I expected him to leave.  I expected to be left alone with three strangers trusting only their word.

But i am scared.  I’m anxious and excited.  I want to experience something new and wild.  I want be pushed though i know i may be uncomfortable and even miserable.  I want to get this part over.  I want to do them often so that i may accept them and enjoy them for their physical pleasure without my mental blocks.  I want to be able to please Master without disgust.  I still want to know the taste a woman.  This may be my greatest failure yet.  It has been since day one that i was collared i believe that Master expressed this desire.  Time and again i have failed to take advantage of a possible situation; allowing my own emotional discomfort the delay Master’s pleasure.

This was a woman with a smooth sensual voice and a smooth healthy body.  I ached to see Master watching as i first placed my face between her thighs.  I abruptly wonder how sadistic these people will be with me.  I wonder if they will refresh the bruises fading on my slut body.

My Dom returns with pulling a cart its stacked with folding camp chairs and a cooler.  “Fucking meat pig get the hell over here and set up our chairs”

I unfold the chairs and place them along the wall in a semi circle facing my concrete bed.  I open the cooler to find beer, champagne, water, and glasses.

“May i fetch you and your guests a drink Sir”

“You may fetch us drinks slut.  You may fetch me and my guests drinks, stupid slut.  Drinks.”

My Dom shakes his head apologetically to his guests.  They chat about my limits and property claims as i pour imported beer for he and Dom Jacob and champagne for Italian loafers and Mistress.  I long for a taste of the brut Korbel.  I love the sweet champagne.  Its so rare that someone else buys it over the dry it seems.  I remember drinking it from Waterford crystal a lifetime ago.

“Sir, may this slut have a water please” I have been told by Master that i am expected to ask for my needs and help Him take care of Master’s slut.

“Does the little fucking cum pig want some of this water.  I don’t think so.  I think an ignorant fucking bitch like you can get your water from the toilet.  Drink from the toilet scum pig.  Let us see you drink like the dog you are.”

“Thank You Sir”  I crawl to the toilet and stick my head inside slurping for cold water while trying not to have it flood my nose.  I use my hand to shovel more into my mouth.  I fear that i will become dehydrated easily with four trainers to serve.

“Cum now”

“I spread my legs and allow the cum to be seen by all as it squirts to the floor, splashing back and running down my legs.  I can smell my cum.  I am embarrassed that all can smell me cum.” I lower my eyes and wait.