0 comments/ 38344 views/ 2 favorites The Ambassador Club Ch. 1 By: EnglishBob & DaynaJo After showering Joanne checked her computer. The e-mail down loaded and she read: *We know you. We know your family and where you live. For your own safety, read your instructions and follow them without question.... Call your office and tell them you are sick for a few days. Put on a light summer dress that comes no lower than your mid thigh. DO NOT put on any underwear. Wear high heeled shoes over bare feet. NO Hose or stockings. You will require nothing else. A car will collect you at precisely 10am. DO NOT keep us waiting.* She read the e-mail again and again not quite understanding. What should she do? Was this just a joke? The sinister undertone in the letter made her think otherwise. Still wearing her robe, Joanne decided she had better comply with her instructions, there had been a spate of mugging's and attacks in her neighbourhood recently and she wondered if this may be connected in some way. She felt not a little frightened as she selected a light summer dress from her closet, and perhaps just a little naughty (and excited?) as she felt the material of the garment caress the bare skin of her breasts and lower regions unprotected by her usual underwear. After making the call to her office, she waited downstairs for 10am to arrive. She contemplated how the sender had got hold of her e-mail address. Joanne was 36 and had been married for 10 years. That time had been a happy one, and had produced two lovely daughters. Although she felt that she was still attractive, working out regularly to keep her body trim and firm, sex with her husband John had degenerated into a once monthly situation. In order to attempt to satisfy her unfulfilled sexual desires, she had taken to using adult chat rooms on the Net and down loading erotic literature and pictures depicting female submission and bondage. She was unsure why this sort of material should excite her so, but once she had started she felt unable to stop. She assumed that this was how her e-mail address had slipped into the wrong hands. At exactly 10am a black limo with darkened windows pulled up outside her suburban home. After a few seconds it became obvious that nobody was going to approach her to explain the situation or indeed leave the vehicle at all. Nervously, Joanne left her house and walked towards the vehicle. As she neared the limo, the back door popped open. With trepidation she peered and then climbed inside. As soon as she was in, the door slammed and locked and the driver pulled away. As Joanne sat down alone in the leather seat she noticed beside her a velvet blindfold with a message pinned to it and a drink. The message simply read "consume the drink and put on the blindfold". As she recalled the not so veiled threat of the e-mail, she again decided to comply with the orders and, after drinking the sweet liquid, slid the blindfold over her eyes. Within a few seconds Joanne started to feel drowsy and after a minute or so fell into a deep sleep....... . As Joanne's eyes cracked open she was confronted by pitch dark and quickly remembered the blindfold. She tried to reach out to release it but found, to her terror, that her wrists were bound. She could feel no movement and assumed that she was no longer in the car. But where was she? The surface beneath her felt soft and comfortable like a bed or mattress. She tried to swing her legs off but realised with rising fear that they too were restrained. Images of some of her Internet down loads raced through her mind as she lay completely immobilised and waited. She tried to control her breathing as she listened for any sound that might give a clue as to her location but there was nothing apart from the quick beating of her heart and her gentle sobs as she began to cry. After what seemed to be hours, but was probably no longer than 30 minutes, Joanne heard a door open. She heard voices, a man and a woman, as they seemed to approach her. A shocking thought suddenly hit her; although she could still fell that she was dressed, she remembered that she had not worn panties, and that with her legs bound, the people in the room would have little problem in seeing up her dress to her thighs and shaved vagina. As the voices approached ever nearer she began a futile struggle against her restraints. The male voice spoke in a deep monotone "Do not struggle, it will only be worse for you". As Joanne ignored his words and continued to attempt to pull her wrists and ankles free, she realised with a shock that he told the truth. She heard it before she felt it. A hiss or swish through the air immediately followed by an agonising pain shooting through her left breast. She screamed and began to sob uncontrollably as the blindfold was ripped away from her eyes. In front of her she saw a small, demure girl, younger than herself, naked apart from a leather collar around her neck to which had been attached a decorative metal chain. Holding the other end of the chain was an older man. He was around 6ft with dark hair. He wore only a pair of running shorts and sandals and in his other hand Joanne saw the instrument of her torture. The long black riding crop seemed to twitch before her eyes. It appeared to be made of bound leather and tapered to a thin point at the end. "You will soon learn not to disobey instructions" the man intoned "Or you will meet with further pain". He continued "You are being held at The Ambassador Club. It is unlikely that you will have heard of us before. We have been watching you as we have other submissive's, and that is why you are here. You will obey all instructions given to you by any member here, male or female, for the duration of your stay. Should you disobey you will be punished" He held the crop in front of Joanne's eyes as if to punctuate his words. Turning to the other girl he continued: "Strip her and bring her to the main room" Joanne breathed a sigh of relief as the man turned and walked quickly from the room taking the crop with him. She turned to look at the girl who had raised her head for the first time since entering. "My name is May" said the girl "You were lucky, sometimes that master will beat a new girl several times before allowing her into the main room" What the hell had she got herself into now? Joanne wondered as she looked at May through drying tears as she began to unbutton the front of Joanne's dress. "H..h..hey wait..." started Joanne. She could not believe that this was happening. No more than a handful of men had ever seen her naked, and certainly not another woman. "Shhhhh" answered May "we have to be quick. The masters and mistresses are expecting us and they all carry the same crops. They are rarely wrong with their selection of new slaves. You must have strong latent submissive desires like the rest of us." As May continued to strip Joanne's dress from her body, she could not resist letting her finger drift slowly and luxuriantly over Joanne's swollen left nipple. As she did, further pain shot through Joanne's body like an electric shock. But as her nipple was gently caressed, the pain began to dissolve and was replaced by a warm tingling sensation. Joanne groaned under her breath at her first experience of a woman's touch on her bare breasts. All too quickly the fingers were gone and Joanne felt her restraints being loosed. Now completely naked, Joanne swung her legs to the side of the bed. May was now behind her and she felt those cool fingers attaching something around her long slim neck. She panicked slightly as she felt buckles being tightened but decided that it would be better if she just let it happen. As May helped her stand, Joanne felt her own wrists being drawn behind her and fixed into padded handcuffs. May now walked in front of the still frightened Joanne and looked deeply into her eyes. Without warning, May pulled Joanne's head towards her and kissed her full on the lips. It was a long sensuous kiss, and as May's tongue danced into Joanne's mouth, she could not resist and returned the kiss. After several seconds, the two women, breathlessly broke their embrace and wordlessly May led Joanne from the room. The main room was large and dimly lit by concealed lighting as May and Joanne entered and both knelt awaiting their instructions. Joanne could make out about thirty men and women. The male club members all wore the same running shorts that the man with the crop had worn and the female club members wore robes. The other women in the room, obviously the submissive's, were naked save for the black leather collar's and chains. Within a few seconds, a tall African looking man beckoned towards Joanne and May. Ignoring Joanne, he spoke to May in matter-of-fact voice. "I wish you to caress me with your lips. The other slut may support my legs. Ensure that she knows what to do." May helped Joanne to her knees in front of the man, now sitting in a comfortable leather chair. Carefully and gently she lifted the master's legs so that each of his ankles were resting on Joanne's shoulders. When May was happy that the position was correct, she slowly began to unbutton the fly of his shorts. Joanne watched as May's hand went gently inside of his shorts and released his penis. The man laughed quietly as Joanne gasped at the size of his cock. It was easily the largest she had seen standing erect from his fly at around 11 inches. Joanne could not keep her eyes off the throbbing erection before her as May slowly wrapped her small hand around its girth and guided it towards her mouth. The mans eyes closed and a low moan escaped his lips as May's tongue darted out and licked the tip of his cockhead. She swirled her tongue over the huge, black, mushroom shaped head as it slowly disappeared into her mouth. Joanne could feel the man's legs tense on her shoulders as May deep throated him, bringing little gasps and moans to his lips every time her throat contracted around his penis. As May's sucking grew more intense, Joanne felt the man move his legs slightly so that his bare feet were now pressing down heavily on her shoulders, and then sliding down to her breasts. With her wrists still locked behind her, she had a little trouble keeping her balance and back straight as his toes flicked over her sore nipples. May's mouth was now flying up and down his huge black cock as Joanne watched, aware that her nipples were getting harder and harder. The master's face was contorted in ecstasy, his eyes closed as he neared his orgasm. Joanne heard him groan deeply and saw May's throat bulge as his cum pumped into her mouth. The man kept his hand firmly pressed down on top of May's head as jet after jet spurted into her mouth, down her throat and began to seep from the side of her lips and onto her breasts forming small white pools. As his orgasm subsided and he released the pressure on her head, May pulled her breast up towards her mouth. Joanne watched amazed as May's long red tongue darted out to her nipple and licked up the cum that had gathered there, swallowing it with a look of satisfaction. When she had finished, May bowed her head demurely in front of her master and thanked him for allowing her to please him. The man tucked his softening penis back into his shorts and looked at Joanne. "That was your first lesson little slut. You must make your entire body available for any club member to use whenever and however they so please." Joanne bowed her head as she had seen May do "Yes master" she replied. The man informed Joanne that, although she had not really been involved too much in his enjoyment of May's lips and throat, she would be expected to be an active participant in the next activity; the Slave Race. With a satisfied smile on his face, he quickly explained the rules to her. Six slaves would be lined up on all fours at one end of the room. On the command they would crawl across the deep pile carpet to the opposite wall. The winner would be the one to reach the other wall first. Joanne didn't see a particular problem with this, until the man mentioned that each slave would traverse the room with a lighted 10 inch candle inserted into their vagina!! Joanne looked horrified, as with a laugh, he further explained that if the candle fell out or got extinguished during the course of the race, that slave would be deemed to have been careless and would be punished. Joanne was selected to race along with five other slaves, and took her position at the *start line* As she looked to her right and left, Joanne glanced at the other slaves. Each had assumed a position on their knees, with their chests pressed into the floor, their arms still shackled behind their backs. Joanne followed their lead and layed her chest to the floor, the soft carpet caressing her burning nipple. "Prepare them!" commanded the larger black master. Joanne watched as two of the robed women and 3 of the men approached the slaves from behind. May assumed a position behind Joanne. And then Joanne felt the soft, moist, warm mouth of May on her pussy. Each of the slaves were being treated to a tongue bath to prepare their pussies for the candles. Joanne had never had her pussy eaten by a woman. She couldn't believe the sensation. May was soft and slow and knew exactly where to run her tongue, when to push and when to flick. Joanne approached orgasm more quickly than in all her married years. She wanted to moan aloud but none of the other slaves made a sound. Best to remain silent. May continued her magic, and Joanne gushed with excitement...her body began to tingle and a warm flush washed over her chest and neck. "The new slave must be equalized...bring on the Equalizer!" Shouted the black master, startling Joanne. What ever did he mean? Suddenly, May's mouth retreated from Joanne's aching pussy. Joanne tried to look over her shoulder but a stern look from the master quickly stopped her motion. She felt the presence of someone behind her, kneeling at her hips. And then she heard the familiar sound of a zipper being lowered. What the hell is going on? What is an equalizer? And then the pain hit her as a mammoth cock was driven into her pussy with one huge push. Someone, or something, was fucking her pussy like a possessed demon. Hands grabbed her hips and pulled her hard onto this ravaging cock as it pounded deeply into her pussy. With each stroke it seemed to pull her inside out and then push her back again. The cock was immense, larger than anything she had ever experienced...and the owner was ruthless, hammering away at her pussy with reckless abandon. The pain was intense and Joanne tried to cry out, but a second cock appeared from out of nowhere and was stuffed into her mouth, stifling any attempts to cry out. The cocks pounded her in unison, pushing in together and pulling out together. And then she felt the familiar shuddering and contractions of the man pounding away at her pussy. Joanne knew he was going to cum...he was going to fill her pussy with his semen. And that's when it became clear what the master meant when he called for the equalizer. Joanne's pussy was now stretched and slippery...how the hell would she keep a candle in her cunt while crawling across the floor. This wasn't fair. In her thoughts, she had momentarily forgotten about the cock driving into her throat, until it too came, gushing deep into her mouth...she tasted the salty mixture and forced herself to swallow, knowing this was her only option. Relieved that the men had finished using her, Joanne waited for the candle, but instead, another man took position behind her and drove his prick deep into her cavity. Once again she was being fucked hard and once again a cock was pushed into her mouth. Joanne tried to keep her balance as the two cocks used her over and over...her legs began to fatigue as she supported all her weight on both knees, her arms still locked behind her. As these two men came, they were replaced by a third pair, and then a fourth pair. Finally, after the 6th pair of men took turns fucking her and filling her pussy with their semen, the master announced that the race could begin. Joanne could feel the cum running down the insides of her thighs...and her thighs burned from fatigue trying to remain upright during all the pounding. Her throat burned and her stomach felt sick from all the cum she had swallowed. She hadn't been equalized, she had been handicapped to lose. This was all part of the plan. Joanne wanted to cry, but there was no time. "Place the candles" instructed the master. Joanne could barely see with her peripheral vision as May and the others approached the slaves from behind. Joanne barely felt as the long slender candle was inserted into her pussy. She knew it was in deep based on the amount of cum that gushed from her pussy and down her legs, some of it hitting the floor with an audible spat. "Light the candles" instructed the master in a calm, quiet voice. Joanne heard the flick of a match and then felt the warmth of the flame near her anus. She was afraid May might burn her if she wasn't careful. As the candle was lit, Joanne could feel the warmth of the small flame...the damned candle was buried to the hilt into my pussy, she realized. Joanne realize the dilemma...keep the candle deep in her pussy and risk being burned by the flame, or let the candle slide out and risk dropping the candle. Neither option was attractive. "Release the slaves' hands!" shouted the master, startling Joanne with the booming of his voice. May unlocked Joanne's hands and she gratefully placed her upper body weight onto her hands. Just as she was trying to recover and regain her strength the master shouted again: "CRAWL SLAVES!!!" And the race began. Joanne was slow to react and realized that she was already a full body's length behind the slaves on either side of her. Joanne lurched forward, trying in vain to squeeze her pussy tight and hold the candle. But, with each move of her knee, the candle began to slide out...Joanne realized that her only hope was to crawl as fast as she could and hope for the best...she only made three more lunges with her knees when she felt the candle fell from her cunt. A loud cheer broke out in the room...the men and women laughing and clapping...knowing that Joanne had quickly lost the race and must now face her next punishment. Joanne collapsed to the floor crying... To Be Continued... The Ambassador Club Ch. 2 Joanne was exhausted. She thought herself unable to take anymore but the words of the master still rang in her ears; "Should the candle slip out you will deemed to have been careless and will be punished". The cheers still sounded around the room as she dried her tears and looked up. Standing in front of her was a woman in her mid fifties. Joanne realised that she must be a mistress as she wore a loose fitting silk robe. The woman stood hands on hips, legs slightly apart looking down at the pathetic figure of Joanne. "You were warned what would happen if your were careless" Joanne felt the tears returning "Oh no...please no more....please" The mistress ignored her pleas "You're punishment will follow a certain pattern. You will have realised by now that the members enjoy their games" Joanne could not believe her ears, not another race surely, what could they have in store for her this time? "This game is called Punishment by Elimination. You should know your own body and what pleasure it can bring to others. You will have 60 seconds to tell us the different parts of your body that you would use to bring pleasure to us. When the time is up, the members will relate all the ones that you forgot or omitted. You will feel the sting of the crop for each omission and then be forced to demonstrate your ability with that part of your body. For example, you would start by naming your vagina. Is this clear?" Joanne thought that it was far from clear, but was too frightened to argue and besides the idea excited her just a little. "You may stand before us now" said the mistress as she seated herself into a chair. Joanne stood with trembling legs. She could feel the cum start to dribble from her cunt and down her legs. Her stomach still felt queezy with the cum that had been forced into her throat. "Your time starts.....NOW." Joanne felt flustered. Her mind was blank as she stuttered. "Er...er... My vagina......my mouth....and..er...my hands?" She looked directly at the mistress who was nodding and studying a stopwatch. "30 seconds gone" "Er...oh no, I can't think......em.....I suppose my ...my .....my bottom? And er...." "Time's up!" shouted the mistress followed by cheers and hoots from the other members. The mistress turned to the members. "Any others she has omitted please?" The room fell silent and Joanne thought that she had gotten away without further punishment or humiliation. Then a voice from the back of the room; "I don't think she mentioned her tits!" Then another different voice "No, or her tongue without using her mouth!" Joanne's head dropped as more voices sounded around the room. "What about her feet or toes?" "Her ass cheeks" "Her hair would feel great around my cock!" Then another woman's voice "I'd love to feel her nose rub against my clitoris" As no more ideas regarding the abuse of Joanne's body seemed to be forthcoming, the mistress indicated towards two strong looking men seated at the front. Quickly, both men rose and picked Joanne up from her feet and placed her face down over the table in the centre of the room and held her down tightly. Joanne sensed rather than heard the mistress move up behind her. The room went quiet again....... Joanne heard the swish through the air that she had heard earlier and knew what to expect. *CRACK* "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Joanne screamed into the air as 5 more licks of the crop landed squarely onto her rapidly reddening ass cheeks. *CRACK.....CRACK.....CRACK.....CRACK.....CRACK* Joanne could hardly remember a time now when she had not been crying. Her butt burned like hell. The only thing that she could say was that at least it was note quite as painful as the blow to her nipple earlier. As the mistress completed the brutal whipping of Joanne's ass, the two men lifted her and dragged her to the centre of the room. Once again Joanne knelt, head bowed, awaiting her next fate. The mistress spoke again. "Now for the second part of the punishment. I think you may demonstrate the following first: your nose, tits and ass. Lie on your back now" Joanne was now past any form of resistance as she obeyed the instruction without question, laying on her back with no attempt to hide any part of her body. She was here to be used in any way these people thought fit and she was not going to make things any worse by arguing. One by one, the members who had called out her earlier omissions, stepped forward. The woman who wished to use Joanne's nose was first. Standing over Joanne's head she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. Slowly lowering herself, she squatted over Joanne's nose and mouth, facing her feet. As the older woman's moist vagina came into contact with her nose, Joanne could smell her scent. Less than half an hour ago she had virtually never seen another woman naked, now here she was, having already been eaten out by May a little earlier, about to sink her nose into another woman's cunt! To be able to continue breathing, Joanne had to open and breath through her mouth as the large woman on her face began to grind her hips backwards and forwards making loud groaning noises and releasing an increasing amount of pre-orgasmic juice onto Joanne's face. The next thing Joanne felt was a weight on her stomach and she realised that the next member was sitting astride her. She felt a cool lubricating cream dripping onto her breasts as the man sitting astride her and the woman on her face began to smear the cream over her tits and nipples. Two pair of hands were on her breasts squeezing them together as she felt the unmistakable sensation of a very hard cock being pushed between them. She could hear licking noises and realised that the two members had begun kissing each other in an obscene display of affection. Just when she felt that she was going to be able to handle the situation, she felt hands roughly grab her ankles. She could not see what was happening to her lower body, but felt both her legs being lifted and then held by the man now intent on fucking his huge erection between her slick breasts. In this position she felt incredibly exposed. Her lower body had been lifted off the carpet and doubled back towards her head leaving her vagina and anus completely exposed. She remembered her own words about using her bottom to bring pleasure to the members, and started to panic. Her sex life had always been mundane in the past, always wishing for more excitement...but not this...surely...surely they would not do this to her?...... All the members in the room had moved closer to get a better view of the action in front of them as the large African man who had used May's lips earlier knelt down between Joanne's legs rubbing a massive erection in his fist. Joanne felt the cool lubricating cream land on her open pussy and trickle sensuously down to her exposed anus and shivered. Her eyes were closed in fear but also a little sexual pleasure, as she felt a strong finger massage the cream into her tight virgin hole. The finger was joined by another as they entered ever deeper into her, widening her, tormenting her with pain and pleasure. To try to keep her mind off what seemed to be the inevitable, Joanne's thoughts returned to the other two users of her body. Her face was now soaked in the sticky, sweet juice of the mistress riding her face, and the man fucking her breasts was building up quite a head of steam as he alternately squeezed her tits together and pinched her sore, swollen nipples. The mistress was groaning in pure ecstasy now and bucking her hips up and down on Joanne's face. Faster...faster...faster...until she let out a loud moan and Joanne felt a stream of juice gush down onto her face. As the mistress swung her heavy legs from either side of Joanne's head, she knelt beside her to watch the master fuck her boobs. Joanne could now see the man between her tits. His eyes were screwed tight and his face was contorted into a sexual grimace as he approached his own orgasm. Just as Joanne prepared herself for a face full of the masters semen, she felt, with some strange reluctance, the fingers removed from her asshole. She did not have to wait long for a replacement for those rough digits. As the master astride her let out a low rumbling cry and allowed his cock to erupt his seed onto her face, she felt a searing pain in her ass. The African master positioned his long penis at the entrance to his slave's asshole and pushed deeply. God, she felt so tight, he assumed her to be an anal virgin. As Joanne fought to scream her protests amongst the cum that had landed on her face and again in her mouth, The master drove his weapon deeper and deeper. The pain was almost too much as a part of Joanne longed for unconsciousness while another part of her wanted to experience and learn from the assault. The heat from the cream and from the friction increased inside Joanne as the master drove his erection faster and faster, deeper and deeper into her nether hole. Her legs were doubled back almost touching her head as she felt the pain subside a little and her anal ring widen to accept the invader. She lost track of time and space as she drifted towards unconsciousness amongst sensations of pain and pleasure. She was brought back to reality quickly as she felt the masters cock swell to immense proportions. She heard him grunt through gritted teeth as... yes...yes...YES!! she was finally rewarded with stream after stream of his hot jism cascading into her anal channel. The master held her painfully cramped legs for a few long seconds as his climax subsided and then pulled out of her ass with a pop leaving Joanne spreadeagle on the plush carpet, the cum trickling from her open and abused hole. All Joanne wished for now was to sleep. But she could hear from the cheering members that they were not finished with her yet. Despite the cheering, Joanne began to drift into unconsciousness, exhausted mentally and physically. As she wavered somewhere between the awake state and a dream state, she imagined a pleasant feeling coming over her, a sensual, tingling sensation. And that is when she realized that both of her feet were now being sucked...someone was gently and slowly licking and sucking her toes. Both feet were getting attention, as both legs were still held in a spread position. The feelings were incredible. Joanne had no idea how sensitive and sexual her feet could feel. The warm mouths were moist and inviting...the tongues exploring and soothing. Joanne just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. If they wanted her to use her feet in this way, well, who was she to argue. Soon the licking and sucking stopped, only to be replaced by two women, straddling her feet. Joanne could not believe what was coming next...these two women, squatted over Joanne's feet and lowered their pussy's onto her upturned toes. And then, in unison, they pushed Joanne's feet into their pussies. Joanne watched in amazement at these women fucked her feet, while sharing a deep passionate kiss with each other. She could feel the heat and dampness of both cunts as they moved up and down the length of each foot...while at first revolting, Joanne realized that the sensations to her feet were incredible, even better than the mouths that had been sucking her toes. Joanne found herself captivated as she watched the two women move up and down on her feet, while kissing each other. And then a male master appeared before her. He stepped between her spread legs and looked down at Joanne, blocking her view of the two women. Joanne watched as he placed his bare foot at the opening of her own cunt...what the hell? And then, he began to force his foot into Joanne's tired, aching, messy pussy. The pressure was incredible and Joanne opened her mouth in agony...instantly a female foot as placed in her own mouth...Joanne had not noticed the woman standing over her head. Joanne tried to concentrate on the toes in her mouth, trying to lick and suck as she had learned from the two women earlier...but she had trouble concentrating. The foot in her pussy had to be buried all the way to the heel...she felt such incredible pressure, unlike any cock. This foot was hard, and wide, especially deep inside her...and the man who belonged to the foot began to move in and out, fast and furious, as if trying to shake something off his foot. Joanne realized that these people were very into the foot...she had two women getting themselves off on her own feet, a man fucking her pussy with his foot, and another woman with her foot in Joanne's mouth, moaning loudly at Joanne's attention. Eventually, Joanne's body began to react...surprising her! She could feel the familiar tingling and muscle tension of her building orgasm...the foot pounding her pussy continued its relentless pace, and with every deep thrust, the top of the man's ankle would strike her clitoris, stimulating it further. And then Joanne's body was shaken by a violent orgasm...she felt herself gush onto the foot in her cunt...and then she felt the two women, fucking her feet, gush onto her own feet, warm female juices flooding onto her feet and ankles. As the two women rose and released her delicate feet, Joanne could feel their juice running between her small painted toes. Before she had a chance to react, another master took up a position at her feet. Joanne could feel his strong wrists grip her wet ankles as her feet were drawn together. She felt a strange sensation as the master held her feet, soles together, and began to push an engorged penis between her feet and toes using the mistresses vaginal fluid as a lubricant. The master began to moan deeply as he lifted and dropped her feet up and down the length of his cock. Joanne could feel every vein, every bulge and muscle in the cock as her sticky toes were squeezed over the cockhead and down the shaft. The master in her pussy had withdrawn his foot and was now proceeding to run his toes, wet with Joanne's own fluid, across her sore stiff nipples leaving a trail of juice for the whole room to see. Joanne could feel yet another orgasm building from the pit of her stomach as her nipples were teased. As she approached her climax...closer...closer...she suddenly felt a stream of cum hit her wet toes as the master fucking her feet unloaded with a groan from between clenched teeth. This stimulation put Joanne over the edge and her whole body shook as she crashed into another orgasm "STOP!" shouted a master. "YOU are not to CUM...now you must be punished AGAIN!" Quickly, Joanne was grabbed by two men and placed her face down over the table in the centre of the room. Her arms remained secured behind her back. Her hips were held her down tightly. Joanne sensed rather than heard the mistress move up behind her. The room went quiet again....... Joanne heard the swish through the air that she had heard earlier and knew what to expect. CRACK! Swiissshhhhhhhh, CRACK! Swish, CRACK! Joanne screamed out in agony as the her buttocks and the backs of her thighs were again subjected to the mercy of the mistress. "Bring her to the centre of the group...it is time for her to learn to use her hands" The black master directed the two men holding Joanne. She was pulled by her shoulders to the centre of the room, her feet dragging behind her in exhaustion. The men dropped her onto her stomach, nearly knocking her breath away. Joanne lay quietly, weeping as silently as she could. "Release the slave's hands, she will need them now." Joanne was relieved to feel the cuffs removed from her aching wrists. Until now, she hadn't realized just how uncomfortable the cuffs had been and how much her shoulders had ached. Now she massaged her wrists and rolled her shoulders around. She was feeling a bit better, just having her hands free. "Apply the blindfold," the master commanded. May complied, tieing a soft velvet blindfold over Joanne's eyes. The sudden darkness was terrifying as Joanne could feel the presence of the masters and mistresses closing in around her, as she lay on her side, naked, in the centre of the room. The black master explained the rules. "Slave, you will now use your hands to pleasure each master and each mistress...if a master wishes to be brought to orgasm, you must bring him to orgasm...he will tell you what to do with his cum. If a mistress wishes to be brought to orgasm, you must bring her to orgasm." The master continued. "You are wearing a blindfold for a special reason. This is your opportunity to end your slaveship. One member of this group is your husband!" Joanne gasped...could it be true...she opened her mouth to speak... "SILENCE! You have NOT been given permission to speak." The master continued. "You will service all members. Your husband may be one of those whom you will service. If you correctly identify your husband, you will have the choice to continue. HOWEVER, if you incorrectly identify a man to be your husband, you will again be punished. AND, if you fail to attempt to identify your husband, you will be punished." Joanne could not believe this...what in the hell was John doing here? Had he set this up? Her John? Her "once-a-month" John? As Joanne was contemplating her predicament, her left had was seized and placed around a very thick, long, soft penis. Her right hand was placed around a similar cock, a little less thick, but much harder. "Make me cum bitch!" The man to her left ordered. "I want to cum in your hair." "Make me cum too, and drink what I give you," ordered the man to her right. Joanne, knowing that neither man was her husband, for they were much to long, began to lightly stroke each cock. Quickly both men began to harden in her hands...the thicker cock grew immense. Thank goodness he only wanted me to use my hands, Joanne thought...I don't think my pussy could take another pounding. The cock on her right also grew in size...eventually both men were hard and Joanne continued to stroke. At this point, Joanne was kneeling comfortably, working her hands up and down on the two engorged penises. She tried to get into a rhythm, but just as she was getting comfortable, she felt a presence behind her...hands softly reached around to her stomach. She felt the hardness of a cock against the small of her back. Whoever was behind her had intentions of his own. Apparently the masters and mistresses could continue to use her even during this newest game. The man behind her slid one hand down to her pussy and pushed back on her pelvis, forcing Joanne to thrust her butt back slightly. He then used this position to slide his cock into Joanne's pussy. His other hand slid up her ribs to her breasts and he began pulling at her nipples, taking turns pinching them and pulling them. Her left nipple was still smarting for the whip and Joanne began to whimper slightly at his aggressive touch. He began to pound her pussy harder, making it difficult for Joanne to keep her balance and stroke the cocks in her hands. "This is too much...I can't keep my balance..." Joanne cried out. "SILENCE SLAVE!" shouted the master. "Silence the bitch." And with that command, a cock was stuffed into her mouth. Joanne now had a cock in each hand, a cock in her pussy, and a cock in her mouth. She was so overly stimulated and confused that at first she didn't realize that the huge cock in her left hand had begun to convulse...until she felt the splat of his cum as it hit the side of her face...and then second and third loads of cum hit her face as she brought the first man to orgasm. The cock in her right hand began to tighten shortly after. Joanne, remembering her orders, quickly released the cock in her mouth and took on the cock in her hand...sucking him deep into her throat...and within moments he unloaded into her mouth. Prior to this entire day, Joanne had never swallowed her husband's cum, and now, here she was doing it, over and over.