“MOIRA’S LABOR DAY WEEKEND”:
Moira:
Ever since I was in middle school, I had this fantasy of getting tied up in some rusty corner somewhere and being used as a meat toilet by a bunch of random guys. Well, my Master called me a couple days ago and said that it would finally happen. And…. it’s everything i wanted it to be, and more. While I don’t have dicks inside me 24/7, they all cum inside at least once, so I can remember them long after they’re gone. Being taken all at once by huge groups of strangers just makes it so easy to think of cock and only cock! What’s more, Master left a whip with me- none of the guys that fucked me are as strong with the whip as he is, but the pain of their semen mixing with my blood through the wounds is incredible. At some point, a huge butt plug was shoved up my ass. As it was put in, I was disappointed about it shutting off my asshole to the stranger’s dicks, but I came to love the constant feeling of fullness it provided. Some of them have even started pissing on me! It tastes a lot worse than I thought, but it’s my job as a meat toilet to lap up every last drop. And besides, the taste is growing on me.

Her Master:
Jesus H. Christ on a holy bicycle, this was a right pain to set up. First, she tells me about this nigh-impossible fetish- being used as a fucktoy and meat toilet by a bunch of complete strangers-and then she brings on the charm, making it relationship suicide for me to refuse. Anyways, last week I bought some beer and got down to calling some old friends of mine. Co-ordinating the STD testing was incredibly annoying, especially once they heard they couldn’t have sex until this weekend. Regardless, I managed to pull together a group of 12 guys to come and fuck Moira at odd hours during the weekend.  Since she can’t see shit without her glasses, we managed to keep everybody looking and moving differently enough with wardrobe changes and some marbles in their shoes so that Moira never noticed. A friend of mine with a small-run vinyl factory was pressed into making cocksleeves, so that helped with the variety and the stamina of one or two guys who shall remain nameless. I wrangled usage of an acquaintances’ lamp warehouse for the weekend, and set up some security cameras where Moira would be chained up. I trusted the guys I had press-ganged into this, but I still wanted to make sure she was safe from interlopers or random acts of weather. What was it they used to say? Oh yeah. “Trust but verify”. Anyways, come Labor Day weekend, she arrived at my place and after our customary “greetings”, I had a couple of the guys bust in, tie her up, and bundle her into a rental car while they held me at the point of an Airsoft gun. I followed them in my own car and set up shop in an empty container. Doritos, check. Mountain Dew, check. Six seasons and a movie of Community to binge-watch, check. Bank of security monitors, check. Walkie-talkies, check. Fellow dom to call and keep watch when I could stay awake no longer, check. After letting Moira stew for an hour, I called in the first group of guys. God, I love playing the chessmaster.