"Me too," concurred John. "Hot and bothered."

"Well, I'm sure we can do something about that, gentlemen," grinned my Master. "Harriet, come here!" Taking care not to rub my red and throbbing behind, I approached my Master with trepidation. Head bowed, I stood before him.

"You heard what my guests said. They are uncomfortable, which is not something I want in my house. Put them at their ease."

I looked at him, not understanding what he required.

"Oh for goodness sake, useless wretch!" he exclaimed. "Attend to their erections, now!"

I stood, dumbstruck. He couldn't be serious. Everything that had happened tonight had been an endless spiral of humiliation. I looked back to when I arrived home, to when I was ordered to put on that ridiculous outfit. How outraged I had been, how ashamed. Compared with what followed it was very small beer indeed. Being paraded in front of my erstwhile friends, the full extent of my servility so cruelly and suddenly exposed; being forced to serve their meals, stripping off items of clothing with each course; and being spread over the knee of someone who had been my closest friend, naked and trembling, to be thrashed in full view of everyone in the room: I had thought my humiliation complete, my fall total. Never did I imagine I was going to conclude the evening by servicing the men whom I had until now called friends, by ministering to their needs, acting as a low and common slut. And yet, here I was.

Mark was seated on the settee, and he roused me from my shocked silence by unzipping his trousers and pulling them down.

Here," he cried. Like an automaton, I moved towards him and knelt before him, between his knees. I had always fancied Mark, always wondered what he might be like; I could never have thought to find out in such a fashion. I eased down his boxer shorts and unveiled his cock. It was a good size, about six inches or so, and uncircumcised. That was different, as my Master was circumcised, and I had no experience of an uncut man. Tamely, I reached out and gripped it with my right hand. It was hot and very stiff, and he jerked automatically as my hand flexed round its girth.

"Mmm," he sighed. "That's the stuff." I started to wank him gently, pulling his skin back and forward, watching curiously as the head was partly covered by his foreskin, then emerged again. Back and forward I stroked, and his glans emerged, then hid, emerged and hid, emerged and hid. I rolled my palm upwards so that it grazed against his knob, the contact causing him to wince with pained pleasure. Grabbing his balls, I began to graze my nails up and down, from the base of his prick to his perineum, eliciting from him a sigh of pleasure.

I felt the settee move as John came over and sank himself into it.

"My turn," he cried. "I can't wait any longer."

Almost reluctantly, I pulled myself away from Mark and slid over towards John. His trousers and pants were already at his feet and his cock was in full view. It wasn't too big, about five inches maybe, but quite thick, and circumcised. I began the same process with him, stroking up and down his cock, feeling it pulse beneath my grip. I rubbed my palm across his glans and he appeared to like it more than Mark, moaning for more. He, too, seemed to like being stroked under his balls and towards his asshole, and he pushed himself further forward to allow me better access.

"Suck," he said, and without hesitation I leaned forward and stroked his cock with my tongue, grazing upwards from the base of his shaft to the very tip of his head. There, I opened my mouth and pressed down, taking his purple helmet within me. He tasted salty and powerful. I ran my tongue around his glans as I had earlier done with my palm, and was rewarded with the same satisfied sighs. Wrapping my mouth around his glans I began to suck on it, at first gently, then progressively harder, while continuing to use my nails to graze at his balls.

John's hands reached out for my head and he pressed me down, forcing me to take his cock deep into my mouth. I have never been much good at deep throating, having a tendency to gag, but I realised that in this situation I would do well to behave as my Master and his friends decreed. I pushed downwards, taking his whole cock into my mouth, feeling my lips graze against his pubic hair. Sucking hard, I began to bob my head up and down, squeezing my cheeks inwards to apply pressure to his throbbing cock and rasping my lips against him. Up and down, up and down I plied, swallowing to keep my mouth moist in order to maintain the steady frottage of his cock.

I felt a jerk at my shoulder as Mark impatiently pulled me towards him.

"My turn for that," he said, pushing me towards his stiff cock. I lowered myself onto him, impaling my mouth on it. As I did so, John grabbed my hand and pressed it to him, and I began to wank him as I sucked on Mark. His cock felt different in my mouth, the movement of my lips rubbing against him causing more friction and movement of his skin. He was longer and I had difficulty accommodating its entire length; after a few attempts, each pressing deeper and deeper, I succeeded in taking his entire length and began to suck on him earnestly.

I was aware that as I attended to the two men, I was crouched on the floor, with my naked arse upraised and on full view. My pussy was throbbing and soaking wet, my lips puffy and extended. Despite the despair and humiliation of my experience, I was excited by this notion, excited to know that my Master and Andrea could observe me as I performed on the men, and could see that I was turned on.

This is it then, Harriet, I thought. This is what it boils down to. You are turned on be being used by these people, excited by being made to perform for them. You are their slave, because you wish it. And as I continued to suck on Mark, while wanking John's hard cock, I knew it was true. And I knew also that what I wanted more than anything in the world was for my Master and Andrea to join us.