Chapter 3

Once Slut had finished cleaning up Master Max’s cock …he felt the cock withdraw from his throat and get tucked back away into those tight blue jeans. “Go clean yourself up Slut … I’m taking you to a party.”

Slut gulped audibly and struggled to his feet. A party? What kind of party? Where? Who will be there? His mind reeled with questions, anxieties and fears but at the same time some secret part of him thought it sounded really hot!
He slipped into the bathroom and peeled off his sticky latex panties… cleaned up as quickly as he could and then hurried to the bedroom to look at what he had handy to put on. He was about to call out to Master Max but then he heard him conversing with Mistress Suzanne on the computer. He could definitely hear her giggling as Max spoke in hushed tones about his intentions for the evening. This made him feel a bit better. As long as Mistress knew what the plan was and seemed OK with it, he felt more confident that he would not be in any danger. He went back to the closet and selected his next two favorite outfits. The latex French maid outfit and a super sexy skirt with open nipple bra and latex waist cincher… all black of course.

He would let Max choose. He never really thought about what it would be like to serve a male Dom before. Yes of course Mistress Suzanne had told him many times that she was going to have him service men for her amusement but that seemed like an abstract idea… just cocks to suck and be fucked by. THIS was different. His Mistress was on the other side of the country and there was this Dominant man here in his house taking charge of him like he … well, like he owned him. A complete stranger … taking him somewhere he never been, with more strangers. Holy crap! This is still kind of crazy!

He could hear Max calling to him. He threw on a robe and grabbed the two outfits and hurried back into the room with Max and Suzanne (on the computer).

“Your Mistress has something she wants to talk to you about before we get ready to leave Slut”. Slut went over to the laptop and knelt on the floor. He could see his Mistress smiling at him.

“Hello dear Slut. I know this evening has probably come as quite a shock to you but we have actually been building towards this for quite some time and well this seemed like the perfect opportunity to temporarily hand your leash over to someone I feel I can trust with your wellbeing. That said, I expect that you will obey Master Max as completely and unquestionably as you would me. No hesitation, no ifs, ands, or buts. Well I suspect he may make excellent use of your butt.” Mistress and Max both chuckled.

“But seriously, keep in mind your behavior is a direct reflection on me. If you are disrespectful, or sloppy, or rude in anyway, Max will correct you accordingly and then “I’ will deal with you myself as well. Tonight, you are nothing but owned chattel on loan to a friend to do with as he pleases. Understood?”

Slut stuttered just slightly but managed a “Yes .. yes Ma’am. Your slut understands. Which outfit would Mistress like me to wear? ” Slut asked while lifting them higher to the screen.

“I think you should be asking your Master’s opinion on that… don’t you? “

Slut turned to see Max sitting casually not far away and he held the outfits up for Max’s inspection
Max smiled and said, “Whichever one allows for the most access Slut. Now go get dressed and hurry back!”
Slut glanced over his shoulder at his Mistress’ face and smiled sheepishly… then got to his feet and scurried to the bedroom to change. He opted for a mix of the two outfits.

Open nipple latex top, sexy waist cincher and little white latex maid’s apron with a super short latex skirt. And of course, underneath he wrote the cock rings with the open rear latex panties similar to what he had on before (likely secretly going for a repeat of the erotic simulation he felt earlier.) He added some super sheer nylon stocking with sexy black seams down the back and made sure they were straight! Sexy black heels and his black latex hood for anonymity. He even added the cute little maids headpiece on top of the hood and the little wrist accents as well to complete the outfit and help him set the service headspace.

He looked in the mirror and felt pretty and slutty and horny and… Max’s voice called out from the next room; “Almost ready Slut? ”
“Yes Sir!”
“Well OK then … let’s get going!”

Slut walked out to the living room where Max waited. Max smiled and made a twirling motion with his hand. Slut stopped walking and did a graceful pirouette.
“Very nice! Now grab a long coat to throw over top and let’s get on our way. I have some friends waiting to meet you!”

Slut did as ordered and followed Mac outside to his big black SUV and got into the passenger seat. Soon as he was settled into the seat Max slid a blindfold over his eyes and Slut felt a pair of steel handcuffs cluck into place. Max then closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side and got in and started the car.
They rode in silence for a good 10 or 15 mins, maybe more it was so hard to judge the passage of time like this. Slut’s anxiety was creeping up again and he wanted to make conversation.

“Sir? May I ask where you are taking me?”
“You can but I’m not going to spoil the surprise Slut”
“Can you tell me anything about what you have in store for me this evening?”
“I can tell you that you are a very lucky slave to have such a wonderful and thoughtful Mistress to arrange this evenings events for you. Now be a good slave and suffer your anxiety in silence. It will feed the anticipation.”

They drove a lot longer. Slut last track long ago but he could tell they were no longer on the highway. Smaller side roads, several stop signs, a few turns and then …is this a dirt road? Ugh yes… definitely a diet road. Another good longish drive then finally the car stopped. He could hear Max get out, for closed… then passenger door opens.. Max’s hand on Sluts upper arm guiding him out. The ground is kind of uneven … Max keeps hold on him to help steady the nervous slave as he gently nudges him forward. Slut could smell the scent of animals… livestock maybe or horses. His imagination was working overtime again and his nervousness was growing steadily.

They walked a bit further and reached a couple of stairs. Max very gently and carefully guided his helpless captive up the 3 or 4 steps to what finally felt like a landing. Slut heard Master Max knock on the door and only a moment it two later he heard it open. A woman’s voice delighted welcomed them inside.

“Hello Master Max, so lovely to see you again,” came the lilting tones of the mystery woman. “And who do we have here?”

“This is one of Mz Suzanne’s playthings, known simply as “Slut” on loan to me for the evening to do with as I please. I’ve had a bit of fun with it already but thought that the night was young and well, it’s so nice to share. Don’t you agree?” Max chuckled slightly at the end.

Max continued but this time addressing the still bound and blindfolded slave, “Slut this lovely woman owns this establishment and allows some of the local lifestyle kink players to use it within her strict guidelines. She and your Mistress go way back and you will absolutely speak to and behave with the upmost respect. You may refer to her as Mistress Soleil, understood?”

Slut managed to mutter, “Yes Sir, pleased to meet you Mistress Soleil”.

“Of course, Suze would have such a lovely a polite, yet totally slutty little maid.” She replied with a laugh. “Can the slut be marked?”

“Not permanently preferred but a bit of bruising and a few welts I think would be ok. What do you have in mind?

“Oh well, I have been itching to test out a new bull whip, follow me!”

Soleil sounded like an excited school girl, no wonder she and Mz Suzanne get on so well. Max nudged Slut in a direction to follow the sound of high heels on wooden floor boards. The animal scent still in the air but not as strong now. He could hear other voices in different corners and areas of the space but the sound carried strangely. It was difficult to get a sense for how big the space was. Suddenly, the metal cuffs were being replaced with several wraps of rope around his wrists and then his hands were being pulled up into the air by a rope, possibly thrown over a beam.
“Spread your legs nice and wide Slut” came a very authoritative sounding Mistress Soleil.

Slut immediately complied and then there were ankle cuffs and a spreader bar put in place. Slut’s skirt was lifted and tucked away exposing his cock ringed but excited cock and his bare ass. His back was also mostly bare except for the thin strip of latex that made up the open nipple bra. He was feeling very exposed and vulnerable but pretty turned on as well, but now he had a growing trepidation about having a woman who he had never even seen, go straight to throwing bullwhips at him!

He tugged and pulled at the rope pulling his hands skyward. It held fast. He was still somewhat on tip toes as well thanks to the heels he decided to wear since they looked so great with this outfit. He tried pulling his legs together somewhat, if only to protect his now turgid cock from possibly becoming a target. But it was no use. He was definitely helplessly tied and available from all sides to whatever Mistress Soleil had in mind.

Suddenly he could hear the unmistakable whoosh sound of a whip as he assumed Mistress Soleil started warming up. Softly at first… whoosh – little pop, about 4 feet off to the left and behind him. Then a bit closer… whoooosh Pop! A bit louder and a fair bit closer. Whiz – Bang! Closer still! Slut’s heart was pounding in his chest now.

“Come on Soleil, hit the Slut already!” A man’s voice he didn’t recognize chimed in from about 8 feet behind him. It sounded like a few of the other scattered voices had moved closer to watch the scene that was about to unfold.
“I like making the Slut squirm dear. Anticipating the kiss of the whip”. The whip sound continued, whoosh pop, whoosh pop – closer and closer but it sounded like she was moving around him in a circle with the whip. Any hope he had of his cock being spared attention died when suddenly the was a loud “whoosh crack” right in front of him the resulted in a small gust of air caress his balls. He shuddered a little.

“I want to keep him guessing after all.” Whoosh pop, whoosh pop, whoosh pop came the steady rhythmic sound and puffs of air on thighs, his chest, his back but not a single actual touch yet.

“Not knowing when we will finally make contact. Whoosh pop! A fairly small but attention-grabbing sting suddenly woke up his left ass cheek! It was not intense at all but the suddenness of it surprised him and he let out a bit of a “girly yelp”.

He heard multiple laughs around him and flushed red with embarrassment. Mistress Soleil continued moving around him slowly and toying with him. Teasing him with the whip, giving little light caresses here and there and then throwing heart-stoppingly loud pops that don’t actually connect with his tender flesh. She was taunting him and enjoying it, and so was her audience.

Slut let his mind and thoughts drift with the rhythmic whoosh pop of the whip and he deepened his breath as Mistress had taught him to help him stay relaxed and allow the whip strikes that were now beginning to pick up pace to wash over and through him. He was breathing into the pain as Mistress Suzanne had tried teaching him several times .. the more it hurts the deeper you breathe. In sip sip breaths – out ahhhh slower exhales …. letting his muscles relax into the sensation as he released the breath. Mistress Soleil had moved onto a thick thuddy flogger – ooooh slut’s favorite! She slowed way down and let the big heavy tails of the flogger — whoooosh through the air before thumping heavily across his back. His breath left with each heavy whump! Whoooosh through the air —- whump goes the floggers tails and oooof out goes the breath – over and over.. almost hypnotically. His mind zoned out focusing only on his breath and the flogger now – nothing else mattered. Whooosh thud – whoooosh thump! His back was beginning to feel delightfully hot as she continued flogging his back and ass. He couldn’t even tell how long it had been – totally losing track of time.

Endorphins were definitely starting to kick in and things seemed a bit slow motion – it was a deliciously relaxing zone and OMG he totally needed it! It is so wonderful to be able to shut off your brain for awhile and just go with the sensation and the breathe – letting everything else in the world just slip away for awhile. Which is why he totally didn’t hear Mistress Soleil when she asked him how he was doing. She wasn’t pleased that he had zoned right the hell out like that rather than staying present and providing feedback when she demanded – err requested it!

Now he was in trouble! Mistress Soleil had been working very, very hard on his behalf and was definitely not feeling properly appreciated for her efforts!

“Well slut – it seems you need some encouragement to stay responsive and in the present moment with someone… don’t YOU??” Her voice sounded scary when she was annoyed. Then suddenly – she smiled the evilest smile he had ever seen and she announced that she had an idea.

She sent her slave to fetch a very large bag from the wall of toys in the huge play space and he hurried back and placed it on the ground next to where Slut was bound. “I would like to invite all of my wonderful guests to help participate in this next little scene. We are going to one at a time come up and place clothespins on the slut’s body. You can place them one at a time anywhere you like, but I’d prefer to save the juiciest bits for later if you know what I mean.” And she laughed a very sadistic laugh and then reached down and opened up the bag and Slut gasped to see that it contained literally 100s of clothespins! In fact, he had never seen so many clothespins in one place and considering he had recently lost a fair bit of weight he had a bad feeling that this was going to be a very long, very painful scene. “The current record is 283 clothespins on one body slut – I would like to see if we could break that record and YOU are going to have to count off each and every single one as they are placed on you – with One thank you Mistress, may I have another? Two thank you Mistress May I have another? And so on and so forth… being VERY careful not to lose track or miscount. This is serious business slave. I might even need to take a photo and submit it to “Guinness Book of Records” if we get enough on you.” Mistress chuckled amused at that thought and so did several of her friends.

(I actually checked and the only record there seems to be for clothespins and human bodies is 51 pins on a face in under a minute. Of course that is pretty remarkable but – wow seems like there should be room for improvement)
Mistress Soleil signaled to het slave to lower the rope holding Slut’s arms in the air. Initially he felt like she was doing that as a kindness but he quickly realized it was to make more flesh available for use. She also had him strip naked quickly and then put his arms back in bondage so he had something to pull against as he stood there for what was coming. Then, Mistress bent over, dug into the bag and while looking right into his eyes, she placed the first clothes pin on his right nipple. Slut’s voice cracked just a bit as he croaked out, “One thank you Mistress. May I have another?” She smiled. “Why yes, yes you may slut” as she placed another clothespin on his left nipple. “After all. We need to maintain balance, don’t we?” She beckoned towards people that were sitting nearby and 3 or 4 people slowly approached, reached into the bag and started placing random clothespins on his arms and legs. The first two were almost pleasant. He has always enjoyed a bit of nipple pain, but some of the others seemed just a bit irritating and random. Still, he very careful kept focus and count, being sure to thank and ask for more after each and every one was placed. Then more people from the “gallery” approached and began placing even more, he was over a dozen now and Mistress Soleil started to suggest placements that appealed to her sense of aesthetics. “Let’s be serious here, if we want to REALLY get a lot on this slut we are going to have to tightly pack them in there. Aren’t we?”

The pins began to start coming faster and much closer together. The pain was building quickly now and he was struggling getting his sentence out quickly enough, so Mistress signaled for the “helpers” to slow down just a bit. It seems she wanted to savor his torment. She also began to direct the placement a bit more. He felt long tightly placed rows of pins pinching the skin on the back of his arms from his arm pits all the way down to both wrists, and two others on his inner thighs, close to but not quite touching his genitals. But when he looked down the sweep of pins he saw on his chest and belly looked very pretty although excruciating. The pins were tightly spaced and started forming lovely curves and swirls from above each nipple outward towards his ribs and then across his belly and curving back down again in a lovely serpentine design. If it wasn’t burning so freaking badly, he was almost like to admire the artwork. Another pin was placed … this was number 265 and he was definitely struggling to keep count almost as much as his tormenting artists were struggling to find places to put them. Mistress Soleil signaled her friends to cease… and she had her slave kneel on all fours in front of Slut and then sat on his lower back with the bag and Slut’s genitals very close at hand.

Slut was struggling not to howl from the pain but Mistress Soleil was far from finished with him. She pulled out a hand full of clothes pins and began layering them around his balls and up the shaft of his very inattentive cock. “Goodness dear, you do not seem as inspired by this scene as we are. I am definitely going to need a bit more attention from you so that I have more surface area to work with.” She giggled slightly and then pulled out a wireless vibrator, turned it on and placed it just under the frenulum of his cock. It was like a jolt through the slut and he let out an audible moan. “Now now dear… we want you at attention but not crossing into messy. Understood?” “Yes Mmm Mistress. I understand”

She added another have dozen clothespins bringing the number up to 283 … one more and she will pass her record. So far she had been leaving the area along the deliciously sensitive underside of his cock clear for vibrator teasing but she definitely had some more room for placement along that delicate underside. She placed 7 more fairly quickly and announced – that 300 sounded like a REALLY good new record. Only 10 more to go!! She started cherry picking spots for ultimate ouch. The very sensitive spot on the back of each ear got 2 each, she had him hold out his tongue and added a couple there, making it really difficult to count and for the finale the frenulum of course got treated to the remaining few as she continued teasing him with the vibrator, holding him right on the edge of orgasm but not quite letting him go over. 300 clothespins on one body! Mistress Soleil was thrilled and took a quick selfie with him as a memento of the occasion but all he knew was that he just hurt everywhere and was terrified to orgasm because he knew the only thing that was helping him tolerate this pain right now – was being kept at the edge. Mistress called to her friends to surround him and really started focusing the vibrator in the most delicious places he could imagine on his cock as .. she had her friends start removing the pins several at a time as quickly as possible. It was agony but being kept on the edge with the vibe was amazing! She was reading him perfectly and leaving the ones on his nipples for the end — giving them little squeezes and twists as she continued working the vibe on his very sensitive but appreciative cock.

Finally, they were back down to only the two remaining clothespins… one of each nipple. She had one of her female domme friends begin twisting and tugging them just a bit harder as Mistress Soleil teased him right up to his ultimate edge and asked him. “Do you want to come for us slut?” “Yes. Mistress.” “I think you can do better than that. Beg for it slut or we will send you home like this” “Oh Mistress please! Please, please may this slut cum for your amusement?” “It amuses me to hear you beg and plead and sound just a bit pathetic slut. Do more of that.” Slut started begging even louder especially as her Domme friend added vibration to those clothespins on his nipples. The end was definitely near whether he had permission or not and Mistress Soleil knew it. “What will you do for me if I let you cum slut?” “Anything! Anything you want Mistress Soleil” “Anything? Like whatever I want you will do for me?” Yes ma’am anything – please PLEASE may I cum for you?”

“Hmm that’s a delightful offer. I really like the sound of that”, she mused as she drained the last sip from a glass she had nearby and held them close to him and continued pushing him until he started to shoot his load into the glass. She had her friend continue vibrating his nipples expertly sending waves of shivers through his body as Mistress Soleil continued to tease his cock until the last possible tremor and drop of jism was extracted from his body. She then looked him in the eye with a daring grin and held the glass to his lips. Slut gagged a tiny bit at the thought but knew he had better not renege on his promise if he knew what was good for him so he opened his mouth as she tipped the glass back and let the hot sticky load of semen slide down his throat. He heard several of the people around him chuckle, some of the men nervously, and it was as definitely bad as he imagined but tolerable.

He suddenly felt quite exhausted as all the endorphins that he had built up during the scene were dissipating almost instantly. He stumbled just a bit and Mistress Soleil knew it was time for her to send the slave off for a bit of a rest as she plotted her next move. Slut’s arms were released and he was given a bit of water and some fruit as a snack and then lead into another area of the huge dungeon where there was a large vacuum bed on a table. He was ordered to slide into it face up, arms flat elbows out to the sides and hands slightly above his head palms out and legs slightly spread. He was provided with a secure breathing tube and then the bed was zipped up and the vacuum was turned on. The feeling as the latex closed tightly around him was so bizarre. Suddenly he was completely encased in latex, unable to move at all beyond some very slight flexing. He could not open his eye and he could not really hear anything over the soothing white noise hum of the vacuum. He waited but felt nothing else. His mind and heart were racing wondering what she was going to do to him now knowing he was completely vulnerable and had made a promise to do anything. What had he been thinking? Of course, he hadn’t been thinking, not with his head anyway. He waited and waited, but nothing happened for what seemed a long time. How long? So hard to tell … 10 mins? Maybe 30 – his thoughts drifted some more and his heart finally started to slow down and relax. More time passed … his mind started to drift to a quieter place and he actually started to doze a little. He was just so tired after all the events of the day and pretty soon, he was sound asleep still held fast in the latex cocoon.

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