The Rental - Sex Stories

The Rental

Part 3 Once his cum load had been marked into my thigh, my attention was directed again at the 12 envelopes on the desk. I was instructed to put them in a stack, in any order i wished and that was going to be order they were completed. He also told me that there was a chance that we wouldn't be able to get all of the tasks completed because in his words some were rather "intense.' I picked them all up, each was unmarked and each contained what felt like an index card, with nothing else to go on, I just kind of jumled them up and put them in a stack. Master Q took a pen and numbered each one and handed me #1. No time like the present. I opened the envelope and it simply said 10' x 2. He smiled and said 'endurance,' and with that he grabbed a nipple and lead me into what he called his play room. Play room, for those who don't know, is a sex room, a dungeon if you will and this one was complete enough to rival the one we have at home. A complete assortment of whips, crops, floggers, and paddles all neatly hung on the wall. The required cross, table, and shackel mounts attached to the wall, and of course a wide assortment of cuffs, restraints, clamps, and dildos. I will say this, his play room was much more organized than ours. You know the old man garage where each tool is hung on a peg board with an outline of what is supposed to go there? Well Master Q was obviously a little OCD because the walls of his dungeon were like that. He did have one thing that we are just getting ...

... started with; he had a complete TENS system and from the look of it, a rather high end expensive one. For his purposes though I was put in leather wrist and ankle cuffs, blindfolded and attached to the wall. I heard him leave then a few minutes later come back into the room and a set of clamps was attached to my nipples. He was on his phone and I guess it was meant to intimidate or scare me, but he made 3 calls that each ended with and invitation for whoever it was to come over and "grab the boys." I had been hanging there about 30 minutes, long enough to start getting uncomfortable but nowhere near my breaking point, when I heard the first doorbell. It was about another 15 or 20 minutes before someone came into the room and took me off the wall. I was lead by the nipple chain, still blindfolded and still in the leather cuffs, out of the play room and into the living room. The blindfold was taken off and I was standing there butt naked in a room with 20, yes 20 fully dressed men and 1 very young girl wearing only a collar and leash. Someone had obviously brought their own slave to the party. Introductions were short and to the point, I was introduced as Kunt, the "whore we get to fuck," and the young girl was called 12 and was there for "whatever we need the slut to do." I was given a tube of bright cocksucker red lipstick and told to put it on. My hands were fastened behind my back and I was pushed to my knees. He told me that each man would stand in front of me and that I had ...