登入Sunday afternoon blurred into a haze of heat and exposure.Elena had been kept plugged all night and through breakfast. The larger steel toy now felt like a permanent part of her—every movement sent deep, rolling waves of pleasure-pain through her core. Victor had removed it only once, in the morning, to replace it with an even thicker version after making her beg on her knees in front of three other guests.By early afternoon, the public use began in earnest.She was placed in the center of the main salon on a raised platform. Wrists bound high above her head to a steel ring, legs spread wide and chained to the floor. The thick plug gleamed between her cheeks, her pussy visibly swollen and dripping down her thighs for everyone to see.Victor stood beside her like a proud owner, one hand idly stroking her breast as guests circled.“Feel free to use her as you wish,” he announced, voice carrying easily. “But no one fucks her cunt or ass. Those belong to me. Everything else is fair game
The clock in the grand salon had just struck midnight when Victor finally summoned her again.“Time to make yourself useful in a different way, pet.”Elena’s legs were already shaky from hours of serving with the heavy steel plug shifting inside her ass. Every step had been exquisite torture—the constant fullness, the way it pressed against her walls, the humiliating jeweled sparkle that drew eyes and fingers from passing guests.Victor led her to the center of the room where a low, padded leather ottoman waited under the warm glow of crystal chandeliers. Several guests had gathered, drinks in hand, clearly anticipating the show.“On all fours,” Victor ordered, voice low and commanding. “Back straight. Head up. You’re my table tonight.”Elena dropped into position, knees and palms on the thick rug. The plug drove deeper as she arched her back, forcing a soft, needy whimper from her throat. Victor placed a heavy silver tray on her lower back, then set a bottle of whiskey and several gl
Elena moved through the grand salon like a dream wrapped in shame and heat. The silver tray felt heavier with every step, her bare breasts swaying gently as she offered drinks to elegantly dressed guests. Their eyes devoured her—lingering on her stiff nipples, the smooth mound of her pussy, the leather collar marking her as available property.But it was Victor’s gaze that truly unraveled her. He watched from a high-backed leather chair like a king on his throne, one ankle resting casually on his knee, fingers drumming slowly on the armrest. Every time she glanced his way, his dark eyes promised things that made her core throb.She had just served a glass of whiskey to a silver-haired Domme when Victor’s voice cut through the low murmur of conversation.“Bring the tray here, girl.”Elena’s breath caught. She approached him on trembling legs and lowered herself to her knees in front of his chair, tray held perfectly level. The position spread her thighs, exposing her glistening pussy t
Elena’s hands trembled as she signed the final consent form at the heavy mahogany desk in Blackthorn Manor’s private antechamber. The air smelled of leather, polished wood, and something darker—sandalwood and raw anticipation. She had spent weeks fantasizing about this exact moment, touching herself late at night to the thought of total surrender, but nothing prepared her for the reality.The woman processing her applications—tall, severe, and impeccably dressed—clicked her pen. “Once you cross that door, Elena, there is no ‘yellow.’ Only ‘red.’ You will be naked, collared, and available. Do you understand?”“Yes, Mistress,” Elena whispered, voice already breathy.She was led down a long hallway. Her sundress felt suddenly obscene against her skin. When the heavy door to the main foyer opened, the cool air kissed her legs. Several other applicants were already stripping under watchful eyes. Elena’s pulse thundered in her ears.“Strip,” a deep, velvet voice commanded from behind her.S
Elena's POVThe flashlights swept across the yard. Five wives stood there — Sarah at the front, eyes wide with shock and fury. My husband David was still half-hard beside me, cum dripping from my ass onto the blanket. I didn’t close my legs. I stayed spread wide, fingers lazily pushing the mixed loads deeper into my pussy, letting them all see exactly what I had collected.Sarah’s voice cracked. “Elena… you fucking whore.”I smiled, slow and shameless, circling my swollen clit right in front of them. “Jealous? Your husbands filled me so good tonight.”David tried to stand but I grabbed his cock, stroking it back to full hardness while the wives watched. “Stay,” I whispered to him. “Watch me finish what I started.”The wives didn’t leave. Some looked disgusted. Others… curious. Sarah stepped closer, eyes locked on my cum-glazed body. I spread my pussy lips with two fingers, showing them the creamy mess.David couldn’t hold back. He pushed me onto my back again, right there in front of
Elena's POVThe footsteps got closer. I stayed spread out on the blanket, legs wide, cum still oozing from my ruined pussy and ass, fingers lazily circling my swollen clit. My heart hammered with fear and filthy excitement.It was my husband, David. He froze at the edge of the yard, suitcase in hand, eyes wide as he took in the sight of me — naked, covered in multiple men’s cum, holes gaping and leaking under the backyard lights.“Elena… what the fuck?”I didn’t close my legs. Instead I pushed two fingers into my cum-filled cunt, stirring the mess, and moaned softly. “You’re home early. Come here. I’m still so empty.”He dropped the suitcase. His cock was already straining against his pants as he walked over, torn between rage and raw lust. I sat up on my knees, robe long forgotten, and pulled his zipper down. His thick cock sprang out, hard and throbbing. I licked the underside slowly, tasting the salt of his skin, before sucking the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.







