One morning, Mistress came downstairs carrying some clothes. “Put this on Slut. We are going out.”
She handed me a grey stretchy knit dress, mocha thigh highs, and black strappy sheos with 6-inch spike heels. After putting everything on, I saw that the dress ended about an inch below my ass, and the stockings tops were completely visible. Mistress then fixed my hair and makeup before attaching a leash to my collar and leading me upstairs and out to her car. I was nervous. “Mistress, where are we going?” I asked.
“You are going for more training Slut.” She responded. “I have a friend who is in a fraternity at the local college. You will be their entertainment for the day. You will do everything they want. You will suck their cocks and let them fuck your cunt and ass as much as they want. You have gotten fairly decent at licking my pussy, but now you will get a crash course in pleasuring cocks. You will obey their commands just as you do mine. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to please you.” I responded. The truth was, I was scared as hell, but also horny as fuck. Horny was actually a continuous feeling since shortly after I woke up in Mistress’s dungeon. Although now, it wasn’t because of the constant stimulation provided by vibrators and butt plugs.
Mistress had me sit in the car with my legs spread and playing with my cunt the entire drive from her house to the frat house. Mistress made sure that a few lucky people got a good view of this while we were stopped at red lights and while driving along beside other cars and trucks. The humiliation I felt only seemed to add to my arousal. We finally made it to the frat house, but Mistress forbade me from getting out as soon as she parked. Instead, she sent a text. Within minutes, about 20 guys came out of the house and surrounded my side of the car.
“OK. Get out, and make sure you give everyone an eyeful as you climb out of the car.” She said.
That shouldn’t be a problem. Getting out of a sports car in a dress that barely covers you ass is not possible to do modestly. Every one of them got a good look at the goods as I swung my leg out and climbed out of the seat.
“Slut be a dear and get the duffle bag out of the back seat.” Mistress ordered.
Of course, this meant bending over and reaching into the low back seat to retrieve the bag. I felt the dress ride up almost to my waist while getting the bag. That, along with having to lift my right leg to maintain my balance gave everyone an unencumbered view of everything. I’m sure they all noticed the moisture around my cunt and dribbling down my thigh.
“MY God! You’re such a slut!” Mistress scolded me. “You’re flashing the entire neighborhood! Pull your dress down!”
“Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress.” I conceded as I fixed my dress.
Once inside, Mistress had me set the duffle on a table against the wall and stand beside her with my hands behind my back as she sat and talked to a couple of the guys. Several other guys took this opportunity to start feeling me up. I knew better than to say anything, so I just stood there as they molested me with their fingers and hands.
“So, no permanent marks. No injuries, and no drugs. You can give her a little alcohol if you want, but don’t get her drunk. Do not break her skin. She is completely clean and cannot get pregnant, so you do not need condoms, unless one of you has something. You have her for 6-hours. Feel free to use anything that is in the bag she carried in, but make sure it is cleaned up when you are done. Any questions?”
“All three holes are available?”
“Of course. I already told you that.”
“OK. I think we’re good then.”
“Just remember. She is a $20,000 investment to me. You break her, you buy her.”
“Got it. Can’t guarantee that she will be able to walk right for a few days though.”
“Yes, well, that is understood.” Turning to me, “Slut, take off that dress. You won’t be needing it for a while.”
“Yes Mistress.” I said as I pulled my dress off and handed it to her.
Looking at her watch, she said, “I’ll be back at 4:00. Make sure she is cleaned up and ready.” After receiving confirmation, she turned and walked out the door.
Looking around at the expressions on their faces, I suddenly knew what it felt like to be a sheep surrounded by ravenous wolves. I slowly lowered myself to my knees, shifted my gaze to the feet of the one directly in front of me, placed my hands at the small of my back, and spoke, “How may I serve you?”
Before I knew it, there were about a dozen cocks surrounding me. The one directly in front of me was thrust into my mouth, while my hands were guided up to grasp two more. I began sucking on one as I jerked off the other two. After a couple of minutes, I was pulled off the one in my mouth only for it to be replaced by another. My hands also moved to other cocks. Every couple of minutes, another exchange took place as I attempted to service them all simultaneously. Apparently, the guys who were not having me work on them at that time were not idle. I was lifted up and moved over to a low table in the middle of the room. I saw that the duffle bag had been opened and set on the table as I was pushed down on my knees with my tits mashed to the table top. My wrists were cuffed behind my back and attached to the back of my collar with a short chain. Next, they put cuffs on my legs just above my knees and tied them to the table legs, so I was spread out. A large butt plug was shoved in my ass, and then I was fitted with a ring gag. This didn’t bode well for me.
I saw a line form in front of me as the first guy stuck his cock down my throat. I discovered that there must have been another line formed behind me as a second cock suddenly filled my cunt. The tow of them began going to town on me as they used me for their pleasure. It didn’t take too long for them to unload and be replaced by the next in line. By the third guy in my cunt and fourth in my mouth, I was getting a little frustrated that they wouldn’t last long enough to get me off. I was starting to wonder where the fourth guy behind me was, because he hadn’t started yet. That’s when my brain was instantly informed of a line of fire across my ass. I screamed into the cock logged in my throat as my mind processed the strike of the cane.
“HOLY FUCK!” The guy in my mouth exclaimed. “That felt AWESOME! Do that again.”
Another strike. Another scream.
“Oh my God. The vibrations when she screams are intense. Keep doing that.”
Oh great. This is going to be a long day.
[SWISH] [SMACK], [SWISH] [SMACK], [SWISH] [SMACK], [SWISH] [SMACK], [SWISH] [SMACK],
Each strike was accompanied by another scream. Thank God he didn’t last much longer. Unfortunately, the next guy wanted the same thing. Then the next guy. Thankfully, they remembered Mistress’s words about getting carried away, so they put down the cane. Unfortunately, they picked up a flogger. By this time, though, the pain was had begun to turn, and I was getting REALLY turned on. One guy started using the flogger on my upper thighs. This had the added benefit of one of the strands occasionally striking my cunt. It only took a couple of these before someone realized that it was affecting me. They noticed the subtle difference between my previous screams and my current moans. They began targeting my cunt. I shook with each strike. I started to move my hips into the blow when I heard the swish. I was bobbing faster on the cock in my mouth. Then, the inevitable happened. A direct blow right on my clit let loose my orgasm. I began bucking wildly as I screamed in pleasure around the cock. That sent him over the edge as well. It was purely on instinct that I was able to swallow to keep from choking. I felt my cunt ejecting my cum as I spasmed violently. I’m actually surprised that I didn’t break the table.
I think that they were shocked by that. They just stood around staring at me for a few minutes as I recovered. Finally, I was released from my bonds and allowed to go to the bathroom to clean up a bit.
When I returned, I was offered something to drink. A double bourbon on the rocks, in case you are interested.
After downing that, I was taken back to the table and laid on my back with my head hanging over one side and my ass at the opposite edge. My arms were tied to legs on my ass side, and my feet tied spread out to the legs on my head side. I was wide open with all three holes available. An assortment of whips and floggers, and very large tube of lube were set on the table on either side of me. A feeling of dread came over me. Unfortunately, my cunt didn’t get the memo that this was not something to me looking forward to.
“OK, Slut. Here’s the deal. There are twenty-two of us here, and everyone of us has to cum before you are allowed to cum. We will be using every one of your holes to do it. Also, since we have all cum once already, it will take us longer this time. Every time you cum before you are allowed will get you five strikes to either your tits or cunt with one of the instruments laid out beside you.” Yep, my cunt definitely didn’t get that memo. I was gushing before he even finished talking.
‘Oh fuck. This is going to be a long afternoon.’ I thought to myself. By now, you can probably guess how that turned out. I didn’t even last long enough for the first two guys to finish. One guy tilted my head back and thrust his cock down my throat as the second one shoved his up my ass. He must have been lubing up as the rules were being explained to me.
“Well, that didn’t take long.” I heard someone say a few minutes later as I rolled through an orgasm.
Just as my orgasm was subsiding, I felt hot lava on my tits as the cat-o-nine-tails struck. Another one a second later. The heat in my tits went directly to my cunt. A third blow had me right back in the edge. I managed to hold off after the fourth blow. Unfortunately, the fifth was a direct hit on both nipples.
“Holy shit! She came again! She really is a pain slut.”
‘No shit, Sherlock What was your first clue?’ I thought. ‘Captain Obvious was getting his money’s worth from college.’
Yeah, it pretty much all blended together from there. I really have no idea how many loads of cum went down my throat, up my ass, or in my cunt. Forget even trying to count how many times I came. I was pretty much constantly being whipped on my tits and cunt (sometimes simultaneously) with every available instrument. Eventually, they just started to roll together as one long, continuous orgasm. I can only assume that all 22 of them had me at least once more before I was released. I drank several glasses of water to rehydrate after they moved me over to sit on the couch. (There were towels under my ass to protect the furniture.) Four of the bigger guys (I assumed that they were on the football team) helped me to the shower where they helped me stand as they very gently washed me. I was given another double of bourbon on the rocks and allowed to rest for a while.
Mistress showed up on time, just as the last guy was releasing down my throat. She gave me my dress, and I wordlessly pulled it over my head as we walked out the door.
“Have fun, Slut?” She asked as she pulled out onto the street.
I could barely sit because my ass and cunt were so sore. I could barely talk because my throat was raw. Every joint in my body ached from being bound and the exertion. I was exhausted beyond anything I had ever felt before. “Mistress, I….” I tried to answer as everything went black.
I woke up on my bed. I have no idea how long I was out for, since Mistress does not allow me to have anything to tell time by. I don’t even know if it was the same day, or even week. I have no recollection of the drive home, or even how I got from the car to my bed. I do know that I was still extremely sore, and there was a glass of water with a Vicodin pill next to it on the table.
Sorority Slut:
It was a week later. I had recovered from my experience at the frat house, and Mistress had changed my training somewhat. I was given a slutty maid outfit and brought up to the main part of the house to cook, clean, and serve her during the day. At night, I was locked back in my room in the basement to sleep naked as usual. Escape was completely out of the question, as Mistress demonstrated what my shock collar would do if I ever attempted to leave the house. NOT HAPPENING!!!!!
I watched cooking shows on TV and on-line to learn how I was expected to prepare meals properly. I was graded on my performance. Inferior performance resulted in punishments. Superior performance was rewarded with orgasms. I was also graded on my cleaning skills. I rapidly improved in both areas. I was also submitted to daily ‘maintenance whippings’ to continuously reinforce my new position as a pain slut.
One Friday morning, Mistress gave me a new slutty French Maid outfit (no underwear — of course) along with locking wrist and ankle cuffs to put on. As I got upstairs after dressing, I noticed a small suitcase and a garment bag by the door.
“Final exam time Slut.” Mistress said. “You are going to spend the entire weekend at a sorority. You will be their maid, cook, and anything else they want. The garment bag contains extra ‘uniforms’ for each day. You will be their slave until I pick you up at 10:00 Sunday evening. They will give me a report on your behavior. You REALLY don’t want any negative comments from them. Cooking, cleaning, and serving just me here in this house is one thing, Now, you will need to multi-task in a much larger house with a lot more rooms and people living there. Fail this, and your first week here will seem like a picnic compared to what will happen next.”
My arousal shifted into high gear as Mistress explained this to me. “Yes Mistress. I will not disappoint you.” I said with my eyes lowered looking at the floor.
With that, she clipped the leash to my collar and had me carry the luggage to the car. Mistress drove us across town to a large three-story house just off campus. Getting out, Mistress took my leash and lead me to the door as I carried the luggage. Walking through the front door, I saw approximately 20 girls lounging around the large living room.
“OOOOOOHHH, SHE’S HERE!” One of them yelled, as they all jumped up and scampered over to look at me.
“Wow look at those tits!” “Can’t wait to have that tongue in my pussy.” “Wait until she feels my strap-on up her ass” “Look! She is already dripping down her thighs!” “I hear she really gets off on being whipped. I guess we will find out.” Were just a few of the things that were said as they were looking me over. It was going to be a long weekend.
They were right. Already, the humiliation and anticipation of what was to come had my libido supercharged. My experiences over the last couple of weeks had reprogramed me so that I was constantly aroused. Add in humiliation and pain, and my cunt was a faucet.
“Hi. You must me Mary.” One of the girls addressed Mistress. “I’m Jill. President of the sorority.”
“Nice to finally meet you Jill.” Mistress replied. “Heather told me who you were when I asked her to set this up.”
“Of course. Heather was last year’s president before she graduated. She told me that you two had been friends for quite a while. When she explained what you wanted, of course we jumped at the offer.”
“Great!” Mistress stated. “Now, lets go over the rules for everyone, shall we? So, no permanent marks. No injuries, and no drugs. You can give her a little alcohol if you want, but don’t get her drunk. Do not break her skin. She is completely clean, so you don’t have to worry about catching anything. You have her until 10:00 Sunday night. There are a couple of extra uniforms for her in the garment bag, so don’t worry about ruining one or two of them. Feel free to use anything that is in the suitcase she carried in, but make sure it is cleaned up when you are done. She will cook and clean for the entire weekend, as well as serving in any other way, if you get my meaning. I only want her being used by girls this weekend, so if anyone has boyfriends come over, they can watch but not participate. Any questions?”
“Can I at least have her clean me up after my boyfriend fucks me?”
“Yes, she can clean you out, but she is not to touch your boyfriend.”
“Does she have a safe word?”
‘No. She is to do whatever is commanded. However, you are not to injure her. If you break her, you owe me $20,000 for her services. That’s what I’m being paid to train her and deliver her healthy to her Owners.”
“Fair enough.” Jill acknowledged.
“OK. Have fun, and I will see you at 10:00 Sunday night. Call me if there are any issues with her.” Mistress called as she walked out the door.
Looking around, I had the mental image of me being a kitten suddenly thrown into a pen with a pack of hungry rottweilers. It looked like it was going to be a LONG weekend.
“OK Slut. Let’s see the merchandise.” Jill said with an evil grin.
“Yes Mistress.” I responded as I unzipped my slutty maid outfit and let it fall to the floor.
“You may hang your uniform in the coat closet by the door for now, and then bring the suitcase of toys into the living room and set it on the coffee table. We want to see what we have to play with.”
“Yes Mistress.” I responded again as I picked up my uniform and complied with her command.
In a relatively short amount of time, all the toys were spread out on the table as the girls examined them. Mistress Jill then had me retrieve a box that was sitting in one of the corners.
“OK girls. There is one for each of you. Come and get it.” Jill said as she opened the box.
I watched horrified as each of the girls reached in and retrieved their own new riding crop.
“Now. Every time you make a mistake or fail to perform as expected, you will be whipped instantly without anyone needing to go looking for something to use.” Jill addressed me. “First rule: you are to address everyone as Mistress and there first name. Failure to address anyone correctly will earn you two strokes anywhere the offended party desires to strike. I hope you are good with names, because I am only going to introduce everyone once.”
I’m really not very good with names, so as Jill introduced me to all 20 girls, I knew I was in deep, deep trouble.
“Now, Slut. First test. Go ask Mistress Maria to show you the kitchen so you can begin making us lunch. Then find Mistress Susan and ask her what is on the menu today for lunch.”
Shit! Everyone moved to the couches and chairs after being introduced and went back to doing what they were doing before I arrived. There were 20 girls, and I was introduced to each one so fast that I could barely keep up. Looking around, I narrowed it down to two girls that looked somewhat similar. Taking a deep breath, I took a guess and walked over to one of them.
“Mistress Maria? Would you be so kind as to show this worthless slut the kitchen so that she may prepare lunch for everyone?”
“Hands behind you back, Slut!”
Oh Fuck. A 50-50 chance and I was wrong.
[SMACK] [SMACK]
Bolts of fire went from each tit straight to my cunt. My breathing became ragged. It wouldn’t take much more to send me over.
“Guess again, Slut.” She said as she went back to reading her book.
Moving over to my second choice, “Mistress Maria? Would you be so kind as to show this worthless slut the kitchen so that she may prepare lunch for the group?”
“Of course,” she replied, “but first there is the small matter of me being rather insulted that you mistook someone else for me.”
This was not going well.
“Hands behind your neck and spread your legs.”
[SMACK]
The crop landed directly on my outer lips splattering my juices and making my knees buckle.
[SMACK]
I fell to the floor screaming and convulsing as the direct strike to my clit sent me over the cliff into a powerful orgasm that had been building since I left Mistress’s house this morning.
