One Week in December Pt. 01

This is Part 1 of three. All the events in this account, as in ALL my writings are true and took place with me.
'I think you need a holiday, Rachel,' Cameron, one of my work colleagues, suggested as he watched me pouring over a mountain of paperwork, trying to bring some closure to a challenging project.
'Ha!' I laughed sardonically, 'Where and when do you suggest and are you paying?'
'I think I might be able to arrange a free holiday for you if you want,' Cameron replied, lowering his voice and closing my office door.
'Great. Thanks. I'll take a week somewhere hot like Jamacia or Hawaii,' I joked.
'How about towards the Cuillins for a nice winter break,' he replied.
'The Isle of Skye?' I protested. 'In winter?'
'Not quite the Isle of Sky but in that direction. All expenses paid for seven days self-catering accommodation.'
'I feel a catch coming,' I smiled, looking up from my paperwork and fixing Cameron with a knowing look.
'The catch is that you will be with fifteen others, all males and all hot as chillies!'
'And?'
'You take care of them.'
'Thanks. Like cooking, cleaning and Ironing?'
'No. Not that stupid. Sexually. You'd be their super slut for the week.'
'I don't think so,' I responded, looking back at my paperwork.
'But you did it before when you were at University. You told me. Two free holidays with men so they could use you as their sex doll each evening.'
'I was younger then and far more attractive.'
'Flip me, Rachel, you're only thirty-one and the hottest woman North of the Border. You know how many guys want to come to your Gangbang nights or weekends. This is just the same but for seven days, and you'll have the time of your life.'
'So who wants me?' I enquired, at last, thinking about the offer more positively.
'It's a friend of a friend. They have done something like this before, apparently but with a big fat bird who isn't available this year. Somehow they heard about you, and I said I'd ask. Mind you, I think they will have a bit of a shock to find a stunner like you prepared to be used in the way they want.'
'And what way is that?'
'I couldn't really say. You'd need to speak to one of them first. I think, though, that they have a daily rota of things to do.'
'No harm in finding out a little more,' I responded, softening at last. You can ask if they want to meet me.'
'I think you will only meet one of them, and the rest remain strangers to you until the week commences.'
Three weeks and several Latte's later, I had met, in a coffee shop in Inverness, the group's primary organiser, sorted a week, agreed my limitations, and decided on my safe word.
Five months after and three weeks before Christmas, I cautiously made my way west along the winding and rolling hills of my Highland home. My destination was a small converted castle that I was told would suit our purposes well. It was suitable to house fifteen in comfort, still maintained some original fixtures that could be utilised and was, above all, totally private accessed along its mile-long driveway.
As I cautiously negotiated the stone and chipping drive, I hoped the castle was in better shape than the entrance road with its multitude of deep potholes.
I parked as instructed in front of the large stone steps that led to a big oak double door. It was certainly an impressive building with far-reaching views across the Kyle of Lochalsh towards the Cuillin Mountains. To the rear was woodland that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. I imagined this would be a wild and desolate place in the depths of winter. It was cold enough, with the wind blowing down from the north over the Torridon hills, as I banged the huge knocker situated on the solid-looking door.
I was so uptight about what I was letting myself in for that I could have wet myself several times over with little provocation.
The door opened, a man I guessed to be slightly older than me beckoned me inside. As I entered, the door slammed shut with a thud revealing the others who had paid for my week of debauched holiday.
'Take off your clothes,' I was told. 'All of them underwear as well.'
I commenced removing my coat as the twelve men (three had dropped out) of various shapes, sizes, and ages advanced towards me for a better view.
As my coat dropped to the floor and I commenced to lift my jumper slowly, I looked around for the first time at the large reception hall in which I was standing. It had a solid tiled floor with a stone semi-curved grand staircase about thirty feet from the front door. Above my head, everything was open to the roof level at least forty feet up. It was an impressive sight.
With my jumper off, just my slip covered my bra as I unbuttoned my jeans, lowered the zip and commenced to take my trousers down to my ankles.
'Stop,' a voice called out. 'Shuffle round so we can all take a look.'
I commenced turning through a three hundred and sixty-degree circle bahçeşehir escort with my jeans around my ankles, my white knickers clearly on display and my bare arms hanging at my side.
'Um. Very attractive. A little on the slender side but much hotter than the fat thing we had last year,' a voice called out.
'Carry on removing your clothes,' the initial voice barked with the air of a Seargent Major.
I lifted my plain white slip over my head and then stepped somewhat awkwardly out of my trousers, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
'Underwear girl,' I was told.
I slipped my panties slowly and seductively down my legs, remembering how punters liked to see them removed in my University days when I worked as a part-time stripper.
Finally, I undid the clip to the bra behind my back and was about to shimmy it a little when it was quickly snatched away, leaving me naked, exposed and feeling for the first time the winter chill in the old building.
'You won't be requiring these clothes again until next Friday,' I was told. 'If you dress before then, it will be in whatever we choose. Is that clear?'
I nodded in acquiescence.
'Very nice,' another voice piped up as he ogled me standing naked before the group.
'Wherever did you find her?' a second asked the one with who I had enjoyed coffee prior to arranging my visit.
'I just asked around and kinda stumbled on her,' he responded as if it was an everyday occurrence.
'I can imagine she's delightfully fuckable?' another added.
I have it on very good authority that she is as feisty as a tiger in bed, as loud as a roaring lion when bound and as filthy as a wallowing pig when ordered.'
'That's an impressive list,' yet another commented, 'I hope she lives up to it.'
'Put your hands on your head and spread your feet,' I was told by the organiser.
I obeyed instantly as the men drew closer to inspect the goods that had arrived to provide them with their week of licentious pleasure.
Suddenly the men felt for my breasts, bum and pussy as eager hands fingered, twisted and pinched differing parts of my exposed anatomy.
'Look up,' I was told once again in that no-nonsense tone that demanded obedience. In doing so, I spotted two chains dangling from each side of the first-floor return landing. 'Any disobedience from you, young lady and we will bind you naked to those chains and whip you without mercy. Understand?'
I did. Perfectly.
'Each morning, you will come here at seven-thirty to be bound to these chains so we can flog your back ten times as a reminder to be obedient to us the rest of the day.'
The next step was being guided around the accommodation, still naked, to be shown where everything was situated. I walked through the kitchen, large lounge, rear dining hallway and then up the stairs to my quarters. I was delighted to find a large King Size bed and an en-suite bathroom. The whole place was indeed sumptuous, and I knew from my coffee meeting it had cost each of the men a considerable amount to pool the money together to hire the place for the week.
After I had been led back downstairs, we entered a vast master bedroom that was conspicuous in the fact that all its soft furnishings had been covered in plastic sheeting. I realised at once that this was the room where most of the action would occur.
'Stand up straight,' I was ordered, 'As you did in the hallway. Hands on head, shoulders back, chest out, legs apart.'
As I did so, the twelve men lined up before me. It was the first proper chance I had had to have a good look at them all. They ranged from four, clearly over six feet tall, to one who I guessed was around five feet four. Some were muscular, and others pretty average. As I have done for years, I chose three who I considered being the best looking. These were the ones for whom I would try and hold any orgasm.
'From now on, you call us all, Sir, and we will call you whatever we want. For the next seven days, you will have no name other than, Bitch, Slut, Whore, Tart and the like.'
'Yes Sir,' I replied, much to the men's surprise.
'Your body will be ours twenty-four-seven during your stay. If we want it, you give it, any time day or night.'
'Yes Sir,' I repeated.
I knew, by prior arrangement, that the first night would be nothing more than a 'getting to know me' evening. It was a good plan and worked well, putting the men and myself at ease before the week that would follow.
The men advanced towards me like an army column before commencing to caress, kiss and explore my body.
I was guided to the bed, where more intimate examinations of my pussy, bum, mouth, and naval took place. At the same time, I was made to adopt different positions to allow maximum exposure to my most exciting assets.
It is amazing how quickly time passes when in a state of high sexual anticipation. Soon, two hours had passed, doing nothing other than allowing bahçeşehir escort bayan my body to be kissed in every conceivable location, even my armpits.
Despite agreeing to be the men's slave for a week, I was pleasantly surprised at the help offered as I fixed dinner in the kitchen. This would be the only meal where I was permitted to sit, albeit naked, and eat with the others. The rest of the time, I had agreed to crawl on my hands and knees around the table at mealtimes. I had to beg, like a dog, for scraps of food.
Once dinner was over and the two (yes two) dishwashers were loaded, we retired into the lounge. Here we chatted amicably together as I became acquainted with each of the guys present, and they found out a little more about me. This informal time also allowed each of us to discover how we could best fulfil each others desires.
At eleven in the evening, we all retired to our bedrooms for the night. I had a strange tingling sensation running through my body as I thought about what lay ahead. Each day had been planned with a loose theme in mind, and the first day was 'Sex.' I was astute enough to know what that meant. Could I really, at thirty-one, fulfil all the sexual needs of these twelve guys. I would soon find out.
Day 1
The following day I was woken by drumming on my bedroom door.
'Where are you Slut?' someone shouted.
I groggily got up and went naked to the door.
It's seven thirty-five,' I was informed. 'You were supposed to be in the hallway for a whipping at seven-thirty!'
I had completely forgotten as I was grabbed and marched downstairs.
'String her up back to the door,' two of the men were ordered.
The chains were lowered from the landing as two leather cuffs with metal rings were placed around my wrists and then hooked onto the chains, and my hands lifted up into a wide surrender position.
No one said a word as a whip cracked suddenly across my bare back.
'Ohhhhhhhhh,' I cried more in surprise than pain.
A second later, the whip struck again. I hardly had time to call, shout or moan before I had received ten medium-strength lashes across my back.
'Ten a day will help you remember to obey,' I was told by one of the men loosely quoting the Mars Bar adverts of the time. 'But because you did not arrive here this morning at the appointed hour, two extra lashes are due, and these will be across your breasts. Now thrust your chest out to receive what you deserve.'
As I obeyed, two quick strokes of a flogger landed across my tits, leaving me with a feeling that I had fallen into a patch of nettles.
I was immediately released and then led into the downstairs bedroom.
'Let's work up a breakfast, guys,' one of the group said. 'Feel free to take her in any way and any hole. Once she is well lubricated and opened up for the day, she can go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast for us.'
The men wasted no time in placing me on the bed so that I could hardly concentrate on what I was doing. I had three cocks in three holes and two more in my hands. If I did not please, one of the five of them reminded me with small pokes or slaps. I was well and truly fucked stupid in the first hour. This was just the precursor for the rest of the day's proceedings.
I had no idea who was in my bum or mouth as I could not see their faces fully. I only knew that I was there to please them, and I would do the best job I could.
It was ten before the first fuck fest concluded, and I was helped off the bed by twelve satisfied but still horny guys. Wet sticky white cum flowed down my thighs from my pussy and bum as I stood up. I saw that more adhered to my lips and chin when I took a look in the mirror.
I was given ten minutes of privacy to wash and dry before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. One of the men watched over me, wafting a riding crop playfully in my direction if he thought I was too slow. Unlike the previous evening, most of the men left me to unstack dishwashers, cook bacon, fry eggs, heat beans and do the toast.
Once all was prepared, I dished out, as instructed, twelve plates and then took my place on all fours. The guys had great fun in making me crawl from one side of the table to the other whenever I asked for a piece of bacon, toast, egg or a few beans.
'Please, Sir, could I have some bacon?'
'I'm the wrong person. See Sam on the other side.'
I'd crawl to Sam. 'Please, Sir, I'm told you will give me some bacon?'
'Who told you that? It's Jeff you need to ask over there.'
I am not sure how many times I circled the table before I had been given enough food to satisfy me until lunchtime. As I moved around, I received light slaps and the occasional prod with a folk on my bum from those I passed.
Once all had eaten, I was given plenty of help filling the dishwashers and washing the few items that did not fit in.
'Lean on the table,' I was ordered, and as I escort bahçeşehir did so, I felt a rock hard cock enter my backside and begin to thrust. The start of another two hours of none stop sex in various positions and locations throughout the castle.
It was clear that they most enjoyed having me bent over so that my bum was available. Eventually, they told me that the woman they had used previously would never allow them to bugger her. The fact that my arse was open for full-on entry was an exciting first for some of the men.
The first day flew by as I furnished cock after erect cock. I was taken up my bum while bending over, in my mouth while on my knees, and deep into my pussy, usually on the bed. As evening drew on, I had not washed since before breakfast, and my body was a sticky mess of cum, saliva, sweat and virginal fluid. My hair looked like it belonged to some demented animal from a horror movie. I was well and truly caked and delighted when told I was allowed to shower.
One of the little 'extras' that I knew would be included but was unaware of what they were was that two men would join me in the shower to wash me to their satisfaction each night. Thankfully the water was warm as I was lathered, rubbed, shampooed, and washed time and again for over an hour. The two men enjoyed fingering me, kissing me and generally being as intimate as they could under the hot water. Their actions certainly brought 'steamy relationships' into a new light!
Once again, at dinner, as when we had eaten sandwiches for lunch, I crawled around the table begging for some boiled potato, cooked ham, vegetables and gravy. Sometimes I was fed by finger, others I had to lift off a plate, and on occasions, a folk full of something was waved in my direction.
At dinner, not only was I made to beg respectfully but occasionally bark like a dog to gain the attention and food that I required. Everyone clearly enjoyed the addition of this humiliation to my mealtime.
My second evening was once again spent nude in the company of my male companions, mostly in talk of a sexual nature as they shared their most illicit and depraved sexual fantasies with me. Occasionally I was instructed to get on my knees, remove someone's shoes and socks and kiss and suck their toes.
Day 2
The next morning I was downstairs at seven-thirty to receive my 'remember to behave' lashes for the day as I was again strung up in the hallway.
The theme planned for my second day would be 'water.' This choice was made because it was raining hard outside, which worked in favour of those with me. I knew, therefore, that I would get very wet at various times throughout the day.
The first occasion took me somewhat by surprise. I had just completed loading the dishwashers and cleaning the pans from breakfast when I was grabbed by three of the guys. My arms were pinned behind my back, and my head was thrust into the dirty washing up water in the large 'Belfast' style sink. The water contained a mixture of Baked Bean deposits, various sauces, grease, jams, marmalade and toast crumbs. In and out of the bowl, my head went for about ten minutes as the men swapped places so that most could take a turn at dunking me.
As I was held under the water on one occasion, a sharp smack across my backside caused me to cry out. I swallowed and was lifted, coughing and spluttering, much to the amusement of those enjoying the fun.
'Shower time,' I was told. 'You need to clean yourself up.'
However, the shower they had planned was not conventional, as I soon discovered when I was dragged outside into the pouring rain.
Opposite the main door was an old washing line post with a T top to which I was quickly bound. My hands were spread to either side of the T while a rope was placed around my neck for good measure.
Once I was in position, the men quickly withdrew to the castle's shelter, taking great delight in watching me, from the door, getting drenched and cold. They even made cups of tea and, passing them around, toasted me from their dry and cosy haven.
The rain on Scotlands West Coast seems to be attracted by the Cuillin Mountain range on Skye and can be pretty heavy at times. That day it was torrential, and being the beginning of December, it was mighty cold too as it ran through my hair and down my naked body.
Thankfully, despite being on the lean side, I have, or maybe more correctly, have developed an ability to cope well to a point with the cold. This would be tested even further later in the day.
I decided to put on a brave face and a defiant act as I stood attached to the pole in the downpour. I stood up as straight as I could and glowered at the men watching me from the open door and some behind the windows. I think my reaction took some of them a little by surprise, as I'm sure they were expecting me to call out and beg for mercy. I did, but only thirty minutes later, when I was shivering with cold and unable to carry on my defiance any longer.
Having been untied, I was carried back into the house and placed in the shower, where two men quickly undressed to assist me in washing and getting warmed up. I was pretty surprised that they were two of the three handsome hunks I had picked out on my first evening as the ones most likely to bring me to orgasm, and I decided that this was an excellent time to try my theory out.