Chapter 40
It’s day six and once Darcy leaves my morning is like every other one since I’ve been with the men. I’m not sure how I will adapt when I can’t start my days with such luxurious attention and care.
Carl shaves me so deliciously but doesn’t fuck me. Cook feeds and strokes me but doesn’t so much as stick his cock in any of my holes. I read for hours and am beginning to feel a tinge of loneliness when Cook brings me an early lunch.
“Why has no one been with me this morning?” I ask, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice. Clearly I have gotten used to the constant attention and need and always being used and appreciated.
“Baby girl, it’s not because we don’t want you. We are all saving ourselves for this afternoon’s events. That’s why you are having an early lunch, we cannot wait a minute longer.”
“What do we have planned?” I ask, brightening up.
Cook taps his nose playfully, his dimples indenting deeply as he grins back at me. “That, baby girl, is for me to know and you to find out.”
“Oh a secret. When will I be let in on the secret?”
“In about half an hour. When you’ve finished eating and your food has gone down. That’s when the show begins.”
“Show?” I reply.
“Figure of speech.”
“Ok, well thirty minutes isn’t so far away.”
“Exactly. I get to enjoy you all to myself for thirty minutes. All these heavy breasts and puffy pussy. You eating so well has put good meat on your bones, you are looking even more delectable than when you arrived,” the lust is clear in Cook’s voice and his eyes as they seem to devour every inch of me.
I blush, I have certainly been fed very well. I’ve never eaten so much food in my life, clearly, it’s had an impact on my curves. It pleases Cook so it pleases me. I don’t mind some extra flesh for my men to hold on to. My men.
I’m lying on the bed with Cook rubbing my stomach after a huge smorgasbord of luncheon delights was fed to me when the music changes pace and Cook takes that at his cue to leave.
“Go hop into the bathroom baby girl, use the loo and sit on the lid until one of us comes to get you. We are just fixing up the room for an afternoon of playtime.”
I turn to face him on the bed, “Sounds mysterious,” I chuckle, “No problem. I’ll go brush my teeth and pee. See you soon?”
“See you sooner than soon.”
Cook tweaks both of my nipples and I shriek in painful delight, “Cook, you devil!”
I climb off the bed and hear his cheeky retort, “There’s plenty more where that came from.” Smiling to himself, he moves off the bed and begins to push the food trolley out of the room as I walk into the bathroom and close the door.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting patiently on the loo.
I should have grabbed a book before dashing inside, I scold myself.
But I listen hard and think I can hear a few voices and some movement.
But the music has been turned up and really, I don’t know anything about what is going on inside there.
Should I be worried? I don’t think so, these men have been nothing but gentle and caring, even David who spanked and paddled me hardly left any marks.
A light tap comes on the door and Dr Jack pokes his head around to find me sitting waiting on the toilet lid. “Hey sweet girl, are you ready to come out and play?”
“Hey yourself handsome. And heck yes, I am ready to play. I have been working myself into a tizzy wondering what you are doing in there.”
Dr Jack walks through the door wearing just his black boxers and holds out his hand, “Let’s put you out of your misery then. Come this way Roxy darling.”
I take his outstretched hand and follow him through the bathroom door into my room, giddy with excitement.
I’m startled to see it looks different. Mirrors line the glass walls; the bed is covered in silk black sheets and bedding.
The lighting is dimmed down. There is a table laid out with toys and floggers, there is a drinks trolley with champagne on ice along with other liquors, mixers and glasses.
To the left of the bed by Tom’s chair is a tall square wooden frame with metal loops around the edges.
What stands out the most is the eight men, almost all of whom are nearly completely naked waiting for me.
All eager eyes and stiff heavy cocks, except David who is wearing trousers.
Even Carl is standing by the drinks trolley looking edgy but sweet.
I feel like it’s my birthday and everyone came to my party.
“Ah, the girl of the hour. It’s a pleasure to see you again Roxy, you have made splendid viewing since we were last together,” says David standing by the table of instruments.
I beam brightly at David, “Thank you Sir. It’s so lovely to see you again too, and everyone.
” I look around the room at all the muscular and athletic men looking back at me.
I smile warmly at Blake and Jake standing by the bed, Tom in his armchair, Darcy at the end of the bed standing next to Cook who is looking at me with pure excitement in his eyes.
I take a moment to digest the sight in front of me.
All these beautiful men paid money to spend time fucking me for a week when they could get any woman in the world.
There is so much testosterone in the room, their male pheromones fill my nose and I pretty much swoon.
Dr Jack, who is still holding my hand, leans in close to speak in my ear but says it loud enough for everyone to hear, “We wanted to get the party started with the drinks, but David suggests we play a bit now and drink a bit later. Would that be ok with you?”
“Sure, that’s fine, what do you have planned?”
“What does he have planned shall we say? David is in charge of tonight’s festivities. We have all given our blessing to be directed by David. We trust him.”
“Even Blake?” I ask, a bit surprised the Dom would be up for that.
“Even Blake,” replies Blake with a growl.
Dr Jack snickers. “Yes, even Blake. Excellent, that’s settled then, David the floor is yours,” Dr Jack says to David.
“Thank you, Doctor. Roxy let’s get you fixed up,” says David.
“Sure Sir,” I let go of Dr Jack’s hand and walk up to David. I’m now accustomed to being completely naked with eyes on every inch of my body.
“Blake, would you tie this twine around each of Roxy’s breasts. Tight,” David hands Blake some twine and I shudder in anticipation. I remember the way they felt the last time they were tied up tight, my pussy tingling at the memory.
“Jake, take the clamps and attach them to her folds. Then you are to attach the twine through the clamps and around under her bottom to hold her pussy open,” instructs David and I take in a breath. He’s getting serious.
“Cook, please help Roxy’s ankles and wrists into cuffs and then attach them to the corners of the frame. We want her to be nice and stretched out for us.”
“No problem, David,” replies Cook like a good boy scout, jumping into action.
There are now many hands on my body. All three men bustle with their jobs.
Jake places what look like document clips on my pussy folds, he lines three up on one side and then three on the other.
They bite into my skin like a clothespin, making me yelp with each one, and I wonder how I’m going to tolerate the pain, let alone when they’re tied to my legs.
Whilst Jake is bending down, kneeling directly at my core, Blake has knotted a piece of twine tight around my right breast and is now coiling the twine around it creating a solid bulbous circle of flesh that is my breast.
Cook joins us. “Right wrist please,” he requests almost jovially.
He looks to be having the most fun right now and has no intention of hiding it.
I feel on edge, heat is pulsing through my body, raising my temperature as so many hands work my body and so many more watch and wait for their instructions.
I hand Cook my right wrist where he fastens a thick leather cuff.
He moves on to my left wrist and then my ankles.
Meanwhile Blake has moved to my left breast and they both begin to throb and ache in unison.
Looking down at them, they’re changing colour before my eyes and looking more of an angry red.
Jake has managed to tie the twine around my left leg and through the holes on the top of the document clips.
When he pulls the twine, my folds move open and my entrance is almost completely exposed along with my clit.
“Arms up now, baby girl,” coos Cook, and I do what he says and watch as he fastens my arms just below each of the corners of the frame. “Now legs, sorry Jake—won’t be a minute.”
Jake moves back from running twine around my left leg to allow me to stretch my legs out and for Cook to cuff me to the corners of the frame. I’m fully exposed as Jake finishes tying the document clips open on my left side and Blake ties off the last of the twine around my breasts.
“Excellent boys, doesn’t she look a picture.” I hear them all agree from different parts of the room.
“Dr Jack, will you do us the honours of placing one of the butt plugs on the table of your choosing inside Roxy’s anus?”
Dr Jack’s eyes flash, “Certainly David, that would be my pleasure.”
The table is in front of the frame so I can see all the toys lined up.
There are so many different shapes and sizes of dildos, butt plugs, floggers, paddles, feathers, lubes, clips, and even an eye mask and ball gag.
Dr Jack strolls over the table and picks up a decidedly larger butt plug on the table and a bottle of lube.