Before long, I find myself shackled to the stage. Master stands over me, a whip in hand. He bends me over the podium, and says to me, "Count."
I wince as the whip hits me the first time. "One, Master."
It comes down harder the second time. "Two, Master."
The third is worse than the first two. "Three, Master."
I keep counting, eventually crying out in pain when I feel like I can't take anymore. "Twenty-five, Master," I say weakly. He throws down the whip.
"Now," he says, "Whoever wishes to punish this slave may do so. However, you may only take his ass with toys and fingers."
My stomach drops. He's letting all of these other people touch me?
The first to approach is Dylan's Master. He unzips his pants and shoves his d**k into my mouth without warning, roughly slamming into the back o
