Summer Barbeque

 

 

 

A Summer Barbeque

 

By Silk

 

 

            We had met in early February the year before, while playing an MMORPG.  For those who don’t know what this is, it’s an online fantasy game where there are monsters to be slain, evil to overcome, and roles to be played.  I was a healer, having always found it in my heart to restore others to health.  I didn’t realize the extent of my desire to please until I met Master C as he played his rogue.  Like all rogues who meet a nice woman, he set about stealing what meant most to her. 

            We flirted at first, and I noticed all those things that I had always admired in a man.  He was a natural leader, which I had always found very important.  He didn’t mind behaving like an asshole, when he needed to mete out discipline or set limits.  I never found his justice cruel or unkind, though it was exacting.  He did not take anything from anyone, disliked drama in the game which might ruin other players’ enjoyment and worked very hard to balance his life at home, his work, and his play time on the game. 

            As we began to get to know each other, he revealed to me that he preferred to be dominant in a relationship and I told him that I was often too submissive which was why my relationships had not worked out in the past.  It was not long, however, before I put together what he did not tell me.  I understood that he was a Dom looking to see if I had what it took to be his sub.  I had explored the periphery of that world once, about eight years previously, but had not gotten involved with it.  I shared with him my fantasy of being tied and pleasured, my need to please, and my budding understanding that I was a sub.  He took things from there.  He slowly began to train me, pushing me gently to explore new ideas and new feelings.  This was all with role playing.  While he pressured me to find the slut that I was inside myself, he never pushed me farther or faster than I was willing to go.  However, something happened, that broke me apart, and showed him where his true power and enjoyment lay at the same time.

            Before I would enter a relationship with him, I asked him one simple question.  Are you in a relationship?  His answer was that he was not.  I was shocked to find out four months later that he had been in a Dom/sub relationship for years, though the woman he enjoyed was only his sub on a part time basis.  She did not wear his collar, nor was she at his beck and call.  Still, I was crushed.  I was angry.  I lost my temper and more.  I told him it was her or me, that I would NOT play second to another woman in his life.  It was then that the true power struggle began.  It was then that I tested every limit I could and said many horrible and terrible things to him.  Most of what caused me to go to that place was that he backed off from being my Master when he chose me over that other woman.  He chose me.  He knew how much we shared.  But, at the same time, he was the Master.  I should allow him to make the choices, to decide what is best for us, and to accept every one of his choices without question.  He stopped disciplining me, he stopped directing me, he stopped talking to me and I could not, for all I screamed, get him to say anything to me in anger.  He knew he had done something that he could be considered at fault for, but it was something he wanted to do, and he did not regret that.  I wanted to find true remorse in him and never did.  All I found was that he was angry at me for stopping his play.

            I left the MMORPG where we had always played.  I could not be there without being rude to him.  I could not see him there without my heart being torn apart because he had rejected me because I was not submissive to his every desire.  You see, I finally had begun to understand him.  He never told me, until after I told him that I knew of his need.  But, Master C needed to have whatever partner he chose, when he chose to have her.  What’s more, he finally admitted to me, he needed to have me accept that about him or we could not continue.

            Through all of this, Master C held firm to himself.  He never struck me, though he had cause.  He never raised his voice.  He was always civil to me.  And, he never told me that he would release me from my vow of service to him.  He simply made himself unavailable to me and let me suffer both that humiliation, and that heartache.  I have never been that lost in my entire life.

            Finally, after all my anger had worn out, after all of my fears had come to me and tormented my dreams, after I had stopped eating for weeks, and admitted to myself that I needed him to control me, I went to Master C.  Slowly, but meekly, I settled down on my knees before him and bowed my head.

            “Master, this unworthy slut has been bad.  She has not put your needs above her own.  Please forgive her.”  He said nothing but I needed him to hear my plea.  I needed him to know how lost I had been.  “Master, I will do anything you want.  Please!  Please, Master, just tell me what to do.”

            My begging brought a hint of a smile to his face.  I know I had hurt him, as he had hurt me.  Had we enjoyed a vanilla relationship, I would have walked away from him, cursing, and never looked back.  It took time to rebuild what we had enjoyed.  It took time for us both to explore what we truly needed and wanted in a relationship.  It took time for me to truly learn what it meant to be a sub, to enslave myself willingly to my Master, to devote my entire being to pleasing him.  We both learned about ourselves.  We both found that what excited us both was pushing limits.  I had many hard and fast limits and he pushed every one.  He never gave me a safe word to use.  Never.

            That doesn’t mean we didn’t talk about everything.  We did.  We were both very intelligent professionals.  I owned my own business as a horse trainer, had raised two children to adulthood as a single parent, and was finally returning to school for my doctorate in animal behavior.  He also owned his own business as a consultant in the computer industry.  We were both mature adults who were exploring our deepest desires and fantasies.  We wanted to please each other with every submission asked and given.  I told him repeatedly of those things I had never done, never wanted to do, and he pushed the boundaries through visualization and role play.  I found it very exciting. 

            He finally put a collar on my neck, and we began sharing more.  I began sleeping in his bed, his hand firmly on my leash.  I would often suck his cock as he drifted off to sleep.  Finally, I moved in with him completely, bringing my four poster bed (I didn’t know when I bought it how much pleasure it would bring me or exactly WHY I had wanted a four poster bed), my mother’s china, and all of those things collected in a lifetime.  Our possessions mixed well.  I was happy to follow his wishes, keep his house, vacuum, clean, cook, even wander the house naked when he desired it.  I did not wear his ring, something I once thought important.  I wore his collar, something I had come to understand was far more important to me.

            It was almost a month after I had moved in with him that he told me he had invited some friends over for a barbeque.  He kissed me softly and looked into my eyes when he asked me if I could plan a menu and make arrangements for ten people for Saturday afternoon.  The twinkle in his eye should have warned me that he had plans for that day beyond a simple barbeque, but until this time, all of our games had been private role playing.

            The house was perfect.  I had even mowed the grass and weeded around the rose bushes that I had begged to plant.  I made a large potato salad, from my own recipe, cut meat to marinade for Sate, and put together other, simple menu items.  I had a cooler filled with liquid refreshment, and put the extra leaf in the kitchen table.  Master C came to look at all of my preparations and smiled.  He hugged me close, making me feel like I had done well.  He nibbled my ear lightly, then whispered, “Let’s just eat from TV trays in the living room.  It will be less formal, what do you think?”

            I could hardly deny a request that simple, especially made in that manner.  So I leaned into his arms, and nodded before whispering back, “As you wish, Master.”

            I was so busy cooking and preparing for our guests, that I didn’t notice when Master C went and changed.  I did notice when he came to me and slipped a strap around each wrist with large metal D-rings attached.  The straps matched my collar, and we had played with them a couple of times before.  I looked at him curiously but was not too concerned until the doorbell rang.

            “Be a good slut and go get me some paper bags.  Meet me at the door.”  Master C, turned towards the front door, dismissing me completely.

            I looked at my wrists, felt for the collar on my neck.  I heard him greet the first of our guests for the afternoon.  He couldn’t mean for our secret to be revealed, could he?  I mean, he didn’t ask me to dress like a slut or anything.  I was wearing jeans and a loose silk shirt.  When I asked, he had told me to dress comfortably.  Panic rose inside me, yet, I wanted to please him.  If he wanted the others to see me with these heavy leather straps on my neck and wrists, then they would see me that way.  It wasn’t a big deal; people were wearing collars all the time these days.  I hurried to the pantry to get the paper bags he had asked for.

            When I got to the foyer, he had already invited the first couple into the house.  He was shaking hands with a tall man I hadn’t met before.  I smiled at the woman, trying to welcome her without interrupting the men’s conversation.  She saw the bags in my hand, and reached out, taking one from my fingers.  It was then that I noticed she wore a red leather collar around her neck. 

            “Ahh good, anticipating me again, Michelle.  Dance for me while you take your clothes off, then put them in the bag.”  The tall man had a deep voice and a commanding presence.  I was a bit intimidated by him.

            “Yes Master.”  Michelle started dancing, touching herself sensually as she began pulling first her blouse, then her shorts from her body.  She bent over, shaking her rear end at both men as she unbuckled her high-heeled sandals.  She was enjoying teasing them and giving them a show.  I stood silently watching in horror.  She took everything off except her red collar and the harness it was attached to.  I had seen pictures of harnesses like the one she wore, and I’m afraid I may have stared a bit at the way the red leather was tight around her breasts, holding them yet not covering them.  A clamp was fastened to each nipple, with chains attached to the red leather harness.

            I looked at my Master, my mouth hanging open.  Master C simply smiled at me, the twinkle in his eye bright as he watched my expression.  It was then that I realized the other man was staring at my expression as well.  “Silk, I want you to meet Master S and Michelle.”

            I looked at the man again, and the naked woman.  Silk was his play name for me.  He never called me that name in public.  I felt like I should run and hide, I wanted to disappear.  I couldn’t do this.  I couldn’t face what he would surely ask of me.  Instead, I smiled.  “It is nice to meet you Sir,” I whispered, not sure if I should talk or not.

            “Good girl.  Now, take Michelle into the kitchen.  She can help you with some of the cooking while we wait for our other guests.”  Master C was already moving to show Master S into the house. 

            I stood there a moment, several more paper bags in my hand.  Michelle looked at me and stifled a laugh.  She waited until the men went into the other room.  “New to this, are you Silk?  I wondered what the big deal was today.  But, Master never tells me, which is half the excitement!”  She took the bags from my hand and opened them.  Carefully, she set them on the floor next to the bag in which she had put her clothes.  Then she took my hand.  “Come on, where is the kitchen?”

            I stood there mutely.  This naked woman had taken my hand!  I struggled not to jerk my hand out of her grip.  I was in over my head and knew it.  But, Master had never given me a safe word, and I certainly didn’t know how to try to get one now.  Finally, I led her to the kitchen.

            Michelle was cutting vegetables for a tossed salad while I began skewering meat for the sate.  The men could see us both from where they lounged in the living room.  I looked up once and realized they were both staring at me, my Master’s face filled with pride.  Michelle wiped her hands on a dish towel, and then put one on my shoulder.  “It will be okay, really it will.”

            I wasn’t so sure, and found that I had no voice with which to answer her.  All I could do was continue to work, aware that I still wore all of my clothes, and she wore none.  It wasn’t long until others began to arrive.  I thought about taking my shoes off, but found I lost all will of my own.  I could not embarrass Master by doing something he would not approve.  Surely he would tell me if I were supposed to do something.  He wanted me to cook, so I cooked.  And when the others came to the door, I joined him in welcoming our new guests.

            So it was that I met Master R and Jamilla, then Master K and Renee.  Jamilla was told to play with her nipples when she stripped.  She had pierced nipples, and piercings in her pussy.  I couldn’t look, yet I couldn’t look away.  I felt like I was in a train wreck, the pain was coming soon, and I kept waiting.  Renee’s master was not as imaginative.  He simply asked her to strip.  Then, when she wasn’t moving fast enough to please him, he swatted her soundly on her rear end.  When he did that, she bent over further, presenting her behind to him so he swatted her a couple more times, leaving both cheeks red.  After each arrival, I was sent back to the kitchen while the men sipped beer and watched my reaction from the living room.

            I had skewered eight pounds of beef, had tossed salad, potato salad, and bread rising in the oven.  There were chips and dip, and I opened another bottle of beer for my Master as I checked to see that everything was ready.  I noticed the other women happily serving their masters as well.  I started the barbeque, thankful that I still had my clothes as I walked in and out of the kitchen preparing to cook the meat.  Finally, I was beginning to relax a bit.  I couldn’t relax enough to sip on wine or beer like the other subs who were happily chatting with each other.  Their conversation was very quiet, almost in whispers, all acutely aware of the power of the men in the other room.

The doorbell rang for the last time while I was outside checking the coals.  I hurried through the kitchen and into the foyer.  This time, Master C was greeting two women and welcoming them inside.  The shorter woman was introduced as Mistress A, and her sub was Sharon.  I thought it odd that Sharon was almost two inches taller than Mistress A, but it was still very obvious to me which one was in charge.  Sharon wore an understated collar, more like a kitten’s collar when compared to mine.  She was allowed to keep her glasses on when told to strip, but, like the others, she complied with a smile.  I took her to the kitchen and introduced her to the other women.  Sharon hugged Michelle and Renee.  Apparently, they knew each other, and the three moved off by themselves a bit, catching up on news while I began putting the sate on the barbeque.

“Silk.”  Master’s summons was not loud.  It did not need to be.  My heart did a summersault in my chest, and my breath caught in my lungs.  That was not a tone to ignore.  That was his Master’s tone and I knew it was time.  I wiped my fingers hastily on a dish towel as I hurried through the kitchen to Master C.

Again, everyone was staring at me.  The other subs had walked into the room behind me.  I approached my Master, and without thinking, kneeled before him.  It was his command when he used that tone of voice, and I did not need to consider that action before presenting myself to him.  “At your service, Master.” 

This was often how our play sessions would begin.  He would summon me by my play name and I became mush inside.  I wanted so desperately to make him happy.  I enjoyed the many places he took me.  But this was different.  There were eight strangers watching!  There were eight pairs of eyes focused on my trembling hands, watching my expressions and my body language.

Yet, I felt myself get wet in response to his summons.  I felt the deep desire within me to do as he asked.  War must have raged across my face as I kneeled there, nearly motionless.  He was going to do it; he was going to ask me to strip before all these strangers.  All of our play had been about pushing.  He was pushing me again.  No longer could I be the shy, submissive woman who stood in the dark corners of a party.  He had seen me command 1500 pound horses to do as I bid, to think, to step, to react as I chose; and now he pushed me to give him as much power.  I made my horses love me so much that they overcame their base instincts in order to please me.  They learned to heed the slightest touch of calf or thigh, to rebalance all of their energy as I shifted my weight, to let my brain think for their bodies.  The horses yielded to me their very souls.

And right about now I wasn’t sure what to do. 

Part of me desperately wanted to be the wild horse that kicked down the walls of his stall, staring defiantly into the eyes of anyone attempting to tame him.  Part of me desperately wanted to be the mythical unicorn, something I found very akin to the horse, and lay my head in the lap of someone I loved and to surrender to him all of the power and magic within me.

I felt Master’s fingers on my chin.  He lifted my head until I looked directly into his eyes.  He must have spoken to me, but the pounding in my ears as blood surged through me, prevented me from hearing him.  He wasn’t angry, but his face had the look that I had come to know as his command presence.  He wasn’t going to let me back out of this. 

Before I realized what he was about to do, he reached out with his other hand and snapped my leash on to my collar.  “Now, Silk, show everyone what a beautiful slut you are.  Take off your clothes.”

I sat back on my heels, my Master’s face still close enough to touch as he leaned towards me.  He held my leash firmly, but without tugging on it at all.  I began to unbutton my blouse, slowly.  The scent of hickory smoke drifted in on the breeze as the barbeque continued to cook the meat I had just put on.  I realized with a start that I couldn’t let the meat burn!

My fingers trembled with each button, but I pulled my silk blouse off and let it drop to the floor.  There was no paper bag here for me to store my clothes in.  I reached down and began to unzip my jeans.  I would have to stand to take them off.  I rolled on to my ass, bringing my feet in front of me and took off my tennis shoes.  As was my habit, I did not stop to untie them, just slid them off and set them, then my socks, near my blouse.  I stood, finally and began pulling off my jeans.  I dropped them on the floor near my blouse as well.  The breeze blew in through the open windows, filling the room with the scent of hickory and sizzling beef.  It stirred my hair slightly and tickled my skin as I stood there in my underclothes. 

I was embarrassed.  My face was red.  I didn’t even wear a bikini any more.  I mean, I was fit enough, I suppose.  Hours of riding horses every day tended to keep one quite firm.  But, I was older and had a mature woman’s roundness as well.  Besides that, I had lost a few battles with horses over the years.  I had other health issues as well, and I had many scars.  I had a scar on my abdomen from my son’s birth and another from a gall bladder surgery.  I had scars on both ankles, my right knee, on my neck and along my backbone from repairing damage done to my cervical and lumbar spine.  I was ugly, at least to my mind.  And Master was asking me to show everyone how ugly I was.  Yet, somehow, I knew, that’s not what this was about, either.  He was showing me off, but never once had he ever made me feel that he thought I was ugly.

I heard him sigh gustily.  He pulled me forward with a light tug on my leash and placed both hands firmly on my hips.  In a moment, he whirled me around, pulling my panties down to my ankles before I could think, much less react.  Without thought, my hands moved in front of me, covering my pussy as if that could hide the truth of my nakedness.  However, he was behind me, and in one quick movement, he had unhooked my bra as well.  He turned me around to face him again, tugging slightly on my leash.  “Slut, don’t make me undress you again.”  He pointed to the clothes on the floor.  “Take care of those, and don’t let our dinner burn!”  He unclipped the leash from my collar and I stepped out of my panties.  I gathered up the clothes and shoes from the floor and pulled my bra the rest of the way off.  I ran from the room, towards our bedroom and threw my clothes on my dressing chair next to the bed.  I stopped a moment, and looked at myself in the mirror, realizing that tears had run down my cheeks, marked by lines where the mascara had run.  I took a moment, repaired my make-up, brushed my hair, and hurried back to the kitchen.

I grabbed the platter and tongs from the kitchen and started towards the door to the backyard when I realized that I had to go out there naked.  There was no help for it.  We lived in a neighborhood where everyone had dogs.  Most had raised good fences, solid fences, to mark their property lines and keep their dogs in their yards.  Our house enjoyed a five foot wooden fence around the yard.  At least children wouldn’t see if they looked.  I stepped boldly to the yard and began checking the sate.  It was cooking well and I flipped it over, letting the other side sear and the hickory smoke cook the meat before putting it on the platter and heading back to the house.

Michelle was taking the bread from the oven and whispered, “See, it’s not so bad.  You might even enjoy this.”

We finished putting the food, buffet style, on the kitchen table.  I walked as boldly as I could to the living room.  “Dinner is ready, Master.”

“Finally,” Master S smiled appreciatively and called for Michelle.  The others called for their subs as well.  Each sub went before her master and kneeled.  With a start, I realized I was the only one standing and went to Master C and kneeled before him. 

Master smiled at me, that special smile that meant I had pleased him somehow.  I let that joy fill me and push me into that submissive place inside me that I so enjoyed.  “Now, slut, fix me a plate and come sit beside me.  Oh, and bring yourself something to drink.”

I was a bit confused.  He hadn’t told me to fix food for myself, but when he told me to plan the dinner, he told me to plan for ten.  Still, the other women were filling only one dish each.  So, I chose all the foods I knew my master liked the best.  I gave him healthy portions, not wanting to displease him by skimping on his meal.  I picked up a Coke for me something more for him to drink from the cooler as well and walked demurely back to him.  I presented his food to him with a flourish.  He accepted the plate, and his drink and his smile made me feel once more like I was walking on air.  I moved to sit beside him on the sofa, then hesitated a moment.  The wooden TV tray was on his left, so I sat on his right, on the floor, at his feet.

I felt his hand on my head, stroking my hair softly.  I felt the snick as he snapped the leash back on my collar.  Suddenly, I felt much better.  I leaned against his leg while he ate, and in a moment, he handed me a bamboo skewer with sate.  I sat, unsure, but realized the other girls were also receiving food from their master’s plates.  I sat there, like a good slut, and ate what was offered.  I did not talk, and really, I couldn’t listen to what they said, until I realized the conversation turned to me.

“Yes, her training has come along nicely,” Master C smiled and stroked my head absently. 

“She seems to listen to you some, but it doesn’t seem to me she’s obedient when it matters,” Master S reached down and tugged on one of the chains which was attached to Michelle’s nipple clamp.  She writhed appreciatively in response.

“You’re right S, Silk doesn’t seem like her heart is really into serving her master.”  Master R laughed as he motioned to me with an empty bamboo skewer.  “She’s still trying to hide, you know.”

“Maybe you should make her dance for us C.  Let’s see what she has in her,” Mistress A had a high pitched laugh that was more of a giggle.

“I have a better idea.”  Master C tugged lightly on my collar.  “Silk, be the slut you are and unzip my pants.  Show everyone how good you are at sucking my cock.”

I felt the blood drain from my face, but at the same time, I enjoyed sucking my master’s cock and was very good at pleasing him.  I could keep him balanced right on the edge, ready to cum for quite a while, heightening his pleasure.  I felt him pull my leash, his hand firmly on my shoulder.  “Come slut, Master gave you an order.  You will do as you’re told.”

Master pushed his hips forward on the sofa and leaned back.  I unzipped his pants only to find he was not wearing underwear.  I took out his already hard cock and began to lick it.  I licked his balls tenderly, teasingly, aware that my ass was sticking out towards everyone else in the room.  But I focused only on pleasing my master.  I wanted Master to be happy with me.  If he wanted me to suck his cock after dinner, then I would suck his cock.  I used every trick I knew, every nuance that I knew brought him pleasure.  It wasn’t about sucking hard and fast, it was about finding those places on each man that brought him the highest arousal, the most pleasure.  I was peripherally aware that they were all still talking, when I felt Master get very close.  I held him there, not letting him cum, not letting the pleasure down.  Finally, he pushed my head down on his hard cock, fucking my mouth as he came.  I swallowed his cum, frowning slightly.  I always felt like cum wriggled inside me going down and hated swallowing it.  I licked my lips slightly, afraid to wipe my mouth against my arm or to show that any of that bothered me.  I smiled as best I could and looked into Master’s face.

“Good girl.  You’ll be going clockwise around the room now slut.  We want to see which of you is best.”  I looked around and saw that the other subs had each been sucking and licking their masters as well.  “You are the best slut, now aren’t you?”  He smiled at me possessively and kissed my lips tenderly.  “We know you are, go prove it.  We have a special prize for the winning slut.”

I wanted to object, I wanted to crawl into a hole.  But the way he looked at me, how could I refuse him?  Once I had questioned his authority over me.  Once I had yelled at him, screamed at him, all but told him he was an asshole who had no right to tell me to do anything.  But, I had given him that right.  I had crawled to him time and again.  I accepted his collar on my neck and in return, I gave him my submission.  I gave him my obedience.  I gave him my love.  If he asked this of me, then I would give it and more.

“Yes Master, as you wish Master.”  How those words came out of my mouth, I’ll never know.  Tears streamed down my face.  I wanted him to call me back, to tell me it was a joke, a test.  I had never had sex of any kind outside of a relationship.  Back in my vanilla life, I had never even looked at porn.  Now, I was nothing more than his slut, his sex toy to be shared at his whim.

And his whim was that I go suck Master K’s cock right now.  So, I sat momentarily then glanced down at my leash.  I couldn’t go while he held me so, but I also could not disobey him.  He knew, as long as he held my leash, I was powerless to deny him anything.  Yet, this was part of the bet as well.  They, apparently, didn’t think I would pleasure anyone else.  Master C looked into my eyes as he unsnapped my leash.  I gave him a look few could have interpreted.  Master knew me well enough to know that I had accepted the challenge on his behalf.  I didn’t like to lose.  Part of being a horse trainer, and a damn good one, was that I was very competitive.  He saw me put on my game face, the one reserved for horse shows where I had to ride a hard test.  He had seen it once, when I first donned top hat and tails and took my big mare to her first Prix St. Georges dressage test.  I rode against some of the top riders in the country, and placed well enough, considering it was my first test of that level as well.  Finally I raised my eyebrows, smiled, and steeled myself for what was to come.  Besides, Michelle might have been right.  Everything just might be okay.

I moved in front of Master K and kneeled before him.  I raised my head up and licked my lips as I stared at his fairly limp cock.  “May I suck your cock, Sir?” I asked him as demurely as I could.

Master K laughed, deep in his chest.  “You want to suck my cock, bitch?”  He put one hand on each shoulder and pulled me close to him, almost on to his lap.  “Let me see you.  You’ve hidden all of your best attributes.”

Fear seized me for a moment.  “Turn around slut, and kneel down.”  I turned, and kneeled.  With him behind me, I was very apprehensive.  Master K liked pain, I did not.

“Face on the floor, bitch.  I want to see your pussy.”  I looked over at Master C, wondering if he knew what was going on.  He was watching with interest as Michelle slurped at his cock.  The shock that another woman was touching my Master’s cock rocked through me.  How dare she?  That was MY Master.  It was then that I felt Master K’s fingers ramming into my pussy.  He stuck his thumb in my ass and pinched thumb to fingers and pulled me backwards to him.  I had inadvertently moved away when I felt his fingers in my pussy.  I guess that was the wrong move because his hand pulling me to him was painful.  He was dominating me with pain.  He slapped my ass hard.  “Don’t crawl away from me, whore.”  He slapped me several more times with his free hand.  Each blow stung, burning into my cheek.   A whimper escaped my lips with each blow.  No one had ever beaten me like that, held firmly by that thin skin between my pussy and my ass.  Finally, he rubbed my hot, red ass and withdrew his fingers and thumb.  I felt his hard cock thump against my ass.  He pounded his cock against my ass several times, and all I could do was sit there, clenching my butt cheeks together, hoping he was not planning to do what it seemed.  My master ordered me to suck cock, not to get ass fucked.

“Yes whore, come suck my cock.  You’ll do.”  Master K had leaned back against the cushions in the sofa when I turned around.  My ass hurt, but his cock was no longer limp.  This was going to get tougher with each master, I realized.  The more each came, the harder it would be to arouse them for another orgasm.

I began sucking his cock.  But he was not a man who appreciated finesse.  I used my hands to increase the pressure.  Finally, boldly, I took his hands in mine.  I put one on my breast and one on my ass.  “Sir, please hurt me more.  I am bad, I must be punished.” I whined slightly, noticing that this ploy excited him some.  “Beat my ass, Sir,” I breathed as I began sucking and taking his cock in my mouth as hard and as fast as I could.  I squeezed the base of his cock as hard as I could with one hand, forcing him to stay hard by keeping his cock engorged.  I used my tongue on that sensitive spot, wanting to bite him painfully as he began to truly fuck my mouth hard.  I opened my mouth and tried to relax as his hands gripped my hair and started pumping my face against him.  He thrust his hips hard at me, pushing himself deeper in my mouth, deeper than I had ever taken a cock.  It was then that he began to cum in the back of my throat.  He groaned deeply and balled his fists in my short hair as he came, pulling the hair hard and pushing my face against him.

As he released me, I did my best not to gag.  He had gagged me a couple of times as he pushed, but I had enough control that I didn’t react appreciatively.  I looked up at him, doing my best to smile.  I had gotten him to cum at least.  I felt others would have more trouble.  Master K laughed once again and kissed me soundly and deeply, his tongue probing my mouth forcefully, while squeezing my ass.  “I am such a bad man.”  He slapped my butt hard again and settled himself against the cushions once more.  I looked around the room.  Michelle had not managed to make Master C cum again, though I knew he was close by the look on his face.  I watched as she continued to suck him to orgasm.  It wasn’t a great orgasm for him, but it was an orgasm.  I was really beginning to dislike this game, but more than that, I needed a sip of coke to wash the taste of semen from my mouth.  Twice in one night was more semen than I had ever swallowed.  I picked up my Coke from Master’s TV tray and took a couple of long swallows. 

I looked past Master K to Master R.  He was next in line for me.  I tried not to think about what was next.  I tried not to think that there were five masters to please and after Master R, I had to lick pussy.  I had never touched a woman intimately before.  So, I focused on Master R and kneeled before him.

“May I suck your cock, Sir?”  This was horrible.  I felt so humiliated to have to ask to do something I did not want to do.  I could feel his eyes on me.  I made the mistake of looking into his face and realized he was a very handsome man with green eyes and short, dark hair.  He was the kind of man that I would never have been able to bring myself to talk to had we met on the street.  And the first thing I had really said to him was may I suck your cock!  I was not going to get through this.  I was suddenly afraid to even touch this very fit, very handsome man.

Blood rushed to my cheeks and my eyes dropped from his face.  It didn’t help that when my eyes dropped, I looked at his powerful chest, and then my eyes dropped further to his penis.  Unlike Master K, Master R was already becoming hard.  I didn’t know how many times he had cum, and had to assume that both subs had been successful before me.  What was it they said?  Third time is the charm.  I looked at Master R’s penis and licked my lips.  It wasn’t a huge penis, but it was bent to one side.  Somehow, I’d always thought of fit men as having a huge penis.  His wasn’t long, but it was thick. 

I swallowed noisily and looked up.  I whispered my request to him again.  “Please Sir, may I suck your cock?”

That I was scared must have been obvious to him.  That he had not revealed to me his specific kink was going to make this more of a challenge for me.  Still, he was hard with me kneeling before him.  That had to count for something. 

Master R’s voice was soft, “Mmmhmmm.  That would be nice.”  He stroked his cock with his hand a few times.  I was still very hesitant, but he took my hand in his and put it on his cock.  He helped me stroke him a few times, before leaning back and just watching.  The intensity of his gaze intimidated me.  Yet, I could only think of my Master’s displeasure if I failed him.  I couldn’t do that to him.  I also couldn’t look behind me.  Sharon would be sucking my master’s cock right now.  Part of me wondered if she felt odd sucking a cock when she had chosen to lick her Mistress’s pussy instead. 

Taking a deep breath, I once again began to try to pleasure the man before me.  It’s okay, I told myself.  Master won’t hate you for doing this.  Master won’t think less of you for doing this.  He wants you to do it.  He wants you to win this cock sucking competition.  He’s over there enjoying himself.  And, when all is said and done, he will curl up tonight with his arms around me and no one else!

            I ignored everything but the thick, bent cock before me.  I tickled, I teased, I tasted and tested and found those things that aroused this man.  His balls were shaved, so I spent a lot of extra time caressing them with my tongue.  Finally, when I felt I had teased him well enough to get him fully aroused, I started sucking in earnest.  I wanted this to be over with.  I wanted this man to cum.  I paid special attention to the sensitive spot and ran my tongue around the head of his penis.  I flicked my tongue against the little hole at his tip.  My jaws hurt.  I was getting tired, and still, he hadn’t cum.  But, he was still hard, and I still had a chance so I redoubled my efforts.  I moaned softly as I sucked him.  Finally, I could feel his orgasm building.  His body tensed beneath me and I continued to give him those pleasures which most aroused him.  When he came, he wasn’t completely in my mouth and his cum shot up on to his belly.  I continued to pleasure him in just the same place until I felt his spurts stop.  I sighed and moved to lick his cum from his belly.  One hand stopped me and when I looked up, he shook his head.  With the other hand, he wiped up his cum with a napkin and set it on his empty dinner plate.  He winked at me and smiled.

            “That was very nice, little one.”  He sighed heavily, “Yes, very nice.”

            I nodded mutely, and turned to my next master to service.  Mistress A was sitting, sipping a beer.  I guess I had taken a long time with Master R.  Embarrassed once again, I knelt before Mistress A.  I gulped as I settled on to my knees and bowed my head.  It wouldn’t do for her to see the frown on my face that I felt.  I didn’t even know how to address her, really.  There was only one person I would call Master.  The others, they would get a Sir from me, or their title as part of their name, but not Master.  So, did that mean I couldn’t call her Mistress?

            “Miss, may I lick your pussy?”  At least it didn’t sound too terrible.  Still, her short leather skirt was hiked up and it was obvious the other girls had been licking her before me.  She smiled at me, and said, “Think you’re up to it?”

            Master had me lick my fingers after putting them in my pussy, or lick his cock after he had been in my pussy.  I could certainly do this.  It was nothing different than a tiny cock, right?  All I could do was nod at Mistress A and lean forward.  She spread her legs and leaned back in the chair she was sitting on.  As I leaned forward, I could smell her sex, the juices of her pussy slightly different than mine.  I closed my eyes and tentatively licked at her clit.

            But, a tentative lick wasn’t going to get the job done.  It wouldn’t win the contest, and it wouldn’t make my Master happy.  He had had me visualize being with other women, it was one of his fantasies.  And, of course, I had been licked and sucked in the past so I knew what felt good.  I used my hands and spread her lips more, burrowing my face deeper in her pussy.  All I could think about was that Master promised me this would be worth it.  Then he told me that I would obey him.  The steel in his spine was one thing I adored about him, so I would not disobey.  I would do my best.

            I found myself slurping, licking and sucking, flicking my tongue across her clit, making it a hard button to play with.  I worked on finding how to make her moan and strain her muscles, anything that would tell me she was enjoying what I was doing.  I licked hard, I licked soft.  I brought my finger up and began tickling the rim of her rectum, the lips of her pussy.  I couldn’t bring myself to penetrate her at all with tongue or finger, but I continued to lick her.  Finally, I could feel a change in her breathing, a rigidity in her muscles as her orgasm rose within her.  I sucked on her clit, flicking my tongue against it.  Her legs closed against my head, and still I sucked.  She bucked her hips against me, cumming with loud moans.  I wasn’t sure when to stop licking.  With a man, you stop licking when the semen pulses stop.  But I had no idea when to stop licking her so I continued, and she continued to buck.  Finally, I felt her hands pushing against my head, pushing me backwards.  It was then that I realized she was panting heavily and probably hadn’t been breathing much as she came.

            I sat back on my heels, not sure what to do.  I was a little breathless myself.  I did it.  I licked my first pussy and it didn’t kill me.  I hoped I had made my Master proud of me.  I still wanted to win the contest for him, but I knew that I had no idea how it would be rated or how I fared in the votes.  I was mentally and physically exhausted.  Never in my life had I envisioned a submission like this.  And I still had one more Dom to service.

            I moved in front of Master S and settled on my knees.  I looked up as demurely as I could, though I was beginning to tire of this game.  It was exciting to do as my Master wanted, but I had never been used this way before in my life.  I realized with a start, that my pussy was wet and dripping slightly from all this sucking.  I knew I had always enjoyed pleasuring my partner, but I had thought that had more to do with caring about them as a person.  My body was quite enjoying the fact that I was pleasuring all these people even though I only cared that my Master approved.  “May I suck your cock, Sir?”  I looked at Master S, with less restraint that I’d felt earlier, but still respectfully not meeting his eyes.

            I began again, licking this man I had never met before.  I was finally beginning to enjoy the entire situation.  I could trust my Master.  He set this up, he collared me, and he asked me to do this.  I sucked Master S’s cock, thinking of my Master.  Before I knew it, I was lost in thought of my feelings for Master C.  I thought of how many times he’d pushed me to fantasize about things like this.  I thought about the conversations we had, the fact that he refused to give me a safeword.  Either I trusted him completely, and he was my Master, or I did not.  I warmed to the effort, applying my lips and tongue vigorously.  I used every trick I knew to pleasure this man.  If Master wanted all these people to cum by my lips, then I would do my best for him.  I could not let him down.  I wanted him to be proud of me.  I wanted, most of all, to feel submissive to him.

            I sucked and licked, slurping when my jaws hurt too much to put a lot of pressure on Master S.  His cock was hard and hot and I worked hard to make him cum.  The faster I finished, the faster I could return to my Master.  I had no idea how I was doing in the contest, but that no longer mattered so much to me.  I sucked the fourth cock for the evening, taking him as deep in my mouth as I could, trying to suck ever last ounce of cum from him.  I wanted him to cum, I wanted to win.  I wanted to please my Master!

            I sucked long and hard.  I licked him and finally, I felt Master S begin to spurt his cum into my mouth.  I sucked as hard as I could, something I had never really done before as a man came.  I never wanted to swallow, but I felt that if the other four slaves had made him cum, he wouldn’t have much left if I didn’t suck it all out.  So I sucked until I felt him relax.  There was no more cum to suck out.  I sat back on my heels, swallowing the squirmy mess and looked around.  The other subs had returned to their Masters already.  I was the last one.  I supposed that meant I lost, I took the longest.  But, I did as I was bid.  I kneeled before Master C and bowed my head.

            “I did as you bid me Master.  I made them all cum.”  I didn’t dare to look up at him, I felt strangely shy all of a sudden with my own Master. 

            “Good girl.”  He pulled me up and set me on his lap, my legs straddling him, my wet pussy dripping against his cock.  “You are such a good little slut you know.”  He looked at me and smiled.  “Why don’t you take my plate into the kitchen and clean things up here for me?  Then come back and sit with me.”

            I smiled and looked into his eyes.  With a mute nod, I picked up his plate and empty bottles and took them to the kitchen.  As I cleaned up some of the mess from preparing dinner, I realized the other subs were snitching bits to eat from what was left on the table.  I was still very hungry, having only been given mere scraps from my Master’s plate.  But he had not told me to get anything to eat, so I meekly returned to him.  I sat once more at his feet, his hand absently rubbing my head.

            The masters all talked with each other and I felt myself withdrawing from the scene before me.  I had done what my Master asked of me.  I still didn’t know who won, that was part of what they were discussing.  But, I knew I had done my best, overcoming what had been hard limits to do as my Master bid me.  So, I leaned against his leg, escaping to that very submissive place inside of me where all I wanted was the comfort of his touch.

            I felt the leash being clipped to my collar once more.  My breath caught in my chest.  He only did that when he wanted to push me, to exert control over me and make me feel very submissive.  I looked at him and wondered if he knew I had gone to that very submissive place because of his pushing.  He was looking at me and nodding slightly.  “Well, Silk, it seems everyone agrees.  You are the best slut here tonight.  How does that make you feel?”

            I smiled at him, “I’m glad I pleased you, Master.”  Joy filled me as he smiled at me.  I had done exactly what he wanted; I had not let him down.

            “I told you we had a good reward for the winner, Silk.  It’s time for your reward.” 

            A moment of fear seized me.  If I was to be rewarded, why did he need my leash?  I was suddenly not entirely certain I wanted that reward, whatever it might be.  I was suddenly afraid that he meant for me to get fucked by one of these strange men.  I had trouble letting people touch me that I didn’t know.  My reserved nature filled me and I wanted to crawl away.  I looked around for a way to escape.

            Everyone was looking at me.  Sharon was moving towards me, and, in a moment was on her knees before me.  She pulled my legs gently, trying to get me to move.  I looked up at Master C and he smiled.  “It’s okay, Silk, lay back and enjoy yourself.  You’ve earned this.”

            I leaned against his leg, needing to feel him.  I knew he held my leash firmly in his hand, and I knew that he expected me to let this woman lick my pussy.  I hesitated but felt his leg pressing against my back as he pushed my hips away from him.  Sharon pulled my legs at the same time, and I found myself half laying against Master C’s leg.  Sharon spread my legs and I tried to crawl backwards into my Master for safety.  But there was no place to go.  I felt Master adjust his grip on my leash as he pulled on it slightly.  Sharon buried her face in my pussy without hesitation.  She was practiced at performing this kind of pleasure and I found my already wet pussy relaxing even as I wanted to crawl away.  She licked and sucked me.  She shoved fingers inside my pussy and ass.  With each new pleasure, I lost awareness.  I could no longer think that a woman was touching my pussy, or that eight people were watching expectantly, waiting for me to climax.  I could only think of the pulsing rhythm of her tongue, of the demands her wet mouth made on my pussy.  Soon, I built to the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced.  I lay there shaking, leaning against Master C’s leg, my breath coming in ragged pants.  My head was spinning and my body still did not seem to be my own.  The Masters had all begun talking again, and I began to look around.  I was no longer the center of attention and began to feel a modicum of comfort from that.

            The subs had all disappeared into the foyer when I felt strong enough to move and crawl back against my Master’s leg.  Master C stroked my hair absently.  After a few minutes of conversation, the Masters all began to stand.  I stood when my Master did, following him to the foyer where the others were waiting.  All the subs were dressed.  I was the only naked person in the house. 

            Sharon hugged me and kissed my cheek.  Michelle took my hands in hers, leaned close and whispered in my ear, “I told you it would be okay.”  She smiled and winked at me.

            Master R shook Master C’s hand.  “You’ve got a nice little one there, C.  You are doing an excellent job training her.

            They all took their leave, and I stood there, alone once again with my Master.  He still held the end of my leash.  With a smile, he tugged on the leash, pulling me into his arms.  I laid my head against his shoulder, secure in his arms, happy that my submission had brought him pleasure.