Part 29

After I was done with Jens, I got up, took a napkin and got the condom of his dick.

Holger stood up and told me to come to another table in the room.

He wanted me to bend over on the table. Jens was sitting in his chair, having another drink, while the other guys fucked me.

At first it was Michael turn. He took me hard and after a few minutes he was done.

Following it was Peters turn and then it was Holger. Holger of course without a condom.

Right after coming Holger pulled his cock out and pushed the plug back inside. There I was, having his seed in my ass and not an opportunity to let it out.

After they were done they continued to play poker.

Between bringing new drinks I was told to dance in front of the table.

To be honest, I am not a really good dancer, but I tried my best. I swung my hips and even tried to shake my ass (and even tried to twerk a bit).

While the following round of drinks the poker game had the first loser. It was Peter who had lost all his chips.

Following I was sitting on his lap, facing him. The others continued to play.

Peter began to pull my top up and released me from the clamps. My nipples hurt a bit.

He started to lick on them and even bit them lightly.

I moaned, because it really turned me on.

I started to grind on his lap. He stopped licking my nipples. With his right hand he squeezed them alternating and with the left hand he took a grab on the ring in my collar.

He pulled me down and kissed me. Our tongues swirled around in each others mouth.

We continued to make out for some time, until the next guy was out of the game too. It was Jens.

Peter, Jens and I went over to the second table and started to make out again.

It seemed like Holger and Michael tried to end the game as soon as possible, because the were done a few minutes later.

Michael was the winner.

They came over to us and began to undress.

As they were finished undressing, they changed positions with Jens and Peter, who both began to undress now, too.

After all of them were naked I was told to get on the ground. I kneeled down and started to jerk and suck all of them alternating.

After ten or fifteen minutes I had all of their cum on my face (and Holgers cum in my mouth).

I was not allowed to clean myself. They got dressed again, at least wore their shirts and boxers.

I was told to bring them something more to drink and after that Holger ordered me on the table.

I climbed up and got on all fourth. The guys took their chairs and lined them up at the side of the table.

Holger put the nipple clamps back on my nipples.

He went to the bag and got the whip out.

The next minutes I was whipped from Holger and then every other guy was allowed to whip me for some time. Jens and Michael were kind of shy with the whip and went easy on me, Holger started slow, but increased the intensity over the time.

Peter instead started with force and I was kind of surprised, that he did so. I whimpered a bit and pulled my ass away.

"Stay where you are", Holger commanded. And after I was back in my position and warned of Peters strength I endured the few minutes of him using the whip.

After all were done with the whip Holger asked around if someone wanted to cum again, but all of them declined.

Michael and Jens got dressed and said goodbye, after Peter had called them a taxi.

I started to clean up a bit and to wash the glasses and the bowl.

While I was at it, Holger stopped me, took the bowl out of the sink and placed it on the ground.

"Squat over it and pull the plug out", he told me.

I almost had forgot about his seed, beeing still inside me. I was wondering if there would still be something coming out.

I did as Holger told me and really, there was some cum flowing out, but it was kind of watered-down and had lost it's shape.

After it was all out, I had to put the plug back in and then drink the "soup" in the bowl. I did and after that continued to clean up.

After everything was cleaned up, we left and I drove Peter to his home, before Holger and I returned to Holgers place.

After arriving at Holgers place we talked for some minutes about what had happened so far with Peter and the other guys.

While we were talking Holger mentioned, that he would like me to serve his friends more often. He said, that if we only meet on the weekends, there will be too much time left out.

He let me know, if I wanted to really become a "good girl", I would have to be feminized more often and even have to be used more often.

But before starting to explain everything to that, Holger told me to follow him.

We went up to the second floor and Holger led me to the room, he wanted to make mine, while I was in his house.

He opened the door and let me in. Holger had put down the bookshelves and the closed boxes were gone. Instead of that, the room was completely changed.

Holger had renovated it. Three walls were white and the other one (the wall which could not be seen from anywhere outside) was loud pink.

On the same wall there was hanging a coat rack, it was just plywood, plastered with a shiny white film in wood look.

To the right of the coat rack, there was a roll-fronted cabinet, made in the same way as the wardrobe. The cabinet had two drawers, one big at the bottom and one small at the top.

Below the wardrobe there was a shoe rack, made out of a few metal strings, which were welded together. It looked like it was self made.

To the left of the coat rack there was a wardrobe. It was designed in the same way, as the coat rack and the cabinet. It was pretty small, but had two racks in the top, a coat hanger in the middle and in the bottom there were two drawers above another rack.

In the middle of the room there was a bedframe out of metal. It had some big metal strings on the outsides and some small/thin metal strings running upright down the head- and footboard.

The side panels were two massive metal panels.

The matress between everything looked comfortable and the bed clothes were a mixture of white and pink.

In one of the corners of the room, there was a small chair out of the same material as the wardrobe, etc...and next to it, there was a wastebin.

"Have a look around", Holger told me and I walked around, having a look.

"Did you buy that stuff just for me?", I asked him.

He answered negatively and explained to me, that he had a small basement, which can be entered through the garage and that he has stored some old furniture there.

But he told me, that he had made the shoe rack by himself and that he had made the film on the furniture also by himself.

He told me, that this will be my room now and that I will "live" here, when I am at his house.

He further told me, that he wanted me to fill the room with personal items, maybe some pictures, posters, a decorative wall sticker. He wanted me to get creative and to give this place a meaning for me.

In the following weeks I got some items, f.e. wall sticker - a pink heart, with curved lines coming out of it and a side table for a small lamp. I will describe the room more, when I am coming to the part, when I got the last item for it.

I thanked Holger for all of this. I would never had expected, that he would do something like that for me.

Holger smiled and told me, that I will have to go to bed now. He told me to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed.

I did as he wanted and while I returned to my new room, I heard Holger shout: "Don't close the door yet."

After entering the room I found my bag with the clothes and a note on the bed.

The first message on the note was simply to put my clothes in the wardrobe, etc...

The second message was:

"I told you, that this will be your new room from now, but I did not tell you everything I plan. As long as the door of your room is open, you can come out and speak to me if you have any questions or worries about the following: As soon as you close the door of the room, you accept the fact, that I will lock the door afterwards. From this moment on, you will be locked inside this room, everytime you are in it. The purpose of this is, that you will have to learn, that I am deciding, when I want to see/use/have you around and that you are only allowed to be around, when your presence is asked for." I read the text and was not really sure, if I got it in the full meaning. I went downstairs, wearing still my clothes and asked Holger about this and he told me, that he f.e. will lock me up during the nights and from time to time during the days - everytime he was not willing to have me around.

"You want me to use you right?", he asked me and came closer, after he was done talking.

"Yes, Sir.", I answered.

"And you want to be my slave, slut, whore, sissy?", he was still coming closer.

"Yes, Sir.", I anwered, getting a bit aroused, because of his words and his breath, which I could feel on my skin, because he was already that near.

"And you want to obey me?", he asked me, still coming closer.

"Yes, Sir.", I answered, while turning my head in his direction.

He kissed me. Our tongues curled around and after a few seconds Holger stopped, pulled a bit backwards and asked: "You want to be a good slut?"

"Yes, Sir", I answered and he kissed me again. I moaned a bit and remarked, how I got really horny - thinking about everything which could have happen right now.

I felt Holgers hand on my chest, he took off the clamps, which I was still wearing.

I whimpered, because my nipples were really sensitive by now.

"You are mine!", Holger stopped kissing and questioning in the moment, he took off the second clamp.

"Yes, Sir." I answered, trying to catch my breath, which I lost because of the thrilling pain in my nipples, my horny state of mind and the general loss of breath due to the kissing.

"Go upstairs and close the door!"

I did as he told me to. I went upstairs, like in trance and after entering the room, I closed the door. Some seconds later I heard a key getting pushed inside the lock of the door and how the door got locked.