Retelling

"So, tell me: what did he do with you?"

"Well, as soon as we got inside I knew I had to strip."

"Inside the club?"

"Yes. Thankfully it's nice and warm in there. So I stripped naked and Mal put the collar 'round my neck, attached the leash then took me into the large main room. It's dimly lit and I could feel cold tiles under my feet."

My husband, Shaun, was always curious about what my Master had done with me. Every time I recounted the night before I was made to sit on the bed beneath a spotlight. I would be naked, while he sat in a dark corner holding his lubed-up dick, quietly stroking himself while he listened and grew ever more hungry for me.

"How many were in the room?"

"About 20 people, mostly men but maybe three or four other naked women."

"Go on."

"Mal led me to the middle of the room where a thick chain hung from the ceiling. He tied my wrists together then attached them to the chain above my head. Someone handed him a spreader bar which he shackled to each of my ankles."

"So your arms were stretched above you and your legs stretched apart for all to see?"

"Yes, there was no way I could cover myself now. But that wasn't enough for Mal. He attached another chain to my collar, then looped it through a large ring in the floor. Using one hand to loosen the chain holding my arms he used the other hand to tug on the chain at my collar."

"Forcing you to bend over?"

"Exactly. Now I was fully on display, both holes spread for the men to stare at."

"Show me."

I spread my legs for him, showing him the wet lips between my legs. I heard gentle scuffs as my husband's hand grazed his shirt each time it moved up and down his dick, which it was now doing with increased rapidity.

"Go on."

"Mal invited some men to come and look more closely and then, once they'd enjoyed the view, they stood back so that Mal could use his flogger on me. His aim, as ever, was perfect and he contrasted heavy thuds with stinging whips from the very ends of the fronds."

"Show me."

Turning around on the bed I posed on all fours, displaying the still-red glow of my ass for my husband. He made an approving noise then ordered me to resume my seated pose.

"Go on."

"I was flogged, spanked and cropped. The other men occasionally took over. One of them asked if he could attach nipple clamps, which Mal agreed to."

"Clover clamps?"

"Yes, they pinched painfully. Meanwhile the other women had been shackled to benches or put into cages so that they could be flogged or fucked with toys. Mal wanted to see me getting fucked with a toy and so he handed one of the men some lube and gave a dildo to an other."

"Ass or cunt?"

"Cunt, to begin with."

"Show me."

I sat back, moved my legs further apart and spread my cunt with my fingers, showing Shaun the hole where last night I'd received that cold, rubbery toy. Shaun took a sharp intake of breath and slowed his masturbating; I knew that he'd come close to orgasming.

"Go on."

"I'd been ordered not to cum, but Mal was in a particularly sadistic mood and pressed a vibrator to my clit. I held out for as long as I could but the combination of dildo and vibrator was too much to resist."

"He punished you for cumming?"

"Immediately. He asked someone to remove the dildo from my now very wet hole, someone else was given lube to push into my ass. I couldn't see who was doing what but I knew that I'd lost the privilege of being fucked in the cunt. Instead I felt the gentle press of the dildo against my asshole and gasped when it slid inside."

"And the vibrator?"

"Gone. Now the men watched as I was fucked in the ass."

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Being watched?"

"Yes, and the feeling of that dildo in your ass?"

"I did, yes."

Shaun approached the bed, grabbed the back of my knees and lifted. My legs were now around his shoulders and my butt raised above the bed. His slick cock eased into my ass.

"Go on," he grunted.

"By now some of the men had begun to present their cocks to my mouth, I obediently sucked on them. I... ah..."

Shaun was now thrusting deep inside me. This wasn't an unpleasant experience, nor was it particularly stimulating. But the fact that I was being used as his fuck hole sent shivers across my cunt and I had to concentrate hard to finish my retelling.

"... I gasped when the dildo was pulled out and replaced with someone's dick. A dick so girthy that I was glad the dildo had stretched me out a bit."

"Whose dick?"

"I don't know, my eyes were facing the ground. All I could see was the chain between by nipples and whoever's cock was currently in my mouth."

Pausing to once again stave off orgasm, Shaun spanked my ass while holding my legs up with his other arm. I knew that he couldn't stay on the edge much longer.

"Go on."

"Although I couldn't see exactly what was happening I knew that, after each cock had been sucked, it took its turn in my ass before coming back around again to my mouth. The men were in a constant cycle of being sucked, watching and wanking, fucking my ass, watching and wanking, then being sucked again."

"How long did this go on for?"

"Maybe half an hour? Mixed in with the wet sound of lube- and spit-wet dicks slipping in and out of me were the cries of the other women as they, too, were fucked. At some point I began to hear the lower-pitched groans of orgasming men."

"Inside you?"

"No, only you're allowed to do that."

"Good girl. Go on."

"My men were, however, close to finishing. I could feel them getting harder and harder in my ass. Mal gave them permission to cum over my butt, which they all did one by one until I could feel it dripping down the back of my thighs."

That last description spoke directly with Shaun's cock. Just as I had last night I felt a swelling hardness inside me, except this time I could enjoy the sensation of a dick throbbing then pumping its warm ejaculate deep in my ass. My husband had reclaimed me as his own in a fountain of cum and a triumphant roar of pleasure.

"Go on," he eventually said once he'd recovered and fallen beside me on the bed.

"Mal cleaned me up, unshackled me and held me close. The men all kissed me goodbye and, finally, I was handed back my clothes."

"He's a good man."

"You're both good men."

Shaun wrapped his arms around waist, I ignored the sticky feeling of his juices seeping from me. I'd officially been returned to my husband, at least for a few days. I was due to be shared with Mal again next weekend.