Troy's friends arrive

I sat quietly in the second downstairs living room, hearing the slow arrival of Troy..of my Master's friends. Troy had already called Carrie in, wanting to save my entrance and the humiliation that would come with that for when all his guests had arrived. But by the sounds coming from downstairs..cheers and jeers..Carrie..my girlfriend was already giving them a show. I could hardly believe that this entire thing had come from my desire to see Carrie used by other men. The Anything Promise..if I was a different type of person my life could be very different right now.

The doorbell rang again..that was the sixth time now. There were at least six men and Troy down there right now with my ex-girlfriend. With Carrie. My cock jumped again, tiny and straining against the cage that bound it within its metal confines. My ass was stretched by the pigtail buttplug that Carrie had gotten from somewhere. I was just Sissy Joan..or Pigslut I supposed.

A voice called out from the bottom of the stairs..Troy..Master was calling for me. My cock twitched again as I started crawling forward, the discomfort of my ass being filled with the hard rubber of the buttplug caused me to waggle my ass as I entered the corridor leading into the living room where the voices were coming from. The sound of leather smacking flesh and Carrie's pained grunts were clearly audible as well. Master leaned over me and spat a gobbet of phlemn onto my face.

"Pigslut..you are going to crawl in there in one minute and announce what you told me earlier. Then you are going to beg to be the pigslut of all the men in there..all of them bullied you along with me. And now you are finally where you belong. Isn't that right pigslut?"

I looked up, meeting Troy's cruel eyes. "Yes..Master." My cock twitched again, a twisted smile spread across Troy's face as he turned away to go back into the living room and I was left counting down the minute time limit until I could go in and meet my destiny.