Clinton Products was the first new account I had signed up when I started with BDS. I had gotten my foot in the door by winning a contract to provide ... third of the network services required by the company. Over the years George Harris and I had become friends and I had managed to talk him into increasing BDS' share of their business to half of the services they required. I just hoped that this meeting wouldn't decrease our share of their services budget.When I walked into the reception area. "This is your test, your chance to show me what a good little slut you're going to be. You will tend to the needs of all of us, licking pussy, sucking cock, rimming, whatever we say. And if someone bends you over and rams a cock up your ass, you will take it, without a sound. Is that understood, whore?" I nodded, "Yes, Master." It was difficult to hide the excitement I felt. The prospect of having all these people fucking me had made my pussy hot and wet. "Where shall I begin?" Suck my cock,". “You surprised me,” she said. “I like that.”I played ignorant, smiled, paid, and took her to the restaurant. While we were waiting to be seated she took it out of the box and played with it.“Do you want to put it on?” I said.“No, not now but having it is great. It’s lovely.”We’d been invited to a barbecue at the weekend by the infamous Dean. Would she wear it to that? Would she tell me what she thought it meant before she wore it? Had she read the same blog as me?I started to wonder if she was. The hair on my head was pretty well bleached golden from my frequent surfing. I had a great all over tan except where my wet suit trunks kept me white. My cock wasn't huge when flaccid, but my frequent teenage erections were almost eight inches and not thick or thin. I had seen other young men my age naked all over the world and I wasn't the biggest by any means. But I thought my cock was well made and I was eager to use it for its other intended purpose. Just looking at my image in the mirror.