After kissing my forehead He pressed again on the end of the plug and then straightened up on His barstool. I watched Him warily, wondering what He had planned for the evening. I was now fairly certain He had brought me in here for more than just to grab a quick beer and put me on a quiet display. The tension was palpable as I knelt there, my mind racing with scenarios, none of which particularly appealed to me. Biting back a groan, I belatedly remembered Him telling Mistress to grab the toys and meet us here. What grounded me and kept me calm, was the knowledge that both Master and Mistress would not allow true physical harm to befall me. Erotic pain, yes…physical and lasting harm, no. The other thing that fueled my desire to submit, to please Him, was the look of pride I saw shining in His eyes as He looked down at me.

“That’s one sexy bitch you got there, brother” I heard a voice say from directly behind me. “Where can I get one?” The knot of men gathered around us all chuckled and I shivered slightly and lowered my eyes. I sensed Master swiveling around in His barstool to address the stranger. My heart skipped a beat when He said, “Why thank you. She’s really one-of-a-kind. Let me show you what she’s good for” and roughly pulled me up by the leash until I was standing. To my dismay, He shoved my face into the bartop, causing the plug to burrow into my mouth and my nose press firmly against the sticky bar. I could smell the sour, stale smell of old beer as Master lifted the back edge of my skirt, showing the men my naked ass and pussy. I bit down on the gag as He pulled my ass cheeks widely apart and then roughly nudged my feet further apart by kicking at my ankles. The knot of men were now pressed so tightly around us I almost felt claustrophobic. I focused my attention on Master and let the presence of the others fade in my mind, like static during a song.

Suddenly, I felt something cold and hard press against my asshole. My eyes widened in alarm and I moaned despite my embarrassment. I felt His warm hand pressing firmly into my upper back, right between my shoulder blades. “Show us how you like to fuck, my filthy little anal-whore. Fuck your ass onto this or I’ll push it up there myself.” I knew that if I left it up to Him to do it, the penetration would be much more painful and humiliating than it already was. I pressed my ass backwards onto the object and bit down on the plug as I felt Master’s hot saliva hit the crack of my ass and drip down, helping to lubricate it. “Go ahead guys, add your own” He said, and within moments, I felt the spittle of a dozen men landing on my ass. I felt like Alice in Wonderland going down the rabbit hole. Everything was Master….Master was everything. His pleasure was my pleasure. The realization that I was pleasing Him with my actions sparked an arousal within me and I moaned, my face pink with embarrassment as I pressed back firmly and rolled my hips.

Master’s hand moved up my body until He was pressing firmly on the back of my head. The plug was now pressed so deep in my mouth that I couldn’t breathe. I gagged and my eyes watered as my body demanded that I draw air into my lungs. I struggled and twisted my hips, pushing as far back as I could reach, hoping that Master would be pleased and allow me some air.

“Here, take it. Fuck her with it.” I heard Him say and the object twisted inside me as it exchanged hands. “Right on man!” I heard a stranger’s voice say and then then it was moving within me. Any pain I had been feeling quickly bloomed into pleasure and as Master yanked my head up by the hair and spit on my face, I moaned loudly. My hips danced against the pressure and I could feel the telltale tingle of an orgasm beginning to build within me.