The Group II- Still a Slave - Sex Stories

The Group II- Still a Slave

The evening ended gently.

After being ravaged by Greg’s Group, I had nothing left. After countless orgasms, Greg, my reliable fuck-buddy, took my sweat and cum covered body to his place. He bathed me and tucked me into bed. I slept soundly, waking to a dream of being exposed and used by strangers.

That dream left me wet and hot but in an empty bed. I could smell coffee as it wafting in. In seconds my hand found my pussy and began to play. Then, I remembered I was at Greg’s place. I decided I needed to buy another vibrator to keep here. My fingers had commenced their probing when Greg entered the room wearing only boxer shorts.

He looked down at me. “You survived!”

“Yes, but my recollection of last night is driving me out of my mind,” I responded.

He noticed the blankets moving where my waist was. He smiled and drew the blankets down, exposing me. I didn’t stop masturbating. Instead, I rolled his way, spread my legs, and allowed him to see all of me and what I was doing to myself. I loved it.

I am an intelligent, educated, professional woman. My career requires me to travel, lead others, and oversee a significant organization. This makes it so insanely electrifyingly, exciting to be owned, which is exactly what was happening with Greg.

Last night’s experience could only happen with him. I trusted him and now I would do anything he wanted. I had been used by a group of men and women in unimaginable ways, but it was for him, and he knew it was what I wanted. ...

... To say I was becoming his slave was not too strong a term.

He lowered his shorts and lay down beside me. This time he made love to me. It was slow, gentle, and tender. He gave rather than took. I knew I was his, as well as he was mine.

When we were done, he said, “Next month is another gathering. There will be at least one new initiate. We will attend, both as members. However, you will still be leashed. I’ll buy you a new collar, befitting a member. You good with that?”

“Of course!” I responded as I snuggled closer and drifted back to sleep.

The month seemed like a year. While work was crushing, I knew my productivity was off as I pondered my next Group experience.

When it arrived, Greg showed up early to my house, in his car this time. He told me what to prepare. As instructed, I met him in a robe, freshly showered and shaved. We went to my bedroom, where I had laid out my simple attire, a black dress and heels. Nothing else.

He slid the robe from me and both examined and caressed me. It was as if he was shopping for a new business suit. But this wasn’t a new suit. This was me, Darlene, his property.

I dressed. Certainly covered, but just a thin fabric separated me from nudity.

We arrived at the same estate as before. This time we drove to the front door. Before allowing the valet to open my door, Greg handed me a collar of stainless steel. It was engraved with my name, Darlene. It was attached to a leather leash.

Greg walked around the car to my ...