One of my female readers gave me the idea for this story. She described her desire to be used, insulted and humiliated. She is a gorgeous young woman and I hope to realise her fantasy for her. In the interim Katie, here is your script!
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I'm taken to a hotel where we eat a little, drink a lot and then go up to a room. I'm with a man. A man much older than me, but physically, intellectually and sexually attractive. He's my Master now. I gave myself up to him just a week ago. We'd shared fantasies over the internet and found we had a common interest. He is kind, protective and experienced. I am young, just 20, very innocent, often disappointed by men and shy of exploring my desires. I am so shy that I couldn't imagine letting a man see me naked, legs spread open. This man, my Master, has opened a door for me and is the reason I am here this evening. He has told me nothing, except that I am to be here, with him. He and I have eaten in the restaurant downstairs, he has also plied me with perhaps a few too many vodka and cokes! I am wearing my black cocktail dress, black patent leather high heels and black stockings. My panties are lacy, pretty French knickers and are white, matching my bra.
The hotel room is spacious and airy. Of note, there is a king size bed in the centre and a writing table close to the window. My Master doesn't allow me to sit as there is suddenly a knock at the door. He opens it and ushers in three men, none of them known to me and all much older. I feel both scared and excited at the same time. I'm a young attractive female now locked in a room with four older men and I am unable to resist whatever my Master has planned. This is what I had always secretly wanted, control being taken away from me and I could feel a growing wetness in my panties as I become aroused at the reality of it happening.
I am ordered to stand still and they encircle me, hands smoothing over my dress and across the curves of my breasts and bottom. My Master unzips my dress at the back and slips the top of it down to rest on my waist. He indicates to one of the men to remove my bra and hands quickly fumble with the clasp until it is pulled away from me and my full firm breasts fall free to their gaze. It is only a brief moment before another steps forward and cups them in his hands, gradually increasing his kneading and squeezing, rocking me with his attentions, then pinching my erect nipples and pulling them outwards, elongating them and making me gasp.
I cannot complain. I have been instructed not to speak at all. As my nipples receive this teasing, the others are now pulling my dress down to my ankles. For the first time in my life, I am standing in stockings, heels and panties in front of four men. It is making me tingle with anticipation. They are all looking at my lace panties, strange hands touching me over the top of them and feeling between my trembling legs. My Master instructs me to take my panties off. Hesitantly, I slip my thumbs into the waistband and slowly, my eyes shut in embarrassment, I slide them over the triangle of my trimmed pubic hair and down my trembling white thighs, muscles taught from the effect of the high heels I'm still wearing. There is a chorus of appreciative murmurs and gasps as I let the lacy garment fall to my ankles and straighten up. I'm told to step out of them and carefully I lift each foot, keeping my knees close together in an attempt to retain some modesty as I step to the side of my discarded underwear. My Master recovers my panties from the floor and holds them up, the cotton gusset on show for each man to see how wet I have become. I should be embarrassed, humiliated, but the circumstances allow me to just enjoy their intense interest in my body and my juices. Each man presses the panties to his nose, breathing in deeply, taking in my scent from the creamy moisture my body has left there. I can feel myself leaking even more. My master chooses one man and hands him the delicate wet garment, 'A souvenir for you' he tells him.
I'm told to stand tall and still as the men walk around me taking in my most private parts. My pussy is covered in a soft down, trimmed into a V shape, the dark pubic hair a stark contrast to my white skin. No man has ever had me so exposed before. I'm being inspected, with particular attention given to my breasts, buttocks and pubic mound. The hands are touching, fondling, exploring.
My Master leads me to the table near the window. Sunlight is diffused by a long net curtain which separates the real world from my fantasy here. I'm stood against the table, then pushed forward to lean over it. My arms reach up to grasp the front edge of the polished surface, but my Master pulls my arms behind me and handcuffs my wrists together. My breasts are pressing against the cold wood. Now I feel completely at their mercy, at my Masters mercy. He speaks and tells me to spread my legs. I move my feet a yard apart but it's not enough and I feel someone gripping my ankles and moving them to a much wider stance. Everything must now be obscenely on show to these strangers. I can feel the cool air of the room on my moist pussy and my anus. Should I feel ashamed, or is this what they want to see?
