My Master..by Pearl

I came home from a 12 hour day at work looking for some relaxation. But Master had something different in mind. He needed my attention.
He opened the door and met me on the porch. I could tell by the look in his eye that I would get no rest. I knew the procedure. I put down my brief case and my purse and began to undress. When my clothes were off and neatly folded in his hands, he threw them inside the door as I bent over the railing. He glanced across the street at the few houses that could see the porch clearly and smiled. These were where the perverted old men of the neighborhood lived. They always watched for my car coming home, waiting for the show. Master spanked my ass until I screamed when the pain became overwhelming. I knew the old men loved to hear the screams.
Master grabbed me roughly by the hair and pulled me inside. I stood in the center of the living room as I knew would please him. He sat on the couch in front of me and played with the hair on his chin, looking at my body. "Turn around and bend over." I obeyed and felt my 2" thick anal plug pushing at my ass. Master drizzled baby oil down my crack and the plug slid right in, stretching me. It was briefly painful, but replaced by the thrilling feeling of being filled. Master admired me from behind before instructing me to stand and face him again. "Kiss my feet."
"Yes Master." I knelt in front of him and kissed the toes on each of his feet, letting my lips linger to warm each toe. "We're going out. Bring me your vinyl pants." I went into the bedroom, excited to be going somewhere with Master. I brought the pants to Master and knelt before him, offering them to him with my head bowed. The pants looked like any other black pants when they were on. But Master had them made especially for me, with the vinyl against my skin. The crotch snapped open to expose my pussy whenever Master wished and the snap panel had vinyl beads sewn into the inside to rub against me. Master put on a very low cut red tank top over my head with no bra. I knew not to argue, though my full C breasts would be bouncing all night and my nipples would be staring everyone in the face. He loved it when they would stare at me.
Master then smeared baby oil all over my legs and pussy and ass. When I stepped into my pants, the vinyl slid over my body easily. Master buttoned and zipped them, attaching the crotch panel so I was not exposed. But not before putting baby oil onto the vinyl beads. As I walked into the bedroom to get my shoes, the vinyl caressed and massaged my legs and ass. The vinyl beads in the crotch panel teased my labia and the thick anal plug was filling me, I could think of nothing else. Master knew how to keep my mind on what is important.
I was not allowed a coat, though the temperature was low. We went to a night club in town that we never went to. I knew these people were not lifestyle people and I got nervous. I had no idea what Master had planned. When Master pulled me from the car, he made sure we ran in front of a car as if we were in a hurry so that my tits would bounce and make themselves obvious.
It was a large club with a dance floor and filled with beautiful people. Master nodded to the bartender and a waitress cleared us a booth. We sat down and were watching the crowd. Master removed the crotch panel of my pants again, "Put your leg up on the booth next to you." I obediently spread my legs and lifted my left leg onto the booth seat. Now I felt like I was showcasing. Master smiled, "If men come over here, you're to be polite to them, do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"If they touch you, you'll let them."
"Yes, Master."
Master disappeared and the waitress began bringing me drinks. Tequila shots, Tequila Sunrise, Margaritas ... this would be all I drank all night. Master knew the effects of tequila on my body and he intended to use it to his advantage tonight. I felt the burn of the alcohol in the pit of my stomach, trickling down between my legs.
An attractive young man came to the table and scooted up next to me. "Are you having fun yet?"
"Yes, thank you." He didn't say much else, just began kissing my neck and fingering my pussy. I spotted Master at the far end of the bar, watching with a smile. The man smelled like he had been drinking beer for hours and it disgusted me having his thick, drunk tongue smearing around on my neck. But I obeyed and allowed my body to be used as Master wished. Another guy came over and was trying to get my drunk guy to dance with a girl. "Fuck that. Check this chick out. The bartender said we're allowed to do whatever the fuck we want to her and she can't say no." He pulled out one of my breasts and began sucking the nipple. I chugged my Tequila Sunrise. His friend's eyes popped out of his head and he ran off. His drunk friend was fingering my wet pussy so fast and awkwardly rough that I was sure he would bruise me. He pulled away and licked his fingers and went into the bathroom. While I was alone, I took the two tequila shots and began to feel a little more willing. Master was enjoying watching my transformation and sent me more shots.
Drunk guy's friend returned with two more guys and they scooted in the booth, one went under the table and I felt his tongue begin to lap at my pussy. He kept his tongue soft and thick and went slowly. I laid my head back and began to moan. The two other guys pulled out my breasts and began smothering them with their tongues, sucking on my nipples so that they were stinging and standing at attention. One of them started kissing me on the mouth while he continued to fondle my breasts. The other pulled out his cock and began stroking it, moaning and watching the other two tease my body. In no time, he was pushing the guy kissing me out of the way so he could shove his dick in my mouth just in time to shoot his load into my throat. I was unprepared, but I gulped it all down and managed to clean his cock. This almost sent me over the edge with the guy licking between my legs, but he pulled away, leaving me unsatisfied and came into the booth to jerk off. He came on my tits and a small crowd that had begun to gather cheered. Someone shoved a girl forward and she climbed into the booth to lick the cum off my tits, sucking at my nipples and kissing me while the men's dicks got harder. The girl fed me another shot and licked my pussy briefly before she left. Someone pulled my legs into the air and tied them to something hanging from the ceiling ... a light? then the group moved the table out of the booth and hard cocks began coming toward me. Girls were getting jealous and disgusted, making their men leave. Others were kissing me and fondling my tits, taking their pants off to rub their pussies in my face, which I licked obediently. Then men started fucking me. With the plug in my ass, it was the most amazing feeling. The bartender kept reminding them to "keep it short." Master would have given that instruction, he wouldn't want me getting off during any of this. And they were quick. One would give me just a few jabs while watching me eat pussy or make out with another girl and he would shoot his load and move on. The girls kept me drunk and the guys turned on while my pussy was violated. A glass dish was placed under my pussy as the cum began to leak out. Soon there was a puddle of cum in the dish and it was taken to the bar where girls were lapping it up like kittens.
I could feel my insides ballooning and filling up with cum. Someone kept turning the anal plug, moving it around to tease me even further. I still wasn't allowed to cum. Between the tequila and the pussy that kept being shoved in my face, I was ready to beg for an orgasm. A girl came to eat me out and taste the cum from my pussy, the men cheering her on. I looked down at her and pushed a giant load of cum onto her face. She licked at it and smiled. The men cheered even louder. Master appeared through the crowd and replaced the crotch panel to my pants before untying my legs and pulling my shirt up. "Let's go." He led me out of the club and into the car. On the walk to the car, my wet, cum filled pussy was leaking into the finyl pants and I could feel my skin swimming in cum against the vinyl. It made me even wetter and more desperate to cum.
"You were a very good girl tonight, my slut."
"Thank you, Sir."
When we arrived home, Master stripped me naked and stood me in the living room covered in cum, with the anal plug still stretching at my ass. I was drunk and had been used so well that I felt an anxiety inside. I would do anything for an orgasm. Master returned from the laundry and sat on the couch. "Do you feel sticky and wet between your legs, slave?"
"Yes, Master"
"Rub your legs together." I began walking in place, rubbing my inner thighs together and feeling how wet I had become. The anal plug was moving in my ass, making me more and more desperate. "Now tell me what you want."
"I want to cum, Master."
"How badly?"
"So badly, Sir."
"Kiss my feet." I knelt to kiss his boots, then rested my forehead on them. "Lay on your back in front of me." I laid down, with my pussy facing him. "Now touch yourself. And keep begging me for that orgasm I know you want so badly. If you get close, you better stop and keep begging."
"Yes, Sir." I began touching myself and the anxiety peaked. I could handle it no longer. I had to cum, and I had to have permission. "Please, Sir, please. Please let me cum. I'm begging you, Master, please. Please, Master, please. Please, please, please, please, please, oh god, Master, I beg you, please let me cum. Please! I got so close that I had to stop touching myself. I rubbed my inner thighs and fondled my tits while I continued to beg, "Please Master, oh my god, please let me cum for you, please. I was a good girl, you said so, Master. You said I was so good. Please let me cum, please. Please please please please, sir." My voice was becoming childlike with a whine to it. Finally Master leaned forward, "Cum for me, slut." I began touching myself, but it didn't take long before I was in the middle of a powerful orgasm that took over my body. I was jerking and convulsing, moaning like a wild cat. "Thank you, Sir, oooooohhhhh thank you! I love you, Master. Thank you."
Master got up and went to bed, leaving me there to clean up when I recovered. I had such a feeling of pride. I had pleased Master and he had allowed me to pleasure myself. Such relief and such humility. I knew I would sleep well on my bed on the floor next to Master's. An obedient slave always does.