A trip to Oakwood

The following week ate at my nerves, I backed out and reaffirmed my desire twice that week. Finally Friday came round, I finished work at about four and went home to prepare, I shaved and showered, made sure I was all pretty and then Mark got home, he was doing close so didn’t get there till eight.

“So my **** slut ready?” He asked. I shuddered at his words and nodded, “Good.” To my confused look he went to the kitchen and opened the freezer. I heard the rattling and realised what he had done. The metal of my collar and cuffs was slowly encrusting with frost and it jingled in his hands. “Take the robe off.” I did as was ordered and let my robe fall from my shoulders as he unlocked the collar.

Then he slid it around my neck, it was freezing cold like it was burning my skin as he locked it into place. “Hands.” He said as I whimpered. He repeated the process with my wrists and my ankles, the bands freezing cold and the chain occasionally rubbing between my shoulder blades. Then he stood in front of me, looking as my tits were pushed out from my hands being behind my back.

He unzipped his pants and pushed me down, I obediently knelt in front of him. As I knelt, he started to taunt me, “You are going to get **** by so many cocks tonight.” He moaned as I started to suck his cock. He grabbed my collar and pulled me forward, shoving his cock into my throat with no warm up.

“Fucked, in the mouth, cunt, and arse.” He moaned fucking my face. “Used as nothing more then a fleshlight for strangers.” I shuddered at his words. “God I’m so turned on, I’m not going to last long. But you can be sure you will get more than your fair share tonight.”

It was only a few minutes before he came, filing my throat and mouth. “God. I can’t wait till tomorrow, I’m going to fuck your filthy hole as you tell me all the details.” He wiped his cock clean in my hair. “Now,” he began, “I believe I need to write on you.” He pulled at black marker out of his pocket.

On my chest he wrote ‘**** me!’ and on my lower back he wrote, ‘Breeding fuck slut!’ He smiled at his handy work. “Nice. Now put your jacket on, I will take it off of you when we get there.”

I looked at him a moment, “I can’t.” I said, “My hands.”

He shrugged, “Oh well then.” Before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the door to the garage.

The drive to Oakwood was even more nerve wrecking. At two different sets of lights I caught guys starting at my naked form in the front seat of the car. But soon we were there, soon we were in the suburb. My mouth was dry, my pussy dripping, my heart was pounding in my temples, chest and throat.

Mark parked the car at the mouth of the alley and got out, he walked around and opened my door, “There is a club somewhere out the far side, but this side seems pretty quiet.” He said as he pulled me from the car and started leading me naked down the alley. “Now beg for me to leave you here.” He told me.

My voice was barely a crackle, “Please leave me here.” He shook his head, “Please Mark, leave me here, alone and naked.” He smiled this time, but still shook his head not letting go of my arm.

“Mark I want you to leave me here to be **** by anyone who wants a go. To be used and abused.”

“Better.” He said before giving me a shove further into the alley.