Yes

Just before he enters you, you feel a sharp pinching pain on your clit.

“This clothespin on your clit represents your promise not to cum until I say so. Cum early and it gets ripped off.” he says, before a strip of cloth covers your eyes. "And this blindfold represents your complete submission to us and to the House."

Before you can respond he starts fucking you roughly. The stimulation drives you wild as you move your hips to meet his thrusts like the needy slut you are. His hand grabs your ponytail for leverage, which just drives you even crazier. Eyes rolling back into your head you slip further and further into sub space.

Mouth open, you feel something on your tongue and obediently start to lick. No matter what or who it is you don’t care as long as you’re getting used like the dirty slut you are. Whether it’s Mrs. Leathson’s pussy or the cock of a complete stranger. You’re acting on instinct now, no thoughts, just sex. The urge to cum rises in you as you fight against it as best you can. Time passes, but you let it pass, not holding onto any one moment as you get passed around. by now you're sure that there's more than just the three of you in the room but you don't care. Jizz covers your back, your face, your legs, and your breasts. multiple loads are fucked into you over the course of what must be hours. All the while you push down the need to satiate your own desires.

As you feel and hear the presence of less and less people around you, you guess that the night is starting to come to an end. The clothespin somehow managed to stay on the whole time despite the rough fucking you'd gotten. As you lay panting on the floor a hand caresses your sticky face.

"How did you do my dear? Did you obey us?" the voice of Mrs. Leathson asks

"Yes mommy." you say

"Good, then i think you've earned your orgasm." you hear as the pin is removed.

soft fingers begin to gently massage your aching pussy, and the orgasm is near-instantaneous. a tidal wave of pleasure rolls through you as you begin to shake all over. toes curling, you can barely speak enough to let out a long moan that's half a scream. still blindfolded, it's an inescapable sensation that hijacks all of your senses.

You start to come down from it, abs and legs still spasming lightly. The blindfold is lifted and all you can see is the two of them, but you’re sure there were more. By the time you’re completely back in your own head you’re exhausted beyond words and have to be carried to the showers, but not before both Mr and Mrs Leathson give you a kiss on the lips goodnight. Half conscious, you can remember getting washed and dried by other people before waking up in a bed in the nurse’s office.

“How long was I out?” You ask