Exes Wide Shut Party “I think this is our invitation for th..

Exes Wide Shut Party “I think this is our invitation for the slave party, do you remember it?” I heard my owner chime as he walked into the room with our mail in hand. His eyes trailed in interest, making me lean my head forward to take a peek. “I remember! I’m really excited, it’s two weeks away, isn’t it?” With a soft nod, Sir placed the fancy envelope in my hands and sat down on the couch as I read the paper held inside. My heart thumped excitedly as I remembered the grand dungeon that we got to play in occasionally. It was run by a very experienced Master who we’d known for many years. He never failed to make a good event and choose the right people to attend. With this letter, we were receiving a formal invitation, Master and slave. There was also a very kind personal message for us both and below it, the rules and instructions for the night. My eyes quickly glossed over the guidelines for the Masters, before falling eagerly to the directives for the slaves. I bit my lip. “All slave girls must follow the rules of O.” “Slaves are never allowed to close their legs.” “Slaves are not allowed to use furniture.” “Knowledge of all basic commands is required.” I could feel my pussy pulse in anticipation when I read the final rule. “All slaves are free to use by every Master”. A large smile spread across my face at the notice stating that the men were required to wear masks for anonymity. I licked my lips before absentmindedly clamping my teeth over them as I felt the wetness threatening to push past my aching pussy. Objectification was one of my favorite kinks and not knowing who was going to be using me for their pleasure made me desperately eager. The days lingered by and with each one that passed I was getting hornier simply by the thought of being presented to all the men and being at their will for an entire night. Whatever they wanted, my only answer was going to be yes. Whether it was to fetch a drink, to be punished for misbehavior, or simply if they decided to use any of my holes. As the date of the party got closer, I was being trained to make sure that I understood the rules and positions. We were making sure I would not shame my owner. “Keep your legs open, I won’t say it again.” Sir spread my thighs forcefully with his foot and spanked me hard on both my cheeks, which were already blazing red from being corrected many times. “Yes, Sir.” Despite my whimpering, wetness ran down my legs and a fire was building in my belly from wanting to be filled. “Spread your holes for me,” he commanded softly. I could feel his eyes on my quivering body. My own eyes were squeezed shut as I tried to hold myself up in the position longer. Planting my face on the floor and reaching my hands back, I found relief in this form. A hard breath blew past my lips. Before I could even understand what was happening, I could feel my ass being filled. My eyes flew wide open and I tried not to yelp as my owner’s hips slapped against my sore skin. I gripped onto my thighs as he pounded into my hole. Sir pushed my head against the floor and fucked me roughly until I could feel his hot cum shooting deep inside. “You will not cum tonight.” My owner slowly pulled himself out of me, ignoring my dripping cunt and desperate sigh, leaving me silently begging for more. When the night came, I was dripping in anticipation until we arrived at the dungeon. “Welcome, it’s nice to see you two again.” The familiar voice of the dungeon Master behind his mask made me grin, I wondered if he would be using me for his pleasure too. My owner acknowledged him and they engaged in conversation while my mind trailed eagerly to the idea of having multiple orgasms this night. “All slaves will be meeting in the basement to prepare for tonight’s event.” My owner nodded his head and allowed me to walk away. In the basement, my eyes immediately narrowed in lust. All the slaves were breathtakingly beautiful, as expected. I wondered which one my owner would choose to play with for the night, if he could only pick one. We were all stripped down to our heels. My eyes trailed down the back of each woman, admiring their assets and praying that a Master would allow me to play with at least one slave. Each girl was placed in ankle cuffs and a cape. My mind constantly wondered when we would be allowed to join the party and begin to be useful. After what felt like an eternity, a house slave came downstairs and informed us that the Masters were on the upper floor being served by the house maids. She said that every girl would be called in separately. “The slave has to alongside all the Masters while her owner appraises her skills and gives notice of what she is not best at.” The house slave puckered her lips as she tried to remember the rest of the message and I couldn’t help but notice how sexy that looked on her. Finally, she let us know that we may be punished for our behavior and that our owners would announce how we should be punished and the limits that we had. Immediately after, the first slave was called to be presented. When she disappeared up the stairs, we all began to get nervous, though the eagerness was just as great. Time ticked by as one girl after the other was called, until it finally was my turn to go upstairs. My heels clicked against the steps and I immediately noticed that there was no chatter in the room. My skin prickled in goosebumps when all eyes fell on me; there were so many men watching me hungrily. I licked my lips and allowed the house maid to remove my cape. She revealed my body and almost instantly I could feel my nipples tighten against warm air. Without thinking, I advanced to my Sir who was standing in the middle of the room. Still there was only silence amongst the spectators. Realization hit me as it sank in that I was completely naked in front of all these men who were more than eager to test me out. “Get on all fours.” My owner ordered me to take several positions that showed off both my holes while he appraised my blowjob skills and big, firm ass. I was not allowed to move while he proceeded to smack my ass and spread my cheeks in order to allow everyone a good view. After my introduction, I was leashed and slowly guided along the line of men. My eyes took note of all the cocks that threatened to pop out of their uniformed trousers. The men took their turns grabbing and testing the flesh that they were going to be using. There was a sense of pride knowing that they were ready to start using this fuckdoll. I was dripping from my cunt as every hole was touched and my ass was smacked. After some thinking, my owner decided to first lock me into a heavy bondage device. He wanted to offer all the gentlemen my firm ass and tight holes. After all, this is why I go to the gym so often and endure so much training. I am my owners’ prized fuckdoll. My legs were fixed over my head while I laid on my back with my hands placed below me. I was completely unable to deny access to both of my holes if someone wanted to fuck them. This position was extremely restrictive and offering at the same time. I could tell all the Masters who waited to use me were more than appreciative of Sir making this decision. As the first two gentlemen fucked me hard, my owner stayed and gave instructions on how to use his fuckdoll properly. Shortly after, he asked the last Master who was using my holes to inform the next gentleman how to use me properly. After they made sure the instructions were clear, there was a short conversation about how tight my holes were and how wet this slut was. I was more than thrilled to hear this, cunt becoming even more wet in satisfaction. My moans mixed into the air with the other slaves that were being fucked. In this position I was used for quite some time and by various Masters until my owner came back to check on me. My eyes were shut as my asshole was being pounded into and my cunt was being fingered. I couldn’t see my Sir but I could tell he was deeply satisfied in seeing that his fuckdoll was being properly fucked. I glanced over to look at my owner, who was already watching me, all while a beautiful slave was eagerly sucking his cock. After a while, Sir decided to release me. I was allowed to take a short break in the gentleman’s lounge. My break consisted of serving drinks and sucking painfully hard cocks under the bar or between the legs of any Master that waited in the sitting area. For every error that I made, a tiny card was clipped on my collar stating the punishment that I was going to receive. Nervousness settled in as I couldn’t tell which punishments I was being ordered. Pensively, I walked to my owner who glanced at the cards and sighed. “Those are a lot of punishments,” he commented thoughtfully. I nodded silently, waiting for him to finish his thoughts. “Very well, then. You are to go back to those men that corrected you and ask them to administer your punishments.” “Yes, Sir.” With that, he sent me away. I was as excited as I was nervous to ask these anonymous Masters to educate and punish me. The evening continued in the manner of me serving these Masters and being punished when needed. My owner watched from afar, making me both eager and fidgety as I didn’t want to shame him any further. Soon after, I was locked into another heavy bondage device that allowed my throat to be fucked while my ass was being spanked and flogged. That night couldn’t have been any more of a fantastic one. When we finally drove back to the hotel, I was full of bliss and my body was so satisfied, my legs were trembling and I could hardly walk. https://onlyfans.com/artigs-education