Game Day

by Lady Ilsa

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Sir throws a party on Game Day for his friends.

It's Game Day...

Sir has decided that we will host a Game Day party. The details have all been decided: the food, the guests and the pre-game, half-time and post game entertainment.

The last of the hot food is ready and set out buffet style, the beer is cold and in the fridge. I've dressed as directed and will greet our guests as instructed. My job is to serve: the food, the drink. I'm also to make sure everyone signs up for the Pool. There are prizes for each quarter, and the final score. The squares are all filled out with the prize detailed. For each square a guest signs, a donation of $1 for the beer is required. There are 25 squares. There are 6 guests plus Sir. He has already signed the first square.

I run into the bath to check my make-up and dress. I smile nervously. The apron barely covers my nipples - they keep trying to peek out the sides. The ties hang down and tickle my ass. The sexy Santa on the front is fucking his Elfin slut doggie style ... heheh. My lips, nails, stockings, heels and garter are all the same shade of red. My collar is black, as is my leash - the leash hangs down my back and swishes across my ass as I walk.

I'm to answer the door, each time the bell rings, eyes down and say, "Welcome, Sir." Each guest knows that I am there for his pleasure. I am to take his cock in my mouth and place a nice full red ring of lipstick around the base. All welcomes are done with the door open. I am to reapply my lipstick before each greeting.

Sir and the first guest arrive together. I answer the door as instructed. Sir tells me I'm a good girl and that I should make his guest welcome. I kneel in front of him and he tells me to unzip him and to open my mouth. I do as I'm told and his semi-hard cock is placed on my tongue.

"Suck it whore" I do as I'm told. "That's very nice ... I'll want more of that later" he withdraws and zips up. I take his coat and stand to hang it up and then reapply my lipstick. I feel the tug on my leash. Sir pulls me to him.

"Good girl. Now take him in, get him food and drink and the Pool. You have more guests coming."

Soon, all six are here. I have greeted each with my mouth on their cocks, reapplying my red lipstick for each. All six have a bright red ring around the base of their cocks. All have taken 4 squares each. All have food, beer or drink, and are relaxing in the living room. It is time for the pre-game entertainment.

The coffee table is clear, the straps are in place on the four legs with the cuffs ready for me. Sir secures me to the table by my ankles and wrists - I'm on all fours. Sir brings out the ball gag and secures it in my mouth. He runs his hand over my ass, my tits, my thighs.

"Gentlemen, this is my slut. Today she is yours as well. You may use her as you wish, but only if you win your square. During the game, you may play with her but she may not cum unless she begs for it and you allow it. She will serve you whatever you desire, but will only service the square winners. All the toys in the box are at your disposal. I will set the limits, but I do ask that you enjoy yourselves. She is a good slut and will please you or she will be severely punished."

With that, he began to slowly, lightly use the flogger on my bottom. It did not hurt, was pleasurable. The flogger would sometimes strike my pussy. It would snake around and strike my breasts. The men were enjoying the show. The all have cocks in hand. Sir warns them not to get to excited too fast - the game will be a long one and their enjoyment is my duty.

It's time for kickoff. Sir releases me from my bonds. The ball gag is left in place and a butt plug is inserted to prepare me for later. I refill drinks and plates and then relax at Sir's feet, my leash in his hand. He occasionally tugs on it, tweaks a nipple or pinches my clit. At the end of the first quarter, the winner in announced by Sir. I belong to this guest for the entire next quarter.

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