Something Different (Part 4)

she entered the room and locked the door shut behind her. It was actually a suite with a front room, complete with a couch, a couple of chair, a coffee table, and a television. she wasted no time and headed directly through the front room to the bedroom.

she casually glanced at the bed where she could see something had been laid out for her. she resisted the urge to stop and look, rounded the corner, and entered the bathroom. she began to strip.

After getting out of her dress, she decided she could take the time to peek at what was laying on the bed, so long as she kept getting undressed. As she took off her undergarments, including a very soaked pair of panties (the anticipation had really gotten her wet), she could see there were white ruffled panties, white opaque stockings, a sheer white blouse, a light blue checkered 'jumper' dress, and red shoes ... (sequined) ruby red shoes. Is this a joke?, sta thought. I'm going to look like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.

she finished undressing and got in the shower. she enjoyed the feeling of the hot water falling on her and the soap sliding over her body. she cleaned herself thoroughly - she wanted to Him to find her perfect. Thinking of Frederick reminded her that He was waiting. she hurriedly rinsed herself off and shut off the shower.

she stood in the bathroom drying herself and contemplating what she had been left to wear. They had never discussed anything like this. she had thought He probably had gotten her some sexy lace lingerie, or better yet, something leather or PVC. This was not only unusual (even for them), but somewhat uncomfortable for her. Nonetheless, she would not deny Him his desire - she knew they could always talk about it later. So, she finished drying off and reentered the bedroom to get dressed.

she began putting on the outfit, feeling sillier with each piece. Ruffled panties were nothing new, but the rest seemed a little over the top. To make matters worse, the whole ensemble was a little more snug than she would have liked. Regardless, once she got it all on, she did what she had been told and sent Frederick the message, 'i m ready'. she then layed down on the bed and tried to relax until He arrived. Thankfully, the shower had done its work and she felt comfortable enough to almost forget about what she was wearing. she closed her eyes and waited for Him.

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she didn't know how long she'd been lying there, waiting for Him to arrive. she had started to wonder whether He had gotten her message, but then, she heard the door open. Still relaxed, she simply continued lying there, eyes closed, waiting for Him to touch her or tell her what to do next.

"Open your eyes," His voice commanded. she looked up and realized the door was just now closing and there were three men with Frederick. she immediately felt the blood rush from her face. she was afraid by this unanticipated turn of events. she was also keenly aware that she was barely dressed, and in a little girls costume at that.

"Frederick, what ... ?", she began. He came directly to her and spoke, "It's okay, My darling. Nothing is going to hurt you." "But, Frederick, what are you doing?" "I'm proving that My ownership of you is so complete that I'm not afraid of losing you to another man, and I'm allowing you to experience something you deserve, the pleasure of having four men fulfilling your sexual desires." "But, ..." "Hush now. you will trust Me in this, won't you?"

she wanted to say no. she wanted to tell Him this was too much to ask. she also wanted to give Him what He wanted. And, she found (despite herself) that she was already getting turned on by the idea.

she looked around the room. Although the room was dimly lit, each of the three men appeared quite different. The first was tall and thin with blond hair, and wore dark blue 'Dockers'-style pants and a matching polo shirt. The next was of average build with salt and pepper hair, and wore a gray suit with a white shirt and a matching gray bow tie. The last was a muscular man with long chestnut hair, a mustache and a beard. He wore a dark tan t-shirt and brown pants. she would have thought the whole situation even more odd if she hadn't recalled that she was dressed a bit unusual herself.

"Get up," He demanded, and without thinking, she complied. she stood there as the men looked at her. They didn't so much leer at her, as appreciate her. she stood still and waited for whatever was coming next. "Gentlemen," came His voice again, "please get undressed."

she noted He was clearly in charge here as the men, without hesitation, began disrobing. she reached for her own zipper, but was stopped by His voice. "I didn't say for you to do anything, little girl. Guess you're not ready for them yet, after all."

He came to her and, without a word, pulled her from the bedroom into the front room. He sat on the couch and pulled her down next to Him. He grabbed the back of her head and used it to move her body across his, forcing her to lay face down across his lap. He pulled up the skirt that already barely covered her ass, pulled her ruffled pink panties down to the middle of her luscious thighs, and swatted her five times hard on the butt. she could feel his cock hard against her belly. He pulled her panties back into place, but left the skirt up with her ass semi-exposed, and asked, "Are you going to have any more trouble following My instructions tonight?" she replied instinctively, "No, Sir." "Good girl."

He led her back into the bedroom where the men had finished undressing. she noted additional differences between the men. The tall, thin man had a moderate amount of body hair and a long, thin cock. It matches it's owner, doesn't it?, she couldn't help but think. The average man had no body hair and an average cock, if there is such a thing. Mmmm. I like a man that shaves, sta reminded herself. Finally, the muscular man had thick body hair that matched the rest of him and a very thick, very long cock. sta didn't know what to think about this last man. He wasn't what she would describe as her type, but with him standing right in front of her, she found herself more turned on than she would have anticipated.

"sta, lay back down on the bed," came His voice from somewhere in the room, and she did. "Let them use you as if it were Me," came His voice again, and she promised to herself to try. Just then, they began to approach her.

They started with as much hesitation as she felt. They began by gently touching her. she felt six hands on her body, everywhere. Hands on her legs. Hands stroking her hair. Hands squeezing her breasts through her costume. Hands eventually reaching between her legs and finding her wetness. Yes, she had gotten completely caught up in being the center of so much attention, and found herself wanting them to do more, to use her like the slut she now had to admit she was. she was becoming frustrated by their hesitation. If they were there to fuck her, then they should do it. Damn it, Frederick. Can't you make them do something? Can't you make them treat me the way i want to be treated?

As if He knew her thoughts, He asked, "Is she ready?"

The average man had his fingers in her pussy at the moment, so replied with a smile, "More than ready."

she didn't know how long they were there. It must have been hours. Once Frederick gave the word, they stripped her out of her costume and began using her. she tasted each of them, and each of them tasted her. she wasn't always sure whose mouth or hand or cock was where, but it felt incredible. she couldn't even think of words to describe the sensations. her pussy was licked and sucked until she came. she sucked one cock and jerked off the other two until they all came on her, and the hot splashes of cum on her flesh made her cum again.

At one point, she was on all fours with the thin man behind her with his thin cock buried in her ass, the average man under her with his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, and the muscular man in front of her with his cock fucking her mouth. Actually, she felt like she was doing most of the fucking. These men, who had already done so much to her, were still behaving like they were afraid to hurt her. While part of her was glad, another part was begging to be treated roughly. i'm your fucking whore tonight. Treat me like it!, she silently screamed to herself while pushing back against the cocks in her pussy and ass with as much force as she could manage. she grabbed the muscular man's ass with both hands and pulled his cock hard into her mouth, wanting to feel like she did when Frederick put his hands on the back of her head and used her mouth to make himself cum.

"Give it to her you limp dicks," Frederick goaded the other men. she was turned on by His presence and by His obvious control over everyone in the room. That's it, Sir. Humiliate these worthless fuckers. Make them give it to me harder. she didn't care about these other men. They were no more important to her than a vibrator would be if He was using that to get her off. It was Him and her and whatever tools He chose to use to pleasure her for His own reasons and for His own satisfaction. Even her own pleasure didn't matter. she was now just giving Him what He demanded, and she hoped she was giving Him a great show.

The men followed Frederick's command and began pounding their cocks into her. she almost regretted wanting this. she was sure she couldn't take any more, but they didn't stop. They kept at it until all three men somehow came simultaneously. Feeling all three cocks jerking and twitching, spurting gobs of semen in each of her orifices, gave sta one more orgasm she didn't think she had left in her. she collapsed on the bed.

As she lay there, completely drained, yet satisfied, Frederick came to her side. "you are My most prized possession. I hope you believe I have treated you well, as I meant to. you have proven My complete ownership of you tonight, and this has made Me very happy. Rest well, little girl." With that, sta smiled and fell asleep.

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"Wake up, sleepyhead."

sta opened her eyes to find Frederick sitting on the bed next to her. For some reason, He had put her costume back on her. Maybe He still wants a turn with 'Dorothy'. she then realized the bed was still made and there was nothing to indicate anything had happened. Okay. Don't tell me i fell asleep waiting for Frederick and it was all just a dream. she realized, however, that that is exactly what it was.

sta pushed the dream out of her head and tried to focus her full attention on Frederick, and Frederick continued gently waking the Sleeping Beauty by telling her what she would be doing for Him in the very near future. Once fully awake, she did everything He said she would and more. But, that is a story for another day.

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The next morning they were famished, so they headed down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. (For reasons He had not felt necessary to explain to her, although Frederick loved room service at night, He didn't care for it in the morning.)

As the couple sat at their table, sta looked around and noticed some familiar faces. "Frederick, you're not going to believe this, but last night, before you got to the room, i had the strangest dream." "Yes, go on." sta directed Frederick's attention to some of the other tables with her eyes and nods of her head, "And he was there, and he was there, and he was there, and You were there."

"Silly girl. you probably just saw those men last night in the bar or the lobby before you went to the room and fell asleep."

"i'm sure you're right, Frederick, but it feels weird."

"Don't worry, baby. you can tell Me all about your dream later."

"Thank you, sir. i think i'd like that."

"Me, too," Frederick replied.

As Frederick opened the menu to decide what to order for them, sta could've sworn she saw Him wink at 'the average man'.

Nah, couldn't be. ... Could it?