My Prom Afterparty

"Make me proud," he whispered as he stepped back.

I looked down at the guys, acutely aware of my exposure as I stood on the table.

"Okay, slaves, slave pose one."

I'm not even sure who said it, but ice raced through my veins. Slave pose one. The first and simplest pose, but all I wanted to do was drop to the floor and cover myself. From the corner of my eye I saw Ash strike the pose, then to my left Bree. I took a breath a got into position, fingers laced behind my head, chin level, feet shoulder width apart. Completely exposed.

"Moaner, back!" snapped Jason, using Mallory's slave name.

Although directed at Mallory, I also arched my back further to stick my chest out more and noticed Jenny adjusting her pose also. One of the guys let out a low whistle, the smiles on their faces evident even though I wasn't looking at them. They nodded as they looked at us, slowly walking around, taking time to study each of our bodies while we stood there like living statues. Like good slaves. Part of my mind was screaming to cover up, but instead I held my pose as some of the guys walked behind us. My legs were trembling and I tried to focus on holding my position. I knew from their position they could see right up between my legs but I couldn't do anything about that without breaking my pose.

The guys took their time admiring us, chuckling amongst themselves.

"Slaves, slave pose three."

I transitioned from standing to bent over in half, fingers on the table between my feet. The change in perspective was dizzying, as now my face was below them as they checked us out. Watching guys look at my crotch was deeply unnerving, but Matt again whispered encouragement to me from behind my head. Frankly, I was amazed I was holding myself together. I wondered if we were going to go through all the poses, but then the next instruction came out

"Slave pose two."

I sank, having to catch myself after the quick change in orientation. Suddenly my body rebelled, and I couldn't seem to get into position. I fell to my knees, my hands palm up on my thighs as they were supposed to be, but my thighs remained stubbornly clenched together. The guys started to cluster in front of me. I glanced helplessly up to see Matt looking displeased.

"Slave, slave pose two!"

I shook my head but the look on his face hardened.

"Now!"

David made a comment on how I was a poor representation of Matt. Somehow my resolve hardened, as I did not want to reflect badly on Matt. I gave in, my knees slowly parting. Finally, I got into position, knees spread wide, hands on my thighs, chest out, wide open for them. The guys wasted no time in looking us over, eyes locked on our most private parts.

"Well," quipped David, "At least she's slave wet for you."

I almost slammed my legs shut at that comment, realizing it was true. I was wet. Despite everything, I was completely aroused.

"Dripping, in fact," Adam agreed.

The guys walked behind us and then came back with leashes. Matt clipped a leash to my collar with a severe look on his face and I whispered my apology to him. He grabbed the leash very close to my collar and leaned in, face inches from mine. I was so focused on his eyes that I didn't see his hand move until it stroked my pussy gently. My squeak wasn't the only one.

"At least you're slave wet," he growled and then tugged me off the table.

We were led over to another wardrobe where leather cuffs were produced, and we were all cuffed with our hands behind our backs. Next the guys covered us in red Slave Robes. At this point I expected to be taken up to a room and thoroughly used. Instead we were led out the back of the hotel to a waiting limousine and ushered in.

No sooner were we in than Matt divested me of my robe and pulled me into his lap. One hand was on my breast, the other hand pulled me forward and he kissed me. I dove into our kissing, pouring out my passions through my mouth and tongue, and he reciprocated. My hips were humping the air as I knelt astride his lap, delirious with arousal. Without even breaking the kiss he repositioned me so my back was against his chest, my legs falling outside of his. I was completely on display as he continued to kiss me while caressing my naked body. My hands, still cuffed behind my back, managed to find his thickening cock and tried to stroke it. He broke our kiss and looked out over my shoulder. I followed, witnessing the other girls in the same position as me, lewdly exposed to the eyes of the other guys. I moaned as he fondled my nipples, unable to tear my eyes away from the debauchery going on in the limo.

"Now go welcome Sam," he growled into my ear, pushing me off of his lap.

I looked at him in confusion, suddenly on my feet along with the other five girls. He gave a push on my hip, eyes already up at Jenny, and I staggered into Sam. Sam caught my hip and guided me down to straddle his legs. He wasted no time in pulling me forward for a kiss and his other hand groped my bare ass. I resisted for a few moments but then gave in, my lips parting to allow our tongues to do battle. I was a slave. I had to please him. His hands roamed my body freely, caressing me wherever he wanted. At some unseen signal the guys traded us again, and then again and again until I was back with Matt. By this time, I was a panting mess. Was this slave haze?

Matt pushed me to my knees between his legs and opened his trousers.

"I heard you came in second in oral skills. Let's see."

He pulled his already hardening cock out and pulled me in with his other hand. I started to suck him, eyes dutifully in his as I worked. A thought flashed through my head—was I going to be passed around again?—and a frisson of excitement coursed through me at the thought, mortifying as it was. The limo filled with the sounds of slurping, the odor of female arousal, and words of encouragement from the guys. I put all my newly learned skills to work as I tried to impress him, even deepthroating him, which earned an impressed nod. I didn't get passed around, instead he let me earn my reward, and he finally came, filling my mouth with his seed. I stuck out my tongue to show him and then swallowed. Matt pulled me up to his lap for a kiss and a cuddle. I hoped he would recover soon and give me the pounding I needed.

I was so turned on that I was no longer thinking clearly, but slowly realized that the other girls were also up in their dates' laps. All were naked like me, save for their collar and cuffs. My eyes drifted to see my collar in a reflection. I was his slave for the weekend. I was no longer Christie the honor roll girl heading for college, I was Cummy Cat, and I was his to do with as he pleased. Had he wanted to pass me off to one of the other guys, I wouldn't have any way to complain. Another shiver ran down my spine. I was a slave. I suddenly felt free, free from expectations and dreams. All I had to do was what my master told me. Had I always wanted this?

I noticed Jason pulling something out and soon found Matt dressing me in a very revealing red silk slave outfit, over the shoulders to just below my bottom, with a vee dropping to my navel. I was naked underneath and displaying almost my entire body, my wrists still cuffed behind my back. The limo stopped, and we were led out by our leashes into a garage of sorts. When everyone was out, we were led through a door into a hall and then another ballroom. With other people. I instinctively recoiled as my brain processed the scene in front of me. There were people here. Lots of people. Matt snapped my leash.

"Behave, slave," he hissed, even as he continued to walk in.

I tried to regain my posture and soon we were standing in front of another couple, around our age. Matt greeted the other man and gently cupped my bare bottom. The man was also dressed in a tux, the girl wore a collar and was dressed in slave silk like me, only hers was blue. She was gorgeous and batted her eyes at Matt. I took the cue and did my best to stand proud and smiled at the other guy as Matt talked to him. I looked at the girl. Her nipples were just visible through the silk, as I suspected mine were. I tried to push my chest out a little more. Soon Matt led us to another couple, then another. I couldn't help but compare myself to the other slaves. Sometimes I felt as pretty, other times out-classed. The men did not try to hide their appreciation of our nearly naked bodies. I hoped I measured up. I felt the haze descend on my mind again. I was a slave, being shown off to other masters. I wanted to look the best for my master, to reflect well on him.

Another master. Then another. A bell rang. Matt moved me in front of the other master who casually parted my silk to expose my breasts. He nodded in appreciation and I couldn't help but blush, but stood firm, an embarrassed smile on my face even after he pulled it back into place. I was a slave, and my master could let me be fondled. I vaguely noted Matt doing the same thing to the other slave. Matt shook hands with the other guy and then handed him my leash, taking the leash of the other girl. Matt turned to me.

"Meet your new master," he said, then walked away with the other slave.

I was bewildered, my eyes wide as I watched Matt walk away. My new master snapped my leash without a word and just led me over to another couple. The other slave looked much more serene than I felt. My mind was racing. Had I just been traded? I was a slave for this weekend, but had expected to be Matt's slave. The collar would not come off until Sunday afternoon, I was a slave until then. I had just been traded to another man! I had no idea who he was, only that he was holding my leash and cupping my bare bottom with his other hand. I tried to stand still as this man...no, master...acquainted himself with my rear. Is this how it felt being a slave? Being given to another man? I would have to serve him perfectly. I had no choice, I was a slave. An involuntary shiver settled in into my belly, and lower. So many men had seen my body, and all I could do was smile at them. I was a slave. I glanced at my new master, looking regal in his tux. This time he did not lead me to another couple, just stepped away and pulled me into his arms.

"Kiss me," he ordered.

I raised up on my tippy toes and kissed him, letting my passion flow out through my tongue. His strength, his power, my weakness, all combined into a potent mix, intoxicating me. The feel of his jacket against my nearly bare skin. The collar on my neck. Long suppressed yearning surfaced. I was his slave.

All across the ballroom, masters and their slaves were filtering out. By the time I noticed, the place was half empty already. He led by my leash to an elevator, and presently we were in his room. He let my leash fall and turned me around.

"Let's get a better look at you," he smiled, uncuffing me and then he took a seat on the bed. "Strip."

I recalled the lessons from the slave spa and began to dance to a tune in my head, easing my garment off as seductively as possible. His eyes glowed in appreciation. My back to him, the tunic fell to the floor, and moments later I followed. I then crawled over to him, looking up from between his thighs, eager to please. The lessons I had learned at the spa on how to look lustfully at your master were pointless: in my slave haze the lustful looks I was giving him were completely genuine . He gave a subtle nod and I fumbled with his pants.

I could feel his hard throbbing cock beneath the fabric. I opened his zipper and drew down his boxer shorts, marveling at his cock, his growing erection. I kissed the tip of his dick, then licked it like a lollipop, staring up into his eyes as I wrapped my small hand around his dick. His cock was thick and my fingers didn't quite meet when they encircled him.

My eager mouth strayed further. I licked the length of his rigid shaft, from his head to his balls. Finally, I drew him into my mouth, pressing my tongue against the sensitive underside of the head and then twirling around it. I pulled the air out of my mouth, applying all the suction I could. He smiled a sigh of satisfaction, and I leaned ahead, taking his full cock deep into my throat. I settled into a rhythm, looking into his eyes as I sucked his cockhead, then taking him all the way into my throat. His hands reached out to control my head as I worked, doing my best to please him, trying to read his signals. Finally, one signal was unmistakable as his hands tightened on my head. Moments later I got my reward as he grunted and my mouth filled with his bitter, delicious seed. I opened my mouth to show him and then swallowed, scooping a drop that had escaped back to my mouth.

"Fuck, you're good," he grinned appreciatively. He tucked himself back into his pants. "Dance for me."

I smiled as I complied, his eyes on me as I tried to communicate my need to him through my dance. He stood and walked around me, appreciating me from all angles. I was high on lust, my entire body tingling. I was a slave, desperately trying to please her master. My heart jumped as he began undressing, eyes still on me. I turned, mentally urging him on, watching his face in the mirror. He was staring at my bottom and I did the best I could to wriggle it suggestively. It seemed to work. Down to just his trousers, he seized me and threw me on the bed, pouncing on me an instant later. He kissed me and I kissed him, totally surrendering to my master.

A small voice in the back of my head wondered if I should be a bit more cautious, but it was loudly overruled by my desire. Besides, I had been working hard all year, it was time to enjoy myself. Right now, that meant embracing my role as a seductive, brainless slave girl.

"What are you, Cummy Cat?" he growled into my ear.

"Your slave, sir," I moaned in response.

The answer seemed correct. He had shucked his pants and pushed into me as I made my declaration, legs spread wide. A few strokes later he had slammed his way completely home, filling me deliciously. Then he really started to fuck me. Fast, hard thrusts. I seemed to let myself fall away, like my brain was leaking out of my pussy. Sex had never been this good. Perhaps I had been repressing myself? I came just from being fucked, shivering as I held on to him, his pace not slowing. He flipped me over and mounted me from behind, smacking my ass and grabbing my hair. He pulled my head back; I was just a helpless toy as he pounded me.

"What are you, Cummy Cat?" he growled into my ear.

"I'm a slave, sir," I moaned in response.

"Again!'

"I'm a slave! I'm a...slave!" I cried, climaxing again as I declared it.

My collar beeped three times.

My orgasm raged on and on, reaching a new crescendo as he came inside of me, his hot cum coating my inner walls. We collapsed to the bed, breathless, exhausted, as I continued to shake. Darkness swept over me and I fell asleep in his arms. It was still dark when he woke me, hard and ready to use me again. Despite my soreness, I was immediately awake and aroused, and he mounted me with no difficulty. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he fucked me, and to my amazement I was racing to another orgasm.

"You are going to make an amazing slave for some master," he whispered in my ear.

I heard him, protesting in the back of my mind, but started to come again. All my concerns were washed away in my release, amplified by his. We fell asleep again. This time I was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Answer it, Cummy Cat," he said as he nudged me. "Room service."

Naked, and still half asleep, I stumbled out of bed. I frantically lookedaround for something to cover myself with, but found nothing.

"Answer the door, slave," he ordered.

Deciding I had no choice, I answered the door, peeking out carefully to see the waiter.

"Room service," he said, and pushed in the cart.

I was now naked and trapped between the door and the room service guy! He stopped and turned to leave, but paused to study me. I covered myself as best I could, letting go of the door, which promptly swung shut. I frantically reached out to catch it, exposing myself again. Basically, I had one hand to hold the door and one hand to cover myself, which just wasn't enough. He patiently waited until I settled, arm across my boobs.

"Will there be anything else?"

"No...sir," I stuttered.

He looked me over once more and then walked out. I closed the door and let out a humiliated groan. I scampered back to bed, only to be stopped by my master. In the harsh light of day, now fully awake, the situation was surreal. Here I was, naked, in the hotel room of a man whose name I didn't know, role-playing master and slave. I couldn't help but cover myself again.

"Slave," he sighed, "Position two."

Our eyes locked for a moment and then I dropped to the floor, knees apart, hands palm up on my thighs, back straight.

I was shocked at how easily the movement came. Here I was, exposing all my charms to a man I didn't know. But, that man was my master. It felt right to obey, and I quietly reassured myself it was only for another day.

"Yes master," I replied.

"Is my slave supposed to cower in the presence of a guest?"

"I...no sir. I'm sorry, sir. I...I'm still getting used to things."

"We'll discuss your punishment later. Right now I am hungry. Feed me."

And so I did. We ate, frolicked, and played. Then we took a shower. He took me again, bending over, his hard cock pounding me as the showerhead pelted my clit. He talked dirty to me, telling me what a good slave I was, and my release was once again monumental. I came so hard I collapsed, and we finished on the floor. When we were done, we dried off and went back to the room. He put me on the room's rolled arm chair, one leg draped over each arm, my legs spread lewdly.

"Play with yourself, but don't come. I want you nice and wet for me."

"Oh, I'm slave wet for you, sir," I smiled, doing as he bid, watching him get dressed. He then opened his laptop and began working.

"Did you say you were Prime Minus?" he asked.

"Yes sir, have I not been pleasing?"

"Oh, you most definitely have."

"But it wasn't a real grading, it was just at a spa."

"Oh, interesting. So I'll have to schedule that."

"What?"

"To get you properly graded. It's required for sale."

"For sale?"

"Why yes, you're a slave, and I can't keep you, much as I would like to. I'm not that rich yet."

"But...you mean like tonight?"

The absent thought of me, naked on a stage in the ballroom in front of the other men as they bid on me raced through my mind, thrilling me. The finger circling my clit sped up at the idea as he studied his screen, lost in thought for a minute.

"No, it takes longer to schedule things. Probably next week, so I'll have some time to enjoy you."

"But tomorrow this is over, and I will go home..."

He looked at me, puzzled.

"You're a slave now, Cummy Cat."

My confused look must have shown.

"Last night, you declared yourself a slave and came. The collar detected it and locked."

"What?" I gaped.

I was still rubbing myself, until the realization of what he had said sank in. I reached up and tugged fruitlessly at the collar.

"You're a slave now, Cummy Cat."

"No, I can't be!" I exclaimed. "What would my mom think?"

"You're an adult now, you make your own decisions."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Really? Come here," he said, standing.

I walked over to him, still tugging on the collar. He turned me to face the mirror.

"See these three green LEDs? They illuminated when you declared yourself a slave and then locked when you came."

"But, but, but...I can't be a slave, I have to go to college!"

"Some masters send their slaves to college," he shrugged.

"No please, I can't be a slave, please!" I pleaded and then panicked, yanking furiously at the collar.