Her First Event
An Alaskan Doll Story
by MWTB
Copyright 2009 by MWTB
This was Donna's first event. He had decided to have her meet him and his slave at Dark Odyssey. It was a good event for her, because it gave her an opportunity to experience lots of sex in addition to the good flogging they both knew that she needed.
She arrived at the hotel and, following his instructions, went right up to the room. The hotel had dedicated floors of rooms for the event, which gave him an excellent opportunity to start her weekend off right. Following his pre-arranged instructions, when she reached the door she put down her small bag and removed her clothing. As she was putting her clothes away in her bag, the elevator dinged and the laughing couple walked out. Her whole body flushed, the first of many she knew, as they watched her kneel down naked in front of the door. She lowered her head, knocked on the door and quickly put her hands behind her back.
Donna sat there for at least a minute waiting for the door to be answered. Finally the door opened and through her half closed eyes she saw a pair of female legs. The woman in front of her turned her body back toward the room and said, "Your doll's here!"
The woman walked away and a man walked up to stand in front of her. "Well, well, well. Isn't this a lovely sight?" He reached down, pulled her hands in front of her and helped her stand up.
After having previously only communicating electronically and telephonically, she got her first look at him in person as he reached around her and pulled her into a great big hug. Of course, a simple hug was not enough for him, and she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder and his fingernails dig into her ass.
"Mmmmm," she moaned.
"Grab your bag and come on in," he said.
She followed him into the room and he introduced her to his slave who welcomed her, hugging her tightly, and telling her, "You're in for an interesting weekend."
The room had one king size bed, and on the floor at the foot of the bed was an oversized doggy bed. She knew the arrangements; she was to sleep in the doggy bed and she was allowed to watch X fuck his slave. She'd been told that if she was very, very good, she might be allowed to do more than watch, but she had also been assured that her body would be well used over the course of the weekend.
He had her unpack her things, though she didn't have a lot to put away as he had told her that she needn't bring very much. When she was done, he turned to the two women and asked, "Are you girls ready to begin this fun weekend?"
Both women nodded eagerly.
"Then let's get you girls ready. Slave, take off your clothes." His slave stripped nude, while he went to the closet and pulled out a thin white sundress. He tossed it to her and she pulled it over her head. He had her turn around and model it for him.
"Excellent," he said. "That'll be your outfit for today."
He looked over at Donna said, "Mmmm, now what are we going to do with you?"
She blushed under his scrutiny, while she waited for him to tell her how to dress.
"Okay, come stand over here."
She walked over and stood in the middle of the room as he had indicated, and waited to see what he would do.
The first thing he did was to take a blindfold and slip it over her eyes. "I don't want you peeking until you can see the final result," he told her.
She jumped slightly when she felt something scrape across her back, though she quickly stood still for him again. It took her a moment to realize that what she was feeling was some sort of marker. For the next five or ten minutes, she stood there as he walked around her body, marking various parts of it. Finally, after examining her for a moment and asking his slave what she thought, he decided that he was done. He slipped a thin rope over her head and then took off her blindfold.
Donna realized that he had positioned her so that she was standing in front of the closet, which had a full length mirror on it. She looked in the reflection and examined what she saw. Around her neck was a rope, and attached to the rope were little markers in various colors. On her chest above her breasts was a large rectangular box. Just over her bare pussy was another rectangular box, and there was yet another one on her right forearm. Donna looked up at X and he indicated that she should turn around. She followed his instructions, and peered over her shoulder trying to see what was on her back.
X had spent most of his time on her back. Across almost her entire back was a large box, in which there was a long list. Donna started trying to read it, but was having a hard time reading it reflected backward in the mirror while craning her neck. X instructed his slave to read what was on Donna's back aloud.
1. You have permission to fuck this dolly.
2. You may instruct this dolly to blow you.
3. You may fuck this dolly in her pussy. Condoms are required.
4. You may fuck this dolly in her ass. Condoms are required.
5. When you have finished using this dolly, please place a black checkmark in the appropriate box to indicate how you have used her mouth, her pussy, her ass or her hands. Please also select a color marker, and leave a message for this dolly anywhere between her thighs and her neck.
6. If you see this dolly at some point when she is not blindfolded, please be sure to let her know that you are one of the people who fucked her.
7. Have a nice day.
Donna finally began to realize what she had gotten herself into. She blushed a deep shade of red, and she felt her thighs starting to get wet as her pussy could no longer contain juices that were flowing through it. She looked over at X, and he just smiled at her.
He beckoned her over to him, and slipped the blindfold over her head, though he did not cover her eyes. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a collar which he attached around her neck. It was a simple black collar, with a small d-ring in the front. He then pulled out a leash, and clipped the leash to the d-ring. Finally, he handed her a wife-beater T-shirt. Before she put it on, she read what it said across the front: "You have permission to fondle me." It appeared that Donna would not be able to stop blushing for the entire weekend.
X walked to the closet and pulled out a cape, which he handed to his slave. He then pulled out a short raincoat and handed it to Donna. The girls put on the outerwear that made them legal to walk through the hotel and followed X into the hall.
"For the rest of this weekend," he explained to Donna, "you are to walk behind us. When you are 'on', someone will be leading you by the leash, so you'll have no choice. The rest of the time, stay just a few feet behind us, but stay close enough that I can turn and grab you when I want." He took his slave's hand and walked towards the elevator, with his dolly following close behind.
They took the elevator downstairs to the first floor and walked up to the registration desk. X gave the volunteer the IDs for all three of them & the girls, after all, didn't have pockets to put them in. They filled out the appropriate forms and got their badges and wristbands. Then X led them through the curtained entrance that closed the event off from the rest of the hotel. They hopped on the escalator that took them down to the lower level, where they were once again in event space and could dress as he wanted.
At the bottom of the escalator was a coat rack where the girls were able to hang up their outerwear. Both girls were barefoot, his slave in the thin white sundress, his dolly in the thin white wife-beater. For the next half-hour or so, X and his slave mingled, meeting up with old friends and making some new ones, while his dolly followed them around. She gasped in surprise the first time someone reached over and fondled her breast, but he did, after all, have permission to fondle her.
Finally it was time to move into the play area. X held his hand out expectantly towards Donna, and with yet another blush, she pulled her T-shirt over her head and handed it to him. He adjusted her blindfold so that it covered her eyes and he picked the end of her leash up in his hand.
Donna was nervous, scared and aroused. She could not see where she was going, and had to trust that X would lead her and keep her safe. He walked slowly, pulling gently on the leash, leading her in a direction that he wanted to go. They walked into the big room, but all of Donna's attention was focused on putting one foot in front of the other.
Eventually they stopped, and Donna just stood there waiting to discover what would happen next. She could hear people behind her reading her back, looking her over, planning what they wanted to do. Finally she heard a man ask, "May I?"
"Certainly," she heard X say. Then she felt hands on her shoulders pushing her down. She dropped to her knees, her hands out to the side to steady herself. Then she felt a blunt object nudging at her lips. She reached up and wrapped her hand around this strange cock, opened her mouth and licked the head as it slipped in.
As Donna began sucking his cock, the first of many she knew she would have to suck that weekend, she thought about where she was. She was in the grand ballroom of a large hotel, in a strange city. She was naked. She was on her knees. A man that she didn't know, probably would never know, had his cock in her mouth. She imagined that there were at least fifty to a hundred people standing around watching her suck his cock. She was equally sure that there were some men standing next to her, awaiting their turn. 'How did I get here?' she wondered. Then she dipped her free hand between her legs, feeling her sopping pussy, and she realized exactly how she had gotten here; her greedy, needy, slutty pussy had led her right to where she was.
Donna stopped thinking about where she was and started concentrating on the cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it, feeling its texture. Despite what many of the people surrounding her probably thought, Donna had not had very many cocks in her life. In fact, the cock that was at that point thrusting in and out of her mouth was only the fourth cock she had ever tasted. And then that cock was spurting a load of cum into her mouth. Donna held the cum in her mouth, savoring the taste. She knew that by the end of this weekend she would be an expert at the different flavors of cum.
She felt the rope around her neck tug as the man pulled a marker off of it. She felt him scratch a little tick mark in the box on her chest. He put the marker back and took another one, and she felt him writing a message across her stomach.
"Thank you," she heard the man say.
Before she could say anything in reply, she heard X say, "You're welcome."
That simple statement made Donna's pussy gush. She thought about what it meant. It was not her being thanked; it was not her right to say, "You're welcome." She was just a doll, whom X got to pose in whatever way he wanted. And the men this weekend would do what they wanted to her, and all they needed was his permission. They knew that he was the one to ask, and he was the one to permit their actions. She was just a handy set of orifices, available for his pleasure.
That thought alone brought her closer to orgasm. So just moments later, when she felt herself pushed onto her hands and knees and a hard cock pressed into her, she yelled out, "I'm just a slutty dolly and this strange cock is making me cum!"
And cum she did.
Her whole body shook as her pussy grasped the rubber coated cock that didn't even slow down in her. She shuddered through an orgasm, and then quickly came again as she heard X say, "Isn't she such a good girl?"
And so the night went. She was rarely free for fifteen or twenty minutes before someone would approach, use her body as he saw fit, then leave a mark and a message on her. X and his slave made sure that she was well hydrated, that there was a large quantity of condoms available, and that nobody went away unhappy.
Donna could feel the men standing over her, or lying on top of her, or thrusting from behind her, or writhing under her as she rode them. They were all shapes and sizes. She would try to tell from the feel of their bodies and the sounds of their voices if they were old or young, fat or skinny, hairy or smooth. Her pussy, her mouth and her ass could give testament to the many sizes and shapes that cocks came in. By the time that X removed the blindfold, Donna was tired, sore, and something that she would never have believed could be possible, fucked out.
X allowed Donna to put her T-shirt back on and then wrapped her in a blanket. He took a chair and set it up near a spanking bench. He had her sit in the chair and drink a bottle of water while he finally turned his attention to his slave. Donna watched as he attached his slave to the spanking bench and then started working her over, first with his hands, then with the crop and finally with canes.
Despite the fact that his slave was clearly crying, Donna hoped that he would feel she had behaved well enough to deserve this treatment herself. And even with all the fucking that she had received, Donna's pussy started juicing watching what X did to his slave. Then she moaned as she watched him drop his pants and push his cock straight into his slave's cunt. X and his slave both groaned as his cock thrust in and out of her wet pussy. From where Donna was sitting, she could hear the squishing of his cock stirring her cunt, and she could see it emerging from and re-entering his slave's pussy with each stroke.
Donna was salivating as she watched them go at it. As many cocks as she'd had that night, she knew she wanted that one. Hell, as much as she didn't like going down on girls, she thought that she might be willing to suck those juices off his cock so that she could get it in her mouth. The slapping of his body on his slave's ass sped up and then suddenly stopped as he thrust deeply into her. Donna could see his ass clenching and knew that he was cumming deep within her.
X rested on his slave's back, clearly tired and spent. After a minute he stood up and pulled out. Donna could see his cum leaking from her pussy. X moved around his slave, unfastening her from the spanking bench. He motioned for Donna to get off the chair and he brought his slave over to sit on his lap. They both drank water as they recuperated from their session.
When they were a little rested, they headed back upstairs, grabbing their coats and capes and heading to the elevators. When they got to the room, X made Donna stand in the middle of the room and he took pictures of her from all sides, taking close-ups of many of the comments. "This should give you something to remember this weekend by," he said. "Also, no showers for you. I know you smell like a whorehouse, but that should make you feel right at home."
X took his slave into the bed, while Donna went to lie in the doggie bed. It was the end of a long day, and tomorrow promised to be even longer.
In the morning were classes, which X allowed Donna to attend clothed, which of course meant wearing only a long T-shirt that read, "I am a slut", as if anyone would have doubted that.
They were just exiting a class when a man walked up to Donna and said, "Hi, I'm Joe. We haven't been officially introduced, but I fucked you last night."
Donna blushed furiously and looked down, muttering a quiet, "Hello."
"It was a shame, because I didn't get to sample your lovely mouth," he said.
"Take your shirt off, dolly," X told his dolly.
Donna took off her shirt and handed it to X, who put the blindfold and leash on her. She felt him hand the leash over and heard him say, "Here you go. You can take her somewhere and try her mouth."
Donna knew the blush reached at least her tits as she felt the pull of the leash. The man walked her around a corner, and then pulled her to a stop. Once again, she felt hands on her shoulders pushing her to the floor, then heard his zipper opening. She opened her mouth, waiting for the cock to penetrate her. She was humiliated by what she was doing, and yet, at the same time, dripping wet.
Donna knew that what she was doing was 'wrong', that being a slut who handed out any hole to anyone that wanted was 'bad'. Yet it felt so good, and it made her feel fulfilled. She reflected on the fact that she wasn't in control of it, that she was forced to do it because she'd agreed to obey X, and that seemed to make it even better.
Joe started cumming in her mouth, but pulled out before he was done and splashed some cum on Donna's face and tits. When he was done, he took a marker and put a check mark on her chest, and he wrote his thoughts right over where he had cum on her chest.
Joe zipped up and walked away, while someone else helped Donna to her feet. She wondered if it was X, but realized it probably wasn't when she felt herself pushed against the wall one leg raised onto a chair.
Being unable to see gave Donna a very helpless feeling. The first indication that the next act was beginning was when she felt a tongue run along her pussy lips. She moaned as the person reached around her and dug sharp fingernails into Donna's ass.
"That's it, love. Get her nice and wet so I can fuck her," she heard a man standing next to her say.
From between her legs she heard a muffled, yet distinctively female grunt of acknowledgement.
Donna wasn't a lesbian. She wasn't really bi, though she didn't mind kissing girls and playing with their tits. Perhaps she was only bi above the waist, at least until now. She still had no desire to go down on a girl but she had to admit to herself, as her orgasm approached, that this girl knew her way around a pussy.
"That's enough," the man said, just as Donna was getting ready to cum. The girl moved away as Donna groaned in disappointment, but the disappointment was short-lived as the man quickly replaced the woman between her legs, bending down slightly and then pushing his cock all the way into her, pinning Donna to the wall. She moaned loudly, but it was cut off by a tongue being pushed into her mouth.
Donna remembered something about whores not kissing their Johns, but since X hadn't told her that she could deny the men that, she was forced to kiss back. Her arms wrapped around his back as her body took his cock fucking her pussy and his tongue fucking her mouth. But as he thrust harder, she was forced to pull away from his mouth as her head snapped back and bounced against the wall and her whole body locked up and she came hard.
"Whoa!" the man inside her said, holding on to her as she started slumping to the ground. He helped her down until she was lying on her back. Ignoring the fact that the girl under him was mostly unresponsive, the man pounded into Donna, using her to get himself off. He soon reached that goal and thrust into her, filling the condom and crushing the dazed girl under him.
The man soon climbed to his knees, causing his cock to slurp out of Donna's abused pussy.
"Help take that off," the man said. Donna wasn't sure what he was talking about, but figured he was talking to the girl whom he'd had prepare Donna's pussy. She could hear the condom being pulled off, and then felt something dripping on her hip. She realized that the condom had been emptied on her, and she felt a woman's fingers rubbing the cum into her skin. Then she felt a marker pulled off her neck and a tick mark put into the box over her pussy, and something written on her hip.
The man got up and thanked her, then walked away. Donna just lay there for a few minutes, getting her breath back. Then she was helped to a sitting position and the blindfold and leash were removed.
"You made us miss the next class," X said. "Good thing I wasn't that interested in it."
Donna was a little relieved that X had been there the whole time. He handed her the T-shirt and she slipped it over her head. He helped her up, and they walked towards the stairs.
X's slave handed Donna a bag. In it was a skirt, far shorter than she would normally wear, (assuming that she would wear a skirt, which she rarely did), a sweater that buttoned up the front and a pair of sandals. She pulled on the skirt and saw that it did, in fact, come just a little lower than the long T-shirt. She pulled the sweater over the T-shirt, but was only allowed to button it so that the 'LU' of 'SLUT' was visible. After putting on her sandals, X said, "We're going out to lunch."
As she walked the block from the hotel to the restaurant, she was acutely aware of what she was wearing, and wondered if anyone could tell what was, or rather what was not under, the few clothes that she had on. It was a good thing that he'd been having her spend so much time without a bra and panties, but no panties under a pair of jeans was a far different thing than no panties under a short skirt.
As they sat at lunch, X asked Donna about how she was feeling. She contemplated this for a moment, and then tried to explain the conflicting feelings that she was having. X and his slave listened to what she had to say and discussed it with her, and they all agreed that she was doing OK, and ready for more.
"Which is a very good thing," X said.
"Why is that?" Donna asked.
"Because I've arranged for a gang-bang for you tonight," he explained blandly.
Donna's mouth dropped open. She shouldn't have been shocked, but everything he did to her seemed to shock her.
"No blindfolds, no anonymity," X continued. "You get to see every person that you are fucking and sucking, and they get to see you, knowing you are being fucked by them."
"Now that sounds interesting," the cute young waitress said. It was X's turn to blush as he realized that the waitress had overheard him, though he still didn't get as close to the glow that Donna was putting out.
His quick-witted slave asked the waitress, "Did you want to join her?"
"Um," the waitress stammered, the tables turned. "I can't. I have to work tonight. Can I get you anything else?"
They let the waitress off the hook with a smile, and they walked back to the hotel. They all went to the hotel room for a nap, though Donna watched X make love to his slave before they all fell asleep.
When they awoke, X allowed his slave to give his dolly a sponge bath, being careful not to wash off any of the writing. He had borrowed a friend's suite, so he led the two girls down the hall, Donna naked and his slave fully dressed; he didn't want any of the men to be confused about who was to be fucked ... His friend let them in and gave them drinks. He showed Donna some signs that read, "Gangbang in Room 702" and had her hang them up around the floor.
As she was hanging them up, she started having second thoughts. This was a long-time fantasy of hers, but now that it was approaching, she wasn't so sure. Then she thought of all she'd done the last day and decided, "What the hell? In for a penny, in for a pound."
She walked back to the room, and X instructed her to prop the main door open, then led her back into the bedroom. She gasped as she saw six men, all naked. "She's all yours," X said, then took his slave and walked over to a chair that was off to the side.
Donna was a little scared, and was sure that she looked like a deer in headlights. But that didn't seem to affect the men, at least not to divert them from their planned course, as one of them pulled her to the bed and laid her down. The men were a cross-section; some good looking, others not so much, some young, some older. One of the less good looking ones was the one who pushed her to the bed, and he must not have been getting much because he very quickly put a condom on and then thrust into her. He lasted less than a minute before he was grunting and cumming in her.
Despite the speed, the reality of what was happening got Donna very worked up; not enough to cum, but enough to have made it feel good. "Thank you," she said to the man, and kissed him. The man just blushed and moved away. He pulled his condom off and stood to the side, allowing the next man to approach. He looked a little more confident, and his cock felt more confident as he slipped it in her. He squeezed her nipples and she arched her back, moaning in pleasure.
She was enjoying the thrusting cock when she felt the bed move near her head. She turned to the side and saw a hard cock ready for her. She took it in her mouth, and reveled in the sensation of two cocks in her. She knew that there would be more. And indeed, there were.
By the time the night ended with her riding a cock and another pressed into her ass while she was sucking on a third, four of the six men had cum in or on her twice and three more men had joined the party. In addition, there were three couples who were just watching her perform. Well, two couples just watching her really; the third was fucking while watching her, with the man sitting in a chair and the girl on his lap, facing away from him, watching the show while sucking another of the bystanders.
When all three of the men in her had cum, X had all of the men still in the room line up, and then she walked to each of them and thanked them, while they marked and signed her appropriately. Some of the watchers signed her as well, though they didn't put a tick in any box.
X took pictures of her before allowing her to towel herself off. Then the three of them went back to X'st room, where Donna rested her aching body while watching X fuck his slave.
The morning of the last full day dawned brightly, though none of the people in the room got up with it. When they did get up, X gave Donna a long T-shirt that read 'This dolly needs a good spanking'.
Donna happily put in on, and in truth, she did. That morning, after eating breakfast at the hotel restaurant, they actually attended some classes. People by then knew that Donna was available for play, so a number of them offered to spank her, which X accepted. While X didn't let them abuse her too much, she nevertheless had a red and tender ass by the time the day was done. X hadn't had her remove her shirt, so she was unfucked, but not unsatisfied.
Late in the evening, X took his slave and his dolly down to the dungeon. When they arrived, he walked them over to a cross and turned to Donna and said, "Strip."
She did as he directed, and he reached into his bag and pulled out cuffs, which he attached to her wrists and ankles. They were plainer than the fur-lined ones he had for his slave, but she liked the simplicity, the way the leather cut into her wrists.
He attached short chains to the rings on the cuffs and attached those chains to the eyebolts on the frame of the St. Andrew's cross. She shuddered as she anticipated what she was going to get. He set his toy bag on the back side of the cross, where Donna could see what he was removing, and she moistened as she saw the thick flogger he removed.
He walked behind her, leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You've been a good dolly, haven't you?"
"Yes, Sir," she said.
"Do you want this?" he asked, running the flogger down her back.
"Oh, yes, Sir. Please!" she replied.
He nipped at her ear and stepped back. He started slowly, brushing the flogger across her back, ass and legs, but then increased the strength as he focused on her ass, making her rise on her toes.
"More?" he called out to her.
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"I couldn't hear you," he teased. "What did you say? What do you want?"
"More, Sir!" she practically shouted. "Flog me harder!"
That was a request he was quite happy to comply with, so he picked up the pace. He continued for a few minutes, and then stopped momentarily. She relaxed a moment, waiting for the flogger to continue thudding into her when she heard a faint whistle through the air and a sharp, stinging pain raced through her ass, forcing her onto her toes.
Two more quickly followed, then he leaned in and said, "Just because you like thuddy doesn't mean I won't do stingy when I want to."
"Yes, Sir," she said through gritted teeth, waiting for more as he stepped back. She got more, with a couple of strokes against her thighs before he continued with the flogger. He kept flogging her until he felt she had had enough.
She was sobbing, holding onto the chains, but her mind was in a different place. She vaguely felt him behind her, pressing into her, his leather pants cool against the of her red and striped ass. He was stroking her hair, then pulled it back and asked, "Are you OK?"
She nodded.
"Are you happy?"
"Oh, yes," she sighed.
"Have you been a good girl?" he asked.
"I've tried to be," she said. "Was I?"
"A very good little doll," he told her, making her smile.
She felt him reach between her spread legs, and slip a buzzing egg into her pussy. She groaned as he told her, "Don't let that fall out."
She clenched tightly to keep it in, the pleasure in her pussy joining the pain of her ass and back, merging into something completely unique to her. Then he was back, pressed against her, but instead of the cool leather, she felt something hot and hard poking her ass.
"You were very, very good," he said, then he spread her ass cheeks and pushed in.
Donna groaned and came as his thickness filled her. She started crying again, this time in happiness and relief as he plundered her well-used ass. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, "This slut is cumming with your cock in my ass!" She repeated it over and over again, though her volume lessened.
He continued using her until finally her clenching body forced the cum out of him. He pulled out and stumbled over to the chair and sat down heavily, drained. His slave walked over to Donna and helped her down, putting her on her knees next to the chair with her head on his lap. She wrapped a blanket around Donna and they rested for a few minutes, getting their breath and bearings back. Eventually they went back to the room, where Donna collapsed happily into the doggy bed as X's excited slave sucked him hard again, then climbed on and rode him until they both got their release.
The next morning, X took a few last pictures and then allowed Donna to shower. She scrubbed with soap and then alcohol, but the magic marker would not come completely off.
X smiled when he saw her, saying, "I thought you might want a memory that might lasts a little longer. It'll be fun when you go try on clothes after you get home."
Donna shuddered, knowing that he would make her do just that, and probably more, making sure that lots of people knew what a slut she was.
Finally it was time to say good-bye. He allowed her to dress in her traveling clothes & even allowing a bra and panties! & and packed the little bag she had. She left the room, looking back happily, glad that her fantasy had come true.