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We’ve been back from Malta for a few weeks now, and today I make a big commitment. Whilst away Ken and I thought long and hard about my contract with Colin. I am enjoying the experience, Ken is too, and the money is making a big difference. So today I confirm the contract for not just the twelve months but also commit to the further two years. This will pay for all our house renovation plans, including the swimming pool in the garden, and more.Strange isn’t it, I know I am being paid for sex but do not consider myself to be a whore. The contract legitimizes things in my mind.So it is that I am relaxing with Colin and Alex in the hotel lounge, having signed the contract this morning. We chatted long into the afternoon, like the friends we have become.”Oh, look at the time, I must be going. I need to make myself beautiful for tonight.””You don’t need any help in that department,” Colin gallantly remarks.”Very true,” Alex affirms.”Thank you, kind sirs, it never hurts to be told though,” I wink at them as I walk away, leaving two laughing men behind me. My normal persona and dress are far different from my ‘professional’ image. Wearing little or no make-up, with quality tailored and classical clothing, compared to the nicely made-up and seductively dressed ‘professional’.It’s a 6 pm start, quite early, as the clients are taking me to a BDSM club and it is in the suburbs. So a little travelling is involved.I do not need any special clothes as the client is supplying everything and arranging transport. Alex had asked me a few months earlier if I was OK with this scenario and I had said yes, more out of curiosity than desire. Now it was happening I must admit I felt a little nervous. Although Alex had checked out the club and confirmed it is well run and controlled.The only instructions I have are to call them Mistress and Master at all times and do exactly as they say.I knock on their door promptly at 6 pm. and am welcomed into their room with brief introductions, instructed to call them master and mistress at all times and to do as instructed with no argument.I agree “yes master, mistress.”“Undress quickly” the mistress commands.Standing naked before them, they walk around me admiring my body.“Oh yes very nice, you will do well I think” master exclaims excitedly.Mistress hands me a lightweight coat.“You will not need any clothes where we are going, this is for travelling only, we do not want to get arrested for indecent exposure,” she explains with a smirk.Slipping it on, it feels nicely tailored but small. It only just overlaps and is short too, barely coming as low as mid-thigh on me. Feeling down for the fastening it is soon apparent that there are none.”Here’s the belt, just cinch it at the waist,” master grins as he hands me the belt. Bostancı Escort No belt loops either.Cinching the belt tight makes the bottom of the coat flare, loosening it lets it slip open. Either I show a lot of my inner thigh, or it slips open showing everything. Leg it is then, just as well the car park or possibly Taxi rank are only a few yards from the hotel.Walking out of the hotel we go the wrong way. Damn, we are going to the underground station. At this time of night, 6.30 pm, it is still pretty much peak time, and the trains will be crowded!Carefully I squeeze through the ticket barriers, gathering not just glances but stares, as so much leg is being exposed. Standing on the escalator anyone looking up from below will get a good look at my bare nether regions! Walking through the crowded platform is a nightmare! I keep a tight grip on my coat as people jostle and push around me. The train will be even worse.Mistress tells me to stand when on the train and to cross to the opposite side of the carriage from them.Board the train I have to squeeze through the tightly packed throng of people, dragging my coat against them, trying vainly to keep it enclosed around me. On reaching the space I turn to face my master and mistress. They indicate I should reach up and hold onto the strap hanger. Tentatively I do, the coat rides higher up my thigh, and opens at my chest. Look down and anyone can see my breasts.I lurch suddenly forward as the train pulls away, and a young man catches me. His hand whipped under my coat and pushed it fully open. Exposing my left boob to him. He grins but does not attempt to remove his hand as I try to make myself decent again. Mistress and master grin wolfishly at me.Slowly the young man slides his hand down my side and around to my mound. Another hand starts squeezing my bum and slowly raises my coat until it kneads bare flesh.Quickly a group of men is packed tightly around me, their hands wandering over and under my coat. Not just men I realize as I feel a pair of breasts pressing into my back. I try to fend them off to no avail. Being so short I seem to be invisible to the bulk of people in the carriage, or they are just ignoring what is going on.The young, grinning, man has found his way to my crotch and is beginning to explore my pussy when the train jerks around a sharp bend, and people sway and move. The hands under my coat pull it wide open. I am not allowed by the many hands coveting my body to draw it closed again! I suffer in silence as many hands squeeze and poke at my body. Entering my pussy, which I must admit is wet, and nipping and squeezing my nipples and bum.The hands and men change at nearly every stop, the newcomers quickly realizing what is going Bostancı Escort Bayan on. I am sure some of them missed their stations!At last, my mistress and master stand up and reach out to pull me to them, receiving complaints from the men around me. Quickly cinching the coat back up again as we leave the train. A quick glance at the station clock reveals the journey has taken forty-five minutes, it seemed much longer.“Wasn’t that fun” master enthused?“Yes, master” I dutifully replied. In truth, it was more like humiliation, however, my pussy is wet and throbbing slightly. My body contrasts with my mind.Walking out of the station and along to our destination, the stares continue at my attire or lack of it.We stop outside a burger bar, they’re looking at the menu. “This will do,” the master says, and we go inside.The master goes to order and the mistress takes me over to the window seating bar.“Sit on the stool and look out of the window,” she orders.As I stretch up to the high stool I know my pussy is fully exposed to anyone outside. Sitting quickly I tuck the coat together as far as I can, it still gaps open as high as the belt. My legs are tight together, but anyone looking in the window can see I am naked from my midriff to my shoes. Master and mistress sit on either side of me, chatting to each other, eating their burgers. Pulling my legs apart whenever someone passes by outside. I have never felt so vulnerable.We leave the burger bar and walk only a few hundred yards more to arrive at the club. An impressive Georgian building, ‘Da Vinci Club’ discreetly sign written on the large black doors. Members-only of course.We enter through the large doors and walk into an equally large hallway, as the master talks to the receptionist I gawk at the erotic artwork decorating the walls. Roman, Greek, Egyptian, Victorian, and modern-day scenes are depicted in all their gory detail. An equally erotic clock shows it is eight o’clock.“Good evening Michael, as promised one fresh new thing for you to break in. Sharon, you will now be Michael’s property for the evening, behave for him as for us,” master commands and walks away.“Remove your shoes and coat and give them to the girl behind the desk,” Michael orders.I do and am now standing naked before him.Walking around me he leans into my ear and whispers, “safe word is ‘amazon’ or circle your fingers like this”, and he puts his hand in front of me.”This evening will be painful but endurable, there will be no marks left on your body, but you will be tender for a while. Make as much noise as you like, it keeps the audience happy.” he grins.He then attaches a belt around my waist with a strap leading to a collar which he places around my neck. The strap going Escort Bostancı between my breasts. Another strap is attached to the belt which he pulls between my legs and up my back to be attached to the collar. The girl from the desk kneels in front of me and pulls my labia apart and adjusts the strap to run neatly between them. Michael pulls it tight, neatly spreading my pussy and forcing my lips to engulf the invading strap.A matching hood is pulled over my head, it has eye slits and does not cover my mouth or nostrils. No one will recognize me at least.The whole outfit is uncomfortably tight, and then Michael tugs on the lead attached to the collar and beckons me to follow him. I gasp in pain and surprise as the strap between my legs rubs over my clitoris, the rough leather tormenting it as I walk.He leads me into a large room, a lounge come bar area with maybe fifty or so people in it. Some are dressed in skimpy sexy clothing, some are not dressed at all, this is the women. The men are generally attired in chinos and T-shirts. Although some do have their cocks out and a few are topless.He walks me around the room, displaying me to them. The more I walk the greater the torment between my legs, however, it is now turning to pleasure rather than pain. Please I do not want to cum like this!”Can I touch her breasts Michael?” one man asks.”Of course,” comes the reply.Gently at first this stranger strokes at my globes, then firmly squeezes my nipples.”Umm, they feel firm enough, they should hold a good weight,” breast man comments.A woman asks to do the same, she is much rougher and confirms the opinion on my nipples.”Michael, can she suck my cock,” is shouted across the room.Michael laughs and drags me across the room.”Suck his cock,” he commands.The man is sitting on a chair, his cock standing at attention through his fly. I kneel on the floor, bending forward, and take his cock into my mouth. I stick my bum out teasingly too. The up and down motion on his cock is tormenting my clitoris ever so gently, I have to concentrate to prevent myself from cumming. My pussy juices are now flowing freely and we have not yet got to the main event, well I do not think we have!SLAP, SLAP across my bum cheeks makes me rise in shock. I never heard anyone ask to do that!Michael pulls me to my feet, much to cock man’s chagrin.My bum cheeks tingle as Michael walks me out of the room and up some stairs. The stairs are a real torment for my pussy and clitoris! Then along a short corridor to some large red doors.”This is your last chance to change your mind, once in here only the safe word will release you. You are expected to at least endure for a while,” Michael explains.I simply nod my head.He then zips the hood’s eye slits closed. Being blind is disorientating, I have to trust Michael completely.He leads me through the doors.”My assistant will take your arm and help guide you around,” He whispers.A gentle grip is taken on my right arm. I can hear the buzz of quiet conversation as we walk along. Then all goes quiet as I am led up three steps.
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