Used, shared and spanked

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if easily offended.

The world was complete darkness because this was how things were when I was not being used by Master. I was curled up in the bottom of my box, unable to see my hand right in front of me, and I was only able to feel the hardwood of the bottom, the tightness of the collar around my neck and the cold steel of the chain on my naked flesh.

Master never allowed me to take off this collar. He had told me that if I ever took it off, bad things would happen-and I believed him. Master was not a man of empty words, when he said something, he truly meant it.

And then there was light. I squinted as the lid opened, unable to see anything, but I knew what was happening. Master had come for me, it was time to be used. I heard him take hold of the chain, then there was a hard yank on my neck and I was pulled to my feet.

As my eyes adjusted to the light I could see that Master was dressed in a tuxedo. That meant he must have guests, and that also meant it was time for the after-dinner entertainment of which I consisted.

I was entirely naked as he led me through to the dining room where all the others were. The fire was roaring and the heat felt particularly pleasing on my bare skin.