I had work to do. I wasn't here for my own pleasure, but for his. My Master left me clear instructions which I had to obey or fear the consequences, though my inner lusts wished for me to disobey him.
Bent over one of our love cushions, I 'prepared' my pussy by plunging a vibrator deep inside, as Master commanded. I had specific instructions to keep myself horny and wet for Master's arrival. Master left me a list of ways to do so. The one that I chose to follow today was number 12: 'Bend over like a little whore and insert a vibrator inside your tight pussy while playing with your clit', with a side note, 'watching porn is optional'.
There were other ways to 'prepare' for Master's arrival home. One of my favourites was reading erotic stories while sucking on one of my silken dildo toys. Occasionally I would smear chocolate syrup on it, as though it were Master's cum, and then spread it all over my face and breasts. I admired my breasts for a short while, convincing myself that I did have a good body at 24.
Today Master would be home late, but that was no excuse for me. I still had to keep my pussy wet until his return. I made sure that I was watching porn. The 'optional' extras on Master's list were more like suggestions that I should follow if I wished to be rewarded. For a brief moment I stopped pounding my pussy with the vibrator to put on some lesbian porn.
Closing my eyes, I began thinking about being licked by another girl. I bit down on my quivering lower lip and felt myself nearing an orgasm, but stopped immediately. I knew that Master would not approve of me giving myself pleasure. He wanted me to tease and tease and tease myself so that when he returned home, I would be begging for his giant cock to relieve me. I couldn't stand the wait, I needed him now!
I watched as the girls played with each other. Their moaning turned me on so much that I so desperately wanted to disobey Master's orders and make myself cum. Turning the vibrator on to its maximum speed, I rubbed my clit and watched as the girls did the same. I imagined being there with them, screaming at one of the girls 'moan for me, bitch!' as I dived into her pussy, licking every inch of it. Sometimes I wished that Master would let me play with other girls. I don't think he knows just how much girl-on-girl turns me on.
'Master should be home soon', I thought to myself. I pulled the vibrator out of my soaking pussy, and then plunged it even deeper inside, just for one last time. I gasped as I pushed the toy in as deep as it could go, and then pulled it out slowly. Master always told me to keep my toys clean so I obeyed, like always, and licked the vibrator clean before putting it away. I casually walked to my wardrobe and selected my Master's favourite piece of lingerie, a satin corset with fishnet stockings and high heels, all black.
When I finished changing, I noticed an envelope sitting on the bed side table with the words 'to my sex slave' written on it. Panicked, I picked up the envelope and opened it. There was a list of instructions inside. I began feeling nervous. Master has never left anything like this for me before.
Anxiously I started reading the instructions.
'Sex slave,
Your Master will be arriving home at 9 o'clock this evening, but he will not be alone. He has invited some friends over, so you will have to perform some basic tasks to pleasure them. If you do not satisfy them to your Master's standards, he will hand down severe punishments.
Master trusts that you have been preparing your tight pussy, though not for such an event as this. Fear not for you will not be working alone. Your Master will be bringing along a playmate for you.
Get into your most slutty outfit, the black one. Master expects to find you lying on the bed rubbing your clit and moaning loudly for the guests to hear.'
Shivers ran up and down my spine as I finished reading the note Master left me. I looked at the time and realised that it was close to 9 o'clock already. Thoughts surged through my mind, 'I have never done anything like this!' I felt betrayed that my Master would offer me to his friends. My mind raced, and then I remembered my Master's instructions, I should be in bed now. 'Just relax, maybe it will be fun.'
My pussy was still wet though I couldn't understand why. I crawled onto the bed and began playing with my clit, closing my eyes and drifting to another place. In the distance I heard cars pulling into the driveway and I began feeling even more tense. I tried to block it out and started moaning loudly as instructed by my Master. My moans turned me on and I rubbed my clit fervently, wishing to cum.
My Master entered the bedroom, "Nice work my dirty little whore. Our guests have been enjoying your moans. They wish to see you," he paused, "oh and incidentally, your playmate has arrived. Please make her feel welcome."
Slowly, I lifted myself from the bed and walked into the lounge room where the guests were seated. I was greeted by some whistling and ambiguous comments. I smiled to myself, feeling confident about my body. The guests all seemed roughly the same age as my Master, 30 odd years old. Teasingly, I ran my fingers through my hair, showing it off to the guests. Men enjoyed being able to grab onto something during sex. I started dancing one of my fingers along my bottom lip, biting and licking it, until my eyes were caught by my 'playmate'.
She was a brunette like me, though she was a little slimmer which made me feel self-conscious once more. She wore the exact same outfit as me, only hers was red. She seemed older than me, 26 maybe. My entrancement with her was broken as I heard my Master walk into the room.
"A little treat for you all. We have two sex slaves tonight," my Master announced with a wide grin. He was met with applause from the men, "But that is only part of the fun," Master looked at me, still smiling. "What these sex slaves don't know, and what you don't know is that we're going to play a game tonight. We're all aware of the game Roulette, are we not? Well, this is a little simpler. Our two lovely sex slaves are dressed in the roulette colours, red and black. The numbers on the roulette wheel are assigned to various sex acts that the slaves must perform. I trust that you have all brought your wallets as instructed?"
The men nodded to my Master. "You will each place a bet," my Master continued "on a number of your choosing. There are few rules involved in this particular roulette. If you so wish, you can 'team up' with another guest and increase your chances of winning, which will allow you to 'team up'," he added, winking "on one of the sex slaves."
The men were excited and started cheering about the game, and I felt cold and alone.
"About the numbers," my Master continued "one through to nine is oral; so a blowjob or cunnilingus, if you desire. Ten through to eighteen is a tight pussy for fucking. Nineteen through to twenty-seven is anal and twenty-eight through to thirty-six is anything you want!"
My Master talked some more about the rules, but I drifted away and looked over at the other sex slave. She caught me looking at her and approached me. She seemed just as nervous. I was about to speak to her when my Master caught us. He walked over. "You two will be known as 'Miss Black' and 'Miss Red' tonight. While we're setting up the game why don't the two of you entertain us? I'm sure my dirty little whore would love a sample taste of your pussy, Miss Red."
