickname, "Duke." I was noticed and admired, but other than usual crowd jostling was not touched, addressed or spoken to.

His status definitely showed when we entered the main conference room where the opening ceremonies were to be held. The crowd parted to allow him, and his slut on a leash to move up towards the front of the room not far from the stage where there seemed to be several of Edwards friends. As Edward casually talked with them, I heard several positive comments about my appearance. He stepped behind me while continuing his conversations and started running his hands over my body, caressing my tits, running his hands up and down my bound arms, pulling gently on the strap between my legs causing me to squirm as it teased my inflamed clit. I felt his hard cock in the cleft of my ass and started rubbing against him. I had become the center of attention with a number of admiring spectators. I noticed that while there were quite a few admiring comments, there was nothing lewd being said, and there were no moves by anyone else to touch or caress me.

Suddenly the lights in the auditorium became very dim and a single leather clad man walked onto the stage. The whole room immediately became dead quiet. He picked up two long whips from a container on the floor, lit them on fire and started swinging the burning whips in a circle over his head, then threw one straight out and then the other. When each of them cracked over our heads a ball of flame shot out and quickly dissipated. He kept the burning whips whirling around over his head, and repeating the whip cracks sending progressively smaller balls of flame right over our heads several more times.

Each time the whip cracked over my head my ass rubbed hard on his cock and and I could feel it growing even more between my cheeks. His took a firm grip on my tits and gave them a firm squeeze every time the whip cracked and my ass stroked his cock.

The whip master dropped his whips into a tub on the stage, extinguishing the fire. The MC stepped onto the stage with the line, "Now that I have your attention."