I was wondering if I was going to have to sit through having makeup applied, but then Dexter pulled out more silicone. It was a full mask, going over my head and covering it completely. There were openings for my eyes and mouth and little slots at my nose. He had to help me get it on, as it fit so snugly that it took some doing to get it full over my face and in the right position. Once he was satisfied, he pulled a wig over it. Over all this, I was dressed in a body hugging little red dress. It was short and low cut, putting both my legs and cleavage on full display. Even standing, it barely covered my ass.
I was put in mercilessly high heels and red leather cuffs were locked onto my wrists and ankles. A matching red leather collar was locked around my neck, with a chain leash attached. Dexter had me spin slowly around for him, just so that he could be satisfied with my appearance. He stood me in front of a full-length mirror, so I could see the finished product as well. I looked so artificial as to seem barely human. I looked closer to a sex doll than I did to my old self. The mask in particular was fascinating. It moved with my facial expressions somewhat, but it made my eyes look wide, with garish eye makeup decoration built in, and it gave me swollen, puffy-looking lips. At least there was no risk of being recognized like this.
Dexter clipped my wrist cuffs together in front of me, then walked me out to where there already seemed to be men waiting. He held the end of the leash, making it my responsibility to keep up with him without toppling over. As I worked to keep my balance on the heels, I could feel my fake breasts jiggling. The assembled men seemed to like what they saw, and greeted me with whistles, cat calls and various lewd comments.
"This is Daisy, who isn't just a sissy slut today -- she's also an on-demand sex doll. Her mouth is ready for use. Her tight little sissy pussy is plugged at the moment, but that just means you need to unplug her if you want to use her, and then re-plug her afterwards. That has the added benefit of both keeping her from leaking, and allowing her to keep and cherish any loads you might grant her."
Perhaps my doll-like appearance helped them treat me like an object. The first man in line took hold of my leash and pulled me down to my knees in front of him. As soon as he had his cock free, he jammed it into my mouth. I reached up with my cuffed hands to stroke and caress him, but he was quickly thrusting so hard and deep into me that I could barely keep up. I was gasping and moaning, fighting my own gag reflex as his cock reached the back of my throat. He seemed adept at ignoring my reactions, and just kept thrusting until he finally came, spurting cum down my throat and into my mouth.
I had barely caught my breath when the next man was in place in front of me. This one took advantage of my offered use of my hands, having me stroke him until he was fully hard. Only then did he grant me permission to suck his cock head between my lips, using my tongue to pleasure him while I kept stroking, faster and faster. Soon enough, my mouth was full to overflowing with yet another load of warm, slippery cum.
The next man wanted more. He pulled me to my feet and used my leash to drag me over to a booth. He turned me to face the booth and then pushed me forward, bending me over the table's edge. He laughed, seeing the wide base of the plug, and then pulled it roughly from me. I could feel my ass gaping wide for just a second or two before he rammed his stiff cock into me. My rammed into me, deep and rough, making my body rock and squishing my fake breasts beneath me. My hands, stretched out in front of me, searched for anything they could find to hold onto. I moaned and gasped and babbled incoherently with his use.
He pounded into me, over and over, until I could feel him tense and then release, exploding with a load of cum shot deep up into me. I didn't know if the men were turned on just watching me, or if they had been preparing themselves for this, but they seemed to all cum relatively quickly, for which I was grateful. As he pulled out, he rammed the plug right back in, sealing his spent load inside me.
There were so many men surrounding me. Now and then I caught a glimpse of Dexter keeping an eye on me, but other than that, the men and cocks seemed to blur together. I was turned over and pulled to my knees again. One more man fucked my mouth as I was, but the next insisted that my hands be re-cuffed behind my back. Without even the ability to use my hands, I did what I could with my mouth and tongue, at least with the men who didn't just want a wet hole to fuck.
I think it was after three more loads spurted into my mouth, maybe four, than I was picked up and turned over again. The plug was pulled from me and I was fucked again from behind. This man seemed larger, as even with the stretching from the plug and my prior use, his size made me ache and moan. He seemed to grow somewhat tired by my reactions, and he had someone stuff my mouth full of a rag.
The rag didn't stay for too long, thankfully, as once he achieved his release inside me, he was followed up by a pair of men, one behind me and one in front. I was pulled off the table and given a bench to kneel on in between them. In time, they found a rhythm, rocking my body back and forth, stuffing my mouth and ass. Other men surrounded me, watching and commenting, and even slapping at my ass. Something, perhaps the audience, gave these two men greater endurance, so I had to endure the spit-roasting for some time. I could feel my mind spinning and my own cock tingling and bouncing. In their own time, they two reached climax, feeding and filling me with yet more cum. I felt the plug stuffed back inside me, and I felt ready to collapse.
It seemed as though my double use was the climax of my performance. As I knelt there, panting, the crowd of men dissipated, leaving me alone with Dexter. He wiped me down and helped me to stand, then led me back into the back rooms again. I was thankful for the quiet and calm. He was so kind as he gently undressed me, peeling the dress and corset from me, then freeing me of the mask as well. My face was wet with sweat beneath it, as was my chest once the silicone breasts were removed. I didn't really know how much time had passed, but it seemed like a long time since I'd been naked before him in that room. I looked around for my clothes, but he stopped me.
"Not yet," he said. "I've been wanting your mouth since you stepped in, but I want it as you."
He pulled me close to him and kissed me passionately. I was sure there was lingering taste from the previous men, but he didn't seem to care. His tongue pushed past my lips and seemed to take ownership of my mouth. Once the kiss broke, I slid down to the floor in front of him, my hands slid down his chest to his waist. He had me open up his trousers myself, and free his throbbing erection from his underwear.
Servicing him was so different than it had just been with those who had used the rubber doll Daisy. He looked down at me, luring my eyes up to his as my fingers and lips wrapped around him. I caressed him, feeling him stiffen even more. I kissed his shaft and let my tongue dance around and explore the taste and feel of his cock head. He moaned with pleasure, and I moaned with arousal, my lips vibrating around him. I could feel myself leaking, and my body gripped tight at the plug stuffed tight inside me. When he came, it was passionate and powerful. I felt the salty warmth of him on my tongue and filling up my cheeks. I tilted my head back, showing him my mouth full of him before I swallowed it all down. I kissed and licked him clean afterwards, and then he helped me back up to my feet, and then helped himself to another long, slow kiss.
Compared to the ordeal of getting into the rubber doll outfit, I could get dressed in my street clothes in what seemed like seconds. With a smile and a pat on the ass, Dexter sent me on my way. It wasn't until I was back in the car, driving home, that I saw the clock on the car's dashboard and realized how long I'd been gone. The afternoon was nearly spent. There was no point in trying to do anything productive for work any longer.
I wandered around the house, looking for things to tidy up, but in reality I was just lost in what had happened. Wrapped in silicone, my body had felt so strange. It had been almost an out-of-body experience, and I could imagine how it must have all looked as though I was someone floating above it all. I could feel the weight of the puddle of cum in my stomach, and the feeling of the loads held inside me by the plug as well.
The moment with Dexter had been altogether different. It had been personal and passionate. I didn't know that I could have felt a kiss with a man like that. I had wanted his hands on me, and I had craved the feel of him between my lips. I could feel myself imagining him taking me in other places, and in other predicaments. It was exciting and confusing.
The clock reaching 5:00 gave me an excuse to push those thoughts from my head. I went upstairs for a long, hot shower where I unplugged myself and washed the sex and sweat from my body. I could feel the spent loads ooze from me, making me feel cheap and whorish all over again. I touched up my grooming, then exited the shower and towelled off.
I logged into the app, to give Master an update, but I was greeted by messages from him that included photos of my use from the club. Clearly he knew quite well the details of how I had served. I gave a brief report nonetheless, including a summary of Dexter's use as well, as I didn't imagine that cameras had captured that. Once that was complete, I tried to turn my mind to the present, to prepare for Jane's return from work. Only then did it really register that the weekend was upon us. Weekends had come to mean more time with Jane, since it was harder to escape to my secret pleasures and kinks when she was home, but now I had to wonder how she might choose to fill the time, knowing so much more than she ever had before.
Interlude
At work, Jane was starting to feel like a Queen. She was still glowing from the afterglow of her morning orgasm and she walked around her office with confidence. She knew that, quite literally, she could have either of at least two men eager to fuck her at a moment's notice, and that was just counting the men she had already been with. Now there was also a man in her husband's office who had tasted her pleasures. It all made her feel sexy and desired and powerful.
She also smiled every time she thought about David. She kept pushing him farther, and every time he responded. She wore the key to his cage around her neck, and she loved the realization that she was in charge of that most intimate and core part of his body, and symbol of his manhood. She was taking that from him and redefining him, now with the panties too. It came to her that she was drawing so much pleasure and amusement from it. There had been a feeling of revenge in it almost, at first, but that was falling away somewhat. It just pleased her to be in change, and to be in charge so completely.
