Master didn't give me long to recover from the 11 guys that fucked my ass and pussy, I'd like to say that I hated it, I'd like to say I felt ashamed but I didn't. I feel so grateful to Master for arranging it and taking the time to get me fucked by 11 guys no less. That's the most that has fucked me, Master keeps count and when I'm good he reminds me of all of them.
My body yearned for more but equally was sore bruised and aching and wanted to rest. My hair was matted from a mixture of cum, sweat and spit. I should wash it, I should wash myself but Master's parting words to me were 'stay as you are'.
It's been over 24 hrs and I'm patiently waiting for a message to say I can wash, but it doesn't come for another 9 hour.
His message was received with trepidation and also dismay, it was instructing me to go outside. It was raining and really windy so I hoped he was there waiting. Master laughs at my optimism but also says my naivety is a quality he likes. I love that he saw that in me and also my submissiveness before I did. A second message comes through telling me that I'm allowed to put my rain jacket on and my collar. My collar is beautiful, it's soft pink leather with a little heart charm, it also has 3 tiny studs by the buckle to signify it was the 3rd month of the year that I became Masters pet. Every March I'm rewarded with a little gift, this year it was a new pink butt plug, which was wonderful until I realized it had electrical pulses that ran through it and Master had the control, he was not kind to me that evening because he said I was not appreciative of his efforts in choosing the perfect gift for me.
Rushing out of my flat and down the stairs gives me such a happy feeling. I have to believe he is there, I know this time after how good I was at the cinema a day and a half ago he will be there. He will surely be happy to see me.
Again I was wrong on all accounts. He's not there. At least I don't see him or his car, all I see is a transit van and my 2 neighbours cars. I start to make a slow walk up the street just in case he's parked behind the transit van. I'm soaking wet from the torrential rain and at this point it matches my mood and my spirit, why does he do this to me. Why do I let him control my mind and my body so much, why don't I stop this. The answer is clear, because I don't want it to, I enjoy being humiliated, I love being controlled and pushed by him, I love the way he makes me feel so worthless yet loved. I love to make him happy.
As I have these thoughts I'm not paying attention to my surroundings and fall by the van and I end up face down in a puddle, I'm so frustrated and shocked at the coldness of the puddle I start to cry.
Unbeknownst to me the side door of the van is opened and 3 guys get out and help me to my feet, I thank them profusely and try to walk back to the comfort of the proximity of my flat entrance of course it doesn't happen. I'm dragged against my will (well I could struggle but what's the point if I do the punishment will be more severe) so I accept my fate and let them drag me into the van. I'm pushed to the floor and told to stay there. After a few minutes I'm told to entertain the men the in the back, to which there are 3 and 2 in the front. I turn instinctively to one guy, it's his salt and pepper hair that makes me attracted to him. Master has the same colour, and also the similar build. Athletic, tall and mature. Only this guy isn't as tall or as fit and doesn't radiate the same amount of sexual charisma as Master does. I undo my coat, my hair dripping down my body makes me shiver and shudder with the cold. The drops of water find their way down to my breasts making my nipples hard and perfectly erect, I want to touch them but equally don't want to, I'm feeling nervous and also a little apprehensive. Master seems to be pushing me more and more.
I'm instructed again to entertain them so I obediently open my coat to reveal my beautiful pussy, Master made me have lazer hair removal so I'm always perfectly bald for his (and others pleasure) My hands find their way down and I spread my legs further to give them a good view of my glistening wet pussy, I'm still showing signs of the fucking I had at the adult cinema and my pussy is so tender to touch, my fingers go lightly over my clit. I see a stirring in their pants and this excites me, no one tries to make a move which puzzles me, I start to feel nervous and wonder where the evening is going to take me. I carry on as instructed and I feel an orgasm rising, my breathe is quickening and my pulse is racing, I'm in a dilemma, do I cum or not. I'm not allowed until Master tells me but he's not here and I really need to release, there are no further instructions from the men which confuses me, I'm used to being verbally humiliated these guys aren't saying a word, I'm beginning to feel apprehensive, but this only fuels my crave to be used.
Why is no one saying anything, they're playing with my mind I know and it put's a whole new twist on the experience, I like the silence, it almost makes me feel powerful, like I'm in control. I like it but equally the quietness is some what eerie.
I resist cumming as I know I feel this is the right thing to do, instead I continue to pleasure myself, I squeeze my nipples and pull them how I like it, I lock eyes with the salt and pepper guy, he stares back but his expression doesn't change, he looks bored, uninterested and thoroughly pissed off.
At last the silence is broken, a phone starts to ring, salt and peeper guy answers it and I hear 'No she hasn't, yeah pretty crap, nope not at all, yes boring, nope, OK, yeah, yeah sure'.
Master is that you I desperately want to cry out but know I mustn't. Nothing is said for a little while but the atmosphere suddenly drops and feels dark. I stop playing and cover myself up with my coat, I know it's a silly thing to do but I feel too vulnerable and feel like I need to protect myself.
The nearest guy starts to laugh and whispers something to the other guy and I see him being passed a bag from the front passenger. I'm told to close my eyes and to not say a word, I really don't like this but the excitement of not knowing what they have planned is quite over whelming. I close my eyes but don't release the grip of my coat. A dirty piss smelling hessian bag is put over my head, it has a few holes so I can at least get a bit of fresh air but it stinks so bad, so very bad. It makes me urge and I can feel the vomit rising to my throat, I swallow it back down. I know if I vomit they won't take the bag off and I'll be left with that and the stench of piss.
My coat is ripped open and I'm left lying in the van cold and wet but thrilled at what's coming next. I know I'll be safe and I know master will have thought of everything. It's quite a long time before he van comes to a stop. I'm hoping we are back at my flat, but of course we're not. My pussy starts to tingle at the thought of what is going to happen. I hear the side door open, still no one has touched me, or said anything to me, am I not even worthy of a slap now or at the very least some verbal abuse, I feel sad and worse than when I'm being used as a whore.
