They stopped letting me sleep in the bed.
Thursday night they put a thin mattress on the living-room floor and clipped the leash to a heavy ring they’d screwed into the wall. That was my place now—open, available, always within reach. When one of them wanted me he only had to walk over, unclip the leash or leave it on, and take whatever hole he felt like using.
I woke up Friday morning with a c**k already sliding into my cunt.
Whoever it was f****d me slow and deep while the rest of the apartment woke up around us. I came before I was fully conscious, shaking under him, and he finished with a low groan before pulling out and leaving me leaking onto the mattress. The next one took his place before I could even close my legs.
By midday the count was twenty.
Men I knew and men I’d never
