An evening with Dommes

This is an excerpt from a joint writing venture, this is what I wrote…

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It is dinner time. I am told to go clean up and make sure my holes are ready for use. I make my way to the appointed bathroom. Taking care to lotion areas that need it for future use, and also properly cleaning all holes. I take a moment to reflect on all that has happened since my arrival. Then realize that I need not dwell on it, Sir will let me process at home with him. I quickly finish up and report to the dining room.

The table is set for the Dommes. Sir is seated at the head of the table. I am told to get on the table and to not disturb the dishes. I climb up and lay down as instructed. My ankles are cuffed and chain to each side of the table, my hands have the same done to them. I am now spread eagle naked on a dining table. I look up at Sir searching for support. He looks on with interest.

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Nipple clamps are attached and they are connected to a ring far above my head with a very long chain. One chain flows to one side of the table and the other to the other side of the table thus allowing for people to pull on each nipple and see my entire breast rise.

A large butt plug is inserted at this same time. The resistance of my ass is no match for the Domme putting it in.

I hear a cart being rolled into the room. I assume its food. It is a fucking machine. The machine is turned onto the lowest setting and put in my pussy that is already sore but still greedy.

I am instructed to no cum until after dessert and only upon say so. The machine is on a remote and they take turns passing the remote adjusting the speed and if it goes in a circle or straight in and out.

Sir looks down with pride at how well I am handling my embarrassment and willing submitting to their will and his. As I lay there spread eagle being driven made by a machine i idly wonder if I will be permitted to sleep with my Master of will I be given to a Domme, this thought chills me. I only want to wake next to Sir, I am his. I chant to myself that I am his and I belong to Sir. This does the trick and I enter my space. I surrender to the events hoping beyond hope this pleases Sir.

As the main course arrives I am squirming and so very wet, it is dripping down my pussy. I have managed to control my orgasms and not let loose thankfully. That is when they start making a game of pulling on my nipple chains. I only vaguely hear it as i am going deeper into my zone.

As dessert arrives I am begging to cum. I am denied and told not to ask again. I am positively shuddering with need. Sweat is pouring off me despite the chill in the air. I am fighting with all my might. The slow rhythm of the machine is driving me insane especially with the butt plug in.

I ask permission to suck on Sir again but am denied. As dessert closes they ask Sir how many fingers can I take in my pussy? He responds with all 5. They doubt him, so they decide to see.

The machine is pulled away and the first Domme steps up and comments how wet and dripping I am. She pushes 3 fingers in with ease since the machine already had me wide open. As she pushes in the 4th finger she giggles. Then she puts her thumb in and pushes on me so hard I move on the table.

My eyes begin to beg Sir for release. He smiles reassuringly and says I know you can do this. With that encouragement I keep going. The next Domme steps up and puts in her hand and again fucks me so hard i move on the table.

Again my eyes beg for release, again I am denied. The next Domme steps up and fists me again. I am no longer able to hold my orgasm and it explodes everywhere.

The head Domme is disappointed and prepares to flog me for my lack of control. I lay there hoping I can hold my cum during the flogging as I normally cum during a flogging especially if it hits my greedy pussy.

I am told to cum as much as I like during the flogging. I cum pretty much for the entire flogging due to pent up need and the arousal of my clit and pussy.

After she is done all Dommes are allowed their turn to flog me. I continue to cum and cum with each of them. Some of them are surprised, Sir states she is a cum slut and loves to cum and swallow his cum.

After they are all done I am told to put on my heels. I do as I am told. They put on cuffs and chains on my ankles and then tell me to put on my leather collar from Sir. I do with tremendous pride.

Then I am told to clean the table starting with my cum mess. I do so quickly and quietly as the Dommes and Sir retire to the living room.

When done I stand at the door of the living room. Sir sees me and informs the ladies that he is going to bed for the evening and will be taking me with him. I chance a glance up and give him a thankful shy smile.

He leads me down the hall and when we arrive to the bedroom he takes off my ankle chains asks if I want to soak in a tub of warm water with him. I hug him fervently and follow him to the bathroom.

He washes me, every inch of me. I lay limp against the side of the tub. When he is done we go to the bedroom and climb in, I lay next to him grateful for his care and protection.

The next morning as daylight starting shining through the windows Sir and sassy began to wake. Sassy’s mind was a whirling dervish of thoughts. Sensing the tension Sir rolls sassy over and looks deep in my eyes and plays with a wisp of hair half laying on me, enveloping me in his scent and the smooth of his skins, the softness of his hair all create a space that I cannot ever be full. The intensity of his eyes tells me I am not getting away with a non-response so the full truth must come out, no matter how hard nor how much it makes me feel and seem weak.

I look down and ask in the most polite and contrite manner I am able muster with this whirling mind of mine. I finally ask, why did you loan me out to other Dommes? Sir keeps looking at me, knowing there is more to the question that what is stated. He knows me so well! He strokes my face and lean into the touch craving more. Tears spring, and I ask, are you unhappy with me, have I let you down, are you considering dismissing me?

Sir looks down with warmth and compassion still stroking my face and wiping the tears that are streaming. He leans in and kisses me deeply. He says Oh sassy, I am not dismissing you, I am pushing your boundaries.

I ask then why I have I had so little contact with you? Why am I am not allowed to wear my collar for the entire time? I am yours and do not wish to be anyone else’s.

Sir kisses me again, and says that was the agreement he made with the head Mistress. I nod, not liking it at all. Again sensing my unease he asks if it would be easier if I were allowed to wear my collar? I wrap my arms around his muscular neck and say emphatically yes please. He traces my neck with his tongue and puts on my collar.

After it is secure he states he will let the head Mistress know of the change. I smile and say thank you very much Sir.

Sir says as for not being with me much this is the point of the weekend is to test boundaries for both of us. I nod, tears spring anew.

Sir, I ask, is there one thing that could be always reserved for us? Like kissing or anal or something. Sir smiles and kinda chuckles softly. Sassy we will reserve kissing for just us.

Sir swats my behind and says now I want you. I am elated beyond all possible expression. I scamper out of bed and stand then bend over and spread my ass wide for use.

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This is the end of what I wrote

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