This is part 2 of a true account of me being loaned out during my training period with Sir Don Brown and his sub wife Daisy, January 2020. I had been introduced to the guests for the evening and now the main event was about to start.
We followed Sir through double doors and into his 'Special Room.'
As Sir was talking to the boys about his room and equipment he was stripping me.
My jumper came over my head and my bra unfastened, but not released.
"Check these out boys, young fresh almost virginal tits and still growing, still bright pink girly nipples, watch them stretch her tit skin."
He flicked each one and being so sensitive, they both sprung to life.
My skirt next and Sir stood behind me and pulled my knickers into my crutch,
"Just look at the shape of her wonderful lips."
They were outlined under my pants with a hint of damp, Sir pulled them down a little and slapped my pussy lips,
"Have a taste of that"
One of the boys knelt and tongued, I rewarded him almost at once.
Once naked Sir had me sit like a dog and threw a ball, I ran after it and brought it back
Sir turned me over his knee and caned me with his short OTK cane.
"Next time you go for the ball without permission gets your tits caned."
I sat with tears running down my cheeks and onto my tits.
Another of the young men licked them off and bit my nipples.
I soon got the hang of the ball and spent a lot of time having my tits rubbed and pussy patted and fingered.
"Here girl."
I ran towards the caller and sat.
He unzipped his fly,
"Fetch girl"
The boys laughed as I struggle to release his beast, beast being the right word, he was really big, but I still wanked and sucked till he lifted me and sat me on his lap, his cock straight into my pussy.
His hands found my tits, slapping and nipping and finally biting.
I finished him off and Sir called me to his feet.
He took a leather foot cushion and laid me over on my back with knees touching my tits.
He took a carrot from his bag and inserted it in my pussy, it still had the green leaves on.
He walked back to the boys and flexed his whip, it got closer and closer until he took the leaves off, then cut the carrot in half. I felt the draft and shuddered.
Sir stood me and I was loosely fastened to an X shaped frame with hands and feet.
He gave the boys coloured pens and asked them initial parts of my back, bottom and legs.
Then, "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch."
As they said their names Sir landed the tail of the whip on their initials, this game went well past my tears.
I was released and went back to chasing balls and having my underside handled by all.
It was supper time, I was starving.
Under the table girl, suck for a treat.
Yes, you heard right, five cocks to suck and a nibble of something on completion of each one.
The bits I was given had all been started by the cock owner, a quarter of a sausage roll, crust off a sandwich and other similar titbits.
I serviced all five and the first one twice, then I was called out from under the table. I could not believe it, two bowls on the floor, one with their scraps in and the other water.
I had a tummy full of five blokes cum and was thirsty so drank.
Sir brought in a clear bowl and placed in on the table. He patted the table and I was bright enough to know I was to squat over the bowl. He patted his knee as I was dumb enough to pre-empt a situation without being told and I bent over, mistake number two, he wanted pussy up not bottom. Each had two free pussy slaps.
I was finally squatting over the bowl and peed and the guys cut cards to see who licked me dry.
Sir shuffled the cards and I was taken to a rope hanging down and fastened.
As the boys cut the cards I was given a welt for that number.
A black number was my back, red my front.
The pain was pretty unbearable, and I was soon screaming.
