One day my Master warned me that he had to entertain a couple of clients and asked me to come along to dinner and maybe a club with them. He told me to dress “decoratively” but act intelligently with the clients and to go along with what they wanted. “I’m afraid that they’re not very nice people, but I do need to keep their business” he explained. I understood that I was being asked to do overtime… We went to an expensive restaurant where we met the clients; he was right about them not being nice people, they were both quite big men and although well-spoken and educated, they were boorish and arrogant. As the evening went on, they grew more lecherous, stroking my legs under the table, ogling me continuously and making suggestive remarks. At the end of the meal, we left the restaurant and one of the clients suggested we go back to the hotel for a nightcap. Their hotel was near to the restaurant so we walked there and went straight to the bar. I almost downed a large brandy, thinking I’d probably need it, and sure enough, my Master said to one of the clients, “Debs will escort you to your rooms, I’ll be along in a few minutes?” The two men escorted me to the lift and no sooner were we inside they started to fondle my boobs and grope up my skirt. “Would you look at the knockers on her” the one said, “Nipples like bottle tops!” When we got into the bedroom of one of them they didn’t waste much time. I got the condoms out and said “Rule one: you’ll wear these, and rule two: no anal.” I smiled provocatively and added “But other than that, I’m all yours.” I did a bit of a striptease for them. Then clad only in stockings and high heeled shoes I started to undress the clients You cannot imagine how out of character this type of behaviour was for me, even though I had given a potential client a blow job just a few weeks before, but I wanted to help and please my Master so did my best. I must have succeeded a bit too well. The one pushed me roughly on the bed and shoved his cock in my mouth whilst the other opened my legs and forced his cock inside me. He had put the condom on though which was a relief. “Come on bitch,” the one in my mouth said and pulled my hair. This wasn’t going to plan and I struggled. He hit me across the face hard and the one who was fucking me also punched me. I learnt rapidly that being a sex slave for a loving master was not the same as being with two men who just wanted to use me hard and liked a bit of rough. The more I struggled the more they liked it, until they came, grunting with satisfaction. I spat the cum out of my mouth, grabbed my things and managed to get out of the room. Fortunately the corridor was deserted so I got into my clothes as fast as I could and got to the lift. I went to the Ladies, retched into the loo, then tidied myself up, shaking. I then made my way to the bar where my Master was waiting with a cup of coffee. He saw me come in and quickly came over, holding me tight. “Jesus, Debs”, he whispered, “What have the bastards done to you?” He took me to the Ladies and told me to wait in there whilst he went to their rooms, he’d come and get me later. I told him to leave it but he insisted they couldn’t get away with it. I knew he’d previously been in the army and could stick up for himself but wasn’t sure about two against one, but then again, he hadn’t been drinking and they’d had a fair bit. I sat on a chair in the ladies, still very shaky and after what seemed ages but probably wasn’t, my Master came to fetch me. He looked a bit ruffled and had bruised knuckles but ok. We got a taxi back to his apartment and he held me tightly all the way. My Master gently bathed me, and made me drink some hot chocolate with a shot of brandy in then sat in bed with me, cradling me gently. “Oh Debs love,” he said, “What have I done, I must have been mad.” “I think you’ve probably lost that account,” I pointed out to him, with a shaky smile. “I think I have,” he admitted. “And that’s the last time I’ll ever ask you to do anything like that. Mind you,” he added, “they do look a lot worse than you do.” Fortunately the next day was Friday so I pottered about my Master’s apartment and then had the weekend to recover. The days went past with my Master continuing to be so gentle and kind. The problem was the relationship had changed as I could tell my master felt uneasy treating me as his slave after my ordeal. I hatched a bit of a plan as I wanted things back to normal. The next time I came to work on a Friday I went off to the local supermarket late afternoon and bought some fancy food. I popped the meal into the oven and lit candles to create a romantic atmosphere while my master worked in his study. Then I slipped into the bedroom and changed into my slave outfit, complete with collar and lead. I fastened the clamps to my nipples and clipped the chain between them. I called him for supper and lurked out of sight in the kitchen as he came into the living room. I came out of the kitchen, caught his eye, then quickly lowered my head submissively and walked across the room to my Master. I put the end of the lead in his hand and knelt in the slave position. “Please Master,” I whispered. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, cradling my breasts and taking my nipples into his mouth. I ground against the growing bulge in his trousers. “Please don’t be too cross with me,” I whispered, “the meal’s not ready for a bit..” And after that things were back to normal. Though it’s sometimes hard to tell quite who is in charge. We slaves have our own ways of getting exactly what we want from our Masters. Thats the end of my story, I hope you've enjoyed it and thank for all the lovely comments...