Suddenly a flash of light, I was immediately blinded. Monsieur Henri, on the Master's orders, had just torn off my blindfold. I squinted my eyes giving my pupils time to adjust to the bright light. Men and women, seated in an arc all around me, observed me. A malevolent glow lit their faces. Opposite, my Master, head of the ceremony, sat on a higher seat, resembling a throne. Sol and Fa were lying quietly at his feet. Master Cyril seemed satisfied. The tone of his voice had become more accommodating: “Nice show you gave us. Look behind you." he asked me amusedly. I turned my head with difficulty. Blonde hair appeared, which I recognized immediately. My one-night lover was kneeling behind me, his hands tied behind his back. He had a blindfold over his eyes. His tongue moved back and forth on my ass, his saliva filling the crack of my buttocks. He pursued his office diligently. On his back I saw in horror the dark marks of the whip blows. I was relieved but shame took hold of me. I dare not say what I had imagined. The young man continued to lick my ass diligently. All desire and all pleasure had left me. “It is enough” thundered the Master. Monsieur Henri grabs hold of him. He pulled his head out of my ass. Master Cyril ordered a taxi to be called so that he could go home, and so that he would not be seen again. Monsieur Henri pushed the hunk out of the room. They both disappeared from sight. My Master approached me. He stroked my rump, slipped a finger into my ass, then two. The young man's saliva lubricated my anus, Master Cyril's fingers slipped into me effortlessly in a slow back and forth. At times he made a circular movement to dilate my pussy a little more each time. “I’m not done with you,” he whispered in my ear. I was changed places and found myself flat on my back on a table, my buttocks at the edge, tied up again. I saw movements around me, the assembly was coming to life. A lady climbed onto the table, lifted her dress and crouched over me. I felt the warm liquid of his urine on my skin. I opened my mouth as she ordered me and drank her golden stream from the source. She lowered herself a little further until she was sitting on me. Her pussy on my mouth, my face buried between her buttocks, I was breathing with difficulty. His pelvis moved in a regular motion, back and forth. I licked her swollen pussy diligently, cleaning off her delicious tasting wetness. Each friction on my face drew a cry of pleasure from him. She sat up completely, I was no longer breathing, she cried out louder, and came like a fountain woman, her liquid penetrating my nose, flowing down my neck. When she finally released me, half suffocated, another Lady took her place. She pissed on me with relish, calling me a slut, less than nothing, a whore. Taking the chastity cage in both hands, she pulled forcefully on it, making me cry out in pain. They all climbed onto the table one by one, slapping me as they went, pouring their urine in large streams onto my face and chest. Cumming while riding my face, rubbing their clit against my swollen lips, my tongue, my nose. My urine-soaked hair stuck to my forehead. When they had finished I had to thank them politely with much gratitude. I was getting used to being nothing more than a toilet for ladies, when suddenly powerful hands raised my thighs, a man stood between my legs putting his enormous cock on my anus. The man was hideous, red, his pustular face inspired disgust. I didn't have time to ...

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