The Invitation 34

This story is inspired by a video on the website 'The UppeFloor'.

The Invitation

What I see when I enter the room overwhelms all my senses immediately, I have seen dozens of videos from this site in the last few months, but seeing it live now is completely different. The pre-party dinner has already been intense, but apart from the naked slave girls serving dinner and being groped by some of the diners, nothing remarkable has happened.

I have always been attracted to bondage and slavery fantasies, but it was not until a few months ago when I found a link on my computer, that I began to browse pages on this subject, mainly one that showed videos of parties and meetings that were held in the attic of an old renovated building. In these months my fantasies have only grown, I have even chatted with strangers telling them those fantasies in which I saw myself tied up and helpless while they responded by telling me what they would do to me if they had me at their mercy.

Some I cut off immediately, some because their fantasies were too dark for me, and others because it soon became clear that they just wanted to masturbate with me. Others, on the other hand, I listened to until the end, getting more and more excited, only when they finished talking asked me to meet us, I disconnected and blocked them, although then I masturbated remembering everything I had said.

Only with one of the users have I repeated the experience, and not just once, in fact, in the last two months I only chat with him, he seems to know my most secret fantasies even before I reveal them to him.

A week ago, I received an invitation to one of the parties held in 'The Upper Floor', the name of the room where the videos I watch online take place. I knew at once that the invitation came from my mysterious chat partner, of whom the only thing I knew was his

nickname: 'My Master'.

It was strange when after chatting with him, I went over the conversations, when I did so I couldn't help but imagine that she was really a submissive talking to her Master.

I go around the room looking for a place to sit, and I only find one free, quite surprised that it is not occupied, since it is a seat on a couch in the front row, just a couple of meters from the main stage.

Before sitting down I look at the woman who occupies the other seat of the sofa, she is very beautiful, curly dark blonde hair and large blue-green eyes, she wears a black suit with straps that shows a wide neckline, showing who is looking at her as she is not wearing a bra practically her perfect tits, although what catches my attention the most about her is the metal necklace that adorns her neck, standing behind the couch is a man with his hand resting on his shoulder.

I forget about the woman and focus my gaze on the stage, it's incredible what's happening there, while a slave girl is being fucked in the ass hanging from the ceiling by ropes, another is moaning like a bitch riding a sybian, with nipple clamps while a woman shocks her with a kind of wand.

The intense moans coming from the stage fill my senses, and I am so focused on what is happening on stage, that it takes me a while to realize what is happening next to me, the woman I have been observing before is now half-naked, with the hands of the man placed behind her back playing with her nipples, although that is not what causes the moans that have made me look away from the stage. Those moans are caused by one of the club's slave girls playing with a vibrator in her pussy.

I focus on the stage again, the hanging slave girl does not stop reaching one orgasm after another, while her partner begins to cry unable to reach orgasm due to the speed of the sybian.

"Those are the two ways to break a slave girl;" says the man behind the woman on the couch, standing behind me and bringing his hands to my bare shoulders.

"One of them will end up begging them to stop and stop fucking her and the other will beg to have her fucked. Which of the two ways would you beg first?" he asks me, retreating from my side to a distant area, sliding his fingers down my back causing me a slight shiver. With that gesture he manages to distract me enough so that when I look at him, I barely see his face for a few seconds, a beautiful face that is at the same time disturbing.

I look at the two slave girls, a new man is about to fuck the first slave girl, this time for her pussy, while the other slave girl moves her hips against the sybian looking for the long-awaited orgasm.

I think about the answer to the question that the stranger has asked me, and I don't know what he would have given him if I had had the opportunity to answer him. I've never fantasized about something like what I'm seeing on stage, and I don't think everything is as simple as the stranger has told me, and the next thing I see confirms my impressions.

One of the men has just fucked the hanging slave girl, and with his cock still hard and stained with cum and vaginal juices, he approaches the other slave girl, grabs her head and forces the cock in her mouth, without him being able to do anything to stop her, in fact she doesn't even try.

Although she seems not to have much experience, the slave girl is anxious, moving her head back and forth, trying to swallow more and more length of the cock in front of her, as if with that act she is trying to be rewarded with orgasm.

In the rest of the room, as if everyone had been infected by excitement and perversion, similar scenes begin to unfold.

To my right, a young woman I talked to while we were waiting for dinner, and she told me that she didn't like the things that happened at these parties, but that she had come to accompany a friend who didn't want to come alone, is being hung with ropes naked from the ceiling, while her also naked friend kneels between her legs and begins to play with her fingers in her pussy while resting a vibrator on her clitoris. Her face is a mixture of fear and pleasure, while her friend's face radiates happiness for having achieved something that she surely longed for a long time.

On one side of the stage, I watch as Alison, a college classmate, who looks shy and quiet, and who until now we all thought was a lesbian, is being pushed by two men on a table, who waste no time ripping off all her clothes leaving her naked except for her white silk stockings, allowing me to see that both her pussy and her nipples are adorned by large metal rings.

While Alison is tied up, a redhead stands next to her and they begin to kiss, all while several men prepare to fuck her, although finally it is the redhead who places herself between her legs and begins to fuck her with her hand, introducing her practically in its entirety and with hardly any difficulty in Alison's pussy.

I try to look away from Alison, but I don't care where I look, everywhere I look I find people fucking, couples who a few moments ago seemed normal are now fucking on the couches or on the floor. Rather, it is the men who are fucking the women, since as if by magic, most of them are tied or restrained in some way, as if they were also slave girls. The few women who aren't being fucked are kneeling at a man's feet with her hands attached behind her back sucking their cock.

I don't think there are more than a dozen 'free' women left, so to speak, but despite knowing that I should run away I am unable to do so, and I continue to scan the room with my eyes, as if I were looking for someone.

I know that at least a dozen slave girls served us the table at dinner, all of them young and beautiful, wearing only silk stockings and their slave necklace, but right now among so many naked women adorned with necklaces it is difficult for me to identify them.

Finally, my gaze stops at a specific point, and it doesn't stop for the beautiful blonde slave girl, whom I recognize from serving me dinner, it does it for the man who is fucking her behind her.

It's about the man who was behind the woman sitting next to me, and who came up to me a little while ago and asked me that strange question. Now I can see him perfectly, he must be about forty years old, but he has an athletic and thin body, he is handsome, tremendously handsome, but in a way that seems dangerous, when I look at him, I feel like a moth attracted to the light, and I know at once that if I get close to him it cannot end well for me.

I can't stop looking at him, and he seems to notice and smiles at me as he increases the force of his thrusts, giving me the feeling as if it were me who is being fucked from a distance.

I close my eyes for a few seconds trying to get everything that is happening around me out of my head and see if in that way I am able to turn off the excitement that runs through my body. When I open the door, the blonde slave girl is still there, but the man who is fucking her is someone else.

I focus my gaze on the stage again, the situation has changed, the slave girl hanging from the ceiling has been untied, but she still hasn't had to beg to stop, because she is still being fucked, although now it is she who fucks a man, impaled on his cock, riding her wildly.

Next to her is the other slave girl, although her situation has changed completely, she has had to beg, since she is tied on a table, with her legs open and a man placed between them fucking her. Her moans of pleasure are getting louder and louder, filling the entire room above the rest of the chorus with moans and orgasms.

I see how the slave girl's whole-body tenses up, and she bursts into orgasm, squirting around, in a way I've never seen before, although that doesn't stop the man from fucking her.

"Now that she has begged to be fucked like the slave girl she is, the second part of her descent into slavery is coming, they will not stop fucking her until she begs to be stopped and branded as a slave girl. Then it will be ready to be sold to its new owner;" says the man, who has returned to stand behind me, although this time his hands are not on my shoulders, they have gone down to my breasts and are caressing them in a similar way as he did with his companion a while ago.

I'm watching as the man cums in the slave girl's pussy, and as soon as he comes out another man replaces him, but when I hear the last words of the man behind me, I make a gesture to turn around, although at no time do I try to stop him from continuing to play with my breasts.

"Don't be surprised Carol, there are many more slave girls in the room than the slave girls in the club who have served you dinner;" she points out to me. "Alison has been a slave girl to her Physics teacher for a year and a half, and the girl who has been fucking her is a slave girl to the Rector, they are regular visitors to the room, the slave girl you look at with so much interest is a model in a well-known magazine, she like many others before her, has come here looking for a new experience and has found it, but not in the way I expected."

I focus my gaze on the slave girl again just at the moment when she squirts again, I'm sure that as the stranger has said she will end up begging to stop fucking her, but seeing her face twitching with pleasure, it will take a long time to do so.

"By the way, Carol, you haven't answered the question I asked you before;" he says, placing himself in front of me. "Although it's no longer necessary, I've known the answer since I first spoke to you;" he adds, reaching out to help me up.

Before I didn't realize that he was calling me by my name, but now, when he does it again, I get very scared, but as if I were hypnotized, I grab his hand and stand up, letting him guide me to the sybian.

When I feel his fingers on my back unbuttoning my dress I make a gesture of resistance, but when I feel his mouth on my neck kissing me softly, I stop.

It only takes a few seconds for me to undress and hold the sybian, I am so aroused that I expect to immediately, but the vibration not only does not lead me to orgasm, but it seems to lower my arousal.

I don't know if I want to, what I'm sure I want is for the stranger to me, and the sooner the better.

"One last thing Carol;" he says grabbing my face to look at him.

"Don't think that because you beg me now that I'm you we'll take you off the sybian immediately. You'll be on the verge of orgasm for at least the next two hours;" he tells me as if he's read my thoughts.

I move my body against the sybian, imitating what I saw the slave girl do before, obtaining the same result as her, letting out an intense moan out of frustration.

"Who are you?" I ask, fearing the answer.

"You know who I am;" you just have to say it.

He's right, I know who he is, but I also know what it means to say his name on a site like this. I close my eyes trying to remember everything we have talked about during these months, and I notice how when I do so my excitement grows as I get closer to orgasm. I open my eyes and speak the words that will change my life.

"You are 'My Master'"