You are naked except for the collar and the new tattoo that says, “DADDY’S PROPERTY”, in big bold black letters. The new nipple clamps are attached to the collar and one is on your clit as well. I lead you through the guests that have assembled for the party and the host greets just me, as that is protocol.
I am the Master Dominant and you are my submissive. The male is a close friend and his submissive wife is naked in the next room, on her knees beside a big leather chair.
He looks you up and down and I can tell by the way his gaze lingers on your huge nipples, that he’s very excited to taste you.
At the door, he hands me ten tokens then he explains how the tokens work. Five are in black and five are in white. The black is to take another sub for one hour, one token for one hour, for up to three hours. The white token is to reject a dominant use of your own submissive. If you reject three times you forfeit your submissive to the house dominant until the end of the party. He can choose to use them or give them to another. These parties are known to last the whole weekend.
I can feel you tense next to me and your energy changes as well. I squeeze your hand and give you a stare as I have trained you to understand silent commands. The stare means, “Calm down, relax, trust me.” We follow him through the guests and there are already roughly thirty people here tonight.
The dominant men are dressed to impress, from expensive custom-made suits to slick black all-leather ensembles.
The dominant women are equally impressive, probably more so. Some have exquisitely designed gowns with diamond jewelry in their ears. A few with their cleavage and breasts wrapped in leather dominatrix outfits, with sky-high leather boots, and a whip on their side.
Our host sits down in his chair and he nods to a chair next to him. I sit and accept a whisky from a server. Her tits bounce and are small and perky. My eyes take in her perfectly toned body and gorgeous ass.
As I sip my drink, I nod at you. As graceful as I’ve ever seen you, with head down you sink into your trained waiting position for my next command.
As I turn my attention to my friend, I can sense that a few of the men are starting to drift near to you and my cock gets hard. This will be the first time, since I collared you, that another man, or woman, will be fucking you tonight.
My cock twitches as I smell your excitement as well since you understand why we are here. It’s part of your training as well as for my pleasure. I’ve told you how much it excites me to fantasize about cum dripping out of every hole.
If all goes well tonight, I will be asked to host the next event in two months. The power of being able to fuck and taste that many submissives, both male and female, makes my cock ache. I want it!
The host says to me, “Excuse me, it’s time for me to let the activities begin.”
He stands and his submissive stands next to him, her head down.
His voice is deep and strong as he beings his speech, “Good evening my friends and to you as well submissives. I am officially starting the clock. We have allowed for forty-eight hours for this party and every bonded pair was given a room key. That is only for the bonded pair to use until the end of the festivities. You may use it anytime you wish. The tokens have also been explained and the dungeon, and the outside area, have been outfitted for primal play as well. The second floor is designed for multiple sexual activities. Keep in mind dominants that once your white tokens are gone your submissive becomes mine to use or to gift. Tonight’s activities will end at three a.m. At that time, please return to your assigned room and tomorrow the activities will begin at noon until three a.m. One more word before we begin. Take your time, no fighting, and be respectful. “
The lights dimmed and it was on.
The host asked me to join him at the bar as the women would remain by the chairs. They could only be traded when their dom was with them.
He was curious about my sub and how I came to own you. I tell him how we have chatted for over a year and you became submissive to me within four months’ time. I told him how disobedient you are too, always testing my authority. He laughed when I mention that you have a pleasure/pain kink as well as a primal kink. He hung on every word and his first question is about the primal kink.
“How do you know she’s into primal hunting? You haven’t been with her that long.”
I don’t like his tone or his questioning about my knowledge of my own submissive and I feel my anger building. He is watching me waiting for my answer. I take a long slow pull of whisky and say, “My sub has given me absolute power. I am a firm believer in ‘with power must also come understanding’, and how to give her what I want her to take, as well as in knowing what she wants as well. She has told me her darkest most locked away desires and primal is the one she craves the most.”
I watch him take a drink of his whisky as he’s thinking carefully about his words. We had been young boys together and we shared everything, except for our women. But I can feel his desire for you. I know him so well you are also his type. “Fuck!” his next action feels like a punch to the balls. He hands me a black token. I will my hand not shake as I take it from him. Fuck!
We take our drinks back to the waiting women. I know he expects me to take his wife/sub, and I could have given him a black token, but my heart wasn’t in it.
Looking at you, so submissive and eager to please me, it took everything in me not to take you by your hand and lead you out of there. But my pride and honor are on the line and I want to host the next party.
I use your name, another trained signal, it means you are to stand, look at me, and obey without question.
“Wendy, our host has asked for your company. Please, go with him and show him what a great cum slut you are, for Daddy.”
You look up at me with a proud smile and say, “Yes, Daddy, anything you wish I will do.”
He smiles at me but I don’t smile back, instead, I hand him your leash and walk away.
I went straight to the bar and drank until the last call at three a.m. I can imagine everything he is doing to you and I am seething in jealousy.
A security guard escorts me to the room that is reserved for us. I unlock the room and feel a wave of despair sink into my chest. It is empty, I am alone, it is “three fucking thirty”! The time is up!
I start to pace the floor as another thirty minutes pass before I hear the key in the door. I whip open the door and was in shock. You smile weakly, hand me four more black chips and say, “Daddy, he requests me from noon until three a.m. tomorrow.” Then you ask me quietly if you can sleep.
My voice shakes but I manage to say, “Yes, Princess,” another keyword that means I have you. I feel you sag against me, totally exhausted.
I carry you to the bed. You are covered in dirt, your hair is loose, and I pick small leaves from it. I am heartsick since I knew what he was doing. He is primal hunting and he has already claimed you for the whole next day and night.
I wake up early and leave you in bed. I go into the banquet food area and find the coffee and see that everyone is dressed business casual until tonight’s grand ball.
I take my coffee to the outdoor pool to clear my head and decide what I should do next when I hear my friend’s voice. Without even a “May I join you,” he sits the coffee cup down and sits across from me.
“Old man,” he says, even though he and I are the same age, “be careful with that one, she’s a fighter!” he laughed, “and a biter too!” I just looked at him. “If I wasn’t married…” he didn’t say it because we both know where his money and lavish lifestyle came from.
“Did she give you the tokens?” his voice is mocking me and I want to punch him in the face!
“Yes, she did,” my tone is calm, even though I am mad.
“Great, have her at the boat dock at twelve sharp with no clothes.”
He finishes his coffee and slaps me hard on the back as he stands to leave. I stand too, taller than him by two inches, and I look down at him and say, “I’m coming with her, it’s my right.”
His eyes narrow as he knows I am within my rights as your dominant.
“Fine, you can watch, but she’s mine. Why don’t you go fuck my sub or one of these young model types?” he isn’t happy with my intrusion.
I finish my coffee and leave. I fix a tray and go back to the room. To my surprise, I hear the shower running. I set the tray of food down and open the bathroom door. You are washing your hair, your eyes are closed, and I see bruises on your skin. I see red and I am pissed!
I grab the glass shower door, pull you out, and soap is dripping off your naked body onto the floor.
“What the fuck happened to you, Kitten?”
Your voice shakes as tears slide down your face, “He’s a Primal Dom, Daddy.”
My heart breaks as I had no fucking idea. No idea at all!!
I sit you on the counter as I hardly strip off my clothes. We go back into the shower, where I wash you from head to toe, holding you close as the hot water rinses the soap from your body. Your glorious boobs are against my chest and I can feel my cock getting hard. I need to reclaim you, but I need to be gentle. I turn the water off, wrap you in a big fluffy towel, and bring you to bed.
I lay you down, pulling the towel off, I feel an animal need to bury my cock inside you.
I put my body on top of you, kissing you hard, as my hand spreads your legs open. My cock twitches as it touches your smooth opening. I can’t hold back anymore, so I push hard, reclaiming my woman. Fucking you until the powerful urge to cum floods your cunt leaving me breathless. After I finish, I clean you but leave my cum in your pussy.
It’s getting close to noon and he will be waiting at the boat dock. I should just say, “Fuck it,” and leave, but I know the dom world is a cutthroat business. If I leave, I’ll never be able to attend these parties again and I could lose you to another dom by forfeit.
“Kitten, he wants you to go with him on his boat, but I’m going too. You have to be a good sub, please him really good. I want him jealous of what a wonderful sub that is mine and not his.
Down on the dock I see him waiting on his boat. It’s a GodDamn Yacht! I hate my life!
I hand him your leash and tell you to be a good slut. When I hear you say, “Yes, Daddy, I will make him feel good and make you happy,” I want to push him into the ocean!
“Good girl,” I say as I swat your ass.
As I watch, he pulls out his cock and says, “Suck me, bitch.”
You say sweetly, “Yes, Sir,” and you put your hands on it and then your mouth. He uses your hair to pull your head back.
“No hands, Bitch!”
You remove your hands and say, “Yes, Sir,” as you lower your mouth slowly onto his nine-inch cock.
I take what little pride I have left, knowing I have trained your throat to swallow a cock without gagging.
You take him completely to his balls and use your throat muscles to squeeze his cock head milking him. I know he will not last long with your experienced mouth and throat. He arches his back and grunts as he starts to fill your throat and you know not to spill any as you drain him dry.
He yells, “Fuck you trained that cock loving whore great!”
I look at you and say between clenched teeth, “Princess, do you have something to say to our host?”
You look him in the eye and whisper shyly, “Thank you, for the throat fuck, Sir, and for allowing me to drink your cum.”
He backs the yacht out into the harbor and we fly across the smooth ocean. He has you on his lap as he’s driving, with one hand between your thighs playing with your pussy and the other on the wheel.
He sucks on your nipples, biting and pinching, then he gropes your ass, sticking his fat finger inside you.
After an hour of cruising, he slows as he approaches a small island with a boat dock. He ties up the boat and tells you to put your shoes on, as he hands you a pair he’s brought with him.
He takes you by your arm and says, “You have ten minutes to hide. Do you remember last night? I hunted you and then I claimed my trophy?”
“Yes, Master,” your voice is soft.
I nearly lose it when you say, “Master,” but I hold it together.
He goes on to say, “This is my private hunting island. I have prepared some fun activities for us this afternoon, but because of the ball tonight it only gives us four hours to play.”
He slaps your ass hard then yells, “Go!”
He turns and says to me, “The island is loaded with surveillance cameras, so I’ll show you how to use the monitors.” He’s talking fast since he’s excited to hunt you. I hate him.
He zooms in on a wooded shed and inside there are two women. One is dressed as a dominatrix and the other is tied down on her back, with her legs spread wide. I watch the dominatrix who is pounding her cunt with a large strap-on. Her cunt is dripping juices onto the floor.
He punches me in the arm and says, “Enjoy the show, old man,” then he climbs off the boat and takes off running.
I adjust my chair and start searching the different screens trying to find you. Then I see you and you look terrified as you are running with no clear destination to go. You spot the shed and I’m screaming, “No, no, Kitten, don’t go in there, it’s a trap!”
I can see your breathing is fast, your chest is heaving up and down, and you are dirty and sweaty.
My hands are shaking as you open the door. You see her and the woman on the table, so you turn to run, just as the Primal Dominant enters the door.
“I caught you little kitty, we’re going to have some fun!” he’s looking right at the camera. He grabs a fist full of hair, pulls your head back, and kisses you until you’re struggling for air. He lets you go, you are breathless and scared, and I can see it in your eyes.
I watch as the Dominatrix takes you by your hair. I can’t help myself, I pull my cock out of my shorts and start stroking.
She leads you over to the girl strapped on her back and tells you to place your cunt over her mouth. I can hear you moan as the woman starts eating your cunt.
The sight of you riding a woman’s face is incredible and my cock is throbbing as I’m stroking it.
The Dominatrix pushes down harder against her mouth. She’s making slurping noises as your juices spill into her waiting mouth and she’s swallowing fast as she can.
I lean into the camera as the dominatrix pulls your nipples hard. Her voice is deep and commanding as she says leaning in, “Cum now, you slut!”
You respond instantly, as a well-trained submissive. Your head goes back, your body stiffens, and you let out a loud scream, as you release wave after wave into her throat and her face is soaked.
The Dominatrix takes you off the soaked woman. She bends you over a bench, so your clamped tits are hanging over the end, then she puts a strap around your waist and secures your legs, so they’re spread wide and your cunt and ass are open, ready to be used. You’re staring at the camera.
My hand is sliding up and down my shaft, I can see your tongue slide over your lips, you know I’m watching.
Then I watch as the Primal Dominant gets behind you, he slaps your ass cheeks until they are glowing red, and then he pushes an 8-inch long, 4-inch thick, dildo into your cunt.
Your so wet he has no resistance. He is fucking you like a mad man who is wild and out of control. He leans down and bites you hard on your left ass cheek, causing you to moan happily, so he does it again.
He pounds your cunt so hard that you cum and cum. You have four, or five, mini orgasms.
As you are having your fifth, he pulls out so he can show the camera your cunt gapping and pulsing from your orgasm.
I pull my cock hard and spray my load on the floor. I laugh after I think, “I hope he slips on it!”
He spits on your spinster and then pushes his raging hard cock into your, now well-trained, ass, after two months of daily use.
You tell him, “Thank you,” again as I have made you into an obedient slut, that loves to be kind no matter what is happening.
He pounds your ass and all this time you’re staring at the camera. I’m watching you being used by a Primal Dominant and I can feel my cock begin to harden again. I want to fuck you so bad!
I watch as your body goes ridged as you start to cum so hard that you squirt all over the floor.
He shoots his load of long white strands into your stretched asshole. He pulls out and walks to the camera and says, “I’m just getting started!” He laughs and walks away, his cock dangling in front of him.
Over the next three hours, I have abused my cock, squirting load after load all over this fucking boat!
Then at last I see you being walked back to the boat. He’s got you on a leash hooked through a different collar. My blood starts to boil as he’s breaking protocol!
He smiles as he sees my anger, “How much?” he says.
I take the leash from his hand and I unhook the collar. “Fuck you,” my voice is deathly cold.
“When we get back, we’re leaving. She is my world! Priceless!“
