1 comments/ 35924 views/ 4 favorites Sarah's Saturday Initiation By: buddhahat --------- Saturday sarah slept late Saturday morning. Without her Master in bed on the weekend she was not made to wake up first thing and orally service him as she had now become accustomed to doing. It was nice to be able to sleep as long as she wanted though she was feeling somewhat aroused and wished he was beside her...her mouth on his cock...feeling it harden in her mouth as he wakes up... waiting for either his release in her mouth or for him to indicate that she should mount him and have his cock fill her aching pussy...sarah pressed her legs together and felt the still, new smoothness of her completely waxed sex. The sensation aroused her further. She yearned to reach between her legs and press her hand onto her pussy...a finger onto her now throbbing clit...slip a finger inside... Stop! she told herself. She had been given specific instructions not to touch herself when her Master left her on Wednesday evening. He would know if she had when he asked her and he would punish her severely if she disobeyed such a direct instruction. Of course, now that she was thinking about how she might be punished it was turning her on all over again... Time to get up and get on with the day. Oh, yes. It is Saturday. Tonight there is something that we are to attend...definitely something is going on. What is it? sarah thought back over the last week. The odd visit to the private doctor, the tests, the lack of hard punishment since that time....what would happen tonight? Her Master had left an envelope for her to open today and now she did so: You will be picked up this evening at 7:30pm. You are to have eaten a light dinner. You are to have bathed and cleaned yourself thoroughly. Do not wear any perfumes or scented body oils. You are to wear the black dress with the low V neckline. Wear the black sheer thong. No stockings. Black high heels. Do not wear a bra. No jewelry. Minimal make-up. Wear your public collar with the locket with my initials. Would he meet her there? Was she going alone? Who would be there? Too many questions running around her mind. Time to take care of the many tasks she had on her list for the day. ---- 7:25pm and sarah was ready...for what she didn't know, but she had prepared herself exactly has her Master had required. One last look in the mirror; she decided that she looked great. The dressed conformed to her thin frame. The plunging V of the neckline showed the slight swell of her breasts. The points of her nipples were evident. She looked like a sexy 30-something going out on the town. The choker reminded of her of other aspects of the evening however. She had to admit; she was nervous. 7:30pm. Time to go. The driver said nothing to her as he opened the door and closed it after she got into the black sedan. The windows were blacked out. The car was private; no limo company tags or marks. There was a partition between her and the driver. No communication forthcoming she supposed. A note tucked into the seat back pocket with one word written on the envelope: Slave. You will be greeted at the door and whatever information you need at that will be provided. Do not speak. You will do EVERYTHING that you are told. This is my desire. Master James sarah shivered. The car sped uptown. ---- The car stopped. sarah knew she was once again in the upper west side but had never been on this street. Brownstones; large ones. Some looked as if they had been joined together in the past. The door opened for her and she was pointed to the house directly facing. The driver indicated she should go *down* the steps to the lower door instead of the main door. She was uncertain as to whether she should knock when the door opened just as she was about to. A blond woman about her same age appeared at the door. She too was dressed in a black dress with black choker. Very much like the clinic visit, sarah thought to herself. The woman touched sarah on the arm and made a small motion for her to follow her into the lower reaches of the brownstone. They came into what looked like a small study. There was a day bed as well as a small table with a number of small boxes neatly arranged. A restroom off to one side, the door slightly ajar. sarah could see a large make-up mirror and a number of cosmetic products in there. Another woman similarly attired woman came into the room through another door. Suddenly a man's voice, behind her: "Your Master is already upstairs. These two slaves will prepare you so that you are appropriate for the evening's...events." sarah knew better than to swivel around to look at the man. She could sense his testing of her training. sarah only nodded her head in the affirmative. The new woman motioned for sarah to come into the restroom and sit at the mirror. What little make up she had already applied was now stripped away and the woman set to work on her hair and make-up. Her hair was pulled back and bound in a soft pony tail. Her eyes were darkened and the woman applied a light, natural looking blush. Simple but quite professionally done. And clearly she was working to some specification. That done. The woman spoke for the first time. "You should use the toilet now if necessary." She made no indication she was going to leave so sarah used the restroom in front of her. The woman said, "Now miss m will help prepare you." And motioned for sarah to return to the study. The blond ("miss m" presumably) said simply, "Take off your choker and your dress. Leave your panties and shoes on." sarah did so. miss m folded the dress neatly and placed on the day bed. The choker she took and removed the monogramed locket, then folded the choker neatly in half. She opened one of the boxes sitting on the table and took out a somewhat ornate black leather slave collar. She attached the locket to the new collar and then came to stand behind sarah. As the woman placed the collar on sarah's neck, sarah noticed there was additional writing on her new slave collar but she could make it out. sarah now stood in the room in high heels, sheer black thong and a slave collar. "Wait," the woman said and walked out the room. Minutes elapsed. sarah was slightly chilled, her nipples hardening as she shivered slightly. From fear or the cold she couldn't tell. The woman returned holding a leather strap in her hand. The strap turned out to be a leash and she proceeded to attach the leash to the front ring of sarah's collar. A new presence in the room. Male. "Our new slave is almost ready I see. Very well. Let us proceed." Her Master's voice. sarah was relieved yet her heart skipped a beat and began to race. With those words, miss m, knelt down and pulled sarah's panties down off her hips, down her legs and then picked up each sarah's feet to step her out of her last remaining article of modesty. The blonde gazed momentarily at eye level at sarah's exposed, naked vulva then stood up. The blonde then lifted the leash and held it up over her head as she knelt again, waiting for her Master to take the leash. He came into view. A mask. Her Master's face was hidden by a mask. He was dressed in black formal wear but no bowtie. He looked at sarah directly and she immediately averted her gaze down to the floor. He took the leash from the kneeling woman and then turned and led sarah down a short hallway to a set of stairs going up. He didn't tug particularly hard on the leash but the feeling was firm and sarah was in no doubt as to his control. Up the stairs and into a wider hallway. sarah could now here other voices in the room toward the end. Male voices. "oh god..." she wanted to moan. Slave collar. Leash. Completely nude. Not even any pubic hair to hide her from who knows how many men's gaze. She was trembling now. Not from desire but from fear. What had her Master planned for her? They entered a grand room. Full of men. sarah processed a number of things at once. The furniture was baroque, ornate and seemed to tend toward reds and velvets. The wood in the room was dark. There were a lot of mirrors. The lighting was generally dark but there were pools of bright light shining on a number of specific looking...appliances. There were at least 15 men in the room. Perhaps more. They all wore masks just as her Master did. All conversation ceased as the gathered men stopped to look at what was being presented to them. sarah could sense the tightening of their focus. "Kneel," her Master commanded. sarah immediately did so. A voice spoke, the one that had spoken to her earlier. He addressed the room: " Gentlemen, with great pleasure I welcome you all to another gathering of The Guiding Hand. Tonight is a special evening because we have a newcomer who is petitioning to join our society. I have spoken to each of you about Master J's qualifications and we are all in agreement that he meets all of our stringent requirements. There is one final hurdle, of course. We must collectively evaluate the fruit of his labors. We shall see his training method and end results in action. And of course we must determine if this slave kneeling before us is worthy of joining the collective we have assembled. He continued, "Let it be known that she is clean in all respects. She has been made ready as to our standards and is unmarked. She will now be put up for your inspection." With that, sarah's Master tugged at the leash for her to stand and he led her to a low mirrored table illuminated by spotlights. She knew to get onto the table and she did so, coming to rest on her hands and knees. Knees spread to shoulder width. She had done this at home at his command many many times but, this, well, there were who knows how many pairs of eyes looking her over this time... Her Master spoke,"Gentlemen. Submitted for your approval. And enjoyment. As you will...." With that, he unhooked the leash and stepped back. sarah knelt in position not knowing exactly what was going to happen. would men just start taking her? What was meant by "clean in all respects?" Was that linked to the clinic visit? Had she been tested so that she could be used unsafely? As these questions raced around her head, sarah noticed that conversation resumed somewhat and she could hear drinks being poured and ice clinking in glasses. In ones and twos, masked men walked around her inspecting her body so prominently on display. She kept her gaze lowered but could see the men in the many reflective surfaces around her. She felt a hand tracing the contour of her left buttock. A hand cupping a breast. Hands working on her nipples making them harden. Then left alone for a while. Now more men walking around her. No one remarking directly about her. Each in their own private thoughts as they took in the slave before them. sarah was now aroused. It was an overwhelming situation. She put aside the need for control. Relinquishing it to her Master and these strangers. sarah had had her fair share of lovers over the years but in a half hour's time the number of men that had gazed at her naked, wet pussy easily doubled. Now she felt hands spreading her ass wider. A rough hand palming her cunt from underneath. Fingertips on the button of her ass. Hands becoming more invasive. More demanding. Now a finger pushed into her mouth. One word with it: "suck." And she did. Sucked on the stranger's finger like the cock that surely would be shoved into her mouth later. The sharp pain of an open hand on her ass. Each cheek. Followed by hard squeezing... Several men around her. All anonymous. Pulling on her nipples. Spanking her ass. Fingering her cunt... She felt warm liquid down the inside of her left thigh. She knew she was dripping from her excitement. "Gentlemen!" All hands leave her. Her inspectors turn to the speaker. "I trust you have all inspected this slave and that she meets your approval thus far." Muttered approval followed this statement. "Now, the drawing." The man went to a sideboard and retrieved a black bag that rattled with a plastic sound as he shook it. He addressed sarah, "slave, come down here and kneel in front of me." sarah complied immediately. "Now reach into this bag and pull out one chip." sarah reached in and felt a number of cold plastic chips. She plucked one at random and wondered what she was giving away or what would be given to her... "Nine," the man yelled out. Shouts and murmurs. "Now draw the queue. First nine white tiles." The man announced. "slave, hold this bag for these men to draw from." With that the man gave sarah a bag to hold. The men loosely lined up in front of the kneeling sarah and one by one reached into the bag. Each withdrew a disc. Those who drew white went to one side, those who drew black went to the other. Quickly the nine white disks were selected. "slave. Nine is the number of these gentlemen that you will be required to sexually service before this evening ends. Any of the 16 men here tonight may play with you but the selected ones you must bring to orgasm in whatever way they require." sarah knew there was no way she could possibly satisfy this requirement and trembled in fear. "Let us proceed" A slender man in a half-face mask moved toward a grouping of furniture. "slave come here," he indicated with his hand as he sat on a sofa. sarah moved to the sofa and stood before him. "Lay over my lap." sarah moved into a position where she was laying over his lap. Knees slightly bent, ass pushed out somewhat. The other men gathered around. "A little warm up" is all he said and then proceeded to spank her ass. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! slap slap SLAP! SLAP! slapSLAP! No rhythm to what he was doing. He was just teasing her. Not letting her settle into sub-space, keeping her off balance instead. He reached his hand down the cleft of her ass and rubbed his finger along her slit. "Soaking wet." he announced. Of course, sarah had been wet for some time now but this was still a true observation. "slave likes being spanked in front of all these men, doesn't she?" "Yes, Sir" was all sarah could croak. "Let's see what else gets you off. Down on your knees." sarah knew what this meant. She scrambled off his lap and knelt between his legs. He was already working his zipper and belt. Opening pants. His cock sprang free. He held it in his right hand and pointed up and out toward sarah's face. "Kiss the head of my cock, slave," he ordered. sarah bent her head down and leaned forward with her hands still to her sides. Kissed the tip of his cock as directed. "Tongue" he commanded. She extended her tongue and licked the entire head of his dick. Tip of her tongue probing the opening... "Now suck it, slut." He said roughly and pulled her mouth down onto him. She almost gagged at his length. And she *was* a slut. Thus far, on a number of occasions she had been used by other men while her Master either watched or joined in but it had always been just one other. Now there were 15 other men including her Master watching her suck this stranger's cock. He held her by the pony tail and moved her head up and down his shaft. He kept hold of his own cock and she kept her hands at her sides. He pistoned in and out of her mouth and she felt him harden. In a very short time he grunted and she felt the first warm rush of his cum. She managed to swallow it all while he still moved in an out of her mouth. He stopped moving and she felt him soften in her mouth. "You're done, slave," he said in a hoarse whisper, "but I'm the easiest you'll have tonight." He said with a laugh. Some others chuckled as well. "You appear to be quite good at sucking cock, let's give you some more." Hands grasp her by the shoulders and pull her up. A man pushes her toward an illuminated column in the middle of the room. sarah is forced down on her knees with her back to the column, her arms pulled to each side and bound so that she is now unable to move. Black clad anonymous men come up to her, open their pants and slide their cocks into her mouth. Some tell her to lick, some tell her to suck. She does everything she is told. One after another they take her mouth. Some men are disrobing and when they get to her they are nude except for their masks. Some are already hard, some only partially so. They force themselves into mouth regardless. A succession of sensations of taste, size, texture: some average, several that are huge and bigger than she had ever experienced before, some circumcised and some not. No man spends more than a minute or 2 in her mouth before they move on. She notices that her Master is to the side watching her being used as a slave by so many different men. sarah yearns to suck his cock just as she is sucking off all the others... What seems like the last man spends more time fucking her mouth. His cock is quite thick and hard in her mouth. He pulls out of her mouth often and rubs his dick all over her face. Smearing her with her own saliva and his now copious pre-cum. He lifts his cock and pushes his balls into her face. She licks with abandon. Her Master is watching with rapt attention. The man who's cock she is sucking tells someone to free her hands. They do so. sarah wants to grab this man's cock and suck with wild abandon. She restrains herself out of respect to James. Her Master senses her desire; her need. "Stroke him" he commands. And she does immediately. Both hands on his shaft while she now bobs her head up and down his rock hard prick. sarah pulls back and lasciviously licks his cock from balls to head and back down. Then went back to pumping his cock with both hands while licking his head. She felt the man tense and then pull back slightly; he erupted all over her chin and into her opened mouth. His hot cum coated her mouth. He put his cock back into her mouth for her to lick clean which she dutifully did. sarah needed release herself. No one had touched her pussy or even teased her. She wanted to reach down and give herself a quick touch but knew that all eyes were on her; she was a mess. Suddenly the blond woman appeared but now she too was nude and wearing a collar. She had a small towel that she used to wipe sarah's face and neck. Getting her cleaned up..for more. A different man approached. He was still completely dressed. sarah had no idea whether she had sucked him or not... "This way" he said to her and a leash is attached to her collar again. She is led to one of the illuminated "appliances" that she had glimpsed earlier. It was a metal box structure that consisted of a frame of thin metal beams. The structure was on a raised wooden platform about 1 foot off the ground. There were a number of rings and other kinds of attachment points running up the vertical poles, in the wooden flooring of the platform and across the cross beams that were at least 8 feet overhead. Her arms were pulled out in front of her and leather restraints were put around each of her wrists. Rope was quickly run through the two opposing corners of the overhead cross beam and then through the rings in the wrist restraints. She was pushed into a standing position in the center of the structure. Ankle restraints were added, her legs were forced wide a part and she was tied down to the floor rings. The slack was taken out of the ropes attached to her wrists and this caused her to be pulled forward slightly and off balance. She was now essentially suspended by her arms that were stretched up and out in a 45 degree angle over her head. Her ass was pushed out in order to keep her balance as much as possible. Several different men had carried out these preparations with quite ease and obvious skill. Now a different man stepped up onto the platform in front of her. He wore a simple black mask that hid his eyes. He had a beard. He held a flogger in his hand. Sarah's Saturday Initiation He turned the flogger so that the handle was pointing toward sophia and he rubbed the tip of the leather wrapped rod across her breasts then up the line of her neck and across her lips. The man then stepped behind her. sarah could see that all the men had gathered around the structure to watch. sarah braced herself for what she knew would come and jumped when she felt the man's smooth hand caressing her exposed rear. The hand disappeared and she sucked in her breath. The flogger whipped down onto her right cheek. It hurt more than she anticipated and she pushed forward loosing her balance and hanging momentarily until she could get her feet back underneath her properly. As soon as she had recovered the flogger struck her again. And again. Then he picked up speed and whipped her with heavy, thudding blows in quick succession. Then paused. She sensed the men looking at her reddened and streaked buttocks to see the man's handiwork. He resumed his punishment of her ass. And them moved to the back of her thighs. Her skin stung. She felt tears in her eyes. He stopped. sarah felt the handle of the flogger again but this time between her legs. The stranger pushed the handle up against her cunt, grinding it into her clit. She squirmed against the pressure and immediately felt a bare hand slap her ass and his voice say "stop squirming, slut." sarah bit her lip and quietened her movement. She heard him step back and then felt a quick succession of blows from the flogger again. She then heard him say, "Gentlemen, this slave is ready." A man onto the platform. He stood directly in front of sarah though because of her partial suspension, she could only see his lower torso. She felt his hands on her cheek and then he roughly forced her head back by her pony tail. He then savagely kissed her on the mouth. She really didn't want to kiss him but didn't want to disobey anything that her Master had authorized so she quickly quelled her instinct to fight and gave into his kiss. He stepped around her and stood behind her. She heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and then felt a hand on her ass. The felt what must be his cock at the entrance of her swollen pussy. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit and spread her generous cream over his shaft. He then pushed his cock into her. And into her. He filled her completely. He wasted no time with letting her accommodate his size and began to fuck her from behind. The force of his thrusts pushed her completely off balance and now she hung from her wrists with the only real connection to the ground being this man's cock inside of her. He began spanking her ass as he stroked; each thrust back in corresponded with a sharp slap on the outside of her buttock. Another man stepped onto the platform and while the other stranger was still fucking her, placed nipple clamps joined by a thin chain onto her sensitive nipples. He began tugging on the chain, pulling her nipples further and further out. As he did so he began slapping the sides of her tortured breasts with his other hand. Slapped them from underneath. The clamps on her nipples felt tighter as her nipples swelled within them. All the while the other man continued to ram her from behind. The one abusing her breasts stopped to reach up and un-hook her wrists from the overhead beam. As she the blood and feeling rushed back into her arms she slumped forward; only that the man taking her from behind grabbed her hips stopped her from falling over. sarah had her hands on her knees to keep her balance. Just as she began to regain her composure the man in front of her pulled her head down onto his now exposed hardness. And so now sarah was giving head to one man while being fucked by another, all in front of her Master and over a dozen other men. She had never felt dirtier. Or more excited. sarah was close to cumming. But she knew she couldn't hide such a thing from her Master, or from anyone in hearing distance for that matter. She couldn't cum until she was told to. The man fucking her, however, was grunting louder and pounding her harder. He grabbed both cheeks of her ass roughly and thrust deep into her with a groan and she felt his cock pumping his semen into her quivering pussy. He held himself inside her as he emptied his pent up load. She didn't have time to savor this feeling though, as she still had duties to perform for the man whose cock she was still sucking. She was lost in this activity when he went to occupy the position that had now been vacated by the stranger behind her. The cock that had been in her mouth was now fucking her as well. sarah was now doubly wet: from her own copious creaming as well as the cum that the previous man had left inside of her. The new man just pushed right in and commenced pounding her as if the other man had never left. She felt cum dripping down her leg as the new, thick cock pushed the remaining semen out. Minutes passed. The man's pace quickened slightly and then he too shot inside of her used cunt. He withdrew. She sensed motion behind her as some of the men stepped onto the platform to look at her now gaping and what must be reddened pussy. Now hands unbound her ankles from the floor and removed both the leather restraints on her wrists and well ankles. What next? A man pulled her over to a table and sat her upon it. Spread her legs and then began fucking her. She lay back while he pulled her knees to his shoulders and fucked her with abandon. He pulled out and came on her stomach... another man then came and turned her over the end of the nearby sofa and commenced fucking her himself. sarah had no idea how long these men fucked her. She was in a deep daze of extreme pleasure but also felt out of her body. She was up above looking down at this beautiful 30something successful woman being used like a slut by men she wouldn't know even if they were her neighbors.... sarah is pulled out of her daze by the feeling of cool hands and a cool towel on her body. The blonde woman again cleaning her up. sarah looks around and sees that at the moment she is not the object of attention. There are 3 other collar'd women in the room and there are groups of men around each one. Each of the women are being sexually used, punished or in some other way servicing the men around her. sarah briefly wonders whether her Master is fucking any of the women... sarah isn't sure how many men she has serviced but she knows it can't be nine yet. She knows her turn will come around again before this evening is through.... As sarah is thinking these things she realizes that the blonde woman is touching her between her legs. sarah looks at her and the blonde woman whispers "this will help you for what comes next." sarah realizes that the woman is applying lubricant to her ass.... A partially clothed man approaches. Shirt and mask only. His heavy looking cock swinging as he walks. "You will come with me into the bedroom," he says shortly, turns his back and walks without looking. sarah quickly follows after him. A second man walks beside her. Into a bedroom with a large bed. No blankets or duvet. Several hard looking pillows. Not much lighting save for a small corner lamp and a number of candles. The first man removes his shirt and sits on the edge of the bed. He motions for sarah to come over. He commands, "make me hard," and sarah gets on her knees and once again begins sucking a cock. The other man sits in an armchair and watches. He tastes vaguely of sex...sarah guesses he has been inside one of the other women this evening. Then she realizes that she had sucked him while she had been tied to the post. As he gets hard in her mouth she knows that he was one of the really large cocks that she struggled to get her mouth around. He get harder and bigger as she works on his prick. The other man gets up and walks to where she is kneeling and he takes out his cock and offers it to her. She now begins sucking him while still stroking the man seated on the bed. The other cock is sizable as well. sarah is a little concerned about them being inside of her...especially her ass. She is forced to alternate between the two of them and her jaw is becoming tired by being stretched open for so long. The seated man scoots further back on the bed and lies on his back. "Mount my cock, slave," he orders and sarah climbs onto the bed and climbs onto the man. She reaches down and takes his heavy meat in her hand and positions the head at the entrance to her tender cunt and then slowly slides herself down onto him. She almost comes immediately. The sensation of such a huge cock inside of her combined with her clit landing against his pubic bone almost sends her over the top. She gasps, bites her lip and stops moving. He grabs her ass and begins sliding her up and down his now slick pole. She rides him for a few minutes and then another pair of hands are on her shoulders. Pushing her down onto the man she is riding. The other man is now on the bed behind her....his cock is pushing against her ass...pushing into her anus while the other man is deep in her cunt. 'oh god' she whispers and the man under her says in her ear, "your going to take both of these big cocks at the same time, slave." And then he is in her ass. Time stops momentarily. They are both moving inside of her but she has lost the ability to perceive pleasure or pain. She feels nothing at all as these 2 huge cocks ram into her separated by a thin membrane. She is stretched like never before. And then she feels again. Sensations she has never felt before. Serious pain. Unparalleled pleasure. And then her Master's voice in her ear. He has come into the room and is watching her being ravaged in the most profound way. "Cum my little slave. Cum like the true slut you are." sarah let's go in a sobbing rush of breath and convulses in a way that she has not experienced before. Her cunt squeezes the cock inside of her while her ass contracts and squeezes the huge intruder therein as well. The contraction is too much for the man in her ass and thrusts in savagely and let's go with a torrent of hot cum that she feels deep in her ass. Almost simultaneously the cock she is riding begins to throb inside of her and then starts pumping semen into her ravaged pussy. She is gasping for breath. She is still orgasming. The men pull out of her. Leaving her feeling empty of the unbelievable fullness she felt but very full of the evidence of their having been there. She is allowed to lie on the bed for a few minutes to catch her breath. Her Master pats her on the head and just smiles. He leaves the bedroom. She still has 3 to go...