The Weekend Part 3

The Playroom

Once outside, Master made the most of humiliating me as he allowed me to relieve myself by the tree again by lifting my leg like a dog. I had my enemas repeated like the previous day and stayed on all fours as Master lathered me with soap and hosed me down with the frigid garden hose water. As I remained on all fours, Master towel dried me while I shivered in the morning sun. Grabbing my leash, he lifted me onto my feet.

“You may walk on your feet slave, since we are going downstairs,” he said as he tugged me towards the door again.

Once inside, he led me down the flight of stairs into the basement. The basement was partially finished and cold. The walls were without drywall and the floor was concrete. Scattered throughout the basement were what appeared to be various restraints and BDSM equipment.

“Welcome to my playroom, my bitch. Please have a look around.”

I gazed around in nervous excitement, somehow unable to move my feet to approach anything. I marvelled at the numerous chains and cuffs hanging from ceiling and wall studs alike and the 2 St. Andrew’s crosses in the corners of the room. There was also an old sofa couch against the far wall and a large mattress on the floor. There was a large screen television in another corner along with Master’s video camcorder mounted on a tripod. I swallowed hard knowing that I would be doing unimaginable things in Master’s playroom over the next 2 days and having it all immortalized on video. Towards the centre of the basement was an old bed of sorts on a rusted metal frame. Looking closer, I realized it was a makeshift bondage bed. My facial expression must have betrayed my nervousness as my Master looked at me and smiled.

“That particular bed is perfect for you, my pet. It has been readjusted to your every measurement.”

It didn’t look particularly impressive, although I wasn’t quite sure how it was designed to work.

“Let’s see how it fits,” he said.

He led me over to the device which consisted of a padded bed mattress sitting on a metal frame about 3 feet high off the ground with a 2 foot high metal railed foot board and headboard. On the left side of the bed ran a metal rail from the headboard to the foot board about a foot above the mattress.

“Sit,” Master commanded. I sat on the bed nervously as he walked over to grab a box beneath the bed. I watched nervously as he slowly began to remove several restraints and chains from the bag. “These belted restraints go onto your ankles and wrists. Strap them firmly in place.” He tossed them to me as I began to put them on.

“Good,” Master said upon seeing me suited in his restraints. “Now, sit on the edge of the mattress in the middle of the bed and then lie back so your head is towards the side rail.”

I did so as Master came over and helped position me. He lifted my one leg and brought it towards my head. “Bring your legs up towards your head.”

I did the best I could as Master hooked a chain to each ankle restraint. I heard the clicks as Master locked the chains of my ankle restraints to the side rail. Fortunately, it was not terribly uncomfortable as my feet were only about 3 feet apart and I was still able to bend somewhat at my knees. Master then grabbed my wrists and moved my arms on top of my restrained legs so that my elbows helped pin my legs down. I heard the click as he locked each wrist restraint chain to hooks on the headboard and footboard. Unlike the restraints holding my legs in place, the chains on my wrist restraints were pulled tight and did not allow any give to bend my arms at all. My arms were locked in the extended position and kept my open legs pinned and splayed apart.

“Perfect access to these holes, don’t you think?” he asked sarcastically as he brushed his finger over exposed crotch.

I looked at Master very nervously from that vulnerable position – flat on my back, arms and legs immobilized from the wrists and ankles, spread eagle legs pinned down by my restrained arms and fully exposed just at the bed’s edge.

“Try to move now,” he said as he suddenly inserted his thumb into my pussy and 2 fingers into my ass. I gasped in shock and instinctively flailed my hips. I was able to squirm somewhat but I was secure to the bed. A wry smile of satisfaction grew across Master’s face.

“But this toy is for another time, my pet” he said. “Right now, I need you to listen to me carefully. This weekend is about pushing your limits. So, while I will respect them, you will also be open to my interpretations of your limits. You must trust me as your Master. For example, you and I agreed to sex without protection this weekend on the basis we both had our medical STD papers. Know that this weekend you will be engaging in unprotected sex with more than just me, but whomever I wish. You must trust that I have secured the medical papers of all those who will use you this weekend and that I will share yours with them. Do you understand slut?”

“Y-y-yes, Master,” I said nervously. “I didn’t plan on involving more people Master…”

Master smiled and began moving his fingers in and out of my ass making me squirm in discomfort. “No, you did not, pet. However, you did not include it as a limit, so you will capitulate. You need to learn your place as a slut and a whore and I will be most pleased to train you as a worthy addition to my kennel. Now, I will unlock you from the bed and you will go upstairs to the bathroom and fix your hair and apply some makeup and perfume – nothing too fancy or slutty – do it as if you were going to work. I want you to be comfortable – I have a surprise for you. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied as he unlocked me from the bed. He removed the restraints leaving me naked save for my collar. “Once finished, wait for me to bring you some clothes,” he said.

I went upstairs into the bathroom and found my makeup bag there waiting for me. I closed the door and began putting on my face. It was nothing overly done for work – just some moderate foundation, blush, eye shadow, mascara and a spritz of perfume. As I finished and began combing the knots out of my hair, I heard Master approach the door. I opened the door and Master looked at me approvingly with a bag in hand.

“Don’t you look lovely and natural? Hard to believe such an angelic face belongs to such a dirty slut. Here you are my pet – I hope you like it,” he said as he handed me the bag.

“Thank you, Master,” I said, opening the bag to find a skimpy red lace bra, a matching red G-string and a pair of red fence net stockings. A perfect mix of sexy and slutty I thought to myself as I slipped into the lingerie in front of my Master he smiled in approval.

“You look delicious, my pet” he said, as I finished rolling the top of one stocking up my thigh.

“Thank you, Master,” I replied. “May I get my heels from my suitcase, Master?”

“No, my pet,” he answered. “I want you to get your work uniform and wear it on top. This lingerie underneath is like your true self – a sexy and uninhibited slut, while your work clothes represents everything the world sees – a regular girl fitting into society.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said. It was quite a contrast in clothes. I worked for a grocery chain as a floral department operator and the uniforms were decidedly unsexy, to say the least. A dark green somewhat fitted tunic emblazoned with the company name and logo, black slacks and black running shoes. Master had asked that I pack my work uniform and went to the next room to retrieve it from my suitcase. As I unceremoniously began to get dressed over my lingerie, Master mused out loud from the doorway.

“Almost like you’re hiding that inner slut with your everyday work uniform, isn’t it?” As I slipped on my running shoes, I covered the red fence net stockings over my feet – hiding the last of my lingerie.

“Look at you, all ready for work,” Master retorted. “Except for that collar, of course – the only piece showing what you truly are underneath.” Master took the leash out from his pocket and attached it to my collar. “Now, like a dog, slut!” he bellowed as I quickly got on all fours. “Even with your work clothes on Jane, you are still just a slut with that collar on, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Master – I am a slut,” I replied.

“Good. Now we’re going to go back downstairs. You will walk down carefully on all fours – it will be difficult, but you will do so with me leading the way with your leash. Once we get down there, we will make our way to the couch – me leading you on all fours of course. On that couch are 3 men, or guests shall we say, that entered when you were in the bathroom putting on your makeup. You will be their entertainment this afternoon and you will please them with all of your holes. When instructed, you will satisfy them with enthusiasm like the true slut you are. You will take their cocks without condoms and you will accept their seed anywhere on or in you – is that understood?”

“Y-y-yes Master,” I stuttered nervously.

“First, once we get down there, I will walk you up to about 10 feet from the men on the couch. You will be more nervous than you know, but you will stay on all fours until I remove the leash. At that point, you will stand, say nothing and wait until I start the music. I will play 3 songs – you are to dance for your guests – tease them for what is to come but do not touch them. When a song ends, you are to stand at attention facing them. Despite your unsexy work attire, you will make it a seductive performance. During each song, you will slowly remove one part of your uniform. First song – your running shoes, then your jacket and finally your pants – slowly shedding the good working girl clothes until the slutty real you is exposed in your lingerie. Then the real fun begins Jane. We’ll discuss that once we get there.” Master reached down and grabbed my chin and locked my gaze into his eyes. “You will make me a proud Master, won’t you Jane?”

“Yes Master,” I instinctively replied.

“Good, then let’s go,” he said as he led me on all fours by my leash towards the stairs.

My heart raced again knowing I was about to be taken by 3 complete strangers. Then the humiliating thought of dancing and stripping for them filled my mind. My thoughts got distracted as Master led me slowly down the stairs. I was difficult crawling on all fours but eventually I got to the last step with just some sore knees. I kept my head down but I could see the men’s silhouettes in my peripheral vision as I slowly was led to them on my hands and knees. As Master stopped in front of the couch, I looked up at the 3 men seated on the couch.  I gasped and my stomach dropped.