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How do I start my story? part 3
I didn't know which call to make first. Of course Miss Christine was the
only thing on my mind but did have professional responsible. I stared that
the two pink pieces of paper. The note from Attorney Atwood was dated and
time stamp 15 minute before Miss Christine note. I choose to call Attorney
Atwood first. We spend 45 minutes on the phone talking about the case, what
I would needed to be prepared to discuss. During the call Michelle drop off
all the case files from Mr. Young's office, and my travel itinerary. We were
traveling by corporate jet. Not a word was spoken about the rest of the
trip.
I called Miss Christine's number and got a message for 23. I had almost a
page of instructions and assignment for Miss Christine.
The first few days of the trip to Seattle were mostly all work. Scott and
Attorney Atwood were very busy work well into the night. On a couple of
those days 23 didn't even get to see Miss Christine.
The hotel arrangements were amazing. Attorney Atwood had a beautiful suite
with a great view; my smaller room had an adjoining door. The rule were
simple Scott always entered thru the front door and 23 always entered thru
the adjoining door.
Our first Saturday night is Seattle was one of the hardest nights of my
life. I learn what Miss Christine had planned for me.
23 spent most of the day caring for Miss Christine personal needs, bathing,
washing her hair. Part of the afternoon was spent picking out a dress for a
date she has that evening. 23 was crushed when he asked where we were going
and Miss Christine said, "23, we don't date, that not what our relationship
is about. You serve me; I use you for personal pleasure. What you get out of
is the joy of making me happy. I would be surprise if we every have sex
together." I just stool there my role was only to take care of her; she didn't
plan on every doing anything for me. I knew I was in love with her could I
live like this?
Miss Christine left for her date at 7:00 pm. 23 was instructed to stay home
and wait by the door in case Miss Christine need him tonight. 23 waited for
hour by the door nude as normal. 23 here Attorney Atwood and her date enter
the suite. 23 could tell things were getting romance. 23's phone buzzed,
"Come to the bedroom"
"Yes Madam," I spoke as I entered the room eye down so not to see who was in
the bed.
She said to her date "This is 23 he is a personal servant of mine" she then
instructed me to kneel between her legs. As I worked on pussy and clit she
and her date discuss how poor he was at foreplay and he could learn
something watch 23. I would tell Miss Christine body was getting close to
cuming. She signaled we to stop and rolled over to finish with her date. I
love being part of Miss Christine's orgasm. It was amazing hard to kneel
there and not watch someone else have the pleasure of bring her to orgasm.
It didn't take long for him to finish; I would tell Miss Christine needed
more. I waited tranquilly to be called. I finish taking Miss Christine were
she need to go. The new taste of sperm was not at distasteful as I expected.
Miss Christine asked her date if he could go again, he laughed and said no I
didn't bring anyone along to help me. At that Miss Christine instructed me
to move the other side of the bed and see if I would "Get our guess ready"
I had never had a penis in my mouth before. But the taste of Miss Christine
was all I was thinking about. I was a strange feeling as his penis began to
harded. I could feel my mouth filling more will each stroke I took down. I
showed it to Miss Christine at several level of hardness. Until she found
one she could work with. I waited in the bathroom as instructed. I wasn't
long before my services were required. Didn't seem to be much sperm this
time. I gloated a little to myself.
I was dismissed for the rest of the evening. I could tell from Miss
Christine voice she wasn't happy. But then came morning Miss Christine was
up at dawn. She was intensely mad about my attitude her guest the night
before. I was handed a sheet of instruction.
Clean myself out with enema kit 1 gallon of water minimum
No breakfast, only juice
Insert the large butt plug, which I will get to see finally
Ball gag and head harness
Ankle cuff to big chair in living room
Hands cuff behind back
Lights off
Bend over chair ass facing the front door.
I waited what seemed like hours in the dark for a noise at the door. The
first person to walk in was the maid. She made a small startled noise when
she first stepped in. She brought the Maid Service Needed sign from the
door. I guess Miss Christine must of put it up on her way out. She vacuumed
and cleaned around me. There was a note on the dresser for the maid she made
a more startled noise when she read it. But she showed me the $100 bill just
before taking the vacuum to my penis. It doesn't feel as good as you may
have thought when you were a kid. But it did leave me with a nice erection.
She left and turned off the lights.
I waited some more. The backs of my legs were starting to burn. I couldn't
straighten up with the long plug and my ankle attached to the chair. Every
minute became torture. I was to the point of welcoming what every surprise
Miss Christine had for me when she opened the door.
I heard the door open. I could hear Miss Christine and 3 or 4 men. They
sounded black. One asked Miss Christine if he should call his cousin because
he carried 12" cock. She told him yes. I would hear her paying the men. They
were told I would love very thing she had planed and do worry about hurting
him.
Miss Christine started by putting chain between top of my head and my
handcuffs it pulled my hand back. I got one good breath of air between the
removal of the ball gag and the first cock entering my mouth. It didn't
matter that I wouldn't move my head I wasn't giving blow jobs I was getting
my face savagely fucked. The first man was proud that he would get the whole
head of his cock down my throat; I choked and gasped for air between the
violent thrusts. Then came the one deep thrust and my throat filled with
cum. I couldn't breath someone griped my nose to make sure I swallow the
whole load of cum. After one on two quick breathes the next cock was in my
mouth. I was starting to get the hang of being deep throated. I was only
gagging on every 4th or 5th thrust. As the forth man was fucking my face I
heard a knock on the door. It was the missing cousin.
Miss Christine paraded his cock in front of the chair so I could see it.
Through the leather straps I could see it was massive. It almost looked as
big as his arms.
When I felt the plug being removed from my ass I was sure were the massive
cock was headed. I felt like he as tearing me apart. I could feel the cock
hit the end of my rectum when pull my anus in. He took great pleasure in
removing the cock very few strokes so I could feel it reenter by body. I
could taste the tears running off my cheeks. I would have thanked him for
cumming if I could have spoken thru the ball gag.
The other 4 had their way with my ass but after the cousin it didn't matter.
They were mostly just more cum in torn up ass. I was no longer able hold
myself up over the chair I was laying with my face in the cushion of the
chair. Two of the men stood me up they were amazed I still had an erection.
My arms and neck were numb from the pain of being strapped together. My ass
was one giant never open ending the air for door opening and closing make it
throb. My legs burned.
The men left Miss Christine stood behind me now I would feel her anger. This
is to remind you of your place. I hear a swoosh thru the air then felt the
bite of the bamboo cane striking my tinder ass cheeks. I would have yelled
or jumper or covered myself it I could have done any of those things. I
stopped counting at ten. My ass was burning. On the final blow I felt the
cane break take a extra bite out of my ass. God I hoped that was the only
cane she had.
Miss Christine started to unhook me from the chair. "Did you learn anything
today 23?"
"Yes Madam, I have no claim on you or your affection. I'm here to server you
in any way you require. And I should do it with a smile" I whimper to her.
"Go clean yourself up we are going out." As returned from the showed I saw
Miss Christine had laid out an outfit for the evening. Blue shorts, light
blue t-shirt, cock and ball separator, sandals, and collar and leash. As I
dressed Miss Christine ask if I felt ready to make our relationship more
long term. After to day your mine and I will determine when you leave.
I said yes.
When out for a walk on Sunday afternoon with me on a leash. I didn't talk my
eyes off the ground. Our first stop was tattoo parlor. Miss Christine looked
at the font and style they could write 23. She chose roman numerals. XXIII
was tattoo across my pubic arch. She chose a style that makes them look like
raised letter. It took the tattoo artist over 3 hours to finish but so far
it was the nicest quietest part of my day.
Page 4.
23 get sign of ownership
Scott get promoted
Miss Christine has more fun.