After leaving university I took a job in a nearby city. I enjoyed the freedom living in a city provided and started attending a local munch to meet like-minded kink friends. One man I met who I liked was Matt. He was slightly older than me and whilst we didn't fancy each other, we enjoyed each other's company and would ensure we caught up at each munch. As the months passed I realised I was struggling financially and with the rising rents and prices I was thinking I was going to have to give up city life and move back home with my parents. With this in mind, I attended what I thought would be my last munch and told Matt of my problems.
"Would you like to come and work for me some weekends?" he asked. I was intrigued and asked to know more. He had a friend David who had inherited a large house in the country a few years before. David was keen to stay living there and so hired it out for 'parties'. By now I was really curious and I told him to get to the point. The house was regularly used to host parties where men from the city where we lived would come to the house for drinking and whoring.
"You'd be working as a prostitute," he went on to say and continued that the men had paid for the party and any money they offered me would be mine for keeps. After telling me more he told me that the first party was in a couple of weeks and that I should come along. On the day of the party, I was quite anxious and had texted Matt repeatedly asking about things like what to wear, how much makeup should I apply and whether would they provide condoms. He messaged me back and eventually I chose a cocktail dress to wear, something that showed off my legs and would be easy to remove and some low-heeled shoes. I wandered to the meeting point where the minibus Matt had chartered would pick us up and saw a group of well-dressed women already waiting. They were all in their twenties like me and appeared uninterested as I appeared. Matt had warned me of this as I was competition and could prevent the girls from getting work. As I stood there I listened to them gossiping.
"Most time the men are so drunk that they can't get it up and soon fall asleep," was the reply from one followed by laughter from all of the others. The minibus then arrived and we boarded and it took us on an hour's journey out into the countryside. When we arrived Matt hadn't been wrong in his description of the house being in the middle of nowhere. It was also well hidden so an ideal location to hold parties without intrusion or disturbing the neighbours. I followed the other girls inside and smiled when I saw Matt who came over to give me the grand tour. He took me all around the house showing me the socialising areas downstairs and the bedrooms upstairs. The garden featured a swimming pool and so I was glad I had brought the swimwear Matt had suggested. With the tour over I made my way back inside before the guests arrived.
We heard the bus before we saw it as the shouting from the men on board drowned out all other noises. As they climbed off the bus I noticed they ranged in ages between thirty and fifty and they all made loud comments about what they would like to do with us if they had a chance. Before any sex could get under way though they went inside for their supper and more drinking.
After supper, I noticed the other girls soon started flirting with the men and soon were disappearing off for sex upstairs. I admit that I did play the part of a wallflower for the start, watching what the other women did before changing into my swimwear and joining the remainders in the pool. It was here that a man started flirting with me and eventually I told him my prices, he handed over cash and I took him upstairs. He must have been approaching fifty and in his drunken state I had to undress him and try to coax an erection out of his small and flaccid penis. Despite trying there was no joy and he soon fell asleep. I was mortified and wondered what to do so I snuck out of the room and saw one of the other girls emerging from another room.
"Just leave them be," she told me and so I let him sleep and headed back downstairs to mingle during the dying stages of the party. The men left soon afterwards and then the minibus arrived and took us back into the city. Matt messaged me the next day to check on me and asked if I would come again. I told him I had mixed feelings about sleeping with men and so he suggested we meet as he had another idea.
"It's a shame you're not dominant," he said when we met as he told me the type of men who would attend the parties loved playing with a Dominatrix and being tied up, whipped and humiliated. He knew I wasn't a Domme as he had seen me play and knew I was naturally submissive. He went on to explain that there was a barn at the property that they planned to use for live sex shows. The men who attended would pay to watch live sex acts and this included BDSM play.
"How much pain can you take in a play session?" Matt asked at our meeting. I told him I could take the pain and had endured multiple sessions featuring some quite cruel implements like canes and Martinette. He digested this for a moment and asked if I would like to submit to a female Domme at one of their BDSM parties. The men attending would pay to watch these shows and he wanted me to take part. A few days later he tested my pain limits in a local dungeon by tying me to a frame and whipping me with various implements starting with soft floggers and ending up with a cane. He applied the tools across various areas of my body, including a leather-tipped crop against my exposed bare pussy which hurt like hell. Finally, he looked satisfied and said I should attend the next party.
