I am sorry this will be more than one sentence. My Master ordered me to come here immediately and tell a story.

My fantasy would be going out for the evening with my husband. He has promised to take me to a new club. Once we enter the club I notice there is a small stage in the middle of the room surrounded by several men. There is a fishbowl on the stage full of scraps of paper.
My husband explains what type of club this is and orders me to go onto the stage and masturbate in front of the room full of men. I am to be sure everyone sees all of me.
When I am done and start to leave the stage my husband orders me to pull two slips of paper from the fishbowl. On the papers are the names of two men. Then men joins me on stage and ask me "how do I want to be fucked!"
I look at my husband thinking this is some sort of sick joke but he commands me to answer the question. As I cry I tell the men I would prefer to be on my hands and knees while one straddles me from behind and I go down on the other.
Eventually my tears subside and I become lost in the moment. Once they are finally done and leave the stage my husband asks me if I would like todo this again. Before my mind can think my mouth says yes and two new men begin to fuck me on the stage.
Finally they finish and I know I have had enough. I start to leave the stage but my husband grabs my hand and hold me on the stage. He orders me to grab three names from the fishbowl. I refuse so he draws the names for me. I cry in pain as three men are mounting me at once. I almost choke as my crying is making it difficult to breath.
After they finish my husband climbs onto the stage with the fishbowl in his hands. He stands above me and places his foot on my back assuring I can not get up but I am too tired and weak to get up even if he wasn't there.
Once again three names are drawn.
Names are drawn until every man in the room has had his turn with me. I am exhausted and covered with the cum of strangers when my husband finally says I am finished.
"Come slut" he says as I crawl naked out to our car but I am grossly sticky with the cum of a room full of strangers. My husband will not let me stain the upholstery of the car so he orders me to climb into the trunk.
I do as he commands. I am exhausted, humiliated and numb beyond belief. I begin to think of myself as a slut destined to be owned by any man.
Once we finally arrive home he will not let me enter the house. He does not want the smell of many other men enter his house. He turns on the garden hose and washes me down with it. He is washing me in the driveway with cold water just as if he were washing one of the cars.
I now know I am just a possesion that will be destined to perform at his commands.

I am so sory I wrote this long story here. I know it is not what the thread is about but I must make my master happy. I am trying to earn his respect. I want to be a slut destined to serve him in any manner he pleases.