Solo weekend

It’s almost five o’clock when I check into the hotel I’ve chosen for my solo trip. See, I’ve got this very powerful wish to just have some serious me-time every now and then. Don’t get me wrong, I love my home and I love my family very much - but sometimes, just to keep me sane, I need to go away on my own. No plans, nothing I have to do, nothing booked more than a hotel room. I’m going to be staying here for two nights and the only thing I’ve packed is three paperbacks, two changes of underwear, my toilet bag and some makeup. Oh, and I might have stuffed my sex toys in there too, just on a whim, approximately fifteen seconds before I got in the car and my husband drove me to the train station. Well, it’s said to be relaxing, isn’t it? To get an orgasm? I just figured I might need a bit of help in the relax department, that’s all. Besides, it’s only two thingies, no big deal. 

The receptionist tells me that breakfast is served Saturday and Sunday from 8 to 10:30, hands me the key card for the room and the wifi code, then points me to the elevators. My room is on the third floor, to my delight I notice that I’ve been upgraded from a single room to a deluxe double room - and I’ve got a bath AND balcony facing the garden. I crack the balcony door open a bit and then throw myself onto the kingsize bed. For a couple of minutes I just lie there with my arms and legs spread like a starfish. This is going to be a good weekend. I can feel it. For almost half a year now I’ve put aside some money and now I’ve got the possibility to do pretty much what ever I feel like - and it won’t ruin my everyday economy. It feel great! 

I sigh deeply and push myself up on my elbows. The motion makes my tummy rumble. Right… I’ve not eaten since I had that cheese & ham roll before getting on the train. It probably would be a good idea to ge something in my stomach. The information sheet on the desk boasts a luxurious restaurant on the bottom floor and there’s apparently a bar too - but right now I just feel like something quick and easy. I’ll take a walk around the neighbourhood and see if I can’t find a small restaurant or a bar serving something decent. 

A quick visit to the bathroom to relieve myself and to check my appearance. Not too bad, I just run a brush through my hair, then grab my purse and I’m off.

The hotel is located a little off the city centre and it’s surprisingly quiet for a town. I stroll along the pavement, stopping here and there to check out a menu outside some small shack. I notice a place where I can get a pedicure tomorrow and make a mental note of it. I pass a narrow alley, but slow down as I can hear laughter and a movement is catching my eye..! The alley is not quite the charming kind, but there’s a wooden door a couple of meters in, it’s painted bright red and a woman is leaning against it. She’s wearing a black lace dress and very high boots and she’s laughing in that way small children can do - it’s so contagious. I find myself starting to giggle and she looks up and gazes straight at me. I’m a little embarrassed, maybe this is a private function, I really should get going. I give her a quick smile and turn away - but I’ve only gotten a few steps away when I hear the clickety clack of her high heels as she catches up with me. 

”Hey stranger! Where are you heading?” 

Surprised I turn to face her and mumble something apologetic about looking for a place to eat, sorry to have disturbed you.

”We’ve got food too, you know” she says ”and it’s really good if you like it hot and spicy! Come on - I’ll get you a drink and you can have a look at the menu.”

She reaches out for my hand and pull me towards the red door. I’m too astonished to protest, but it is kinda strange to have a complete stranger holding your hand and wanting to get you a drink. Never mind, I think. This is what my weekend is supposed to be all about. Not planning and doing what feels right at the moment. 

I follow her through the open door and enter a small bar, the light is dim and after the bright sun outside I can hardly make out anything else than the bar along one side of the room and maybe ten tables covered with red & white checkered tablecloths. Only a few of the tables are occupied, mostly by couples, and the lady pulls me towards a table at the end of the bar. She pulls out the chair for me and makes a grand gesture for me to sit down while looking at me. She pouts and exclaims ”Vodka lime. With lots of ice. Right?”  I nod my approval, that sounds pretty excellent. She produces a menu from behind the bar and disappears for half a minute, before delivering a drink before me. That is a big vodka lime… but it does taste divine. I sigh and think to myself that this is just right. This is what I hoped for when I left home. I look through the menu and decide for a tapas platter. 

While I wait for my food I watch my surroundings. My eyes have gotten used to the faint light and I can make out that there are, apart from the dinner tables, some booths along the side of the room. They look very comfy and I ask the woman if if would be possible to sit there instead? She smiles at me and moves my glass and cutlery over there as I follow, holding a napkin. I can’t resist watching her behind as she sways before me. This woman has a killer body and she dresses to empathise it. Don’t get me wrong, I certainly would too if I were her.

When I sit down she waits and then lean over and her hand brushes over my boobs as she reaches in to light the candle. It is surely only by accident, but I feel my body reacting to the light touch. I’m surprised to realise that she’s watching me, it almost seem like she’s assessing me. Then there’s a ”ding” from the kitchen area, she smiles again and disappears to get me my food. 

Returning to the table she’s got not only my food, but also a man who I guess works in the kitchen. They put a number of small containers down before me, there’s bread, several sauces and plenty of different tapas. She sends the man off and then asks me if I would mind terribly if she joined me for some food? She’s not had time to eat yet and there’s no room for the staff to sit down. 

”Sure” I say as she plops down opposite me, to be honest she didn’t actually wait for me to agree - but I am intrigued by this beautiful creature. She must be very well aware of how people react to her, but seem very easygoing… and hungry! For a minute or two there’s no sound other than the mumble from the other people in the restaurant and music from somewhere as we eat in silence. She’s eating quickly and in only a few minutes she seems to decide that she’s full. I must admit that I’ve only eaten a little, I’ve been sort of mesmerised watching her, but now the tables have turned. She leans back against the backrest and studies me. I feel a bit insecure, so I start a bit of small talk while eating, asking about what one might do in this area during the weekend… I even fall for the kliché ”Isn’t the weather just wonderful..?” and even though she does answer my questions I can’t shake the feeling that she really is assessing me. The thought has hardly left my mind before I feel something touch my leg under the table. I almost drop the glass of vodka lime, but recover just in time to save my drink from getting spilled all over the table. She smiles, like a very satisfied cat, and cocks her head to the side. Another touch under the table, this time it’s not as fleeting. I realise that it’s her feet, sneaking in between my knees and pressing them apart. I’m at loss of words - but not because I disagree. It feels as if someone has lit a small fire in my groins and her foot is sliding along the inside of my thigh… and then it’s gone. She bounces up from the seat and start putting away the dishes. 

”Another vodka lime?” 

Stunned I nod. She wanders off into the back of the kitchen and I sit at the table, shaking my head and trying to understand what just happened. I must be imagining things. Yes. That is the only logical explanation. My brain is overheated and I’ve started hallucinating. I move and my foot hits something under the table that falls over. It’s her boots. 

Footsteps approach and I look up. This time it’s the man who brought the food and he’s got another drink for me - but he doesn’t put the glass down on the table, instead he gestures for me to get up and to follow him. I’m confused, but this evening has already been rather weird, so I figure why not. I get up and follow him and my drink further into the room and as we turn a corner where I presumed the toilets were I understand that this place is bigger than I thought it to be. Where I thought the room ended it just sort of folds over itself and opens up to a much larger room - and plenty more people. At first I just stand there, probably looking incredibly stupid, staring… but then a hand on my back makes me move forward. She’s back by my side and she looks at me ”You seem like a person who would enjoy playing a bit. You don’t have to participate and if you decide to you can always back out - and you must know that everyone who is allowed here must accept a no as a no. There’s a wardrobe just here where you can hang the clothes you feel you want to get out of for the moment. There’s a couple of complimentary robes if you want to borrow one, you know - if you feel like not wearing the clothes you’re wearing now, but don’t feel comfortable enough to walk around in the nude - and there are several bathrooms over there, each with either a bathtub or shower”

There are people involved in all kinds of activities here. There are two ladies over by the bar (yes, there’s a bar in here as well - but there don’t seem to be any liquor in here, I can’t see the regular bottles behind the bartender… but there ARE some kind of bottles and… oh. It’s different kinds of lube, sanitizer and yes, there also seem to be various sex toys you can buy. Never been to a bar like this one before, I can tell you that… 

I will admit that I feel a little bit awkward looking around the room - hence my vivid description of the bar area. There are sofas, large beds, an area with shackles hanging from the wall and various contraptions I can only guess the use for - but I have a feeling I will learn later on during this evening. If I stay… Will I? Is this what I want? It’s an universe away from what I expected of this evening - but my body feels like it is tingling all over. It is mad… but what do I have to lose? I can leave whenever I feel like it, I don’t have to join in if I don’t want to… oh fuck, who am I kidding. There is no way I’ll leave without at least sitting down by that weird bar and watching the persons in the room who are talking, kissing, giving a massage, going down on each other… and having all kinds of sex. 

I hop up on one of the high chairs by the bar - I still have that vodka lime from the other room, but there really is no spirits in this bar at all. I look at the bartender and ask him if it is allowed to drink this in here? He nods and explains that the guests always have the option to order a ”regular” drink but that it is recommended to keep the intoxication level very low while participating in the activities in here. It sounds very wise and I order a sparkling water to go with my drink. 

The woman closest to me leans over and asks me ”First time? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

I nod and take a sip of my vodka lime. She smiles at me ”A little overwhelmed, it looks like..?”

This makes me giggle nervously. Overwhelmed. Yes, that pretty much sums it up. 

”I had no idea this place even existed until just now!” I exclaim. ”I was just looking for somewhere to have an evening meal..!”

She bursts out laughing, so does the bartender. ”No wonder you look a bit shocked then, sweetie!” She pats my thigh. ”It will feel much more normal in just a few moments, I promise. Just relax.”

The other woman fills in ”No-one will bite you - unless you want them to.” and giggles. She continues ”I’m going to change into a robe, do you want to join me? Makes it a little less scary the first time, at least it was for me.” 

”I too will join you.” lady number one says. ”Come on!”

I follow them over to the wardrobe area, I’m getting increasingly excited, I have to admit… but I feel very self-conscious while slowly pulling the top over my head and unbuttoning my jeans. Lady number one has already gotten out of her dress and is now wearing a black lace bra, tiny lace panties - that are open in the crotch - and heels. Lady number two has stripped down to being nude, apart from putting her feet in a pair of slippers that also seem to be complimentary. She pulls on a kimono but doesn’t close it, so she is showing off all she’s got. This is so odd, it’s like a mixture of the changing room at the gym - and a sex club. Well… come to think of it - this IS a sex club. I am at a sex club. How did this happen? I’ve taken everything off except for my panties - and oh, do these panties feel dull right now, plain black cotton, not a lace trimming or sexy embroidery anywhere… I grab the largest robe I can find and tie the belt tightly, but keep my shoes on - I don’t need to add to my panty-unsexiness with unsexy slippers too. 

Lady number two introduces herself as Sandra and points to lady number one, who is strutting over the floor over to a large bed where a couple is having sex. Her name apparently is Anna. Well, Anna seems to be pretty well acquainted with that couple because they immediately let her join and she puts one knee on each side of the girls head and lets her lick the pussy that shows through those lace crotchless. The guy leans over and kisses her, while still fucking his girlfriend.

Sandra gestures and asks me if I feel like sitting down over at the couch across the room instead of the bar? Much cozier and a little nearer to the action, should we feel inclined to join in… I hesitate but agree. We pick our drinks up at the bar and then make our way across the room, between more or less naked persons involved in sexual acts of every kind. By now the horniness is starting to get the better of me and I don’t feel quite so insecure. There’s heat building between my thighs as I sit side by side with Sandra, drinking my vodka lime and watching real people enjoying each other. It is pretty amazing, actually, way better than any porn I’ve seen ever. 

These people are thoroughly having a good time and every two minutes or so one or more persons are getting an orgasm. I am completely mesmerized. I can feel the pulsating feeling between my thighs and I know I am wet, very wet. I glance over at Sandra and she has pulled up one leg onto the sofa, her robe is completely open and she has one hand between her legs and the other cupping her left breast. She breathes heavily as she lets her fingers rub her clit and her eyes is locked on the threesome involving Anna. I press my legs together, hard, I want to touch myself too - but I can’t quite get myself to open my thighs like that, for everyone to see… or can I? 

I bite my lip and sneak one hand down the front of my robe, releasing the knot holding it together. Without the belt keeping it closed the fabric slides apart and I slowly trace the opening of the robe over my tummy and down, landing on the inside of my thigh. I let my fingers run over the cotton of my underwear, pressing upwards as I pass the clit and goodness, they are soaked. There must be a bit wet stain visible on them, but heck… I would not be human if I hadn’t gotten horny with all the sex going on around me. I notice Sandra has moved by my side, she is looking straight at me and she’s got a lopsided smile on her face. 

”Would you be okay with me touching you?” she asks ”I would love to help you come - and you could return the favour. We can just masturbate for each other, if you like? If you don’t feel ready to participate in the real action over there.” She nods to the bed where Anna now is getting her arse fucked while she is going down on the girl instead. The girl, I notice, is securely fastened to the bed - I hadn’t noticed that before. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, she is coming very loudly right now, Anna certainly seem to know what she’s doing there between her legs.

I answer Sandra by reaching out and placing my hand on her thigh. She smiles and does the same and then she drags her fingers up and down my pussy a few time. It feels odd and wonderful to have somebody touching me and I mirror her move only my fingers are in direct contact with her pussy. She is at least as wet as I am and her pubic hair is tickling the palm of my hand as I let my fingers circle round her clit and down the side of her labia, down to her cunt. I press my middle finger into her, feeling her pushing back, pressing my finger into her pussy.

She, on the other side has now decided that my panties are very much in the way, she pushes them aside and sort of does the same move I just did, only the other way around. 

She starts by pushing inside me and then use my juices as lubricant as she strokes my pussy lips passing just on the side of my clitoris. She starts to move her fingers in small half circles, not quite touching my clitoris, but using its hood to massage it. It’s extremely exciting to be touched like this by someone else than myself and it’s even more exciting to know that people are watching us - because they are. Not everybody, obviously, some are very busy with themselves, but I can see at least four persons who are looking and either pleasuring themselves or getting pleasured by someone somehow. My robe has fallen open too by now and I squeeze my left breast, pinching the nipple while relishing in the amazing work Sandra is doing with my pussy and on the same time fingering her while massaging her clit with the ball of my hand. She is pushing rhythmically against my hand and I can feel her cunt starting to twitch around my fingers and she throws her head back and groans loudly as her body convulses. I smile, feeling very content with having managed to get her off - but I’m not quite there myself yet, although I’m hornier than I can recall being ever before..!

Sandra lets her head fall down onto the elbow rest and mumbles something I can’t quite make out. She seems pretty done for the moment, but I feel I’ve only just gotten started. My fingers are covered in Sandras juices when I slide my hand down between my own legs and feel the warmth and wetness. I close my eyes for a brief moment and when I open them there’s someone standing before me. I look up into a pair of brown eyes accompanied by a cheeky grin. ”Maybe I could offer milady some hard cock to continue the evening upon?” He’s fully dressed - and not just dressed, the man is wearing a uniform. God, I wish I could say that it didn’t affect me - but I do love a man in uniform. I inhale deeply and squint up at the gentleman offering to come to my aid. Well… why the hell not, I think to myself. I nod and he reaches out his right hand to help me up from the couch. It’s funny, really, how quickly I went from embarrassed, but slightly excited onlooker to very willing participant in this game. When the horniness strikes you hard, morals and ethics evaporate like morning mist in the sun. I leave the robe behind on the sofa and follow the man. He leads me across the room to something that almost reminds me of a small stage, where the floor is slightly elevated, two steps up from the rest of the floor. It seems the room has gone very quiet as I make my way over, there’s only the soft music in the background and the clicking sound of my shoes. 

There is only one piece of furniture on the elevated part of the floor and it is a chair-like thing with levers and buttons on the side. I have a distinct feeling that this is no usual armchair, it’s most likely something more of a Transformer than your average lounge furniture piece. He turns around and with a grand gesture shows me that it is intended for me to sit down on the Transformer chair. Just as I’m about to set my ass down he stops me and nods towards my middle section. ”Sorry, but those will have to go. Either you take them off yourself right now - or I will, but they won’t be salvageable afterwords.” I sit down and smile up to him. ”That’s okay. They’re ready to leave this world. Feel free to liberate them as you please.” I can’t believe I’m hearing myself saying these things… but the words jump out of my mouth before I even have the time to think about it. 

He only reacts to this by lifting his left eyebrow and nodding slightly. ”For The Throne to work as intended I will have to restrain you. Are you okay with that? You can stop me and anyone in here at any time you wish - but you have to use the club safe word ”Cinderella” If you are gagged or otherwise incapable of speaking, use the silent safe word that is three thumps with your fist. Do you understand?” ”Yes…” I breathe. I have to admit that right now I just want him to stop talking and to start doing naughtiness to me. In the corner of my eye I see that more people seem to have arrived, it’s not exactly crowded, but there are plenty of eyes that follow what we’re doing up here. I should feel embarrassed and vulnerable - I am almost naked and am being strapped down to a chair… but I feel no shame at all, I just feel free and horny and… happy.

The man has fastened me securely to the chair - what did he call it? The Throne? and now turn one of the levers. The chair whirrs and the seat starts to lift - and turn. It slowly turns, letting the folks in the room see me from different angles. At first I think I’m imagining, but nope… the footrest divides in the middle and since my feet are secured the chair effectively spreads my legs. I still have my panties on, though, I think - and then, with a sharp rip, I don’t. Should’ve known, really. I basically told him that he ought to do exactly what he just did. I watch as he bundles up what used to be my underwear and throws it into the crowd. They are immediately caught by a large, bearded man who puts them to his face and inhales my scent loudly. He then pockets them, easily swiping away hands that also seem intent on getting them. Beardman looks me straight in the eye and winks. I blush, I know I do… but I am strangely proud and very pleased of his reaction. 

There’s a ding ding and the crowd goes still. It’s the uniformed gentleman who has retrieved a glass from the bar and is demanding silence.

”Members, guests, fellow creatures..! Tonight is a very special occasion. We’ve got this lovely creature up for auction. I have promised the lady some hard cock, but I believe she could also enjoy a wet cunt, some skilful fingers or tongue. We all know that whoever wins the auction still need to follow the rule - if the prize says the safe word, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve paid.” 

I gasp. Did I hear that right? Am I going to be auctioned off? What the fuck have I gotten myself into..? But… apparently I still have the last word, the safe word will save me from anything I don’t approve of. 

Gentleman continues ”As usual the price for this woman will be given away to whatever charity organization she choses at the end of the night - and as usual all of the bidders will receive a 50% discount on any sextoys you wish to purchase in combination to the auction. Are we ready to start?” 

There’s a loud cheer from the folks in the room, but his eyes are on me. He wants to know if I’m ready. I nod. 

The bidding starts - the bidding for me - and it’s all so surreal I don’t quite follow. The sums in the beginning are more of a gesture than actual biddings, but as it keeps going the sums get higher and higher. After a little while there are only three or four persons who keep bidding and none of them seem like they want to give in… but the bids come further and further apart until there’s only one bidder left. That’s when the uniformed man rises his voice and says ”I double your bid. Are you done or would you like to follow higher?” There’s a mumble from the person who figured they’d won the auction - but no actual complaints. I can only imagine that he or she might feel both disappointed and relieved, because really; there’s no way I’m worth this much money! Or… the money will go to a good cause. I can make it worth it! I never saw charity like this before… 

The uniformed man looks at me and smiles. It is a very special smile - the smile of a friendly and very hungry wolf. ”I believe I promised you some hard cock before, did I not? Are you ready?” He pushes two buttons on the side of The Throne and the seat lowers. Down, down until I half expect my feet to be crushed to the floor - but no. The floor actually opens and then the seat stops. The ones who designed and built this room certainly did not save on gadgets and features. A click releases my hands from their restraints. I’m now sitting very low with my face on the same hight as his crotch. He opens the belt buckle and his fly and looks down on me. I smile and run the tip of my tongue over my lips. He’s still pretty much fully clothed, apart from keeping his promise - to offer me a very hard and very erect cock. I look up, into his eyes, as I part my lips and very slowly, mind you deliberately slowly, take it into my mouth, as deep as I can manage. 

Still keeping eye contact I pull my head back until it’s only the tip still resting between my lips. My tongue twirls over and round, caressing down the underside and back up. I see him leaning his head back and resting his hands on his hips while moving his cock back and forth into my mouth. With him still - almost - fully dressed I can fondle his balls, so I focus all of my attention on giving him the best blowjob I can. Since I’m not able to take him in completely I wet my hands with saliva and use them as supplement. I really do love giving oral sex, there are times I miss that more than vaginal sex, but I have to admit that I’d rather have him come in my pussy than in my mouth… this time. 

Like he heard my thoughts he suddenly pulls out of my mouth and reach to the side of my throne. The seat starts to lift again and the gap in the floor closes under me. My ankles are still attached to the chair and as I have lift off the throne once again my knees spread, leaving my pussy wide open for the crowd to see… and see they do. I let my gaze float through the room and there is hardly a person who is not watching what is happening at The Throne. An auction apparently will do that… and the stage helps, I guess. 

I meet the eyes of Sandra, still on the sofa, but she now has gotten company by Beardman who is kneeling in front of her and going down on her. At first I cannot see Anna - until I turn my eyes to the bar where she is getting it on with the bartender. Didn’t think he was allowed to do stuff like that when on duty, but this place very obviously isn’t like any place I’ve been before. I reflect on the fact that I obviously have a raving exhibitionist inside, because I am enjoying feeling the eyes of almost all the folks in the rooms. I thought that part of me was, if not dead, then at least in a coma… but hey, people come out of a come every now and then too, don’t they? 

He reappears in my sight and oh my god, his hot breath on the inside of my thighs makes me go all tense and tingly. I watch as he takes one step closer, his face is right between my legs and the anticipation is killing me, please, just please touch me..! Historically I always found it slightly embarrassing to watch someone giving me head - but I can’t take my eyes off him, he still hasn’t touched me but I can almost sense him looking at my pussy and then a very light touch, he is running a finger along my labia, gently separating my pussy lips. Down, down and one finger, then two presses into me. One small step closer and his tongue follows the route his fingers just did, only turning back up and our gazes lock as he starts licking me. My instinct is to close my eyes and just revel in the feeling, but I decide against it and keep looking at him pleasuring me. It makes the experience something else, something sexier, more intense. I feel his fingers inside me and his warm, wet tongue against my clit and the pleasure is so intense it feels like I’m going to black out - and the knowledge that everyone in the room watches and are using this visual as a turn-on… well, it makes me so insanely horny it is almost painful. The orgasm is starting to build somewhere at the base of my spine and runs through me like electrical currents. I grip on to the sides of The Throne and I sense my legs, my tummy, my spine start to vibrate as I pass the point of no return and the moan that comes out of my mouth sounds only vaguely human. Oh. My. Freakin’. God..! 

It feels like all the bones in my body has turned liquid, I’m hanging on The Throne like a rag doll and I am only just aware that he has replaced his mouth with the palm of his hand, pressing gently against my pussy. The muscle spasms still hasn’t completely stopped after the orgasm and I’m sure he can feel it. In spite of my decision to keep my eyes open it seems I’ve closed them and I open first one eye, peering down past my boobs and see him watching me. In a very low voice he reminds me that I still am the one who will or will not allow him or anyone else to continue and do I remember the safe word? I open my other eye and look him straight in the eyes and nod while a big grin spreads over my face. I remember and I know. 

He nods in return and the hand over my cunt disappears while he reaches for the buttons and levers on the side of The Throne. It whirrs to life and the seat lowers slowly. A click under my shoulders releases two new armrests that stretch up over my head instead of by my sides. One stern look from this uniformed man and I obediently reach my hands over my head. Click - and my wrists are securely fastened in place. The whole Transformer-chair tilts back and now I’m lie half down and my legs are sticking up, still with my knees far apart; like in a lounge bed… or a gynecological chair. This is a bit odd… but the situation tickles something within. I’ve had my fair share of sex fantasies that contained stuff I wouldn’t really want to experience - and the exposed situation when visiting the lady doctor has, at times, felt somewhat thrilling. This feels like it is about to turn into one of my fantasies… with the restraints and a large audience to top it. It’s like a Kinder egg: Three in one… but without the chocolate. 

Oh, here’s the lady from the restaurant. She’s put her boots back on and she is once again carrying a tray loaded with stuff. This time, however, it isn’t plates and bowls she brings - but a wide array of sex toys. She places the tray on a holder on the outside of my left thigh and looks at me.

”I knew straight away when I say you that you would fit right in here - are you enjoying yourself?” she exclaims. I nod and she lights up in a big smile. ”That is so fortunate! Would you mind if I stayed and maybe joined in at some time?” 

My heart is beating rapidly, I certainly found quite the rabbit hole to stumble into this evening - but I manage to answer her that I wouldn’t mind at all.

She reaches out and runs her hand from my chin, down my neck, over my breast and over my tummy, landing on my hip. ”This is going to be real good.” she says and nods to the man in uniform who still stands between my legs. He’s not looking at me, he is turning the toys over, pondering what he wants to try on me. She still stands by my side, so I can’t quite see what gadget he chooses, I can only guess by the sensation, the vibration, the penetration, the suction… Her hands are caressing me, she’s fondling my tits and she is looking at me with such presence I can’t look away. I’m panting now, whatever combination of toys he has decided to use on me certainly is working. I bite my lip and try to keep from moaning too loud, but it’s no good, I can’t resist it and once again the orgasm spreads like wildfire through my loins. I’m shaking all over, almost as if I was having a seizure or something - but this is pure and undiluted pleasure. Amazing. This is… amazing. I never want this evening to stop. 

As my heartbeat slowly returns to normal and the languor evaporates from my limbs once again I get the feeling I’m the main exhibit on an art show. So many eyes are on me. The man in uniform who’s resting his shoulder against the underside of my thigh. Restaurant lady, still with her hand on my breast, caressing it. The audience, I meet Sandra’s gaze again - she’s back at the bar, drinking a large milkshake it looks. Beardman has found a spot right by the stage and is watching while slowly moving his hand, with my discarded panties wrapped around it, up and down his erect cock. 

I take a deep breath and exhale, a prolonged exhalation, and then return my focus to the man in uniform between my thighs. 

”I believe it just be time for that hard cock now… if you would please fuck me… sir?” I say. 

There’s a glimmer of something in his eyes when he looks at me - I cannot quite make out what it is… but it is equally worrying and enthralling. ”Oh, I don’t know…” he says. ”Do you really think you’ve deserved it?” He turns to face the room and calls on the attention of the people there. ”Friends… Do we think she’s been good enough to have things her way just like that? That this… newcomer can make demands already?”  

There’s a joint ”Nooooo…!” coming from the folks in the room and some laughter and catcalls. 

”Do we want to give her the opportunity to deserve to get her way?”

”Yes” they answer like one. 

”I suggest we start with the usual initiation to see what she’s worth. Shall we allow her to serve us for the next thirty minutes? No questions asked, she’s just to obey whatever order she receives - the ground rules still apply, of course.”

Again there’s a loud cheer from the crowd ”Yes!” 

He turns to me and smiles. ”There. I’ll release you from The Throne for the next half hour and then we’ll see if you’ve deserved to make any demands.”

Click, click… and the seat lowers to the floor and the shackles release my hands and feet. 

”Now… go make yourself useful. Whoever approaches you with a wish you’d be wise to try to accommodate as well as you can. I’ll be watching and evaluate your efforts.” 

I step off the scene and down to the floor below. Beardman immediately stops me. He hands me the rags that used to be my panties. ”I want you to put these back on. They are almost dry now and I want them soaked in your juices again. The bartender has safety-pins to hold them together.” He nods to the bar. ”And while you’re there, get me one of those large chocolate milkshakes.” 

I walk up to the bar, like the dutiful person I am, and ask the bartender for some safety-pins and if he would consider letting me into the bar to make a chocolate milkshake. He smiles down at me, hands me a small container and points to the side of the bar where a swinging door allows me to enter. Chocolate milkshake… Let’s see. I look around while fastening the pins together to keep my panties in place. There’s a mixer and that must be the freezer. I pour the ingredients into the mixer and push the ”on” button. It runs for a few seconds while I pick out a glass and then pour the ice cold liquid into it, top with some more ice-cream and chocolate sauce. It’s a good thing I used to work as a waitress, the waiting on tables isn’t gonna be a problem… but I guess I’ll just have to see what the crowd wants from me. 

I return to Beardman with his shake and my panties in place - or close to in place. The fabric is pretty badly torn, but at least they will function as juice-stoppers for now. 

The girl who was tied to that bed before comes up to me and asks me to assist her in spanking Anna. I nod and follow her to where Anna is bottoms up over the knee of the guy who fucked her before. He gestures for me to sit down beside him and show me how to slap Anna’s tight behind. I expected to be told to use some kind of tool, but he explains that I’ll have better control over the slaps if I use the palm of my hand to start with. Anna squirms on his lap as I let my hand fall down over her ass. It’s smooth and feels kind of warm already and for every slap I land on her ass cheek it gets warmer and redder. The girl smiles at me and says that I am allowed to test Anna’s pussy, to see if the spanking has any effect. I blush, but do as I’m told and let my fingers follow the rounding of her bum until they sink into her very warm and very wet cunt. My thumb is pressing against her arse and I just need to press a little harder for it to give way and let my thumb enter. Boyfriend encourages me to continue with both the slapping and the massaging of Annas pussy and anus, so I do… and mind you - I have such multitasking skills - on the same time I am making sure Beardman will get the panties back soaked in my juices. Slap, massaging her clit, slap, plunging my fingers into Annas wet pussy, slap, pushing my thumb a little further into her ass. It’s working wonders, apparently, for everyone involved. Anna writhes on his lap and she seems to be on the verge of coming when he stops me. She too, it seems, need to deserve her orgasm and she hasn’t yet. 

I see someone else waving me over from the corner of the room. It’s a slightly elderly man and he pats the table before him, indicating that I hop up and sit in front of him. He’s got a bottle of sparkling wine in a cooler beside the table and he pushes my back, gently, so that I rest on my elbows. He then takes the wine bottle and tells me to spread my thighs so that he can lean in between them and to pour the wine - very slowly - between my breasts. The wine chills my skin and tickles where the bubbles form - and then gets caught by his tongue as he licks the wine off my skin. His tongue feels warm and a little bit rough and he drinks the bubbly wine, managing to catch almost every drop, off me. Amazingly enough I don’t think that any of the wine reaches my poor pinned together panties, but they still seem to get more and more soaked by the minute. It’s not just the sparkling wine that makes me tingle, I really enjoy serving these people. I enjoy it both in a human way - they all seem so… warm and friendly! but also because it is turning me on big time. It’s both being used and to use at the same time - a very satisfactory combination indeed. 

The wine bottle is almost empty when the uniformed man approaches the table and with a nod from the elderly gentleman he leans in and runs his tongue over my tummy, up to my left breast, circling the hard nipple and then up to my throat. 

There’s no wine left and he tells me to get down on the floor, then with his hand on the small of my back leads me back to where The Throne is waiting. He removes the safety-pins of my scrappy panties and returns them to Beardman (who seem satisfied with the new wet condition and resumes his previous activity to wrap them round his massive erection and watching) and then indicates for me to sit down.

”Friends..! Are we satisfied that our newcomer has done her best to serve?”

”Yes!” 

”Do we want to grant her wish?”

”Yes!”

He turns to face me and smile that wolfish smile again. It hits me like small fireworks in my stomach and I can hardly wait for what’s to come.

It’s back into The Throne for me it seems - I can’t say I mind much, it’s been pretty damned awesome so far. At this moment there are not one pair of eyes in the whole room that are not watching what’s going on at the stage and I can almost feel their gazes physically, my skin is tingling. He gestures for me to sit down and to place my hands and feet in place for lock-up. There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do at this point to try to please him - to please the onlookers - and I obediently sit back and hear the metallic click as I’m secured. He then picks up a thick, silky scarf from one of his pockets and ties it around over my eyes, checking so I won’t be able to peek. Everything goes pitch black for me, which makes my other senses focus more. The Throne does it’s whirring, spinning movement again - lifting me up and spreading my legs wide, showing me off. The armrests lift my arms straight out to the sides and there seems to be something going on under my bum, the seat is moving in more ways than just up, it seems to be dividing along the middle and forming a V with the pointy part by my tailbone and the open part holding the outside of my arse cheeks and hips up. I’m tense, waiting for what’s to come, for something to happen… but for a while the room seem completely silent, I can’t hear anyone moving or talking or even breathing..! In the silence I can hear my own heartbeat and the slightly creaking sound my naked and slightly sweaty skin makes on The Throne as I move. I can’t see anything and I can’t hear anything - but I feel their presence. 

It’s almost a relief when the stillness breaks and I hear footsteps. Lots of footsteps, actually, it sounds like pretty much everyone in the room has gotten up at the same time and is on the move… and it sure sounds like they are approaching. There’s a hand, landing on my collarbone and softly stroking across my chest - and another caressing my calf, up towards my knee… and yet another hand on the inside of my thigh, the fingers dragging up and across my leg up to my hip… and then I lose track. There are countless hands on my body - caressing, stroking, gripping… Fingers run over my lips and I open my mouth, tasting them. Hands massaging my boobs and caressing my bum. Tongues - several of them - wetting my skin, my nipples, my neck. My legs are pressed further apart as somebody takes place between them and there’s a light touch moving from my pubic bone, just past my clitoris, separating my swollen pussy lips and sinking into me, pushing into me. It feels like every square inch of my body is being touched, some very light, some more rough. I arch my back, trying to get even more of… of everything. The restraints are firm, but at least allows a tiny bit of movement and yes… yes, finally there’s a cock pushing into me, moving back and forth. I turn my head to the side and moan loudly - and as I do the scarf moves slightly, creating a  tiny slit through which I can make out a little bit of the reality. I tilt my head back trying to see who the person with the cock is - and I have to admit that I’m a little bit stunned to realise that it is Anna who is fucking me with a strap-on. Never mind, this is possibly the most exciting experience I’ve had - but just as this thought cross my mind there’s the sharp sound of a whistle and a voice booming ”Change!” 

In approximately three seconds all contact is broken… only to resume again, and through the slit under the scarf I see new hands reaching out for my body and a new person taking place between my thighs - this one doesn’t bother to feel me up, he (yes, this definitely is a man) presses his hard cock inside me and start fucking me pretty hard. I see a hand reach across my stomach and soft fingers start massaging my clit. Someone pinches my nipples and a hand turn my head to the side where another man slide his cock over my chin and push in through my lips and start fucking my mouth. I do my best to take as much as I can accommodate into my mouth and the one between my thighs thrust hard into me a couple more times, then pull out and I feel the warmth of his cum over my tummy before the whistle blows again and there’s a change of hands and body parts once more. A warm and wet pussy now occupies my right hand, a new cock lands on my lips and through the opening in the black scarf I can see Beardman bending over my pussy, his large hands under my ass as he adjust the angle of my pelvis and his beard tickles the inside of my thighs as he plunges his tongue deep into me. The sensation of everything all at once is almost dizzying I try to keep some kind of focus and to accommodate in whatever way I can. The woman rubbing her cunt against my hand and fingers press harder and my fingers get all wet and slippery as she comes. Beardman is fucking me with his tongue while pressing his nose against my clit and I know I’ll come soon if he keeps it up. The one with his cock in my mouth press deeper and I do my best to swallow when he grunts and shoots his cum down my throat. I’m just on the verge of coming myself when the whistle blows again and all contact with my body is broken once more. I curse inside my head, I was so close to coming, can’t I please be allowed to come… 

When the scarf is pulled off my eyes even the rather dim lightning in the room seem stark and I blink a few times before being able to focus my eyes. This time it’s the uniformed man standing between my legs and he has that predatory look in his eyes again, it makes me shiver of anticipation - and yes, finally I get what he promised before. Very slowly and deliberately he presses his way in, deep and then pull out, almost completely, before pressing in again. His thumb is sliding over my clit as he fucks me in a steady pace - now there are nobody else touching me, but it looks like everybody in the whole room is standing around us in a circle, most of them masturbating. I have a fleeting thought that I ought to feel shame for being objectified this way, but I feel no shame, just pure lust and joy - for me, for us, for this whole establishment. I never want this to stop, I always want to feel like this… and the orgasm building inside me like a tsunami wave, it’s lifting me up, up, up and I can hardly breathe and the pressure of his thumb and his moving inside me is pushing me over the edge. It feels like every muscle in my body tenses and I lift from The Throne as far as my shackles allows me, arching my back as the sensation washes through me… before I go limp, just barely feeling him thrust hard and deep into my cunt a few more times and then he too comes and collapses on top of me.