I had known that this night was going to happen for a while. Master had been talking about it for a while, and I was worried. He was having some friends over and he fully expected me to serve all of them. And I mean serve in the fullest sense of the word.
He'd carefully chosen my attire; a brief mini skirt and a low cut blouse. The blouse was so small and tight that my full breasts were barely contained, and you could see the brown of my areolas through the white cotton. I had on very high heels, and nothing else, and if I'd bent over, you'd have caught a glance of my smooth pussy. He'd supervised me as I'd applied my makeup, so that when it was complete I looked like the slut I was.
When the doorbell rang I jumped, moved as if to hide in the kitchen.
"Tessia!" Master growled, and his large hand reached out and grabbed my tiny wrist, halting my progress.
Tremulously, I lifted my face to his, and cringed at the stern look in his dark eyes. Sighing in defeat, I walked to the front door, my eyes to the hardwood floor as befitting my station. Opening the door, I took the coats of the men who were standing there. I jerked in protest when one of them reached out and casually tweaked my nipple. Master cleared his throat warningly, and I forced myself to hold still as his hands fondled my breast. Another man slid up behind me, his hand slipping smoothly under my skirt, and sliding along the crack of my ass.
Shivering, I looked to my master, and I could feel reassurance pouring from him. I relaxed, knowing that he was in control and that I was pleasing him. My eyes still glued to him, I could feel my nipples began to tighten, and my pussy grew moist under their rough ministrations, and I moaned softly.
"Why don't we move this into the comfort of the living room?" Master abruptly suggested. "Believe me, you'll all have plenty of time with Tessia."
Reluctantly the men released me, and we all trailed into the living room. Master had moved the furniture against one wall. Against the opposite wall, laying on the floor, was a set of shackles. A short chain attached them so that while in them I would be unable to rise to my feet. Standing against the wall, where they could all see me, I slowly shimmied out of my clothing, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, and yes excitement.
It was very arousing to know that all these men wanted me, that I was making their cocks hard.
Master came over, and lifted my breasts, showing off their weight and size, almost as if I was cattle, or a slave on the block to be sold. His thumb brushed over one painfully tight tip, and I bit back a moan. Then Master put a firm hand on my shoulder and pushed me to the ground, carefully locked the shackles around my ankles and wrists, being careful not to cut off the circulation to my hands and feet. Then he attached one end of a leash to my collar, and the other to a hook in the wall.
I knew from previous sessions that I wasn't going anywhere. Picking up my blindfold from the table, he wrapped it around my face so that I couldn't see anything.
I could hear the men getting up from the couch and moving toward me, so I knew that Master had signaled that it was time for the fun to begin. I jumped skittishly at the first lewd touch to my bottom, but wasn't able to go far with my leash so tight.
I could feel Masters reassuringly stroke my back, and I settled down, knowing he was there, watching. A different set of hands came out and touched my breasts, fingering the tightening nipples, and a groan ripped its way from my throat.
"Nice little slut you have here." the man playing with my breasts said to my master. The man caressing my bottom slid his hands down the crease of my ass, a finger slipping in my oozing pussy.
