Master always wants more

My master originally was a little bit more dominant, than is expected these days. However I loved him, just a little bit more than is considered normal these days. From the very beginning I had been very submissive to him. The first time I had gone to one of his club nights he had told me how to dress. Tight jeans & t-shirt tight leather jacket, boots, makeup etc. all the other girls had been dressed similarly too. We had been expected to fetch drinks & food, roll joints etc, while the men had enjoyed the music, looked at each others bikes etc. Us women had been  expected to sit quietly & not get in the way. I must admit honestly I had quite liked it. Especially the appreciative comments not only from masters friends but also the girls too.

That was before he started to insist I call him master rather than his name. after a few such club nights his clothing requirements became a little more strict. Leather then plastic mini skirts, tighter t-shirts then no panties. Very humiliating & very exciting. All the other girls too. Actually we found it very exciting & thrilling.

The next meet was very different. It was a weekend meet so 3 days. All the girls were told on arrival to go into the back room of the club house & dress in the clothing provided. What was provided was tiny very tight shiny foil bikini top & bottom sets. Some of us were reluctant, including me, but we were locked in the small room. When we were all properly dressed we were allowed out. My master had stood me in front of the room & asked me how I liked my clothing. Foolishly I had said it was little bit skimpy & humiliating. He had pointed out my obviously erect nipples & said I’d better get used to it because that’s what I’d be wearing all weekend. My expression had said it all because all the men had laughed.

At this point I must confess that these weekend had never been a purely drinking affair. If & when my master had wanted fellatio or sex I & the other girls were expected to oblige obediently, in private or otherwise. We had all done so without complaint serving our masters or boyfriends.

The next few club weekends had been the same. Until one of master friends had expressed an interest in fucking me. There had been much laughter & friendly argument eventually ending up in me being led away & told not to disappoint masters friend. The other girls were similarly shared. That weekend I think I was fucked by all the club.

When we returned home master said he was pleased. The next day he brought home a whip. Informing me that if I wasn’t pleasing to him, or his friends I would be beaten. As an introduction I was whipped until my bottom felt red raw. I didn’t need a second lesson, although my first lesson was frequently repeated for his enjoyment.

The next weekend away a refinement was introduced. We were told that to reduce jealousy although were  to serve sexually we were only allowed to come to our own masters. This meant that our masters would enjoy the other girls we would rarely be permitted to come all weekend. Actually this turned out to not being permitted to come all weekend.

After a couple more weekends the back room had no bikinis only blindfolds. When we were blindfolded but naked we were allowed out. For the whole weekend we were kept like this. There was some new girls fresh to the club who were permitted bikinis & were expected to fetch food & drinks.

The next weekend it was decided we would be braceleted hands behind backs as we couldn’t be expected to do anything else blindfolded as we were.

Then the chastity belts, iron belts padlocked closed, but with the key hanging from the front obviously out of our reach. A consequence of this was that we needed to beg permission to go to the toilet. & beg prettily.

In between the last & the next weekend master had been away for a couple of days but when he returned unexpectedly he had caught me masturbating. I hadn’t been expressly forbidden to masturbate until then but I had been punished severely with the whip.

The next weekend away he had chastised me in front of the club I had “ben wah” inserted front & rear to wear all the time I wasn’t being fucked. The other girls had been horrified & afraid until the next weekend when they were similarly plugged. At the end of the night we had sobbed together in helpless frustration. While our masters enjoyed the bikini girls. We had sobbed together until the pecker gag system was introduced.

The next innovation was much more humiliating & shaming, we were not to be permitted to toilet all weekend. To this end master had introduced a regime of diet drinks & energy vitamin drinks, that produced hardly or no  faecal matter. A simple hot enema cleaned us, for weeks at a time. This was very uncomfortable as we still desperately needed to wee though. Unfortunately it was discovered that this could be left for quite some time, days & weeks with the only side effect being our extreme discomfort.

The next weekender  was the annual month away. The day before master had guests 3 men & one of the bikini girls. A rule of the house was that any guest female was in charge of me. She was first girl. The evening before the men had enjoyed my fellatio & then my anal rape Master knew I found anal especially humiliating hence his frequent enjoyment. I hadn’t been permitted to come.  The bikini girl was told to insert my ben wah balls & lock me in my chastity belt. I had looked to my master & asked if I could come. The men had laughed. Sobbing I had begged to toilet; I hadn’t been since the evening before, they had laughed again. I had then been pecker gagged hooded & locked in the slave cage under the stairs.

The next morning while I waited the bikini girl was told to go to the toilet before the van arrived. I was left kneeling in discomfort. When the van arrived I had been locked in the small leather curtained cage with the other locked sluts. The bikini girls had been locked in the back too but only braceleted. I could hear her telling the other girls about me.

“She was crying so desperately , I felt so sorry for her.”

Nervous frightened giggling.

In the cage we sobbed gagged, hooded, choking on our pecker gags & fear.

The masters were going to have a good time this month.