2nd of August 2042

The last few weeks I was imprisoned in my master's luxurious apartment. He was visiting me everyday for a couple of hours but he never stayed for the night. He seemed very wealthy man, so my guess was that he actually lives somewhere else. I have not been used to beeing locked inside for too long but it wasn't all that bad. After all I was most of the time by myself enjoying the perks in the apartment. For example the view from the window of the living room was astonishing. When I was little I had only dreamed of being on one of the highest buidlings watching over the life in the city and I can say that despite it was still the fifth week of my existence in this apartment I don't think that the thrill of looking outside of those windows would wear off soon. My master also made sure that I get more than enough food. I didn't have my phone but I could enjoy other ways of technological entertainment available in the apartment. In a few words I had all that I need at least at the moment.

Well actually, there was something I didn't have available. He told me that I don't need the clothes and threw them away. Initially he left my old high heels but just after seven days in my slavery they were thrown away also. One evening after he had once again fucked and cummed in my mouth he saw me looking through the windows towards the lights of the technologically advancing city. I was hiding myelf behind the corner, concerned that someone in the building across the street could observe me in my nakedness (the lights were on and I had his cumm on my chin, so it seemed easy for someone to see me). He laughed and told me that the windows were reflective so nobody could see me through the thick glass. I didn't believe him and later I found out that he was joking with my naivety to see if I will go in front of the window exposing myself for everybody...

28th of September 2042

Three months had already passed. I was a bit bored. My daily routine was all the same... Every day... My master was visting the apartment almost every day but nothing new was happening. He only fucked my mouth. He had not honored me with his urine since end of July. He was only fucking my mouth. Actually, now he had cummed more then 120 times in my oral cavity and he never touched anything else of my body. Not even my pussy. Was there something wrong with me?

19th of October 2042

It was getting more and more difficult to stay closed in the apartment. Initially I didn't miss the communication with other people, but with time passing by that changed. My master had visited me only two times last week. On the second visit I begged him to let me have at least some variety in my life in his apartment. He looked at me very strictly for about a minute and after that he said that he will think of something. I only hoped he was telling the truth.

22nd of October 2042

On that day for my surpruse my master visited me early. He carried a tape measure. He made me stand uo straight in the middle of the living room and started measuring my body. He reamained silent and he didn't explain anything. For sure I was about to find out anyway what he was thinking of.

23rd of October 2042

He came in the afternoon. He made me once again stood in the middle of the room. He walked in circle around me for a minute or two without saying anything. Then he spoke. He told me that he was throwing a party with a few guys in two days. I was supposed to serve them the whole evening (and night as I found out later). He also told me that it wouldnt be polite to walk around naked when all of his friend were around so I was to receive some clothes and I could keep them if I behave well. That sounded not that bad. Yes I was about to serve a lot of men (at that point I still have not realised that my master was not having in mind only the drinks) but at leas I was dying to talk with someone else for at least a minute.

His touch suddenly took me out of my line of thoughts back to reality. His hand was on my cunt! For the first time! Was that a good sign. I felt overwhelmed of what was about to happen, but actually nothing followed that I hoped of. At least almost nothing. He only told me that he liked how my cunt was feeling with the hairs only starting to grow (I had shaved it maybe three days ago). After giving it a short thought he ordered me not to shave it untill after the party. It was natural that I was to obey.

25th of October afternoon

My master came a few hours before the party. He brought a bag, but only when he opened it I completely understood what was the meaning of the word "clothes". My so-called clothes consisted of only a few strips. For sure they looked like belts and not like an actual piece of clothing. When I received permission and took them into my own hands I found out that indeed these things were black leather belts.

When he saw that I have difficulties to understand how am I suppose to wear them, he decided to do it for me. His skillful hands put the first belt horizzontaly against my breast. He closed the belt behind my back i tightened it a bit too much (i am sure it was on purpose) that the narrow leather strap crushed my tits, deforming them considerably. The piece of leather was so narrow that apart from smashing my tits it was only hiding my nipples. It also had one metal ring attached on the front between my breasts and one ring attached in the middle of my back. Much of a clothing I guess...

Then it was time for the second belt to take its position on my body. It was from the same narrow material. He slipped it between my legs before pulling it upward with force. The belt went deep between my pussy lips and pressed against my asshole. The two ends of that belt were attached to the special rings which were hanging from the first belt which was uncomfortably compressing my tits. It was tight. My pussy was completely exposed. Only my clit and vaginal opening were hidden by the belt.

Just when I thought that I have been dressed (don't laugh), my master took out a special latex mask. In a matter of seconds the mask was put on my head. It was a whole head mask. Thats why to put it on met he did a ponytail with hair and slipped it into the opening dedicated for that. The worst thing though was that the mask had integrated open-mouth gag, so once it was on me I had to stay with open mouth all evening. I guess I should not have expected much of a conversations either way. At least I had a consolation prize - nobody could recognize my face. How was the party going to go?

25th of October evening

My master went out soon after he dressed me and returned with two of his friends (or colleagues?). They were bringing a lot of alcohol. My mind quickly calculated that at least ten or even twelve people are needed to drink a quantity that large (in fact later I was able to count 20 people so I was terribly wrong). Soon after that the first guests started to arrive. At that point I felt something really odd - no one was actually paying attention to me. Even my master was not noticing me since he came back. Everything as if I did not exist.

One after another the guests kept coming. It didn't take long and the appartment felt full. There was some music and all the men were chatting or even playing darts or some other games in the playroom. My only job at that point was to serve whatever they wanted. I felt strange. I was in a room with twenty men dressed only with two leather belts and a mask covering completely my head. It was surreal. Practicaly I was completely naked with only my nipples hidden behind the belt which was smashing my tits and although the belt was running across my pussy it was hiding only my clit. The belt was so narrow that it had sunk almost completely in the middle of my slightly hairy labia. And whats more, I was serving them.

The evening went on like that for a while, until tha large quantity of beer and other alcohol substances took its toll. The party was reaching its encore. The men all were overexcited. At one point when there were two or three guys waiting to use the bathroom, a fourth one approched my master and asked him if it was OK to use the slave, because of the queue for the bathroom. When I heard the answer of my masterI I felt strong and sharp pain in my stomach as if the sharp edges of my already broken dignity were tearing me inside.

Next thing I know, was that I was on my knees with my gagged-open mouth accepting the pee of a complete stranger. Everything in front of everyone. Ofcourse there were others that wanted to relieve themselves. Everybody forgot for the luxurious and shiny bathroom. It had taken only a few minutes for everobody to decide it was more interesting to pee on me. I felt as if tons of litres of the bitter and salty liquid was entering my mouth. I couldn't drink it and I couldn't close it. The golden fluid was now spilling everywhere from my mouth. At one point I was bathing the urine of three cocks. Somehow I felt that everybode found that really amusing.

Their enjoyment rapidly increased and grew into a new game they found interesting. I shivered when the first cock for the evening entered my mouth. He cummed fast. I almost choke when he pressed my head on his giant member making sure the cumm goes to my throat. After him came the next guy and after him the next. I was their cumm bucket. I was there urinal. Their bodily liquids quickly covered almost every centimeter of my body. Everytime someone's crotch disappeared from in front my face it was replaced with another hard cock. Everything went on and on. I lost count.

Initially the taste in my mouth from the urine was disgusting. Later when my mouth was transformed in cock depository. Some of the dicks tasted better then the urine but other tasted really bad as if they weren't washed for a while or maybe even becаuse their owner had fucked his wife's ass before arriving at my master's party. How could I know? Only thing I knew for sure that after a while my tongue became completely senseless.

Suddenly the morning came. I was not sure how time exactly has passed, how many guys had fucked or peed in my mouth, but the sun was there just behind the horizen announcing the new day. Everyone disappeared as quicklq as they had arrived. I was once again left alone. I wanted to go and wash away the disgusting layer of dried out sperm and urine from my skin but my broken and humiliated self insisted that I deserved to stay like that in the middle of the living room lying on the gruesome carpet. How was I supposed to get over that and manage to clean everything till the evening as my master ordered? I was really tired. Maybe I can manage to do that later? While my mind was processing all of this, without realizing it, I felt asleep.