I get up early.

I got up early the next day, I have a pamper day planned with a few treats for the boys who were going to be enjoying my body over the next little while.

I said goodbye to Mark and told him I would meet him at the hotel around 5 and caught a cab out, on his father’s credit card. I had a nice quiet breakfast to myself before going to my first appointment. There I had a full body scrub, massage and moisturise, making sure my skin was soft and supple.

After this, I went shopping and bought more lingerie and a few sex toys. If I had the opportunity to spend big, I may as well.

That afternoon I had lunch with one of my girlfriends, Sarah, my treat, and told her about the kink I was about to embark upon. She loved how dirty it all sounded and started calling me a slut. I just smiled and ordered another round of drinks. “You should get a tramp stamp,” she suddenly blurted.

I laughed, “I’m sure I have enough tatts,” I told her.

She frowned for a little while before saying, “Why don’t you give them the choice?” I frowned back at her before she explained. “Well, you are going to be theirs to use for their pleasure right? Maybe tonight you offer them the option, maybe they want you tattooed more, or marked with the date of your fucking.”

I laughed, “You really like this idea don’t you?” Sarah nodded, her blonde hair bouncing. “Well, maybe I should offer them you.”

She smiled, “I doubt you want to share, but if they pay me enough maybe another weekend I would be willing, give you a night off.”

“And you called me a slut, and what if they wanted to tattoo you?” I challenged her.

Her smile broadened, “Oh I would want a piece of memorabilia, maybe a tatt on the inside of my thigh with the words ‘Cum dump’ and the date.”

“You are terrible, anyway, I should finish up, still have a few things to do before going to the hotel,” I thanked her for the company and paid for lunch before running out.

I went and bought some spirits, tequila, rum and champagne. Whipped cream, caramel dipping sauce and permanent markers. Then I caught a cab to the hotel. On the way I changed in the backseat, the cab driver watching in the centre mirror as I stripped off and put on the lingerie and dress Mark’s dad had bought me. I gave him a wink as I inserted the hoops into my nipples and said, “I’m off to get treated like a slut by my boyfriend, his brother and his father. I have to look the part. Do I?”

“Oh my, you very much do, in fact, if you don’t want to pay for the cab I can think of other payment options.”