For My Owner 4 - Sex Stories

For My Owner 4

... and that so that he can take it all in. Finally, he smacks my butt and tells me to get dressed. He turns to the woman and says “Excellent job. How much?” They walk out and he takes care of business while I put my pretty sundress back on. I skip out of the room with a giant grin and say “Thank you, Sir” again as the woman gives me a sharp look. He gives her his glare and she checks herself immediately. He takes my hand and leads me back outside. “Now, my little slut….your reward really begins”. He takes me to the car and hands me my evening’s outfit; my collar, a pair of black patent heels, and a leather corset mini dress. I let out a little squeal as I smell the delicious smell of the leather. He smiles and starts to drive. We get to the Black & Blue Ball at approximately 8:00, and he proudly parades me slowly around the venue. We browse the vendors’ wares, and he buys me a lovely new set of restraints and a flogger. We then head over to the dungeon area to watch some of the other Doms & Dommes paddling and binding and teasing their respective subs. He won’t be doing that with me tonight, though. Instead, he approaches a group of obvious Dom men and strikes up a conversation as I stand quietly beside him, head bowed slightly. They start to comment on my good behaviour, and he invites them to inspect and opine. He gives my ass a quick little swat and tells me “Position 1”. I take a few steps forward, stop, spread my feet to shoulder width, then lace my hands behind my head. I ...

... keep my head bowed slightly as the strange men begin to walk around me, groping and poking and smacking. They make comments like “excellent ass, I love a fat one myself” and “These tits just beg to be smacked around”. My Owner banters back and forth with them, letting them know what things he likes to do best with me, and what things he is working to train me to take harder. He asks them if they have any favourite incentives for their whores, and they all start sharing tips and tricks. All the while, they are touching me, smelling me, drinking me in. I love the attention. I love being what makes them happy. I love feeling the energy of these powerful men all around me. I love thinking of how the four of them, led by my darling Owner could turn me to a quivering, slobbering mindless heap. I love that my Owner knows me so well that this is a big part of my reward day. Soon, they all move a few feet away and all sit down. I am still displaying for them, and they all start discussing what they think the best ways to utilize me would be. I listen and become more and more aroused. Five men. One stupid cunt. What beautiful odds. After an hour or so, my Owner walks me over to a barber chair set up on the outer edges of the dungeon area. He has me take off my pretty shoes and lounge back, showing off my pretty pedicure. As men walk by, he makes notice of those who are focused on my shiny toenails. He invites these ones to come caress and rub and lick my sweet little feet. He knows I ...