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Sunset Key (ii) Trained By Tina

I expected Brian to explain things to me and console me before I left. Instead he locked me in the bathroom and told me to enjoy the time to myself. It was almost as if he was mad at me. I did as I was told and treasured the time to shower and relax in a long bath. I did my hair and waited to hear from Brian. He handed me a sundress and told me to put it on and follow him. I walked behind him across the resort to some kind of small cottage. He kissed me passionately, told me he loved me, removed my sundress, knocked on the door and walked away.

Tina answered the door and smiled. The inside was like a community center you could rent for parties. There were different seating areas, a dance floor with a brass pole in the middle and a beautiful, long wooden bar also with brass poles on the ends. Everything was very new and decorated beautifully.

And then came my instructions…”I get two days to prepare you for a life of serving Brian. He has given me free reign to do what is needed to achieve that goal. I will be with you most of the time, except when I am called to service him. Brian will be able to see everything going on through the closed circuit cameras located throughout the cottage. When I give you instructions you will follow them without hesitation, and I would highly recommend not speaking. Now go stand on the dance floor with your back against the pole.”

The pole was about 4” in diameter and was bolted to the floor and ceiling. There were eyebolts at the top and bottom. Tina took rope, tied my wrists together, and threaded the end through the top eyebolt. She pulled it so taut that I almost needed to stand on my tip toes. She tied off the end of the rope. I watched as she walked over and opened a cabinet built into the wall that showcased all of her toys. Tina went straight for the row of graduated butt plugs and grabbed one in the middle. With my hands incapacitated, I was helpless to fight her off when she inserted plug. It was lubricated but larger than I had ever used before.

Then using a step ladder and a roll of vinyl tape, Tina made a black band right below my wrists binding me to the pole. The next band was put below my elbows. She continued striping me positioning the vinyl around my neck, just above and below my breasts, at my hips, my thighs, just below the knees and ankles. When she finished she stepped back and just stared. I was certain that my body would start cramping in this position but was very glad she chose the vinyl as it had a little play in it. But then Tina went back to her closet and returned with a roll of duck tape. Each black stripe was covered with duck tape pulled as tightly as possible.

It must have been getting late because the sun had gone down. Tina went to a sound panel and dimmed all the lights except the dance floor lights which she turned off completely. When she propped the front door open, I caught a glance at several people waiting out front before she blindfolded me.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that this wasn’t about me. It was a party with an open bar and I was just entertainment. Within minutes the room was full. Music played, people laughed and drank. Then the dance music came on and I could feel the heat from the dance floor lights turning on. People swarmed all around me. While they danced, men and women touched every available part of me, my only protection being bands of duck tape. They talked about how big my tits were and played with them. Someone started sucking on them and was stunned when milk came out. Within seconds everyone fought to get a taste. People swarmed all around me.
What started as a mob scene settled down as the night went on. Someone was always touching me. Despite being totally emptied, there was a continuous line of people waiting to suck my tits in the hopes that more milk would come. I had no idea how many hours had passed, but I felt dirty and exhausted.

In the delirious state I was in I barely noticed when Tina cut me down. With the help of some strong men, she cut the duck tape where it connected to the pole. She left the tape on me and used even more to secure the straps binding my body. The butt plug was removed and then the men carried me and laid me on the top of the bar. I was rolled over onto my stomach and my wrists and ankles were tied to the poles at the ends of the bar. I was thankful to be able to lie down but it was torture to once again be stretched out.

I thought I was behaving pretty well for Tina, but that must not have been the case. She secured my blindfold and then gagged me with some kind of cloth and more tape. As she did she whispered something about this being an upscale resort and they couldn’t have people hear me scream. I was completely confused until I felt the first smack. Tina was giving my tits a break by sacrificing my ass. To make it worse, she announced that I had been very unruly to my husband and needed to be taught a lesson. She told everyone that paddles were on the wall and not to take it easy on me.

The drunker they got the harder they hit. It wasn’t like Brian who knew my threshold and was tolerant of my limits. This was brutal. Drinks were being ordered over me and hands poked and pinched while they waited. The bartender liked to put the drinks in between my legs and encouraged the patrons to paddle harder if any was spilt. I screamed into the gag and tried without success to break free of my bonds. At some point I gave into the pain and relaxed. It was as though I was looking at myself strapped there across the bar.

Tina must have seen the change on my face. She let me suffer a little longer and then stopped the action. She and her goons untied me and carried me to a back room. While the party continued in the cottage, Tina helped me clean up in the back. I was happy that I had survived Tina’s horrible plans for me and couldn’t wait to get back to Brian. But I was mistaken. Tina wasn’t done with me yet. In fact, she reminded me that this was just the beginning of day one in my two-day training.

Once again Tina blindfolded me and used handcuffs to lock my wrists behind my back. She guided me to walk back out in the crowd and pushed me to my knees at the end of the bar. She used another set of cuffs to lock my ankles to the pole at the end of the bar. I knew what was coming but was shocked none the less when she offered my services for free blow jobs. The bartender himself started off the parade of men that one by one fucked my mouth. He was quick and made me swallow all of it. When he was finished with me he patted me on the head and went back to work. Some of them pulled out and covered me with cum, others liked to watch me swallow. Long, short, thick, thin, hard, soft, gentle, rough, fast, slow, they all took their turns until the bar closed at 2am. I was full as well as covered with cum. My ankles and wrists were sore where the cuffs bit into them, and my jaw could barely move. I was glad to hear last call and couldn’t wait for Tina to clean me up. Before she released me she let the two goons that had helped move me take their turn. By the time they finished the crowd had dispersed.

Tina unlocked the cuffs and helped me to my feet. She walked me to the bathroom but left my blindfold on while she let me use the toilet. When I was finished she bent me over the sink and inserted a butt plug even larger than the one before. Then she buckled a chastity belt on me. My wrists were tied to the sides of the belt and I was escorted toward the back of the cottage to a bedroom. There she attached a breast pump to my cum-drenched chest, shoved me in a small closet, and locked the door. The space was just big enough for me to lie down in the fetal position. I made sure not to knock off the breast pump because I feared Tina’s repercussions. In spite of the pump going off every 2-3 hours I was able to get some sleep. My body and mind were completely used up and it felt good to be alone.

There is no way to tell how long I was locked away. Soreness overwhelmed my senses. The butt plug stretched me to the limits, my jaw could barely close, my ass was rare and most likely bruised, my ankles and wrists had rope burns and my tits were sore from the pump. Part of me wanted Tina to show up and let me stretch, but the other part of me was terrified for what else she might have in store.

Tina released me from the closet in the late morning. She helped me to my feet and then removed the pump, the chastity belt and my blindfold. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the light and then Tina helped me to the bathroom. She was gentle and much warmer than she had ever been. She removed the butt plug slowly and then let me take a long shower. When I finished, she gave me a short massage and then dried my hair.

“I usually don’t like to give explanations to subs but in this particular case, I think it is suitable. Last night you did quite well. In fact I have had several offers from various men who want to borrow you. Most of them were slimy but there were three very impressive clients in the mix. All three have residences here on the island and they are all willing to pay exuberant amounts of money for your services. I felt obliged to take their offers to your husband. He in turn met with each gentleman to hear their intentions and to explain that you were in training. Brian was very impressed with all of the men and freely offered to loan you to each one free of charge. I will deliver you to each door, stay for the entire session, and then clean you up and escort you to your next master at the agreed upon times. I will be there partly for your protection but mostly to make sure you obey everything they say. I should warn you, O, that I know these men. They spend several months here each year and all three are experienced trainers.”

I was stunned that Brian had agreed to this. He just gave me away like a piece of property. I couldn’t wait to be back with him and dreaded the next 24 hours. The only way to survive was to keep reminding myself that it was Brian I was serving, not these strangers. My performance would be a reflection of Brian and therefore had to be flawless.

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