Oakwood, next week, all night.

My voice was a croak as I replied, “I want you to leave me, helpless, in Oakwood next Friday, and pick me up,” I hesitated to say the last word, “Saturday.” If my cycle was as regular as it normally was I would be fertile Thursday, Friday, Saturday next week.

Mark’s cock was rock hard again as he smiled, “Friday? While you are fertile?” I nodded, “You want me to collar and cuff you and leave you lying in refuse all night for the drunks and the vagrants to breed?” I shook again as an orgasm approached, “I’ve already checked the weather,” He said, “fine in the evening, but showers overnight.”

I looked up into his eyes, “You knew what I would pick?” I asked him.

He smiled and nodded, “Making it real. You want to be ****, going somewhere when someone was **** makes it real. Being **** makes it more real, should I let a few of our friend know? Just to make sure you get a good fucking?”

I moaned and shuddered, “Don’t tell me.” I replied, “Line up whatever you think would be good. You obviously have your own ideas.”

He nodded, “I will then.” He reached around my neck and unlatched the collar, “This,” he said, “will now be your **** collar. You will only wear it when you are going to be nothing but a piece of meat for men to **** and dump in.” My moan was auditable as I came again, “Maybe we can organise more **** events for you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, still breathing heavily.

“Well, Peter is getting married next month, maybe you can be the ‘entertainment’?” he said with a smile. “Chained, up, for free use at the bucks night, or even the wedding? I would love to see the groom, father of the groom, or priest, make use of your **** holes.”

I bit my lip, “Ask him, I’m willing.” I said.

He nodded, “So next week, I write on you ‘**** me’ etc and dump you in the alley. Then pick you up the next day, hopefully after a number of men have filled your face, cunt and arse with their cum.” I closed my eyes, “Hopefully, you will be pregnant by the end of the weekend, with some unknown ****’s bastard.”

I slumped in the chair, shuddering in orgasm yet again.