You assume that it is me that is leading you down a narrow hall, but you can't be sure since your eyes are lowered subserviently and all you can see is the floor in front of you and your pointed nipples erect in the cool air-conditioned air. Your wrists are strapped to your elbows behind your back leaving you helpless and exposed. Strapped in this manner they don't even give you the small consolation of hanging above your ass which has been prepared and lubricated while you were tied up and blindfolded in the room you have just left. The hands that prepared you had been women's hands, soft, gentle, and deft when they applied the lipstick and liner to your lips, your nipples and even to the lips of your freshly shaved cunt. To know that you have the deep red lipstick of a tart outlining the opening of your naked pussy makes your cheeks hot as you are led down the hall.
You assume that it is me that opens the door at the end of the hall and pushes you from behind into a darkened room.
You smell the smells of expensive perfume and cigars, of rich food and wine, and you hear the rustle of clothes, the clink of glasses and the clatter of silverware. The darkness however prevents you from seeing anything. You hear mumbles and murmurs from all around you, and the way the sound carries tells you the room is large. An elderly lady with an "expensive" voice says, "Why did they turn off the lights? Are they bringing her in?" And off to the other side, quite close, you hear a man's voice, "It must be time for the show. This better be good" the implication that he had paid a lot of money, to see "the show", is obvious in his tone.
You assume that it is me that leads you up to a raised platform and helps you up to stand upon it, legs spread wide, in what you know must be the center of the room. And you also assume it is me that taps you lightly, with the riding crop, behind the knees, a gesture, which you have learned to obey swiftly, that means to kneel.
INSTANTLY a light floods down on you as you fall to your knees, blinding you with its brilliance, and making everything around you pitch dark. At just this moment you also feel a large rigid penis rub up against you from underneath and you know you are straddling a man you can not see because of the shadows and the spotlight. But most of all you hear the quick intake of breath, the startled gasps and the muffled groans of the large room full of people.
"Oh my god!" You hear a woman exclaim as you feel the head of a large thick cock begin to enter your open, waiting, wanting vagina. And as this disembodied anonymous cock begins to penetrate and stretch your cunt which tightens around it involuntarily, whether because of desire or training you no longer know or care, your mind flashes back on the stream of images and feelings which have led you up onto this stage.
With the spot light glistening off the top of your naked breasts you lower yourself unthinkingly upon the large cock whose owner you have never seen, nor can see, due to the spot light and shadows. You can feel the heat of the spot light on your back and you know everyone behind you in the room can see the disembodied cock stretch your tight cunt and watch your juices as they drip down its shaft. You hear groans and heavy breathing and muffled gasps behind you and you feel almost sorry for the people in front and to the sides that can only stare at your breasts as they sway and watch your face as you take the shaft farther and farther up your cunt.
And you are reminded of the first time you let yourself be taken by an absolute stranger, by a man who's real name you didn't know, and still don't know, and whom you now call "master." How he had made you kneel like that in front of a mirror in a hotel room as he fucked you with a dildo while you watched and then how he had taken you for the first time in the - "OH, my god!" you hear the woman gasp. And then you feel a second cock spread your asshole as the huge one in your pussy is pulling back only so it can plunge in again.
