Summer had picked out a dress and lingerie for her date and was about to put them on when a box arrived by messenger. The label said, “Wear this, and nothing else. S.”
“Well, so much for that,” she said aloud. S stood for the Society. She didn’t even know the name of her date. She only knew it would be a so-called Alpha-seven, the sort of male she was supposedly attracted to as a beta-four. So far, they hadn’t been wrong. It was like them not to give her any time to think about it, or any way to respond. Just open the box and put on what a strange told her to wear. Simple. A part of her wanted to rebel, but she knew she wouldn’t. She opened the box. Inside was a pair of shoes, some black underthings, and a short black rain slicker. It wasn’t raining out. She shrugged. Under the slicker was a bottle of lube, and a black rubber butt plug.
An hour later, she was dressed as directed. She wore a demi-bra that gave her a little support but didn’t quite cover her nipples, a garter belt, seamed silk stockings, and four inch black heels. Over that, only the shiny rain jacket. Even if it had been a dress, it would have been dangerously short. It revealed a flash of thigh and the twin vertical lines of suspenders on each leg between the bottom of the jacket and the lace stockings. The two top buttons on the slider had been removed, so it didn’t do much to cover up her cleavage, either, but at least it didn’t get and give an uninterrupted view of her nipples. As long as she didn’t bend over, she would be sort of decent. If she did, there was no guarantee someone wouldn’t see the plug in her ass. It had taken her five minutes to work that thing in, but at least she knew it wasn’t going anywhere.
At eight o’clock on the dot her phone chimed. “Parked out front. Get into the passenger seat. S.” said the text.
She walked down the steps, to the sidewalk, and crossed it to get to the red two-seater convertible that waited. The man in the driver’s seat wasa big, broad shoulded man with a close haircut, and he watched her every move from behind dark sunglasses. He looked more like a Secret Service agent than what she expected a Master would look like. But then, Secret Service agents were sexy in their own way. She didn’t look left or right to see who was watching. She couldn’t do anything about it, anyway, and she didn’t want to make eye contact with a stranger, or worse an acquaintance. Instead, she opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.
The plug felt extra uncomfortable sitting down, and she squirmed. “Are you my Alpha?” Sometimes the Masters had a chauffeur. She couldn’t assume this man was her date.
“Yep. Blake.” He moved the stick and the engine roared to life. He kept his eye on the road until he spotted a narrow opening in traffic, and then pulled out into the street. “And you’re Summer.”
“Yes.”
“I read in your file you’ve always considered yourself to be prim and proper.”
“Well, not a prude, but…”
“And now you’re a slut.”
“Well, I wouldn’t…”
Brock laughed. “You gave two blowjobs to strangers your last date. You’re wearing a raincoat that hardly covers the plug in your ass. Don’t deny it, own it. You’re happier this way, aren’t you, Summer?”
Summer sent. “Yes.”
“That would be yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, feeling the familiar tingle between her legs starting up again.
He drove several miles and then pulled into the driveway of a large house. Trees secluded the driveway and the house from the street.
“Jacket stays here,” Brock said.
Glad no one was watching, she took it off. As she did, a black Cadillac pulled in behind, and a man in a tux walked towards the car. So much for no one watching. What she had left on emphasized her nakedness rather than concealed it.
Brock got out, walked around to Summer’s door, and opened it, gesturing her to join him. He tossed his keys to the man in the tux, who drove offwith it, but not without an admiring glance at Summer. Brock steered Summer towards the steps leading to the house itself, which was huge. The Cadillac pulled into the space vacated by Brock’s sports car. Summer glanced behind, wanting to know if the people inside were like her and Brock. The man was dressed in a dress shirt and a sport coat, and the woman wore an elegant evening gown.
“Summer, since you’re so curious, turn to face them.”
Summer witnessed. She didn’t want to give them the full frontal view, although she didn’t know why going into the house was any better. Nonetheless she turned.
“Hands lacened behind your neck, feet apart, chest out,” Brock directed. “Give them a good show.”
“Is she like me, Sir?” she asked, as she followed directions.
“No. She’s an adjunct. Do well and I won’t let her play with you. She likes to leave marks.”
Adjuncts. Neither Masters nor Submissives, they might be assigned to play either role by the Masters of the Societyy.
In a minute, the valet returned, and the man got out of the car, as did the woman. Her dress was floor length, and the man offered her his elbow.
“Come along, slut,” said Brock, and turned to head to the door. “They’ll appreciate the back view, too.”
Summer anxious to keep up with him. He didn’t slow down his long strides, just because she was wearing heels.
Brock pressed the doorbell. “For tonight, you have no name. You are just number four. I trust you can remember a single number?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The couple caught up to them before the door was answered. “Who is the pretty thing,” asked the woman.
“Number Four,” Brock said.
“Oh my,” said the woman, and then smiled at the man Summer took to be her husband. “You’ll enjoy getting a piece of her, won’t you?”
“I expect I shall,” said the man.
The door opened. A woman wearing the same outfit as Summer, but white, opened the door.
“Hello Darcee,” said Brock.
“Hello Master Brock,” Darcee said, giving him a long wet kiss while she pressed her body against his. “This is our number Four?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll show her to her station. Does she know what to expect?”
Brock shook his head. “Only that she is to follow orders. Go with Darcee, Four, and wait where she shows you and in the manner she indicates. I’ll be with you shortly.”
Darcee smiled at Summer and reached out her hand. Summer took it. It was nice and cool.
“Do you have a number?” asked Summer.
“No,” said Darcee.
Darcee led her through the house to a large ballroom full of people. Most were milling about, dressed well but not formally. A few women outfits like hers and Darcee’s, but red. They wandered About serving drinks and hors d’oeuvres. To her surprise, she recognized one of the serving girls as her friend, Kristi. There were four round divans placed symmetrically around the room, forming the points of a diamond shape. On three of them women were kneeling. Two of the women were enhusiastically giving blowjobs. The third sat with her legs apart and her mouth waiting. There were signs in front of each of them, although Summer couldn’t see what they said. Meanwhile, Darcee was steering her to the fourth point of the diamond. On each of the walls, situated where the four women could see them, was a television screen playing porn.
“Kneel here, as you see the others. If you listen carefully, you’ll hear a chime every sixty seconds. When you hear the chime, open your legs as far as they’ll go, and keep them that way for five seconds. You can’t stay in that position forever, but five seconds out of sixty should be sustainable.” Darcee picked up the sign. Summer could see that it said “4. Available” on one side, and “4. Unavailable,” on the other.
Summer knelt as directed. The divan was remarkably comfortable, with just enough squish to be easy on the knees without there being so much that she could feel the floor.
Darceeturned the sign so the “Available” side faced Summer and the “Unavailable” side faced outward. “No need to keep your mouth open, Four, until Master Brock comes along to turn the sign.”
“Ah,” Summer said gratefully. She didn’t want her mouth to dry out. Darcee left her. Summer looked around.
That was when she noticed the cameras on the walls. There were twelve of them, three pointed at each divan. One was attached near the ceiling, and at a forty-five degree angle. Another was at eye level, and would catch her in profile. On the other side, there was one on the floor. Taped green lines on the floor marked the sightlines of each camera, and she noticed that the when the party-goers crossed the lines they quicklyed their steps.
On the television screen in front of her, a woman croouched on all fours on a divan like the one she was on. Summer recognized Kristi, and realized she was in exactly the same place, her picture being taken by the same cameras. She was wearing a dIferent get up, though, with jewels and brass adorning her breasts, tighs, and hair like a ’70s fantasy cover, except that like her own outfit, her nipples and pussy were framed rather than covered. A man came behind her, his face not in view, and carefully lined his cock up with Kristi’s ass.
“Wrong hole,” thought Summer, winning. But it slid into Kristi easily, and to her surprise, her friend seemed to like being fucked that way. In fact, she looked like she was getting seriously turned on. Could she cum that way?
Summer had been told that she might be filmed on her dates, and that the video would never be seen outside the Society. She imagined Masters watching them privately, not them being shown at Society parties. The bell chimed. She spread her legs, wondering if the ceiling camera had a good view of her shaken pussy. If it did, could it tell she was wet? She wasn’t just horny, she was nervous. Some of that moisture was sweat, but some of it wasn’t.
It seemedlike an eternity before Brock entered the room. She remembered how Darcee had greeted him. Was he with some other slut? She had just met him. She had no reason to be jealous. Besides, as long as he wasn’t there she didn’t have to do anything except be decorative. She wouldn’t be “available” to whatever people were allowed to do to her, which seemed to include her giving them blowjobs.
Brock between her and the screen, just as Kristi and the man fucking her looked ready to climax. He bent down and turned the sign around. “You will suck any cock offered you, but other than that, you don’t owe anyone but me your service. Understood?”
She nodded. She didn’t mind sucking cock. In fact, she liked it. But mostly, she was relieved she wasn’t going to be fucked in the ass, especially considering the butt plug seemed like it was supposed to prepare her for that. Yeah. She could definitely suck a few cocks, and enjoy doing it.
“Undestood, Sir. I am, after all, a slut, as you pointed out.”
“Exactly.” Brock unzipped. His cock wasn’t fully hard, and it was already a good six inches. She opened her mouth, but he didn’t help her, so she lifted it with her hand and took it between her lips.
“Good girl. Swallow, or on your face. Everyone knows those are the two options, but most won’t let you make the choice.”
She nodded by bobbing on Brock’s cock. Swallowing was tidy. Before her last date, she had thought she didn’t like the taste, but Ryder’s cock had tasted good. And on her face? Well, she could deal with that, although it definitely gave her butterflies to imagine the cameras catching that on video.
As she focused on the man in front of her, thoughts of the cameras faded into the background, along with the party. There was something about having a cock in her mouth — no, having a Master’s cock in her mouth — that made her feel like nothing else mattered. It turned her on, perhaps because it wasn’t at all about her pleasure, but his. Inthat moment her focus narrowed to giving pleasure and to making him cum, Her lips, tongue, and hands all served the one goal.
He swelled in her mouth; he was close. If he wanted to cum on her face, that was his privilege. But he made no effort to withdraw, so she didn’t stop until his hot cum was jetting down her throat. She struggled to swallow all that he gave her. When at last he seemed spent, she wrapped her hand around his shake and then stroked forward, squeezing out one more precise drop which she captured with her tongue. She’d never liked the taste before she heard of the Society. Now she saved it.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, even though she’d always expected men to say thank you to her for performing that service.
He patted her head. “You’ll do well. Don’t worry About breaks, you’ll get them when we decided you need them. Making cocks cum — that’s all you need to think about.” With that, he walked away.
On the screen, Kristi was still getting fuckedin the ass. Or getting fucked again, because there was a new man there now, with darker skin. She looked like she was having a good time. Summer was jealous, in a way. She wished she could enjoy that, too, although even the plug in her ass felt uncomfortable and annoying. Still, the idea of having every hole available for the Masters of the Society to use was exclusive. She wanted to hold nothing back, which wasn’t quite the same as wanting a cock in her rear end.
Summer looked around for Kristi. She was putting a strawberry in an elegantly dressed woman’s mouth, while a man groped her breasts. Was Kristi allowed to talk to her? Or was she too busy serving guests?
“Ahem,” said a voice in front of her. She heard the sound of a zipper.
She peeked up to see a handsome face, but she knew that wasn’t where her focus was supposed to be. Or where she wanted it to be. He carried himself as all the Masters of the Society she met had; she didn’t know what that undefined somehing was, but she knew it by the way it made her pussy tingle and her heart melt. As his cock came into view, she felt privileged that she got to provide it pleasure, and she forget all about talking to Kristi. There were rules here, she knew, but her job wasn’t to figure them out, just to follow them. All she had to do was wait to be told what to do, and in the meantime, suck every cock that was offered her.
She performed her task eagerly. She wasn’t a mindless automaton. Each cock she pleasured she learned something from. She found out more about what made men make little noises of pleasure, and what didn’t. It varied a bit, of course, but most men seemed to love it when she added a bit of side to side action, moving her head in small circles as she rubbed her tongue against the underside of their cock. She looked up with wide eyes up at the man she was serving, and he smiled at her. It wasn’t easy to look up while going down, but she craved that moment of connection. She hungered for approval. She knew she was making him feel good by the way his cock twitched in his mouth. That was what she wanted. Do a good job, and approval would follow, in the form of hot, wet, sticky cum.
He was almost ready, she knew, and she sucked him hungrily. But he pulled back. She waited, expecting him to jerk himself off over her face. She imagined how he would want her. Eager, of course. She looked up at him as if beseeching him to cum on her.
“You’re new, Four,” he said. “Mouth open, tongue out. And use your hand.”
Of course. His pleasure was still her responsibility, not his. She opened her mouth. If she held his cock close enough, she could probably catch it all, and there wouldn’t be too much mess. And not a drop would be wasted, untasted. That wasn’t What he wanted, though, it seemed, as he leaned back every so slightly.
He wanted messy, she realized. He wanted to coat her face, to mark her. If he wanted that, she wanted it too, even though she didn’t know his name. It didn’t matter. She was here to serve. She stroked his cock, imagining what it would feel like. Could he see in her face that she craved it? Was she an open book to her? She wanted him to be able to read her mind, but she was happy with him being inscrutable, unknownable. My god, I’m so wet. And I’ll never get satisfied this way. I’ll just stay a needy slut, craving cum —
Her thoughts were interrupted as she got her wish. He spurted all over her. Some landed on her tongue, its sweet taste heavenly, but more landed on her cheeks, some just below her right eye. She felt it rolling down her face, like tears but thicker, slower. A few drops landed in her cleavage. As with Brock, she squeezed out the last drop. She wondered if she should lick it off, or smear it on her. She wanted to lick it, but not as badly as she wanted to do what she was supposed to.
“Clean it off, four,” the man said. She took his cock in her mouth again, savoring the taste of it and the way it filled her, and licking every surface she could until he, apparently satisfied, pulled away from her.
“Thank you for your cum, Sir,” she said.
“Looks good on you.” He zipped up and walked away, leaving her there.
She sat there. The screen was a blur to her. She never thought she’d be watching a video of her friend getting fucked in the ass by multiple men, but the fact that she couldn’t even focus on it was even weirder. Maybe not as weird as the fact that she was in the middle of a room with cum on her face from someone whose name she didn’t even meet, while others chatted and took drinks from practically naked slaves. The bell chimed, and she opened her legs. The cameras were rolling. The lenses could surely see how wet her pussy was now, in counterpoint to the glistening fluids on her face. The Society would probably show the video at the next party.
“Break time.” Darcee’s voice interrupted her reverie. Her knees could use a rest from kneeing, she realized, but standing made her feel wobbly. She needed to pee. Presumably that was their next stop.
But Darcee led her around the room, instead. “Don’t talk,” Darcee said. “No one wants a number to talk. We’re just going to make sure everyone sees you.”
Sees me, thought Summer. My nipples and wet, needy pussy bare. Cum all over my face. They won’t see me. They’ll see a Number Four. They’ll see a slut.
On the other hand, maybe they’ll see me more clearly than anyone else ever does.
She was aware of Ryder, her previous date, looking at her. He knew what she was. Dr. Brown, the first Master to tell her about herself. It was easy to hold her head up with pride, with them watching. But then she met Kristi’s gaze, and suddenly, she was ashamed.
Kristi smiled at her. “Nice makeup,” she said, and then added, “Slut number four.”
I’m Summer, your friend. You know I’m just playing, right? And then she did a double take. She’d been watching Kristi offering up her asshole to anyone who’d take it. “Thank you,” she said. “Takes one to know one.”
Kristi grinned wider. “That’s right,” she said. She looked at Darcee. “May I?”
“You know it’s not up to me,” Darcee said. “We all serve.”
Brock was there, suddenly. Had he was walking behind her the whole time, supervising? “You may, Slave Kristi. In fact, you must.”
Kristi moved forward as if she was going to kiss her friend. Summer didn’t want that. She’d kiss a woman to make a Master happy, sure. But her friend? But Kristi didn’t kiss her. Instead, Kristi licked the cum off her face. It was an odd sensing, being licked, but she hadn’t been given any orders so she simply stood there. It probably looked hot, like something in a porn movie, but live. It probably pleased the Masters. Maybe it made them hard. Maybe one of those hard cocks would end up cumming down her throat.
“Kristi doesn’t care whose cum it is,” Brock said. “She just wants some, after serving strawberries all evening and no one using her holes.”
“We’re all sluts here,” said Kristi. “Because we’ve found the right men to be sluts for.”
“That’s right. Spread your legs, Four,” said Brock.
Summer did as she was told.
“Down, Kristi,” Brock said next. “Tongue only. Make her cum.”
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