She turned back around, and we kissed deeply, each tasting ourselves as well as the other. As we held each other I asked, “Do we tell Master we came without permission? Will he be upset>
Her response was quite stern, “Do not lie or try to mislead Master. If you do you will be sent home and never allowed to return. Master will know, you will get a lecture, we will both be punished. Master may act upset, remind us that his rules are to be followed, and seem disappointed. It is an act but act very contrite or the punishment will be worse.
We got up and changed the sheets, putting fresh ones on the bed and the wet ones in the washing machine. Nancy checked in with the caterer and added more ice to the order. As soon as the washer finished, we threw the sheets into the dryer and startedback to Master’s house.
As we stepped onto the porch, Nancy pulled me into a hug and a kiss before saying, “It was worth whatever punishment Master decides for us.”
We walked back down the hill, stopping again to talk to the farm crew. I don’t know what they say when we aren’t there, but they were very nice and courteous while we were talking to them, though as I joked with Nancy as we walked away, “I bet they could give a very complete description of either one of our bodies, from memory.
Master met us at the door when we got back and snapped a leash onto my collar. I went to my knees and crawled behind him as he gave me a tour of the house. The kitchen was large for a farmhouse, but so was the dining room, it easily could seat a dozen. Upstairs were three bedrooms, the Master with an ensuite.’ There was also a second bedroom that also had a door direct into the Master bedroom which Master said was Nancy’s room. There was a shared bathroom between Nancy’s room and the third bedroom. Master stopped to show me the two nozzles connected to the water mixing valve for enemas and douches.
I noticed someone had brought in my suitcase and dress and put it in Nancy’s room. Master saw me look at it and commented, “at most only one of you will be sleeping here at a time.”
Master allowed me to walk down the two flights of stairs to the basement. There were two rooms in the basement with only an arched opening between them. One had a projector and large screen, and the other was a dungeon like the one up the hill, but not as much furniture and equipment.
Master had me kneel on the spanking bench and I saw him pick up a wooden paddle. As he was rubbing it over my butt he commented, “I have to be careful, I don’t want you showing up to your coming out party already bruised, there will be plenty of that during the party.”
I was getting more and more worried about this party for which I was the apparent star attraction. Those thoughts and concerns suddenly vanished when Master connected my butt with the paddle. I heard the whack of the paddle hitting my butt, but there was a nanosecond before the searing pain reached my brain. All higher levels of thought disappeared as everything concentrated on the pain. The second and third strike only added to the pain and the concentration. I became aware of my screams echoing I the dungeon. The fourth stroke landed, and my body erupted in orgasm, my back arched, my feet cramped, and my cunt clenched so hard it hurt. Everything turned white.
I had barely returned to cognizance when I felt Master’s cock entering my cunt. Suddenly the screaming pain in my butt became secondary, “MASTER WAS FUCKING ME!” Ripples of my orgasm were still running up and down my cunt as his cock slowly pushed deep into it. My only thought focused on the understanding that Master was claiming me.
I felt the vibration in my throat as I started moaning continuously as I felt Master pushing steadily deeper into my cunt, Master’s cunt. Somehow it seemed larger, harder, stronger than the poor imitation dildo that I had been using, it was Master fucking me. using me. The concept in my mind was even stronger than the amazing feelings coming from my cunt.
I felt Master’s hips touch my butt. He paused for a moment, I could still feel my post orgasm ripples in my cunt gripping and caressing his cock. He started to withdraw and very slowly fuck me. It was excruciatingly slow; I was his and I wanted him to use me, I wanted to scream “Fuck me!”. It then occurred to me that I was his, and he would use me however it pleased him. Going slow I felt every inch of Master’s cock stretch his cunt as he again slid deep into me.
He started increasing the pace, fucking my cunt faster and harder. He added a hard hand slap onto my burning ass with every stroke. He reached up and grabbed a handful of my long hair and pulled back on my hair and head as he fucked me harder and faster.
My moans turned back into a scream as I came, harder than I have ever done before. The laser light show went off in my head, my cunt clenched hard trying to catch and hold Master but failing as he continued to fuck me long and hard. I was still cumming when I felt him drive in even harder, his cock swell, and the pulses as he pumped shot after shot deep into his cunt.
Master laid on top of me, his cock still deep in my cunt. He whispered in my ear, “Good slut, you were worth the wait. I am going to enjoy you this week so you will never want to leave.”
My only response was a very contented sigh. I already never wanted to leave.
Master slapped my flaming butt again and withdrew from his cunt. He stood, walked around the bench and offered his cock for me to suck and clean. As I licked and sucked his cum and cunt from his cock, he slowly pushed it deeper until he hit the opening to my throat. He held it there enjoying my throat gagging massaging the crown of his cock. He finally slowly pushed it into my throat cutting off my air for just long enough for me to start to panic, before withdrawing it.
As Master was releasing me from the bench, Nancy called down to say that dinner was ready. With the nights’ festivities we needed to eat early. I slowly eased my bright red butt down onto the unpadded oak dining room chair to the amusement of both Master and Nancy.
Master asked several questions, making sure that everything was ready for the party that night. Nancy assured him that it was, the dungeon had been cleaned and sanitized, the hot tub was ready, the beds all had clean sheets.
Master asked, “You had to change the sheets?”
Nancy did not hesitate, “Yes Sir, we enjoyed each other, and the sheets became quite wet when we both came.”
I was expecting an expression of anger from Master, but he only nodded and smiled. I realized later that he was amusing himself by working on our punishments in his mind.
As we finished dinner Master ordered, “Get showered, clean inside and out, large plugs, the Master one for our guest, get dressed and drive up to the cottage. Make sure everything is ready and greet our guests as they arrive.”
As I started to get up Nancy stopped me and pointed to my chair. There was a puddle of cum that had dripped out of Master’s cunt. She said, “We don’t waste Master’s cum, clean it up.” I dutifully bent over and licked and sucked up the puddle and pulled Nancy to me for a tongue and cum filled kiss. Master seemed very pleased.
Upstairs Nancy and I showered together. She showed me how the enema/douche attached to the shower worked and we cleaned each other out front and back. While she was doing my douche’, she turned the water onto cold, and laughed when I screamed. She commented, we want you nice and tight, at least at the start of tonight.” I returned the favor when I did hers.
As we went to get dressed, she took the largest plug I had ever seen out of a drawer and started to lube it. She told me to bend over the back of a chair and I felt her wet fingers work through my ring, lubing Master’s ass. She worked the large plug into my ass, it stung quite a bit until the wide part passed through my ring and the plug was seated in Master’s ass.
Nancy explained, “That is what we call Master’s plug. It tells everyone else that your ass is reserved and prepares it for Master to use” She turned me to a mirror so I could see it. It was gold colored and had “Master’s” around the outside edge.
I put on the demi bra that raised and pushed Master’s tits together and slipped into the wrap dress. Nancy helped me with the six inch ankle strap heels and then helped me stand and get stable. I should have practiced more with those high heels. Getting used to the extra-large plug in my ass and the heels was a challenge. Fortunately, Nancy helped me down the stairs and out to the car. Sitting on Master’s plug was also a new experience, and my still bright red butt didn’t help.
The caterer had dropped everything off on the table. We sorted through it and put it on the provided serving trays. We prepared three liquid dispensers, water, tea, and non-alcoholic punch.
Once everything was ready Nancy warned me. “You are Master’s slut for this party, expect a kiss, hug and grope from almost every guest as we welcome them. For the evening ‘No” is not in your vocabulary. If someone asks for something outside your limits the response is, ‘Master would have to approve that.’ Safeword for tonight is ‘Red.’ Beyond that your immediate obedience to all of Master’s guests is expected and required. Do not disappoint Master.”
As we heard the first car pull up, Nancy slipped her hand into the gap in my dress below the belt and ran her fingers through my labia with two fingers into my cunt. “Just making sure you are appropriately wet,” was her explanation. She licked her fingers clean and smiled.
We greeted the first guests on the porch. As Nancy had predicted, four people, four hugs, four kisses, and four gropes, including one that checked me again for wetness. Nancy went back inside with the first group to help them get settled, leaving me on the porch greeting a steady stream of Master’s guests. We were expecting twenty guests and when that many arrived, I signaled Nancy who called to let Master know everyone was here.
I went back inside and joined the party. Everyone wanted to talk to me and fondle my butt. I answered a steady stream of questions, “Yes I am Master’s new slut.” “I’m sure I’ll be available for your use later.” Everyone seemed to know each other so introductions were not necessary. Everyone referred to me as “Master’s slut,” or “slut” for short.
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