"...and one hundred."
Her eyes blinked open. She was sitting on a wooden chair in a non-descript room. She didn't know where she was but faced a closed door. She was virtually naked. Against her white skin she wore a pair of black hold up stockings, black stilettos and black lace gloves that ended high up her arms. The dark nipples on the medium sized breasts also stood out against the paleness of the surrounding flesh as did the pubic hair at the base of her belly. She sat patiently. She didn't know why but she knew that wasn't important.
The door in front of her opened. A woman entered, she could see the bottom of a long grey coat and within that a short black skirt, not daring to look higher. The new smell of perfume pervaded the room. She suddenly became very aware of her nakedness and felt herself blushing. Still she sat, her arms by her side not covering herself.
"Stand up." The voice confident. As she rose from the chair the noise of damp flesh peeling away from wood was loud in the room. She stood not looking at the woman's face, though aware of her strong cleavage through the opening of coat and dress. "Put this on." A black fur coat was passed to her. It was beautiful. As she slid it around her the coldness of the lining shocked hot skin and her nipples hardened. She wasn't permitted to fasten it, only hold it together.
She followed the dressed woman as she turned and walked from the room and out of the building. It was cold outside. She pulled the fur collar up against her neck. There was a taxi waiting and they both climbed in the back. She was told to place her hands on each side of her knees releasing the coat, which stayed in position, and kept her eyes closed as she knew she must. During the ride she was aware of the coat slowly sliding apart. Millimetre by millimetre, tantalisingly. She was unable to see how much was being revealed, if anything. She felt the dull ache behind her stomach as her arousal stirred.
The taxi pulled into a gravel driveway. Pulling her coat together she slid out and she followed the other woman up to the door and inside. The sounds of laughter could be heard from a room somewhere in the house. She knew that she had never been here before. The woman held her hand out and she had to slip the fur from her shoulders. The other woman left her standing in the hall as she removed her own coat and walked down a corridor. The feeling of being naked again was embarrassing. As she moved slightly she was aware of and humiliated by the dampness at the top of her thighs. Her breathing was quicker and she felt the movement of her breasts. The short black skirt returned, though this time covered with a small white apron, such as a maid would wear.
The maid looked over the naked figure in front of her then ran her hands over her the white flesh emphasised by the black arms and legs then her led into a room. The vague smell of food and alcohol lingered as the talking and laughter suddenly died. Her faced flared at the humiliation as she was made to stand displaying herself to the people inside. Keeping her eyes lowered she noticed the legs of two men, at least one of whom had an erection detectable through his trousers, and two women plus the maid who had brought her.
The maid spoke to her, her voice sounding slightly aroused now.
"Do you know where you are?"
"No Miss."
"Do you know who these people are?"
The naked woman didn't know if she was really allowed to but quickly lifted her gaze to scan the faces in the room. "No Miss."
"Do you know what they are?"
"Yes Miss. They are Masters and Mistresses."
"And you? Who are you?"
"My name is slut, Miss."
"And what are you?"
"I am an obedient slut, Miss."
A man with a soft gravely voice standing in the middle of the room. "Come here." She walked over to him very conscious of the eyes watching her nakedness, aware of her humiliating wetness, aware that the man had an erection beneath his trousers.
"Why are you here, slut?"
"For your pleasure, Master."
"Good. You had better be obedient slut."
"I will be, Master."
As everyone watched his hand took her breast and squeezed it, then the nipple. The pain shot through her. She pressed forward her breasts, offering them. A wetness trickled from her and made her embarrassed at the idea that others may see it. His hand moved to the other breast, her other nipple. This time it gave a gentle caress. She found that she felt let down, she realised that she had desired his harshness.
He ordered her to get on all fours on the wooden coffee table. She was acutely aware that she was on display and knew her cunt lips would be easily seen. She was left exhibiting herself for a while. It was humiliating to know that people could see her like this yet she knew inside herself that this was what she was for and that her body betrayed her own excitement. The Master's hand slid over her behind over her puckered hole and into her cunt. She dutifully opened her legs wider so that he had easy access, bringing a few chuckles from the others, which quietened as they watched him finger fucking her and feeling her up. His other hand found her breasts and harshly squeezed in rhythm. He slid a finger deep inside her anus a few times bringing a gasp from her before he returned it to her cunt. She knew they were looking at her, knew that they could see and hear him using her as her cunt squelched and her hips bucked lewdly with each insertion. She wanted to cry in shame but she wanted them to enjoy the sight of her exhibiting her wantonness. She wanted more. He withdrew his hand; she continued to thrust her hips in frustration as he put his slimy fingers in her mouth to suck clean.
She was told that Mistress Caroline had first place and she was made to go to her, crawling on her hands and knees, her arse and wet cunt kept high and her breasts swung for everyone to see. Mistress Caroline had her unfasten the buttons running the full length of her burgundy dress she wore. She had done she parted the dress revealing matching knickers and suspender belt but no bra. Mistress Caroline's breasts were small and pert and slut had to lick and suck each one until told to stop. They felt deliciously warm and the nipples became like pebbles under her ministrations. Her next task was to remove Caroline's knickers with her teeth. This was more difficult. Her mouth picked up the aroma and taste of her skin as her mouth gently rubbed over it as she slowly performed. Eventually the knickers were kicked away and the thighs before her parted and slid forward over the edge of the seat.
"Lick me, slut. You had better be good."