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DARA'S TURN

"It's just you and me," Dara whispers. "Forget the audience."
"It's hard to do," I mumble as I stare at her gorgeous breasts and, past them, at the crowd of people looking on from beyond the stage.
"Ignore them..."

We initially said nothing public. This isn't public. This is private - sort of. Also, I'm wearing a mask. So is Dara. Still...

A few months ago, I was in a relationship with a girl called Jennifer. Hot as hell. A nude model too. Except that she did some porn. Nothing much. She stripped on camera, rubbed her pussy with her fingers, plugged a dildo inside her pussy, swapped it to her ass and came hard for the camera. We were together. She didn't tell me beforehand. I got mad at her. We broke up. End of story.

Except... I watched the video. It was hot as hell. My then girlfriend was staring into the camera and it was like she was staring at me. Daring me. I didn't take the hint then. I took the high road. Stupid me. Given all the slutty things I've been doing since last Thursday, well... let's just say I have no leg to stand on.

It's almost four AM. I am so exhausted, but I can't stop. I have to service Dara. Yes. Service. Put my mouth on her pussy and eat her for all she's worth. The mask covers the top of my face and head. I have nothing else on, and the people watching the scene - the lucky party goers - are going to get quite a show. I know Suzy and Marq, Henry, Winston, Jake and Charity are all there, along with six or seven other people I've never met. But these people know Dara. She introduced me as Her Highness (a play on my real name, I suppose). She paraded me in the bondage club after hours, dragged me to the stage and set herself down. The masks protect our anonymity.

"I... can do this," I whisper to myself.

So many people have already seen me fuck. What's a few more? I lean in and smell Dara's sex. With all the dicks I've had to suck in the last twenty fours hours, I crave some feminine contact. And Dara's pussy delivers, sweet, perfumed (she obviously took a few moments to refresh herself) and inviting. The onlookers are quiet. This isn't a rowdy bar: this is a place for bondaged sexuality and it has a certain class. My ass is raised as high as it will go as I bend my neck as low as possible while eating out Dara. Already, my pussy feels better, mostly recovered from my last activity down there.

"Oh... Your Highness... please continue..."

Dara moans with delight and it makes me want to give her more. There are few things more satisfying than being credited for the pleasure you give someone. I grab hold of Dara's hips so I can dig my tongue further inside her. I hear a few discreet sounds from the witnesses, but Dara's own drown their exact nature.

"Keep doing that... oooh..."

I feel my cunt glistening with juices once more; I wouldn't mind feeling another dick inside me right now. It doesn't happen, of course, because the entire focus of the scene is on the two of us. But it doesn't stop me from imagining the deed.

Dara is almost at her peak now. I can't deny her anything (nor do I want to) so I go for broke, hoping to get her to the best possible climax I can provide. She's there in a few heartbeats, grabbing my head and pinning it between her legs. Applause fuses from the onlookers. There's a master of ceremony that gets up on stage.

"That was a phenomenal show. Thank you, your Highness - and Lady Black."

Dara's stage name, apparently. We barely move. Dara motions the man over; he bends towards her and she whispers something in his ear.

"Now, our guest, her Highness, is not done yet... in fact, we need her partner to come up here on stage."

Suzy is also wearing a mask - and nothing else. She didn't bother redressing after we danced in the fountain. And, as it turns out, arriving naked at a bondage sex party isn't really frowned upon.

"We have a real treat for you tonight, friends," the man continues. "Her Highness is here with her new lover, the lovely Pastel."

Suzy's stage name, apparently. Maybe because her mask is that color. There's a cute reaction from the crowd.

"Now, in order to finalize their relationship... this being their first date, apparently... they have to go through a ritual."

He points to me.

"Her Highness is currently the property of one Jack of Spades."

Jake moves forward (he's not wearing a mask) but doesn't get up on stage.

"That's me!" he calls out.
"Excellent... now, sir, there is a clause in your contract with her Highness that allows her to be free of your control, is that so?"
"It is."
"And what is that clause?"

Is he going to fuck me on stage? Then again, how would it be different from anything else I've done tonight.

"Essentially, if we have intercourse, the deal is off."
"So you need to make love to her..."
"Correct..."

The man looks at me.

"Your Highness, do you desire to be free of your contract with Jack of Spades."
"I do."
"And are you willing to do what it takes?"
"I am..."
"Wait!" Jake intervenes.

All eyes turn to him.

"She is trading me for a new partner..."

He looks at Suzy.

"I wish to hear from Pastel..." he adds.

The master of ceremony turns to Suzy and she looks up at him.

"Do you wish to enter into a contract with her Highness?"
"If you're asking if I want to be with her, then yes," Suzy answers.
"And what are you offering in exchange, as a trade?" Jake asks.

Now I see where this is going. It makes me cringe but I won't act on it unless Suzy wants me to. She's been the most understanding partner so far and I plan to return the favor.

"Myself... and anything you wish to do to me."

I'm not surprised at the answer, but I do feel a pang of guilt for dragging her into this. Still, there is little I can do about it now. The master of ceremony picks up the pass.

"Well, this is interesting, friends. Wouldn't you agree?"

The crowd joins in on the playfulness. Some people start saying they want to see the contract through (essentially, watch Jake fuck me). Others start saying he should fuck Suzy first. From her look, it doesn't seem like Suzy would mind. Another thinks we should do something just the two girls, at least at first. But they all very quickly agree we need to be tied up. That's where Dara returns to the scene, bringing my hands behind my back, locking my wrists together with a lace band. I see her secure Suzy the same way. Then, she lifts both of us up, facing the crowd. The feeling of being exposed is intense, unlike anything I have ever seen. The mask provides that small layer of anonymity which completely makes this acceptable to me (and to Suzy apparently).

The master of ceremony moves closer to inspect us. As he's doing so, running his fingers along our frames, almost touching our skins, he whispers to us.

"The safe word is 'red'. If you say 'yellow', it halts the game but does not necessarily call it off... how far are you willing to go?"

I smile as I whisper back to him.

"So far, today, I've probably had sex roughly twenty times..."

He seems impressed.

"At this point, I'm up for anything and anyone..." I add.
"I get that, but how would you feel about sex with a stranger?" he inquires further. "Some of the boys that are here have been holding back all evening and, with what Lady Black and yourself just did, a few are eager to see how far they can go..."

Dara chimes in, as quietly as us.

"Are you better?" she asks me.
"Yeah... Had time to... unswell."

The three of us look at Suzy.

"I'm game for anything... in fact, I could do with something in me..."

Her candor is almost shocking. The master of ceremony seems to consider what has just been said. He finally turns to Jake.

"I think that, in fairness, the slave owner should call on which prize he wishes to claim for himself..."
"I'll take Pastel," he answers.
"An excellent decision..."

Jake starts climbing up on stage. A chair is brought to him and he sits there. They move Suzy towards him, getting her down to her knees. Jake unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock in her face. I keep quiet. There are so many things I want to say, but I can't. I don't. This one plays out. I watch Suzy wrap her lips around him and I think of how many times I have done that myself. I wasn't supposed to blow him, then I wasn't supposed to swallow him and now, I've had his cum in my mouth more times than I care to remember. And now, apparently, it's Suzy's turn.

Except that it's my turn as well. I see Henry move up onto the stage, a slightly sadistic smirk behind his mask. I can say no. I can say 'red'. But I won't. I don't.

"I have had this slave... four times now. Today. I can't get enough," he tells the crowd.

He's going to fuck me again. It's four AM and Henry is at it again. From the moment I walked into his apartment up to now, it feels like a constant stream of fucks from him. And he's hard this time - really stiff. This bondage place has now gone hardcore. The timid stuff, the vanilla, the paddling, that was for the beginning of the night. They bring him a chair so he can sit, facing the people. Dara dabs my vagina with some lubricant, rubbing it in. I'm instantly aroused : my body is expecting it now. With my hands tied behind my back, I have no choice but to face forward as I'm lowered towards Henry.

I can say no. I can say 'red'.

I am impaled on Henry a moment later. The crowd sees his shaft disappear into my womb, and I lose it completely. Wild, almost violent moans jump out of mouth. I'm tired. Terribly so. Exhausted from the day's length as much as from the sex. I need to sleep. But Henry fucks me and it's pure bliss. I need him and his cock. Everybody else is watching, waiting on us. I can't contain anything. The crowd is pleased at my complete surrender to his whims. And Henry is pleased to cheat, once more, by having his way with me.

Oddly enough, what happens next is completely unexpected. I climax on top of Henry, my body now a slave to primal urges, and I go limp. But it happens so fast that I topple to the stage floor and faint. And everyone is so surprised by my fall that no one is quick enough to catch me. I bump my head and darkness overtakes me...

In the following moments, I feel shapes hovering around me. Strong arms grab me and take me somewhere, but I don't know where. And then, I sleep. The pain in my forehead subsides and my last resistance is broken. I have been awake for roughly twenty hours, and they haven't been uneventful. Blowjobs, fucks, stunts, multiple partners, public activities, the anxiety, emotion and stress... I have gone from being a willing slave in a relationship with one guy to becoming a sex doll for four guys and three girls, rediscovered my love for my former flame, made amends to myself, been pumped full of cum in my mouth and pussy repeatedly, exposed to temperature variations, overstimulated, oversexed... I haven't eaten since last supper and I have barely drunk anything.

In my slumber, a shape huddles against mine. More than one, actually, at some point. It's not that I didn't want to do this. I was no longer conflicted by that moment. True, I want out of the relationship, but I was revelling in the sexual promiscuity and debauchery more than I dared to admit. And Henry... Winston... Marq... Dara... Charity... they were all great lovers. They got better as the night progressed. So it's not about them. I was even willing to let Jake fuck me. I was willing to let Suzy have her fun as well.

And yet, at some point, I just couldn't stand anymore. Pnysically stand, I mean. I was just too tired. That's why I fainted.

When I start stirring back to wakefulness, I immediately feel a presence beside me. My head is resting against someone's chest - a man's. I'm disconcerted for a moment, but I look up, my eyes still in a fog, to see the figure of Jake - my owner. I don't even move. I don't try to get away. We didn't fuck. He still owns me. By all rights, we sleep together in bed..

But we're not home. Not his. Not mine. The bed is way too comfortable. My hand wanders across his body. He's naked. So am I. The alarm clock in the room we're in reads that it's past 10AM. I need a drink. I need to pee. I try to move out of the bed, but this wakes him up. His hand holds me against him.

"hmm...?"
"It's me," I reply softly. "I just need to go to the bathroom. I'll come back."

He lets me go. I carry out my need, gulping down a tall glass of water. This looks like a hotel room, but it's also different somehow. I get back to him, not bothering to check what's beyond the door. As I climb into bed, he shifts sideways to give me a little bit more room. He pulls the covers off of him and I see him naked, fully exposed.

"Are you ok?"
"I'm better. Still a bit tired."
"And last night?"
"I'm sorry about it... I couldn't... I just... too tired."
"I understand. We really pushed you a lot."

Why is he so nice? I want to hate him. He's my master. He blackmailed me. And yet, he leans in, kisses my lips, and I let him. His hand caresses my exposed body; my eyes wander to his crotch and I see the morning wood. My hand starts reaching down - conditioned to please him - but he intercepts it, brings it back to my breast.

"No... not like this..."

I'm a little intrigued. His own hand slides down to between my legs, to my sex, and he starts gently teasing me. I let him work me up. He shifts my legs apart and moves over my shape, and I feel his erection press against my opening. I let out a heavy pant.

"You deserve to be free, Prissy... and I want this. I'm stupid for not doing this before."

He kisses me. I return the passion.

"Call me Princess... all my lovers do..."

It only takes another moment before he plunges his dick inside me and starts plowing into me like the world is ending. And I'm instantly made aware of how much I've been longing to feel him inside me, with everything he's already done to me. I'm free, yes, but all I want at that time is for him to take me like a slave, his slave... to use me, to give me more...

I choose freedom and slavery. You can have your cake and eat it too.