Done

I was still completely immobilised in that sex machine, my body a single, trembling, dripping wreck. My mouth was held wide open by the spreader ring; saliva and dried cum ran down my chin and over my tits in long strands. My cunt was red, swollen and literally overflowing with the cum of the men who’d been fucking me all night long. The thick metal plug in my arse pressed deep inside me constantly, holding everything that had been pumped in there nice and tight. It was already light outside when I heard the door open one last time.

Someone came in. He didn’t say a word and I couldn’t see him. He simply walked behind me, spread my arse cheeks with both hands and carefully removed the plug. I felt it slide out slowly; a long, squelching, empty sensation made me whimper softly. Immediately, a thick, warm gush of cum ran out of my arse and trickled over my cunt.

Then he entered me.

His cock wasn’t that thick, but it was hot. He pushed himself slowly but relentlessly into my already wide, cum-filled arse. I moaned loudly as he filled me completely. Every thrust pushed the old cum further out, letting it run down my thighs in thick, white streams. He fucked me gently, deeply, almost lovingly – and I came again straight away. A brief, helpless orgasm that made my body twitch whilst he continued to thrust into my arse.

At that very moment, the door opened again.

Leon stepped in. The tall, masculine figure in the dark suit, with the stubble and the deep voice. My heart skipped a beat. *Leon… he’s really here… he saw everything…*

The man behind me quickened his pace, his thrusts growing harder. I stared at Leon whilst being fucked from behind, my mouth open and drooling, my tits swaying.

“Good girl,” said Leon in a warm, deep voice, drawing closer. “I never thought you’d go this far, Sarah. Fifteen cocks. Free Use. All filmed. You’ve really won me over.”

The last man groaned, thrusting himself right up my arse and shooting deep inside me. I felt every single hot spurt flooding my gut, mixing with everything that was already inside me. He really filled me up, then slowly pulled out. A long, thick stream of cum ran out of my open arsehole and dripped onto the floor.

Leon placed a thick envelope containing 5,000 euros in cash on the table next to me, along with a proper contract.

“That’s for you. And this is our contract. You’re now officially my sugar baby. The hard work is over.”

At that moment, Mia came into view. She smiled at me, so lovingly, so proudly. First she removed the spreader ring from my mouth, then the restraints. My jaws ached when I was finally able to close them. Mia helped me up carefully; my legs were so weak I almost collapsed. She led me into the bathroom, ran the large, round bath and helped me in.

The warm water enveloped my completely exhausted body. Mia sat down beside me and washed me very gently with a soft sponge. She washed my face, my tits, my still-dripping cunt and my arse. Every gentle stroke felt like a reward.

“You were incredible, Sarah,” she whispered as she brushed my hair out of my face. “I’ve never seen anyone give it their all like that. You really gave it your all. Leon is absolutely thrilled. He’s your sugar daddy now. No more tests. No more humiliation. Just parties, luxury, travel and wild nights, whenever you want.”

I leaned back, let her wash me, and felt the tears of relief and exhaustion welling up. Mia kissed me tenderly on the mouth, then on the forehead, then back on the lips. We kissed long, deep, lovingly – over and over, whilst the warm water splashed around us.

“You did it, baby,” she murmured between two kisses. I was so tired. So happy. So empty and yet so full.

Mia helped me out of the bath, dried me off, carried me to bed and tucked me in. I closed my eyes.

And slept. Fourteen hours straight.

I blinked slowly. The bright morning light streamed through the suite’s large windows, bathing the bed in a warm, golden glow. My body felt heavy, sore, but strangely content. Fourteen hours of sleep – fourteen hours during which I’d simply been away. I sat up carefully; every movement made my pussy and my arse protest softly. It was still throbbing between my legs, warm and swollen.

On the bedside table lay the thick envelope containing the 5,000 euros in cash and a neatly folded contract. My heart beat faster as I reached for it.

I flicked through the first few pages. The contract was clearly and professionally worded.

“Sarah undertakes to be at Leon’s disposal at all times and in all places. She is available 24/7 and must appear at any location requested by Leon within a maximum of two hours. In return, she receives a monthly allowance of 12,000 euros, plus all expenses, travel, clothing and accommodation. Sarah may refuse individual requests or practices – there is no safeword, but a clear ‘no’ will be respected.”

I took a deep breath. That sounded… fair. Better than expected. Not total enslavement. I was allowed to say no. I would be his sugar baby, his toy, his companion – but with a measure of control.

Then came the last page. The very last condition.

“A prerequisite for the contract to come into **** is the application of a permanent tattoo directly above the pubic region with the exact wording: ‘Property of Leon’. The tattoo must be applied within 24 hours of signing the contract and proof must be provided to Leon via photograph.”

I stared at the lines. My mouth went dry.

*Property of Leon.*

A tattoo. Right above my pussy. Forever. For the rest of my life, it would say there that I was his property. Every man who ever saw me naked would read it. Every shower, every mirror, every new partner – it would be there. Permanent. Indelible. Impossible to remove.

The 5,000 euros lay beside me. The monthly allowance. The promise of travel, luxury, security. No more money worries. No more humiliation, just wild, luxurious adventures.

But the tattoo…

I jumped up, frantically searching for Mia. “Mia? Mia, where are you?” My voice echoed through the empty suite. The bed was made, her things gone. She’d left without leaving a message.

I looked at the clock. 11:47 am. The contract had been signed just after nine, whilst I was still asleep. The 24-hour deadline was already ticking. I had less than twelve hours left.

Panic welled up inside me.

*I can’t do this. It’s too final. It’s my body. Forever.*

But then I thought of the last few hours. All those cocks. The cum. The cameras. The pure, deep lust I’d lost myself in. And the feeling when Leon came in and called me a ‘good girl’.

I’d had a temporary tattoo before – a professional henna-style one that’d lasted nearly a year and looked deceptively real. It had been so well done that even my girlfriend at the time hadn’t realised it wasn’t real until weeks later.

Maybe… maybe I could do that again. An extremely high-quality, deceptively real temporary tattoo. Black, elegant, in exactly the right lettering. Leon wouldn’t spot it in the photo. At least not straight away. And later… later I’d find a way to explain it to him. Or just live with it until I was really ready.

I stared at the contract.

My hand trembled as I picked up the pen.

*I want this life. I want the money. I want Leon and Mia.*

But the tattoo… the real tattoo… I didn’t want that yet.

Not yet.

I’d fake it.