Dom who introduces me to his friends not as a person but as an object
The first time I meet them, I'm naked, blindfolded and cuffed. I can't see them, only hear the filthy things they say about me. One of them comments that I'm even cuter than the photos my dom showed them. (Not just any photos, of course. His friends only know pictures of me wearing outrageously skimpy outfits and an embarrassed expression on my face. Pictures of my sweaty body collapsed on the bed, leaking my doms load)
Next, I'm familiarized with their hands. Dozens of greedy, shameless hands crawling across my body. Rubbing my chest, fondling my ass. Fingers probing into my mouth. Several people chuckling at how quickly the attention makes me moan. Before I can notice how hot my face is turning, the hands conspire to pin me down. Their grip tightening as my limbs are splayed out.
My heart is pounding. Fingers enter my body yet again, this time between my legs. Whose? It doesn't matter. I don't know any of them, and I don't get to ask questions tonight. Someone points out how wet my cunt is getting. I can hear the grin in their voice. I can hear the squelching of digits twisting inside me. Another hand begins flicking and stroking my tdick. Does it belong to the same person? There's no way of telling. I yelp and throw my head back in pleasure. Quiet laughter courses through the group.
Suddenly, a familiar voice. I realize my dom must be standing right beside my head. "We're gonna show everyone what a good boy you are tonight" he mutters softly, petting my hair. I whimper in agreement as the first cock lines up with my hole. "That's it, you can take it" my dom reassures me while a stranger sinks themselves into my cunt. The stretch isn't easy, luckily they're taking it slow. I feel them grabbing my hips to steady themselves, before they begin thrusting. Still restrained by the rest of the group, I get to do nothing but take it. The stranger groans and picks up the pace. "That pussy is so fucking tight"
Everybody gets a turn. Maybe some get multiple. I try to keep track of how many people have been inside me, but I can't tell them all apart with certainty. The only constant is my doms soothing voice, his warm hand clasping my own. At one point, when my legs are quivering, when I can feel a puddle of cum pooling below me, I ask him how many more rounds they're going to go. "Now sweetheart, toys don't get to wonder when they're done being played with" he chides me gently. Then, seemingly turning to the friend currently fucking me, he adds: "Reprimand him a little for me, will you?" The strangers flat palm meets my face. A light slap, a warning. But enough to make me clench around their cock.
By the time the group is done with me, I've lost all sense of time. I am panting, my body aches. Finally, the collective grasp on my limbs dissipates. Many a hand begins approvingly caressing the spot it had just been locked around. Compliments rain down on me, and I'm unable to make out each individual one. Someone calls me an adorable fucktoy, another praises my obedience (perhaps talking more to my dom than to me). Multiple people support my body when I lift myself up on my wobbly legs, but by the time the blindfold is removed, only my dom and I are left in the room. "Did you like meeting my friends?" he asks with a smirk while helping me get cleaned up. "I think we had a lot of fun tonight, but maybe you could get to know them even better next time"
