The Executive Lifestyle Experience Ch 13

The Executive Lifestyle Experience

By TheProfessor7002

Author's note: This is the continuing story about a shy young wife exploring her submissive desires, under coercion at first, then with greater enthusiasm as the story progresses. It is a fantasy, set in a fictional world where there is no risk of STDs, and there is no downside to casual sex with multiple partners... As I said, fantasy. Don't try this at home.

Continued from Chapter 12: Sara's Gangbang: Part 1...

It was difficult to judge time, but it seemed to Sara that perhaps 20 minutes or so had passed when she heard one of the guests asking Master Scott if he could use the restroom. She felt a thrill of terror, an unmistakable cork-screw sensation run up her spine, when she heard Master Scott say that it was down the hall, to the right.

A short time later, Sara heard footsteps approaching. At first, they seemed to stop at the hall bath. She heard the door close, then a few minutes passed before she heard it open again. Then there were more footsteps... slow, without clear direction... but then... suddenly, moving with purpose, unmistakably converging on her position.

Sara knew, without a doubt, she had been seen. The footsteps came towards her, then stopped, just in front of her. She had obviously attracted the attention of a perfect stranger, who now stood before her, ogling her nakedness.

"Well, well," said a voice that was definitely

not

Master Scott. "What have we here?"

Chapter Thirteen: Sara's Gangbang: Part 2; Service of a Slut.

Sara felt a hand on her left breast, cupping it, then pinching the nipple lightly.

"Please," Sara whimpered, mortified to be in her current predicament, "Don't..."

There was a sharp stinging slap to her left cheek, cutting her off. It was immediately followed up with a similar stinging slap to her right cheek.

"Silence, Slave," the voice growled. "You are

not to speak

, unless asked a direct question. It says here that you're an argumentative slave. I don't need any arguments... It also says here, by order of Master Scott, that I should feel free to punish you... or otherwise use you as I see fit... I take that as an invitation to fuck your brains out... Well, bitch... I don't mind if I do."

Sara felt hands on both of her breasts, feeling them, gently kneading the soft flesh, making Sara burn with embarrassment at having a perfect stranger touch her so intimately.

"Not bad, Slave," the voice continued. "You have perfect tits... just the way I like them. Nice ass, too... You sure are a pretty one."

Sara felt the hand at her right breast move down her flank, to gently squeeze her bare ass.

"I gave you a complement, Slave. What do you have to say?"

Sara had thought she had been ordered to silence, but the voice evidently wanted a response. "Thank you, Sir," she responded.

"Thank you, Master Paul," the voice responded. "Say it."

"Thank you, Master Paul," Sara repeated.

"Your collar says you're a Slut," Master Paul observed. "What do you think about that?"

"It is Master Scott's wish that I wear it, Master Paul. I find it humiliating, but my wishes are unimportant."

"Damn straight, your wishes are unimportant, Slave," Master Paul replied. "But from this sign, I suppose you didn't figure that out early enough. Is that why you are labeled 'Argumentative'?"

"Yes, Master Paul," Sara replied. "I panicked, and begged Master Scott to not do this to me, arguing that it was too much. In my state of panic, I failed to be appropriately deferential and submissive to Master Scott. He called me out on that and placed the sign as punishment for my impropriety."

"Well, it's nice to know Scottie hasn't gone soft in his old age," Master Paul chuckled. "So, tell me, Slave... do you want me to whip you first, or fuck you first?"

Sara gasped as she felt a finger stroking the length of her flooded pussy.

"Whichever you wish, Master Paul."

"Whichever I wish," Master Paul observed. "I like that."

The finger found the opening to Sara vagina, then penetrated deep within, eliciting a low moan from Sara as her depths were probed.

"You're as wet as a flag in a rainstorm," Master Paul chuckled. "You must secretly like this... No wonder your collar says you're a slut."

Sara declined to comment.

Master Paul began to finger-fuck Sara in earnest, adding a second finger as he did so. When he curled his fingers to massage her g-spot, Sara went over the edge.

"Oh my god, Master Paul," She gasped as she started convulsing in ecstasy. "I'm cumming!!!!!" Sara's words devolved into incoherent moans as she was overwhelmed with orgasmic pleasure. She thrashed and squirmed in her bondage, moaning loudly as her orgasm consumed her. A little while later, she had stopped twitching, but was gasping for breath as fought to recover her equilibrium.

"You didn't ask to cum, Slave," Master Paul responded, pulling his fingers from Sara's flooded pussy and pushing them into her mouth. "I should whip you for that."

Sara obediently licked her pussy juice off the fingers that had just been thrust into her mouth.

"I couldn't help it, Master Paul," Sara tried to explain. "It just hit me."

"Yes..." Master Paul noted. "As I am about to do."

Sara's right ass-cheek suddenly exploded with a stinging sensation as Master Paul thrashed it with the flogger. Sara gave a surprised gasp as she felt it, but it was, she realized, within her pain tolerance. A few moments later, the stinging slap was on her left ass-cheek, and the right was receding into a warm glow that seemed to go right to her pussy.

Master Paul continued to whip Sara at a slow, measured pace. He used about the same force, but moved the point of impact around, covering Sara's back, ass, and backs of her thighs. Sara whimpered softly as she was soundly thrashed, but otherwise kept silent. For some reason, she found that the entire situation was turning her on more than she would have thought possible... She was naked and restrained, at the mercy of a perfect stranger, being whipped for daring to object to Master Scott's plans to expose her... or for cumming without permission... she no longer really knew which... It was a scene straight out of her darkest fantasy...

Master Paul moved around to Sara's front, first hitting her left breast, making it bounce and sting. A moment later, he hit her right breast, with similar result.

"Your tits are perfect for whipping, Slut," Master Paul observed as he again struck Sara's left breast. "I love the way they bounce." He again struck her right breast, making it bounce and sting.

Sara said nothing as she felt her tits being repetitively struck, one side, then the other, a slow, measured pace. With each new hit, there was a sudden, sharp sting, followed by the sharpness slowly morphing into a pleasurable warm glow that only served to further increase her level of arousal.

The whipping moved lower, first across her belly, then further down, and finally to her inner thighs. Sara gasped out loud when he hit her directly on her pussy, swinging upward, between her wide-spread legs. After waiting a few moments, he did it again. When he struck her a third time directly on her pussy, Sara lost it. She was cumming again, her orgasm triggered by the three flogger strokes to her mound. She convulsed in ecstatic pleasure, squirming in her bonds, moaning deep in her throat as her pussy clenched on nothing.

"Oh, this is too rich," Master Paul chuckled. "I have to tell the others... Wait here, Slut... I'll be right back."

Sara heard footsteps receding from the room, followed by silence as they turned the corner and walked down the hall to the Great Room.

It was quiet for a few minutes, leaving Sara to twist in her bondage. She was in the most humiliating predicament she could imagine... chained naked and exposed... with 6 men in addition to Master Scott in the penthouse, now being summoned by the one who had found her.

And yet, she had orgasmed three times so far... four, if you counted the one during the blowjob for Master Scott...

Sara couldn't reconcile the dichotomy between the conscious part of her brain, which desperately wanted to be somewhere else, and the reaction from her suddenly-traitorous body, which was having orgasm after orgasm. She didn't have much time to think about it, however, because she soon heard footsteps returning and several different voices that were definitely not Master Scott. 'Oh god,' she thought to herself as she struggled not to panic. 'Here we go.'

"Well, Slave," said Master Scott. "You lost the game... You have been found, and now all six of my guests want an opportunity to play with you. What do you think about that?"

"I am mortified, Master Scott, and terrified, as well... Please have mercy."

"Master Paul reports that you have already cum twice without permission," Master Scott observed. "Is that true?"

"Yes, Master Scott," Sara acknowledged. "I couldn't help it."

"Fuck that!" Master Paul cut in. "This little slut came twice, in as many minutes... She has pussy juice running down her inner thighs... She obviously loves this shit."

"I don't doubt that," Master Scott commented. "Or I wouldn't have put her in this situation... Still..."

He considered.

"Alright, it was a fair game of chance, and she lost. And she came twice without permission. That deserves to be punished."

"Damn, straight," another, different, voice agreed.

"But we still have a meeting to run," Master Scott continued, "And you can't all do her at once. Why don't you take a moment to introduce yourselves, then we can rotate out of the meeting, two at a time, until everyone has had a chance... Agreed?... Good..."

"Can we fuck her, however we want," asked another voice Sara didn't recognize.

"However you want, mouth or pussy," Master Scott clarified. "Her ass is off limits for now, as she's not yet ready. And you can punish her with the flogger. But no marks, or really heavy stuff... Use your own judgement."

"I can't fucking wait," said another strange voice. "She's gorgeous, and as horny as a slut can be."

"Well, as I said, we still have a meeting to run," Master Scott directed. "Take a moment and introduce yourselves. She's already met Master Paul... The rest of you, tell her who you are."

"Master Kyle," said the voice that had said he couldn't wait.

"Master Bill," said another voice. "You just wait, baby... You'll be screaming with pleasure when you're riding my ten-inch dick."

"Master Dan," someone else said. "Bill, quit bragging about that horse-cock you have. We're tired of hearing it."

"It's not bragging, if it's true," Bill objected. "You're just jealous... But ok... I'll stop talking... Anyway, we'll see how the slut likes it... If she reacts the way I expect her to, you'll have to admit to yourself I ain't bragging."

"Master Steve," said another voice.

"Master Mark," said the final one. "I am pleased to meet you, Slave...

Very

pleased to meet you.

Sara didn't doubt that.

"Ok," Master Scott announced. "Paul and Mark go first. The rest of you will get your chance when they're finished. In the meantime, we have a meeting to attend to."

"Fuck!" Kyle exclaimed. "Sloppy seconds... I hate sloppy seconds."

"Kyle, you don't have to partake in sloppy seconds, if you find it that offensive," Master Scott observed.

"Well, it's a bit messy," Kyle replied. "But I didn't say I find it so offensive as to not to take my turn fucking her."

"You can fuck her throat if you want," Master Scott offered. "That won't be messy at all, if you wipe her face off. There's a towel in that bathroom you can use."

"Fuck that," Kyle replied. "If there's already cum on her face, she should wear it."

"Suit yourself," Master Scott replied. "Anyway, let's go reconvene the meeting. Paul and Mark, have fun... The toy box is the chest-of-drawers in the walk-in closet, on the left-hand side. If you need anything in the way of restraints or sex-toys, you will find them in there... Let us know when you're done, and I'll send in the next two."

There was silence for a bit, with footsteps walking in various directions. Sara occasionally felt hands on her body... her tits, her ass. She stifled a moan when she felt a finger stroke along her slit, gently rubbing her clit, as another hand was fondling her tits. The finger soon found the opening to Sara's vagina, and penetrated deep within, eliciting a low moan from Sara as her depths were probed.

"Definitely wet and ready," Sara heard Master Mark comment. "How do you want her, Paul?"

"Eventually, on the bed," Paul replied. "So we can fuck her properly. But for right now, why don't you keep her warm and ready, while I go peruse the toy box."

"Sounds like a plan," Mark replied.

Sara heard Paul's footsteps receding down the hall to the walk-in closet, while Mark began to speak with her.

"Well, Slut, how should I keep you warm? Perhaps a little more flogging, I think."

"As you wish, Master Mark," Sara replied, a bit breathlessly. The finger that had been probing her vagina had her, once again, close to cumming. "Please don't be too rough."

"I'll be as rough as I want, Slut," Mark answered. "And from what I can see, you'll enjoy it, just the same."

Sara did not answer, but instead waited in silence for whatever was about to happen.

About a minute passed, before there was a sudden impact to her left breast, making it bounce and sting. Then nothing, as Sara felt the sharp sting slowly morph into a warm glow that seemed to go directly to her pussy. A little while later, he hit her right breast, with similar result. Before he struck her again, Paul was back.

"I found something I like," Paul announced. He had evidently returned from the toybox in the walk-in closet. "But don't let me stop you... I know you're having fun, whipping the bitch."

"Well, I don't get to do this very often," Mark replied. "I wouldn't want to waste the chance."

Sara felt a sudden blow on her left ass cheek, just as a finger probed into her flooded pussy. It was suddenly too much. She was cumming again, moaning low in her throat as her body spasmed in rippling waves of ecstasy.

The two men chuckled among themselves, as they watched Sara cum. "Once more without permission," Paul chucked. "I'd say whip her some more for that, but she'd probably just cum even more, as a result."

"What a horny slut," Mark agreed. "The bitch loves this shit!

Sara was panting heavily, trying to get her breath back after she finally stopped convulsing in fits of erotic pleasure.

"So, what did you find," Mark asked.

"It's a leather harness that will do a good job of restraining the slut as we fuck her brains out," Paul replied. "Give me a hand getting her into it."

"Sure thing," Mark replied.

Sara felt someone reach down and unclip the spreader bar from each of her ankles, then remove it. She was relieved to be able to stand properly for the first time in about 30 minutes. As Sara stood up straight, she felt someone fastening a leather thigh-cuff around her left leg, just above the knee. When it was buckled securely around her leg, he repeated the process with her right leg.

Someone was working on the clip that was binding her hands to the chain above her head. A second later, her hands were released from the chain.

"Give me your left hand, Slut," Mark commanded.

Sara obediently held out her left hand and felt Master Mark slip it through the harness. He slid the straps up, over her left shoulder, then wrapped them around her back to her right side, before releasing her left hand.

"Now, your right hand," Mark ordered.

As Sara obediently held out her right hand, she felt Master Mark take hold of it and guide it through the right side of the harness, placing the leather strap-set on her like a vest. The harness was secured in place by two straps that wrapped on either side of her rib cage and buckled together in front, forming a single strap around her chest, below her breasts, securing the left side of the vest-like harness to the right. Sara felt Master Mark buckling it securely, then moving around her, adjusting the harness straps at various points around her body, so as to achieve a perfect fit.

When he was done, Sara was secured in the skimpy leather harness. There was a 5-way junction of straps at the upper-center of her back, from which ran the two straps that fastened together around her front, just below her breasts, the two straps than ran over each shoulder and joined the strap around her upper body in front, to the outside of her breasts, and a single, adjustable-length strap that hung down the small of her back, ending in a ring for securing her wrist cuffs behind her. The overall affair was a bit like a bra with no cups. The strap beneath her breasts offered minimal support, and the straps to the outside of each breast pushed them together slightly, enhancing her cleavage. The leather harness framed and displayed Sara's naked breasts, without really obscuring anything.

The straps were narrow, about 1 inch wide, so they didn't cover much; Sara was still quite naked. But the metal rings that were set into the leather harness straps offered multiple tie points, in various strategic points around Sara's otherwise naked body, for attaching the cuffs on her wrists, thighs, or ankles. It was, Sara realized, a diabolically clever device that could be used to restrain her in multiple positions, without requiring external tie-downs.

Someone took her right wrist and pulled it behind her back, clipping the wrist cuff to the metal ring at the small of her back. A moment later, the action had been completed with left wrist as well, leaving both of her hands secured behind her, in the hollow at the small of her back.

"Kneel, Slut," Paul directed. "Let's get things warmed up a bit by having you suck our cocks."

"As you wish, Master Paul," Sara conceded as she sank to her knees. She felt utterly humiliated to be the human sex-toy for these two entirely strange, horny men, but she was smart enough to know that no good would come from resisting. She was naked, blindfolded, and completely helpless. Her best course of action was to cooperate, however humiliating it was to be forced to service these two perfect strangers.

Someone grabbed Sara's head, with two hands in her hair, and turned it to her left. A moment later, she felt a penis probing at her lips. Sara opened her mouth and let him in, licking the underside of his cock as it slid deep into her mouth.

"Slow and Deep, Slut," Master Mark commanded. "Take me down, all the way."

Sara obediently tried to take him down her throat, but gagged before she could do so. She realized she would need more saliva build-up before she could deep-throat him, but also knew that his cock probing at the back of her throat would make that happen soon enough. She contented herself with sucking, up and down the length, going a little deeper each time, stroking the underside of his cock with her tongue. She heard him moan softly as she did that, and knew she was doing a pretty good job.

Sara thought about how she must look... Naked and blindfolded, on her knees, wearing nothing but a bondage harness, leather cuffs, and a slave collar that proclaimed her to be a slut... her hands cuffed behind her back... being forced to give blowjobs to two complete strangers. How humiliating! She was embarrassed by her state of naked bondage, to be sucking the cocks of two men she had never even seen. But she was also very turned on, aroused by being made to do so, despite how it was being forced on her.

"My turn now," Master Paul cut in after a few minutes of Sara slavishly sucking Master Mark's cock. "Mark, pass her this way."

"Sure thing, buddy," Mark acknowledged. "I didn't mean to hog the slut... It's just that... she's pretty good at this."