Sirs R&R - Football Weekend
This chapter is independent of previous posts in the series. However, background for those who have not read the previous posts in this series. -
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.
Friday
I pulled up to Sir's house exactly five minutes before my designated arrival time that Friday afternoon. I slipped off my short dress and walked in my five inch heels to attach my leash to a hook and kneel on the side porch, naked except for my heels, a chain collar with Sir's initials, and a medium sized stainless butt plug.
When Sir calls, I cancel all plans and go. On the weekend of the recent big college football game, I got the text message, "Friday 5PM until sometime Sunday afternoon." With no special dress requirements, I was pretty sure I was the entertainment and stress relief for the weekend games and would not be wearing much.
Friday, I left work early, stopped by my place to lose my underwear and put on my heels, and butt plug. I always wear my chain collar; Sir says it is discreet enough. I stopped by my favorite Italian restaurant for dinner. I rarely get anything to eat when I get this type of summons except cum, ass and occasional cunt.
Susan, Sir's live in slave, let me in at exactly 5:00 PM and told me to crawl to my room and get ready and then to wait for Sir in the cage in his suite. I showered. shaved, did an enema, and heavy makeup. Not my style but Sir likes the look. The same reason I am now a blonde with augmented pierced tits. I no longer have breasts I have tits.
After checking the look in the mirror, I strap on the six inch heels I'll wear for the weekend and put a rather large plug into my well lubed ass. I put the heavy leather collar with attached chain leash around my neck and locked it and the wrist and ankle cuffs in place. The hobble chain connecting the ankle cuffs forces me to take small steps as I take what will probably be my final steps before crawling all the weekend. I take mincing steps up to Sir's suite and crawl into the cage in the corner. I curl up and try to nap, knowing it will be a long weekend with not much sleep.
I woke up some time later when Sir pulled my chain. Sir is fresh from the shower and sat on the bed and pulled me between his legs to his magnificent cock. I worshiped his cock and balls as Sir laid back and rests, he didn't even watch or acknowledge me as I throated his cock and took his balls one at a time into my mouth for tongue caresses.
I finally felt Sir's cock swell and pump load after load down my throat and filling my mouth. I held my mouth open showing Sir his cum. He sits up, pats me on the head and says simply "swallow"
I swallowed his load and cleaned his cock. Once satisfied he left me kneeling there and went into his walk in closet and came out in one of his Gucci sweat suits altered to let his cock and balls swing free. He sat back on the bed, took my leash, and for the first time acknowledged me. "Some friends are staying here for the weekend for the big game. You are one of the group's fucktoys, you will flawlessly please anyone requesting anything, understand?"
Being asked a question I was allowed to speak. Yes Sir. this fucktoy understands."
The house intercom announced that Dinner is served. Sir took my leash, and I crawled behind him down to the dining room, where I went under the table next to Sir's chair. Looking around under the table I saw six naked cocks and three naked cunts. I know Sir expected me to satisfy each and every one of them before dinner is finished.
I started with the gentleman seated to Sir's right as that may be a special guest. It was already semi erect but as soon as my lips and tongue touch it I realized that it is already glazed with someone's cunt juice as well as his cum. My work was cut out for me to get him off again so I could make it around the table in time, failure is both humiliating and painful.
Fortunately, he responded quickly, and I soon was fucking my throat with his cock as I gently hum. I intentionally gagged a few times which pushed him over the edge, and he shot down my throat. My first course of dinner.
The second person was apparently his sex partner, she was soaking wet and full of the same cum I just swallowed. It was messy and my face is quickly covered with their combined fluids, but she was already still on edge and almost as soon as I start licking sucking and nipping her clit she shoot all over my face and I heard a rewarding small squeal from above. I knew Sir would notice and approve.
The next guest was black and above average in size. Not pornstar size but well above average. They were serving the salads as I started on him. He was definitely a grower and soon my jaw was as wide as I could make it to accommodate his size. They were collecting the salad dishes by the time he pushed me back and came all over my face.
Three down six to go and they are serving the main course. The black lady came quickly, and the next two cocks had apparently been paying attention to my exploits came almost as soon as I touched them.
Three left, two cocks and a cunt. I immediately recognized the next cock as a frequent visitor. Very long and not very wide, but an older gentleman who takes forever to cum from oral. It took awhile, but I finally got him off by humming and gagging.
One cunt and one cock left, and they are clearing dinner. The cunt has also been recently fucked and it took my best efforts to get her back on edge. She trapped my head between her legs as she finally came.
One cock left that had apparently just fucked that last cunt, and they are bringing out the after dinner liqueur. The cock was covered in cum and the last cunt's juice but with a definite undertone of ass. I blocked that out and gave it every trick that I had and was finally rewarded with a mouth full of cum just before Sir called for adjournment to the theater.
Sir and the six gentlemen adjourned to the theater while Susan led the three ladies to a downstairs bedroom to prepare for the evening. I stopped by my bedroom to clean my face and repair my makeup. Returning, as soon as I reached the door to the theater I dropped to my knees and crawled to Sir's side.
Sir's theater has a large projection screen with about a dozen easy chairs in front of the screen. In the back of the room is a dungeon with a couple of crosses, a horse, and a padded table.
Sir took my leash and stroked my hair as he explained rules for the weekend to his guests. The three ladies and I were fucktoys, free use for the weekend. All three holes of all four fucktoys were for use. Spanking and paddling were encouraged. Punching, face slapping, fisting, breathplay and canes were not permitted. Lube was to be used for all anal. The weekend safeword was safeword.