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My love,

This morning, at the psychiatrist's office, we did a little relaxation experiment. The doctor asked me to lie back and one-by-one relax the different parts of my body. As she listed the parts, instead of relaxing them, or perhaps in order to relax them, I imagined you touching me on those parts. They were not, obviously, the sexualised parts of my body. She didn't ask me to relax my breasts, or my vagina, or my tongue, as that would have been exceptionally weird. But imagining you touching my elbow, as the doctor said the word 'elbow', was sensual, because it involved you touching me, or rather an imagined you touching my elbow.

And then, once I was entirely relaxed, that is to say once you had touched every part of me, she asked me to lie back and imagine being in 'your happy place', doing 'whatever it is that makes you happy'. I told her, when she then asked me to tell her, which I thought was rather invasive anyway, that I was reading on a deckchair on the beach. It seemed an incredibly staple answer, though as I was saying it I did start to wish I'd come up with a more interesting lie, so as for her not to have thought of me as so boring.

Obviously, this was not my happy place. My happy place was kneeling, naked, in a dark walk-in-closet waiting for you to come in a use me. I am happiest, always, when I am your slave.

Let me describe it to you in more detail, in doctorly detail, the kind of detail that I was having to provide about my fake 'happy place' (colour of deckchair, position of sun, book reading, etc.) to the doctor.

So, I'm kneeling, naked, in a dark walk-in-closet, waiting for you to come in.

I have a four-inch strap-on dildo tightly fastened around my head, the wrong way round, with the cockpart shoved into my mouth. I can just about breath through my nose, a sensation that reminds me a little of being chocked. This part was actually my idea: it's a relatively new addition to our 'game' and I love it already.

My hands are behind my back and under my bum, ready for you to come in and tie together. My knees are a little apart, revealing my newly shaved cunt, as per your orders, with three wooden clothes pegs attached to it: one on each side of my labia and one on my clit, which hurts a little, and is already swelling. Perfect for when you smack it, I think, shaking a little from the though.

I have a ribbed plug up my arse.

I have a blindfold on.

I am early, and you will probably be late, forcing me to stay in this position for some time, with the anticipation killing me.

I have laid out on the table the various things that you may need to dominate me with: a whip, lube, handcuffs, nipple clamps, several more wooden clothes pegs, another (much larger) dildo, and a video camera.

I like you to video me in these acts, and for us to watch the video back later. I enjoy seeing how pathetic I am, and how slutty, and how totally yours. Part of me wishes for you to show somebody else the video, to humiliate me even more by having one of your friends, or even one of my friends, seem me in this position.

This is my happy place.

The meeting ends and I am still describing it to myself in my head, having described my fake one to the doctor and pretended to feel good, thanking her and leaving, knowing that I will only truly feel good when I am once kneeling like this waiting for you.

I went home and wrote this, which is, essentially, me asking you to dominate me again.

It is also me saying that this time I will do anything you ask of me.

Do your worst.

Love,

your eternal slave.

* * *

So, I receive this letter, which my girlfriend has literally handwritten and sent to me in the post, and I think: ok, let's make her happy.

I start with a text: 'Received your letter. Come round to mine at eight o'clock this evening. Plug, ball gag, no knickers. Don't knock just come straight into the living room. Don't be late. At one minute passed eight I lock the door and go to bed.'

And then I invite the boys round for a bit of a laugh and a few beers -- the whole group chat -- and six of the nine lads say their free and will be round about sevenish. We divvy up who's bringing what: luckily as it's my gaff I don't need to worry about bringing anything, though little do they know that I'll be providing the entertainment after all.

By 7:30 everyone's here. I pass the letter round the room, and every has a read and a laugh, until I tell them the plan.

There are, obviously, a few unsure faces, though nobody takes up my offer of: 'if this is an issue for anyone, that's fine, just go home and no more'll be said.'

They all stay.

As the clock hits eight, the room goes deathly silent: at 8:01 there is a sense of disappointment in the room. I check my phone, to see if she's texted, and happily inform the group that the clock is a few minutes fast, and that it's actually only 7:58. So I go to the fridge and grab a few more beers, and when I get back she's standing in the completely silent living room.

She is shocked to see everyone. And I hope a little excited.

Everyone stares at her. At the ballgag first, which is firmly in her mouth, and then at her little dress, underneath which we all know there is no knickers and a but plug.

I break the silence of the room: 'hello cunt, show us then.'

She pauses for a moment, and then lifts up her skirt.

She's shaved her pussy, like the letter said, even though I hadn't mentioned it in the text, and it looks fucking dazzling. Her legs are firmly together, and she is still by the door. I tell her to turn around, part of legs, and bend over a little.

Her arse lucks stunning with the plug sticking out, and she's bending forward as much as she can still holding her skirt up so everyone can see. She's a quiet girl, and we've neither of us had a wild sexual past, discounting our relationship. I wonder if the number of people who've seen her cunt has doubled in the last five minutes. We're going to be setting a lot of new records tonight I think.

Still none of the other boys have spoken, despite how confident they were all being before she's arrived. Matty was being particularly mouthy, saying he was 'gonna bang her in every hole' and all that crap. So, I ask him: 'Matty, which hole do you want to start with, your choice?'

Matty splutters a little, still staring at her arse, and I chuckle.

'Alright, let's keep going with the floorshow then. Turn around and take off your blouse, bitch.'

And she does.

Then I get her to take off her bra, and then I order her to tidy up a little, putting the empty pizza boxes away and getting anyone who needs it another beer. The topless servant thing is kind of fun. I get John to put on some music, and the mood of the room starts to relax a little.

Then, after a bit of maiding, once the table is virtually clean, I tell everyone to get their drinks off it and order our slave to lie down and pull up her skirt.

And then, I think, it's time to make sure she's alright before the evening properly starts.

'Now, if you agree, I am going to tie you to this table and we are all going to use you. If you want you can leave now. Or I can get everyone else to leave, and it can be just me and you. This is the moment to stop if you want. Although of course you can stop any time. This would just be an optimal moment.'

She shakes her head.

'So you want me to tie you down so we can all use you.'

She nods her head. I stand up, walk over to her, and take off her gag. Pulling her hair I force her head back and then spit in the mouth that she automatically opens.

'Say it,' I say, once she's swallowed my spit.

'Tie me down and use me.'

I slap her hard across the left tit, and she winces from the pain.

'I am to be referred to always as sir -- wait, actually, no. I am to be referred to as Master and everyone else here will be sir. Is that understood?'

'Yes, master.'

'Ok. Try again. What do you want?'

'I want you to be tied down, master, and for everyone else to use me.'

'Ok then, take your skirt off.'

Once she's completely naked, I go to get some rope from my bedside table, and give it to a couple of the lads. One ties her torso to the table, the rope tight under her breasts, and then ties her hands together below the table. Another ties each of her legs to a table leg. I ask her to move as much as she could, and all she can manage is to wiggle her feet and shake her head about. John is hard: I can see his cock almost bulging out of his trousers, and ask him if he'd like a nice soft throat to fuck and he nods. So I tell him to kneel by the end of the table and fuck her head upside down off the end.

As the throat fuck begins I spit on her, and then take out my own rockhard cock and start to fuck her cunt. I can feel the large plug in her ass through the flesh between her uterus and her bowel. It makes the feeling only tighter. Once John has finished in her mouth and she's swallowed, someone else takes that position, and John goes to get another drink. This sort of thing carries on for about an hour, effectively queueing up to use her cunt and her throat like a stag-do in a bathroom with only two urinals.

After a while we have all gone: in fact Terry, somehow, has managed to get it up again and gone twice, conquering both holes, when I feel myself rising again, and decide to mix things up abit.

I take out the butt plug and shove it into her mouth.

Despite having been filled for the past hour her arse is still tight, and it takes a while for me to open her up enough to start properly fucking her. I ask one of the lads where the others are and am told 'Brian is at a football game; Henry is on business in Manchester and we didn't get a reply from Paul.'

'Ok,' I say, with a smirk on my face, 'why don't you film the slut taking it up the arse and show the guys what they're missing.'

A video is taken of the used and abused body, with my cock, unidentifiable of course, ramming in and out of her anus. It's put on the whatsapp group and everyone laughs. Instead of finishing in her arse I pull out and cum all over the body. And then I waddle round the table, take the plug out her mouth, and shove my shit-covered cock in for cleaning.

At this point I think maybe a short break might do everyone good, and untie my now shaking girlfriend and sit her down in a chair. As I'm heading to the bathroom I suddenly get an idea and ask if anyone would like a scotch.

Everyone agrees, though the slave stays silent.

'Bitch, would you like a fucking scotch: please don't ignore me.'

'Sorry, master. Yes please, master.'

In the kitchen I get a load of tumblers and poor everyone generous drinks, but then, having closed the door to ensure privacy, I piss into one of the tumblers, up to the level of the rest of the glasses, and finish off into the sink. Then I bring the glasses into the room and hand them all out, making sure to hand the warmer, bubblier one (though the colour is luckily the same) to my well-used girlfriend.

As I make a toast 'to depravity, sex, and the night ahead', I lock eyes with the cunt, letting her know to quietly drink what I'm sure she has already worked out is not scotch.

Once we've finished our scotches, I ask if anyone wants another go, and when they all confess to be rather wiped out, I suggest a bit of torture instead. Though most of the props we keep at her place, I have a riding crop here, and then there's a couple of leather belts, and of course everyone has two palms and a set of teeth.

She lies down on the table, and I begin whipping her breasts with the crop, Andrew kneels by her cunt, despite how full of everyone's cum it is, and bits hard on her clit, making her scream, though it is quickly stifled by John shoving his fingers into her mouth.

The group is starting, I worry, to run out of ideas, when I remember that Andrew is dating some 'absolutely mental' girl, and suggest that he invites her over for the slave to serve.

He is a little unsure, but we both know that it's the sort of thing she definitely goes in for. She's a bit bi, and very into gang bangs as Andrew has told us about several times. I know that the slave has never sucked twat before, but also I know that she wants merely to exist for other people's pleasure, and I'm sure we'd all love to watch her attempt to eat out her first pussy.

As we are waiting for Sarah to come over (she immediately says yes to the overly open message that Andrew sends, complete with a forward of the video from the whatsapp group), Peter says he's ready for another fuck and would like to go for her ass.

'Sure,' I say, 'whatever you want, mate.'

He's a little bigger than me, and I can see her face cloud over in fear as he walks over to her chair.

Peter's really surprised me tonight, being generally the shier and less sexually experienced of the group. Barely looking at her he grabs her out of the chair and bends her over it when he suddenly has an idea.

'Go and open the curtains, and bend over the windowsill.'

'Yes, sir.' She says, scampering over to the window, excited by the notion of being used with the whole neighbourhood to see if they want.

Andrew decides to finish in her arse, which I am rather glad of. She is still sticky on her front from my cum, and after Andrew goes back to his beer I make her lick up the cum she's left on the windowsill, for which she kneels, somewhat unnecessarily, which we all enjoy.

'Now go and kneel by the door, I want you there for when Sarah arrives, and when she comes in I want you to ask if she'd like a drink and if, once she's sat down, if she wants you to eat her out.'

'Yes, master.'

As she runs off to the door I grab her arm to stop her and then pass her the plug. I think it's more degrading for her if she is forced to insert it herself, which she does assumedly upon me thrusting it into her hand.

When the doorbell rings, I shout 'It's open' and Sarah walks in, and is immediately startled by the sight she sees. She asks affirmatively, for a beer, and then again that she would indeed like to be eaten out.

The cunt goes off to get a fresh beer from the fridge, hands it to Sarah, who has quickly greeted Andrew with a kiss and then said hi to everyone. She hasn't met a couple before and there's this weird moment when the cunt is already pulling Sarah's knickers down as she leans over to John and Terry to shake their hands by way of introduction. We all watch, in awe, and pretty much silently, as the cunnilingus proceeds.

Sarah cannot, it turns out, finish from this: which she explains after a while, to the disappointment of the group. I suggest that Andrew fucks her, and offer them the bedroom if they want the privacy, which they don't, apparently. As we all watch them, the slave sits between me and Terry, and we abuse her absentmindedly. I particularly enjoy twisting her nipples, and Terry enjoys pulling her hair: though she receives no attention from anyone, the humiliation of which turns her on. After a while Terry drags her to his cock, and she begins sucking him off, during which Terry moans Sarah's name just to make it even more humiliating.

Sarah looks over Andrew's shoulders at us, and winks at Terry, who promptly fills the cunt's mouth, beating her back with his fists as he does so.

The evening pretty much fizzles out from there: her finally taste of cum ends up being Andrew's as she cleans up Sarah's cunt.

In the morning, my girlfriend is appalled by everything she's done, though she asks me when I'm inviting everyone round again.