He called me into his room and pointed at the bed. I knew without asking that he was instructing me to put on the clothes he had laid out for me. A black corset, a pair of matching t-backed panties, elbow length black gloves and a pair of silver and black fuck me heels.
I complied without saying a word or looking into his eyes, just like a good submissive. Sliding on the final glove I dropped to my knees, placed my hands on my thighs, palms up and stared at the floor silently.
I saw his feet as he approached and felt the silver spiked black leather collar wrap around my neck before I heard the familiar sound of the the pad lock clicking into place.
Pulling me up by the back of my hair, he led me to the cage that was much to small for me. Crawling in side and curling up I could feel the metal against my flesh. I heard him laugh as he sensed my discomfort and felt the familiar rush of pussy juice escaping between my cunt lips.
Soon his guests began to arrive and the booze was flowing as they circled my cage spitting on me and calling me a filthy whore, cum slut, etc. I know better then to reply or recoil from their taunts and abuse.
Suddenly the phone rang and I heard him confirm that it was time for the bukkake phone sex to begin. He assured who ever it was on the other end that it would be well worth the money he paid.
The phone was placed on speaker and I heard pants unzipping in preparation for their fun. I lost count at ten and could only guess how many of them were there.
Suddenly I was surrounded and I could see several rows behind the first of men waiting for a turn. The sound of them bukkake phone sex off is a familiar one and I knew that soon I would feel the showers of jizz rain down on me.
How long it would go on, I didn’t know. How many loads would be hot sticky cum and how many would be warm piss would be a mystery to me forever. All I know is that what serves as my humiliation, is another man’s pleasure. 
