Don't Go Into The Woods Part 3 The Arrival

When he was finished he had me pull my panties up and thankfully I remembered to say, “Thank You Sir.”

Seven men would control my life and I had to please each of them separately and as a group. My head ached as I stood in the kitchen in front of the sink only wearing panties, bra, garter belt, stockings, a dainty apron hooped over my neck and tied in a bow around my waist. My toes a bit arched in my Mary Janes. This was my waiting position. The men could easily see me. They could see my ass filled with their cum. The view from the living room to the kitchen was open. A small dining table was a bit off to the side between the two rooms. I could hear the men talking but not what about.

Chapter Four – The First of Many Days.

I had to wait till one of the men woke up and took me to pee and poop.

The tallest man, he was about 6’4″ came into the kitchen and put a package down to the side of me saying, “You are a whore slut, aren’t you?”

Standing over the sink I answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Then softly say ‘I’m a whore slut’ until someone tells you to stop.

I had forgotten to say “Thank You Mister,” (that’s what he wanted to be called) so he spanked me several times on my already reddened ass.

“I’m a whore slut,” I said almost in a whisper.

“I’m a whore slut.”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

And finally the day came to an end but before I could go to sleep two of the men went out to the car and brought a large trunk in. It was pink with the gold corner bracings. They also brought in a large dog sleeping bed and a cage. They put the bed inside the cage in the kitchen.