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Master had said we were going to a party and I wondered what sort of a party I, as a piggy slave, would go too. We were in the car with me dressed normally (my large cleavage always on show) but in light bondage gear, my piggy collar and lead, handcuffs and a tight rope “pantie” rubbing painfully against my pussy). We had been going for about an hour and were out in the country. Master turned into a driveway where there were several other cars. We got out and he led me on my lead to the front door and rang the doorbell. A girl opened it and I saw that she was naked apart from a strip of leather round her cunt, which appeared to have a dildo in. Master gave his name and we were taken into a large room where about 35 to 40 people were standing around, some talking and some looking apprehensively around. I saw that there were several chests round the room and about 20 comfortable looking chairs in a circle. I wondered why there were only enough chairs for half the people.
Suddenly a gong rang out and everyone stopped talking. A man stood in the centre of the circle of chairs. He said “Welcome, Masters and Mistresses with your slaves, pigs and littles. Tonight, we are going to have one of our special torture sessions. First, all Masters and Mistresses take a seat and all slaves strip naked and sit at your owners feet with your feet apart showing us your cunts and cocks”
We did as we were told, and I sat with my shaven pubic area and roped pussy open to the world. As I sat down, I looked around at the other slaves. There were about 10 boys and 10 girls-all in various forms of harness. Some of the girls had weights on nipple rings and one of them had several whip-marks across her breasts. One of the boys had a ring on his cock which was connected to his neck-collar.
My heavy breasts already showed the signs of my discipline session with Master the night before, along with several red pinch points on my inner thigh where he used an electro-prod (my favourite – The Stinger).
“Now the first game is Spin the Plate” said the man who was obviously acting as MC. He had a large metal plate which he spun. “Top means a girl, bottom a boy” Everyone watched it as it slowed down and fell with the open part down. “A boy it is! Which owner is volunteering his slave for a bit of fun?”
“I will” said a young fair-headed master. “Up you get, Bobby” he said to his even younger slave and kicked him hard. As the boy rose, we could all see his bottom was a mass of welts, obviously freshly inflicted. He moved to stand in front of the MC. “Fetch me an instrument of punishment from that chest over there. As you are first, you get to choose.” Bobby went to the chest indicated and came back with a wicked looking cat-o-nine tails.
“I see you are a glutton for punishment, Bobby. Well, in this game as some of you owners know, we form a line and give the slave some punishment. Let us see-we will make it 4 each. Hands up, Bobby.” He walked over to the wall and pressed a button and ropes fell from the ceiling, these were quickly tied to Bobby's hands and another button lifted him so that he was standing on tiptoes. I watched from my position on the floor as all the Masters and Mistresses gave Bobby a right going over. He sobbed as the cat lashed his back and bum, begging them to stop-but of course that was useless! At last, he had had the 80 lashes, but then his Master gave him a further 10. The MC said to leave him hanging there whilst the next game was got ready. He said that as the first game had been with a boy, the next one would have a girl as the victim. I heaved a silent sigh of relief. He said “What we will do is we will number the slaves, odds will be girls and evens boys. (What did this mean? I thought) But Bobby doesn't get a number-he's busy already, aren't you?”
As he said this he produced a whip and laid 5 lashes on that poor bum. So, our Masters and Mistresses got numbers for us (mine was 10). The MC dived into one of the chests and came up with a canvas bag. He put his hand in and came out with a number. “Good, he said Its 9! Whose 9?” The Master of a tall blonde girl called that his Lucy was 9. We all looked at the girl. She had nipple and cunt rings but looked rather haughty.
“Come here, Cunt” said the MC. She walked over to him and he felt her tits then her cunt. “Turn round so that we can all see you.” she obeyed him and was then told to kneel and suck the MC's cock-she knelt down immediately and unzipped the man's trousers and pulled out the cock and immediately started sucking it-then the MC used his whip on her giving her 5 lashes. She flinched but didn't stop her sucking, obviously well trained! He pulled her off him roughly and then offered her to any owner for sucking duties! About 5 of the Masters and the same number of Mistresses indicated they wanted to be serviced by her, so the poor girl went round them all and at each one the owner produced a whip and used it on her. She was also told to go to all the other Master and Mistress where she received further lashes. When they were all finished she had lost her haughtiness!
(Later, on the way home, Master told me that with the invitation to the Torture Party, had been an instruction that at the party all slaves would be open to any punishment or torture any of the guests wanted to inflict and that beside each chair would be a whip. This explained why the owners let their slaves be treated so cruelly.)
The MC suddenly put his hand to his mouth and said “Sorry, folks! I forgot something important. I need a slave-anyone will do. I'll draw out a number” He plunged in his hand and came out with-No 10 - my number!
“Come here” he said to me. I crawled to him on hands and knees, my painful udders swinging beneath me, wondering what was coming. He stood me up and led me over to a corner where several towels were on the floor and a chain in the wall to which he chained me by the one wrist. There was quite a lot of chain so I was able to move. He said “What's your name, slut?” I answered “Its Claire, Sir, but I am also instructed to respond to piggy”
“Well, piggy Claire -you're now our Piss-slave! Anyone who wants a pee can use your mouth! Won't that be nice? And if an owner wants to give you a few thrashes, there's a whip there! Slaves must use you-they are not allowed out of this room, but they can't whip you. Do you understand, girl?” I nodded rather sorrowfully. He said “Cheer up! I'll start-open your mouth.”
I did so and felt a hot stream of piss gushing down my throat. I felt a bit embarrassed in front of all those people even though I was well used to drinking piss. When he had finished he picked up the whip and laid 10 heavy lashes on my bottom. It wasn't long before other Owners came to me and pissed in my mouth and my bum was sore with the lashes. Then some of the slaves came and pissed in me- one whispered that she was sorry but she had to get rid of her piss and there was nothing else she could do. At least, they didn't whip me! However two of the men after pissing in my mouth and giving me a thrashing insisted on me sucking them off-a glorious taste of piss and then to have to swallow cum!
Whilst this had been happening the MC had drawn 4 more numbers out which were those of two boys and two girls. When they came to him, he ordered one of them to fetch some cushions from a corner and place them in certain places. He then ordered them to kneel on these cushions with their hands, palm down on other cushions. From my place in the corner I could just see what was going on between servicing pissers-but I couldn't imagine what these four were going to have to do. It soon became apparent-they were to be the supports for a tabletop for the night's refreshments. Straps were put round their shoulders and the straps were attached to the table. The MC called to a couple of other slaves to help his wife the food- his wife turned out to be the naked woman who greeted us at the front door-she was still wearing the dildo! They brought many plates full of food and a big flask of coffee, all of which was put on the table held up by the slaves. The owners crowded round to get some refreshment-some of them fondled the ‘table legs’!
My owner came over to me and pissed in my mouth, making sure to soak my hair as he always does. I pleaded with him “Master, please can I go to the lavatory as all the piss I have had to drink is almost busting out- please. Oh please!”
He laughed (often making me hold my pee for a long time) and said he would watching me finally go. He nodded with a wolfish grin and came back to me with the key to unlock the shackle, which chained me to the wall.
As we walked across the room he slashed with a switch at my bum which was already sore. We got to the loo and I stood relieving myself stood legs spread over the pan, hand above my head still dripping in all the pee, all the time his hungry eyes on me. When I had finished he told me to wash my face.
Was this a sign of kindness or what? The answer came soon enough, He grabbed me by the leash and took me into a bedroom. “I'm going to breed you now piglet!” he growled “Get on the bed with your hands behind your head. I did as ordered quite willingly.
I lay there and He got on top of me and played with my aching raw pussy until it was soaking and then he worked it into my pussy (the relief of the rope pantie being pulled to one side was heaven). He rode me very hard and he grunted out loud as she gave me his seed, urging me to cum on his cock as the obedient slave pig I am! Boy, was it good! He rolled off me and we lay there for a couple of minutes, then He pulled my leash until I had no choice but to lick his cock completely clean.
He led me back to the main room and gave me a few more lashes as we went back to my piss area. I was then locked by my wrists back on to the shackle and soon I was being used again.
The various sexual excesses carried on-a boy and girl were ordered to have anal sex on the table which was still being supported by the 4 slave ‘legs’! Bobby was still receiving occasional lashes as owners passed by him-I reckon he had had at least 200 and his bum was red when he started! I was still getting used as a urinal. The whole session had gone on for about 3 hours when the MC said it was time to finish. I was released at last, as were both Bobby and the 4 ‘legs’. I went back to my Master who I noticed was talking to the MC: they were exchanging phone numbers. The slaves had to tidy up the room and do the washing up before we were allowed to put our clothes on then it was out to the car and Master drove us home. When we arrived home he said he felt randy and was going to fuck me. Of course this meant a further thrashing beforehand as he always whipped me before sex (I cannot say that I was disappointed, having my breasts beaten again while tender was mind blowing).
And so ended the outing, but there was a sequel to it. The MC brought her slave and I had sex with both Mistress and her slave and of course Master and Mistress had a fuck . I found out the slave was called Philip who like me had voluntarily become a 24/7 slave. Also, like me, he received a thrashing every day and was also a piss drinker. Master & Mistress often get together with us slaves and we have to perform whatever service they want. I usually have to lick Mistress's cunt clean whist Philip sucks Master's cock. Of course both of us are whipped by either of our two owners, but we do get to fuck each other either by order or for our own pleasure.
Suddenly a gong rang out and everyone stopped talking. A man stood in the centre of the circle of chairs. He said “Welcome, Masters and Mistresses with your slaves, pigs and littles. Tonight, we are going to have one of our special torture sessions. First, all Masters and Mistresses take a seat and all slaves strip naked and sit at your owners feet with your feet apart showing us your cunts and cocks”
We did as we were told, and I sat with my shaven pubic area and roped pussy open to the world. As I sat down, I looked around at the other slaves. There were about 10 boys and 10 girls-all in various forms of harness. Some of the girls had weights on nipple rings and one of them had several whip-marks across her breasts. One of the boys had a ring on his cock which was connected to his neck-collar.
My heavy breasts already showed the signs of my discipline session with Master the night before, along with several red pinch points on my inner thigh where he used an electro-prod (my favourite – The Stinger).
“Now the first game is Spin the Plate” said the man who was obviously acting as MC. He had a large metal plate which he spun. “Top means a girl, bottom a boy” Everyone watched it as it slowed down and fell with the open part down. “A boy it is! Which owner is volunteering his slave for a bit of fun?”
“I will” said a young fair-headed master. “Up you get, Bobby” he said to his even younger slave and kicked him hard. As the boy rose, we could all see his bottom was a mass of welts, obviously freshly inflicted. He moved to stand in front of the MC. “Fetch me an instrument of punishment from that chest over there. As you are first, you get to choose.” Bobby went to the chest indicated and came back with a wicked looking cat-o-nine tails.
“I see you are a glutton for punishment, Bobby. Well, in this game as some of you owners know, we form a line and give the slave some punishment. Let us see-we will make it 4 each. Hands up, Bobby.” He walked over to the wall and pressed a button and ropes fell from the ceiling, these were quickly tied to Bobby's hands and another button lifted him so that he was standing on tiptoes. I watched from my position on the floor as all the Masters and Mistresses gave Bobby a right going over. He sobbed as the cat lashed his back and bum, begging them to stop-but of course that was useless! At last, he had had the 80 lashes, but then his Master gave him a further 10. The MC said to leave him hanging there whilst the next game was got ready. He said that as the first game had been with a boy, the next one would have a girl as the victim. I heaved a silent sigh of relief. He said “What we will do is we will number the slaves, odds will be girls and evens boys. (What did this mean? I thought) But Bobby doesn't get a number-he's busy already, aren't you?”
As he said this he produced a whip and laid 5 lashes on that poor bum. So, our Masters and Mistresses got numbers for us (mine was 10). The MC dived into one of the chests and came up with a canvas bag. He put his hand in and came out with a number. “Good, he said Its 9! Whose 9?” The Master of a tall blonde girl called that his Lucy was 9. We all looked at the girl. She had nipple and cunt rings but looked rather haughty.
“Come here, Cunt” said the MC. She walked over to him and he felt her tits then her cunt. “Turn round so that we can all see you.” she obeyed him and was then told to kneel and suck the MC's cock-she knelt down immediately and unzipped the man's trousers and pulled out the cock and immediately started sucking it-then the MC used his whip on her giving her 5 lashes. She flinched but didn't stop her sucking, obviously well trained! He pulled her off him roughly and then offered her to any owner for sucking duties! About 5 of the Masters and the same number of Mistresses indicated they wanted to be serviced by her, so the poor girl went round them all and at each one the owner produced a whip and used it on her. She was also told to go to all the other Master and Mistress where she received further lashes. When they were all finished she had lost her haughtiness!
(Later, on the way home, Master told me that with the invitation to the Torture Party, had been an instruction that at the party all slaves would be open to any punishment or torture any of the guests wanted to inflict and that beside each chair would be a whip. This explained why the owners let their slaves be treated so cruelly.)
The MC suddenly put his hand to his mouth and said “Sorry, folks! I forgot something important. I need a slave-anyone will do. I'll draw out a number” He plunged in his hand and came out with-No 10 - my number!
“Come here” he said to me. I crawled to him on hands and knees, my painful udders swinging beneath me, wondering what was coming. He stood me up and led me over to a corner where several towels were on the floor and a chain in the wall to which he chained me by the one wrist. There was quite a lot of chain so I was able to move. He said “What's your name, slut?” I answered “Its Claire, Sir, but I am also instructed to respond to piggy”
“Well, piggy Claire -you're now our Piss-slave! Anyone who wants a pee can use your mouth! Won't that be nice? And if an owner wants to give you a few thrashes, there's a whip there! Slaves must use you-they are not allowed out of this room, but they can't whip you. Do you understand, girl?” I nodded rather sorrowfully. He said “Cheer up! I'll start-open your mouth.”
I did so and felt a hot stream of piss gushing down my throat. I felt a bit embarrassed in front of all those people even though I was well used to drinking piss. When he had finished he picked up the whip and laid 10 heavy lashes on my bottom. It wasn't long before other Owners came to me and pissed in my mouth and my bum was sore with the lashes. Then some of the slaves came and pissed in me- one whispered that she was sorry but she had to get rid of her piss and there was nothing else she could do. At least, they didn't whip me! However two of the men after pissing in my mouth and giving me a thrashing insisted on me sucking them off-a glorious taste of piss and then to have to swallow cum!
Whilst this had been happening the MC had drawn 4 more numbers out which were those of two boys and two girls. When they came to him, he ordered one of them to fetch some cushions from a corner and place them in certain places. He then ordered them to kneel on these cushions with their hands, palm down on other cushions. From my place in the corner I could just see what was going on between servicing pissers-but I couldn't imagine what these four were going to have to do. It soon became apparent-they were to be the supports for a tabletop for the night's refreshments. Straps were put round their shoulders and the straps were attached to the table. The MC called to a couple of other slaves to help his wife the food- his wife turned out to be the naked woman who greeted us at the front door-she was still wearing the dildo! They brought many plates full of food and a big flask of coffee, all of which was put on the table held up by the slaves. The owners crowded round to get some refreshment-some of them fondled the ‘table legs’!
My owner came over to me and pissed in my mouth, making sure to soak my hair as he always does. I pleaded with him “Master, please can I go to the lavatory as all the piss I have had to drink is almost busting out- please. Oh please!”
He laughed (often making me hold my pee for a long time) and said he would watching me finally go. He nodded with a wolfish grin and came back to me with the key to unlock the shackle, which chained me to the wall.
As we walked across the room he slashed with a switch at my bum which was already sore. We got to the loo and I stood relieving myself stood legs spread over the pan, hand above my head still dripping in all the pee, all the time his hungry eyes on me. When I had finished he told me to wash my face.
Was this a sign of kindness or what? The answer came soon enough, He grabbed me by the leash and took me into a bedroom. “I'm going to breed you now piglet!” he growled “Get on the bed with your hands behind your head. I did as ordered quite willingly.
I lay there and He got on top of me and played with my aching raw pussy until it was soaking and then he worked it into my pussy (the relief of the rope pantie being pulled to one side was heaven). He rode me very hard and he grunted out loud as she gave me his seed, urging me to cum on his cock as the obedient slave pig I am! Boy, was it good! He rolled off me and we lay there for a couple of minutes, then He pulled my leash until I had no choice but to lick his cock completely clean.
He led me back to the main room and gave me a few more lashes as we went back to my piss area. I was then locked by my wrists back on to the shackle and soon I was being used again.
The various sexual excesses carried on-a boy and girl were ordered to have anal sex on the table which was still being supported by the 4 slave ‘legs’! Bobby was still receiving occasional lashes as owners passed by him-I reckon he had had at least 200 and his bum was red when he started! I was still getting used as a urinal. The whole session had gone on for about 3 hours when the MC said it was time to finish. I was released at last, as were both Bobby and the 4 ‘legs’. I went back to my Master who I noticed was talking to the MC: they were exchanging phone numbers. The slaves had to tidy up the room and do the washing up before we were allowed to put our clothes on then it was out to the car and Master drove us home. When we arrived home he said he felt randy and was going to fuck me. Of course this meant a further thrashing beforehand as he always whipped me before sex (I cannot say that I was disappointed, having my breasts beaten again while tender was mind blowing).
And so ended the outing, but there was a sequel to it. The MC brought her slave and I had sex with both Mistress and her slave and of course Master and Mistress had a fuck . I found out the slave was called Philip who like me had voluntarily become a 24/7 slave. Also, like me, he received a thrashing every day and was also a piss drinker. Master & Mistress often get together with us slaves and we have to perform whatever service they want. I usually have to lick Mistress's cunt clean whist Philip sucks Master's cock. Of course both of us are whipped by either of our two owners, but we do get to fuck each other either by order or for our own pleasure.
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