I wiped the cum off my face with a paper towel, washed my hands and then made Kevin and his friends lunch, which was hamburgers. "Fuck, slut, you make a killer burger," Kevin admired. "Thank you Master," I chirped. "How are your holes, slut?" Kevin asked. "My pussy is okay, Master, but my asshole, butt and mouth are sore." "We didn't mess you up, did we babe?" Kevin wondered. "No Master. Muscles and tissue get tired or bruised. We just have to stop when it happens so that I can recover and that something really bad doesn't happen."

"Master, we need to talk about a few things and it's pretty important. Do you think you can make time?" "Are you mad, slut?" he responded. "No Master. I just think that there are some gaps in our relationship that need to be filled in." "No prob, slut. I need to talk to slut, so when you're done you need to leave," he told his compadres "No problem man," Josh tolerated. "Thanks for letting us play with your slut, Kevin." "You're welcome, dudes. Just don't be douches about what I'm allowing you to do with her, okay?" They expressed agreement and a few minutes later, they were gone.

"So what's up, slut?" "Master, I think you need to understand more about why you like dominating me and what I like and don't like." "Okay. Am I doing anything wrong?" "Not really Master. I do love you and the gangbang was fun and hot. Anyway, what's going on is that I have an inner  need to submit and you have an inner need to be in control. And as far as our sex life goes, we are effectively fetishizing the power dynamic inside our relationship." "What is 'fetishizing'?" "To have a fetish, Master, means that you get horny over a particular thing. For example, some guys have a fetish for big boobs. Others have a fetish for certain kinds of clothing. Some guys have a fetish for Asian women or blondes or certain sex acts. You see what I'm talking about? In other words, both you and I get off on control, you from the controlling side, me from the controlled side."

"The way you went from merely being allowed to call me names in bed to extending that to beyond the bedroom,  I think, helped put you in touch with your need to control others. I get wet when you boss me around and denigrate me. Do you get hard when you do that to me?" "I know I like doing it and it makes the sex hotter, but I don't know if just that makes me hard." "Well, why did you tell your friends to start calling me 'slut' and allow them to grope me?" "I don't know, it just seemed like a really hot idea." "What's going on is that you want me to be your toy and by permitting your friends to feel me up and screw me you're telling me that I'm something to be used for your personal enjoyment and my being willing to do that for you is a sign of how deeply I want to submit to you. And you get off seeing that degree of submission to you,not to mention that you're exhibiting that control over me to others, which makes you top dog to your group. You see what I'm saying?" "Yeah, I think so."

"Now there are limits to what I will do. In every dominant-submissive relationship, there are limits to what the submissive will do. Submissives are relatively rare and no limits submissives are much fewer. In my case, I will not do any bathroom stuff. That is, I'm not into being peed on or worse. I won't do anything that will endanger my life or health or anything that involves blood, gross stuff, needles, cutting, or disgusting men or girls. Without a submissive, a dominant is just another guy looking for poon.  So if you want to keep your subbie, you have to act only within her limits. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I understand. I won't make you do anything disgusting." "And just so that we're clear Master, as much as I love pleasing you, I won't lick your asshole like you see some women doing in porn videos. That's because I don't want to get hepatitis."

"So tell me, Master, do you love me?" "Yeah Misty, I love you. You totally rock." "Master, I don't like anal. You can keep doing it to me because I want to please you. However, there are health issues involved. you can do permanent bigtime damage to me back there. So we can only do it a couple of times a week max. I wish I could do it more for you, but I can't." "That's cool, slut." "We can think of it as a special treat maybe. Whatever makes it work for you Master." "I'm cool with that," he permitted.

Then I took him to my computer and showed him stuff I was into. First, was rope bondage. "So you like being tied up, huh?" he inquired. "Yes Master," I affirmed, but then lectured him on the dangers of it and how we have to proceed carefully. Then I moved on to me not being allowed to speak to other guys unless those guys get his permission first and when it's appropriate to be in BDSM mode and when we act normal. The images of the rope bondage got him hard and he had me suck him while he looked at them. With the salty taste of his cum still on my tongue, I then ordered several bundles of silk rope, gags, blindfolds and cuffs so we could begin experimenting with bondage. Just thinking about it made me uber wet.
Monday morning, Kevin picked me up and we went to Josh's place, where Brandon and Jeremy were waiting for us. Josh's parents had already left for work and his older sister Karen had left after her boyfriend came to collect  her. "Okay Misty, take your clothes off," Kevin ordered. "Yes Master," I complied and pulled my tank top and bra off, my boobs swinging out after the latter garment was extracted. Then I pushed my skirt and panties to the floor, putting my birthday suit on display for everyone. "We only have a few minutes, guys, so go for it," Kevin refereed and I soon felt my body being explored by all four boys. I was kissing Kevin as I felt my pussy being penetrated with somebody's fingers from behind. My tits were being squeezed and my nipples pinched by someone else while my ass was manipulated by another pair of hands. "Hey Kevin, man, I'm super horny now. Do you mind if I cum on her face?" Jeremy inquired. "No dude, but be quick," Kevin commanded. Jeremy whipped his dick out and pushed down on my shoulders to get me to my knees. Another hand turned my head to my right and a cock went into my mouth. Another one grabbed my lefthand and guided it to his manhood. "Hey you guys, I have a better idea," Kevin, who now had his penis out and was stroking it, announced. "Cum in her hair and I'll have her brush your spooge into it so she'll be wearing our cum to first period," he stated with an evil grin. Everybody laughed at the idea and so they all furiously stroked away while looking at me and occasionally fondling me.

Fiive minutes later, Jeremy put his cock right against my hair and began to shoot. I felt the snotty liquid drip down the strands of hair on my right side. The others continued stroking and Kevin was now ready. He had me touch my forehead to the floor, kneeled over me and sprayed globs of semen iinto my long blonde hair. Brandon's breathing was becoming ragged and I knew that I would  soon be blessed by his fluid. He kneeled in front of me, put his cockhead right against the top of my head and splattered it with his cream as he emitted several  loud grunts. Josh was last and he slimed my hair with his goopy jizz. Kevin had me remain on my knees and pullled my brush out of my purse and ran the brush through my hair, spreading the sperm all around it. "The protein will be good for your hair," Kevin snarked before allowing me to dress. My hair felt slimy and dirty with the cum in it and I could smell it. The thing was that it actually mostly dried by the time first period began because of our walking in the warm sun.

When we stepped onto the campus, they took me over into an isolated corner near one of the classroom buildings and Kevin and his friends felt me up and kissed me as they surrounded me to prevent anyone from peering in until the bell rang. So I was majorly wet and my hair was beginning to clump due to the dried cum. I took a quick trip to the bathroom before second period to straighten it out before it became so clumped that my brush would tear my ends and make my hair look like shit.

At lunch, they asked me how I was doing with the cum in my hair. I told them about my problems with my hair clumping and the smell. Kevin got a mischievous laugh out of that.

Tuesday,  they ramped up this play considerably. When Kevin and I reached Josh's house, Kevin made me strip and stand in the middle of the kitchen. They groped me for about five minutes and then got their cocks out and initiated stroking. There was an empty Dixie cup that appeared to have been cut in half sitting on the counter, but I didn't think much of it at first until Brandon grabbed it and drained his load into it. In turn, each of the boys followed suit. Kevin told me to kneel on the floor while he poured some water into the cup. I thought they were going to make me drink it, a nauseous thought. But Kevin turned the cup over on my head, drenching my hair with the quartet's balljam. Kevin ordered me to brush my hair. If my hair felt slimy Monday, it REALLY seemed so now. God only knew how it would affect my hair. They all laughed hard at this spectacle. I, on the other hand, was humiliated but turned on. The smell, though, wasn't very pleasant. It was like I had poured conditioner that I had fished out of a dumpster on my head and forgotten to rinse it out. My hair lost its body and was plastered close to my head. I got a lot of odd looks in my first class of the day.

Kevin said I wasn't allowed to touch my hair for the rest of the school day and when he picked me up after sixth period it was a real fucking mess. It was stiff like it had been shellacked by somebody with Parkinson's. Kevin got a good laugh out of it but I was embarrassed. When I got home and washed it, it came out a little fluffier than usual. So maybe there is something to the joke about cum being good for a woman's hair.