Stacy had gotten her dress and knew that I had the final say in what she wore. She was my sub and today we're going out to wine and dine, or at least that is what she thought…

She came into the living room dressed in a bra, panties and high heels. She chooses these things because I want to let her please me with her lingerie choice. 

She stood there and waited for my approval with a smirk on her face. She seemed very eager to go out tonight and wanted to do everything in her power to have a great night.

I stared at her, examining her up and down. Then I motioned her to turn around and, very obediently, she turned, letting me see all of her. She was slim with a tight ass and beautiful average size boobs but her bra makes them bigger.

I gave her a nod which signaled to her to grab her dress.

Next she grabbed the dress and took it off the hanger. She put the dark blue dress on and you could see her squirm trying to not make the dress ride up. It was short and went right above her mid thigh. 

I smiled and stood up. I slowly walked towards her… looked in her eyes, hands drifting down her hips and slowly leaning in to kiss her. Close enough to feel her warmth, I give her a kiss, both passionate and tender. 

I ask, “How do you feel?”

“Vulnerable, but powerful…” she responds. 

“Good” I say as I tug at her dress and let it go, letting it snap back at her 

“Ahhh ow” she says as she chuckles.

After, we headed to the car and drove to the restaurant. I asked her to drive which was unusual because I always drove.

I admired her in the driver seat, which led to us making eye contact. She smiled and turned back to the road.

My hand drifted to her thigh feeling the fabric of the dress hug her thigh. And then it drifted up higher under her dress… 

She started to smile and chuckle, followed by her saying, “Wha-  what are you doing?” 

“Spread them…” I responded. 

She spread her legs for me to reach for what was mine.

I felt her pussy, wet with excitement, eager to please…

Her bottom lip dropped with a gasp as her hole was being played with. “Sir, I can’t drive while you’re doing that.”

“Shh, I know you love it…” I say as my fingers drifted along her slit. 

“Yes I d- mmmm,” she said, unable to finish her sentence. “Oh my- ok ok”

“Be a good wife and just drive…” I responded.

“Yes sir…”

I began to finger her cunt starting with one finger and moving on to 2 fingers. My thumb would rub her clit when I put my fingers all the way in.

“OH MY GAWD SIR!!!” She exclaimed as she closed her legs and jerked forward. The car swerved ever so slightly. I took my free hand and put it over her mouth and pinned her head to the seat. I could see her trying to feel the pleasure and see what I was doing but she had to focus on driving.

“This is what I wanted, Stacey. I wanted to see you struggle… struggle to feel the pleasure and see reality. Struggle to choose your pussy over the task at hand. Do you understand? “

“Ye-, yes sir. Mmmm sir please can I pull over?”

“Why?”

“Because I need to be fucked Sir. I need to cum.”

“Pull over…”

She pulls into a parking lot and immediately reaches for my belt. She knows that it pleases her to please me. She unbuckles my pants and takes out my cock. At this point my cock was rock hard and 7in. It popped right out; it was veiny and ready to be sucked. She looks up with eyes full of excitement, “May I sir? I need your cock so bad sir. My mouth aches for it.” 

I give her a head nod signaling to go on.

She takes the tip in her mouth and starts to use her whore hole to do what it does best. 

After a few strokes in her mouth, I become impatient. I take her head and press it down to the base of my cock. I hear her gag, see her eyes water and then roll back in her head. She knows what I like to see…

She pulls out her tits and pulls up her dress. She pulls down her panties to her mid thigh and continues to suck. Each time she goes down I feel the back of her throat and again I push her head a little further until I hear her gag and feel her throat move. I give her her worth. 

“Next,” I say. That’s her cue to move to the next hole. She moves to the back seat and takes off her panties. I see her widen her legs and there it is… Her pussy glistening as she rubs it gently. Eager to be used. 

I move to the back seat. 

I insert my cock in her and she lets out a moan.

“Mmmohhh fuck yes,” she says. She grabs and clamps her hands to my shirt and bring me in closer. “Yeesss, fuck me, please fuck me like a whore!”

I give her what she asks for…

“Ohhhhmmyyygawd yessss, just like that sir!” She takes my cock deep and I pound her like a she hasn’t been fucked in months. I feel her pussy tighten with pleasure. She lets out a gasp as she cums and let’s out a loud moan. I silence her with a hand on her mouth and continue to fuck her. I feel her nails dig into my skin which makes me fuck her harder and more rough. I take my hand and grab her throat and fuck her with intense hate just to see her eyes roll back.

30 minutes later, after she cums 2x. It’s my turn

Right before I cum, I take out my cock and tell her to grab her panties. She cups her panties and watches as I drop my load in her panties. She was disappointed for the cum to be wasted in her panties rather than her mouth. After I cum in her panties and then tell her to put them on. Right before she does, she takes her finger, wipes her panties and takes some of the load I dropped in her panties to her mouth. She tastes and then she swallows savoring the sample.

She chuckles like she enjoys being watched as a slut.

I drive us to the restaurant and we get out of the car. I see her stumble as she get out. I walk next to her to grab her hand but to my surprise, she holds my arm like she is going to fall down. She gives me a smile and lays her head on my shoulder. I give her a kiss on her forehead and we go into the restaurant.

As we walk in, a young lady greets us and tells my wife, “Miss, you have a white stain on your dress,”

Stacey and I look at each other and both smile…

Martha was tired. She was a secretary for a big important man, in a big important building, at a big important company. The job paid well but it wasn’t as interesting, or as sexy, as she had hoped. Somedays while scheduling meetings and writing emails, she daydreamed about working as a secretary to her fiancé and having him invite her to his office and locked the door behind them so no one would interrupt their “meeting”. He’d slide everything off his desk tossing her up onto it. He’d spread her legs and being pleasantly surprised she wasn’t wearing underwear under her short skirt, she never did around him. He’d have his way with her, devouring her pussy as she tried not to moan out so the office couldn’t hear. Their love would have been forbidden after all. Her real boss was not nearly as attractive, not even worth daydreaming about on her most boring days.

She held herself as a very professional woman, always on time, showing up with her hair in a bun and wearing a pencil skirt, she would make small talk to her coworkers around the coffee pot but never stayed too long as she always had some work she was supposed to be doing.

Martha was tired. Overworked and under fucked she’d joke to herself. She moved to the city to find excitement but found nothing but paperwork. While she had her fiancé, she always felt guilty because her work consumed so much of her energy that she was too tired to do much but sleep when she got home. She spent most of her days cooped up in the stuffy office all day, so she always enjoyed her lunch break. Not just as a break from the monotonous busy work that was expected of her, but as an excuse to get outside and get some air. Ironically it was only after starting work as a secretary in the city did, she learned to appreciate nature. She always looked forward to spending her time in a little park by the office.

It was a sunny day, but there was a chill in the air and a slight breeze made the autumn leaves dance on the trees. Despite the weather, she managed to stay warm. She took out a thermos of soup from her bag and felt at peace as she ate and watched the people stroll by on the path. She was more than enjoying herself until she noticed something, or rather someone, two little eyes peeking out from the bush. Everyone walked past and never seemed to notice, but under the brush, Martha could make out what looked like the face of a young girl. Martha put her soup back in her bag and took a few steps closer to the girl. She watched the face dart back into the darkness.

“It’s okay Hun, I’m not going to hurt you,” Martha said calmly, kneeling down and holding out a hand for the child, “Are you lost, where are your parents?”

A small hand poked out from the branches, beckoning Martha to follow.

Martha took the child’s hand and was led into the woods. The child was wearing a dirty tattered dress and looked to be shivering.

“Are you taking me to your parents?” Martha asked confused as to where they were going but still following the young girl. The girl said nothing and kept walking, holding Martha’s hand to lead her along.

Martha wasn’t sure where she expected to go, maybe a tent or makeshift shelter, never was she expecting the girl to take her out of the woods and lead her towards a furniture store.

“Are your parents in there?”

The child still gave no reply only tightened her grip on Martha’s hand as she marched into the store. Martha was exceptionally confused and worried about why the girl was leading her into a rather classy furniture store. People looked over their shoulders, trying not to make it obvious, but their stares pierced Martha to the core. She didn’t blame them, they were quite the odd sight to behold, a businesswoman being dragged by a dirty child through a fancy store would make anyone curious.

The child pulled her over to the section where all the beds were located, luckily there weren’t any people in this area yet. The girl found a large canopy bed and pushed Martha through the curtains with seemingly inhuman strength.

“What are you doing?” Martha asked with fear in her voice.

The child climbed up onto the bed and blinked, revealing fiery orange eyes like a cat, and a long-forked tongue spilled from the monster’s mouth. This was no innocent girl. Martha watched in horror as horns sprouted from the child’s head, her skin appeared to burn up, a tail grew from behind, and her shoes fell away to reveal a pair of cloven hoofs. The imp crawled up onto Martha’s chest and grabbed her hand, its long prehensile tongue wrapping around her finger, sliding her engagement ring off. It held the ring with its tongue, taunting her with it, before throwing its head back, tossing the ring into the air, catching it with its mouth, and gulping it down.

Martha gasped out in anguish at the sight of losing her ring. Martha tried to sit up some force seemed to be holding her down. The imp wagged a finger in her face as if to say no. She watched the little demon make its way down between her legs and up her skirt. She felt a new hole being torn in her leggings and the creature’s hot breath between her thighs. The imp begins kissing and licking her inner thighs as Martha struggles against the imp’s paranormal bondage.

Hot and wet she feels a tongue slip between the lips of her pussy, drawn like a magnet to her clit. The imp’s infernal tongue was hot and left a fiery tingling sensation on her clit that made her groan out and squirm. Martha managed to grab a pillow to pull over her face to quiet her moans, but it was little use. The imp wrapped its tongue around her clit and began to suck. The stimulation was so much and so intense, Martha bit down on the pillow trying not to cause a scene but she noticed silhouettes began to gather around the bed, looking inwards. The demon, being a devilish little creature listened to her moans and acted accordingly. Martha felt the imp begin to work its tongue in a pumping motion. The motion, the fiery tingly sensation, the suction, the imp had her exactly where it wanted and knew it. The imp wanted an audience.

Not being able to control herself, she howled out in ecstasy. Physically her body was overcome with pleasure, mentally, she was in horror as she watched one of the silhouettes grab and pull back the curtain, exposing her to the crowd that had gathered. The imp of course chose this time to double down on its sucking and licking. Martha’s legs shook uncontrollably as the creature brought her closer to the edge. She grabbed at the sheets, howling out in physical delight, the pillow doing nothing to quiet her. The crowd that had gathered watched on in horror, disgust, and arousal, or some mix depending on the individual. All, however, had their eyes glued to the scene before them, unable to look away.

Martha clawed at the bed, too overwhelmed with the sensations to even notice the ever-growing group of onlookers. The tiny demon between her legs was getting her so close, she could feel herself right on the brink of orgasmic bliss. But then nothing. The imp slowed its pace to nearly nothing just teasing her clit with the tip of its forked tongue. Mentally she came back to earth enough to understand what was going on around her and looked up at the crowd with nothing but embarrassment on her face. She felt the imp lift up her skirt, exposing her to the entire flock to see. The imp curled its tongue back into its wicked maw and lashed out at her, flogging her clit with its whiplike tongue. Martha cried out in pain and embarrassment, the sting of the whipping tongue pushing her to the brink of tears. She sobs out in a mix of pain and pleasure, so aroused she can barely comprehend the world around her. The demon began to lap at her pussy hungrily, causing any worry she had to melt away as a new feeling of ecstasy flowed through her. The intense stimulation, then nothing, then even more stimulation was torment. She continued to sob out unknowingly, her body wholly and entirely overstimulated.

The gathered crowd saw Martha lying there no longer, trying to silence herself with the pillow as it had proven useless. They watched as the little creature pleased her with its face under her skirt and its tail flicking about in delight. They were transfixed to the spot, unsure of if they should intervene or even if they could. However, with the sounds Martha was making she certainly sounded like she was enjoying herself.

And she certainly was enjoying herself. She kicked and screamed out, so, so, so, very close to orgasm but the little devil wouldn’t let her. Martha didn’t know how much more she could take. The pleasure, the edging, it was too much. She didn’t care about anything at all at that moment, she was floating in a sea of pain and pleasure, so desperate to cum. Finally, the imp let her. Martha’s legs shook uncontrollably. She clawed at the sheets trying to hang onto something as if this wave of pleasure that washed over her would pull her away. Her back arched as she thrust her hips in the air to try to lose the demon who kept sucking. She howled out, screaming to the whole store that she was in total orgasmic bliss. She lost what little control of her body she had left as she thrashed about on the bed crying out in delight.

She felt the little imp take its horned head out from under her skirt and heard its hoofs clomp across the floor as it ran out of the building. A man tried to help Martha to her feet, but her legs felt like Jello, and she collapsed back into his arms. She took a while to rest on the bed to regain her composure. Shockingly she didn’t feel particularly worried that the entire store watched her get eaten out by a demon, or that she had taken far too long of a break and was late for work. She relaxed on the bed still overcome with pleasure from the fiery little imp.

You maybe craving abuse, pain and degradation but I assure you, it's nothing compared to the hunger I feel. A raw hunger for fuck meat that can't be satiated until you're completely used and there's nothing left for me to consume. I want to consume you, your body and mind alike. I want to see you squirm, hear you pant and feel your heart beat in your chest as I whip screams out of you. I will let you scream first, make it easier to go through the pain but slowly it would become difficult. I will muffle your mouth so moaning and whimpering would be all that you could do.

You will start by plugging your ass and you on all 4s, your necklace collar hanging from your neck, your hair loose and tits swaying as you crawl towards me. I bend and make you look up at me. I slap you "What do you exist for?". You look at me anxiously, desperately trying to think but your mind just turns off with a slap now. "Sir..", you mumble before I slap you again once on each cheek and repeat my question "What do you exist for?" I stand up and feel your cunt. It's wet already so I shove my fingers deep in your pussy and fuck it with my fingers. I then choke your throat from the front again. If you answer right, you will get to taste yourself and if wrong, me. "What do you exist for?" "I don't know, Sir", you look at my cock with your mouth opening wide, waiting for me to fuck your mouth but I spit in it instead. I spit on your face too for being a needy cunt.

"What do you exist for?" I ask again. You look at me like a fuck pet desperate for a treat. "Aww, dumb little bitch. Let me give you a hint". I ask you to crawl to the other end of the room and bring me a metal ruler. You will put your hands behind your back and your face on the ground where it belongs. I spank your ass, harder and harder slowly so that you don't notice. It shines brighter with and your moans turn to crying and whimpering with each hit. "Aww, does it hurt?" I ask again as I notice your ass bruise up. You say yes while you cry with pain. "Good. What do you exist for?" I ask. Still crying, you barely manage to say "To be hurt, Sir".

I drop the ruler and rub your pussy while I tell you to wipe and taste your tears. With my hand wet with your juices, I grab your hair and make you kneel. I lick and taste your tear stained face while you eye my wet hand. "Hmm, nice and salty but you need to cry more for them to taste better". I slap you twice on the each cheek and then choke your throat before finally stuffing your face with my fingers covered in your juices. You lick it clean, thirsty little cunt. You gasp for air but you don't stop licking until all my fingers are clean.

I bend you over, an obedient collared bitch and grab the ends of your hair like a leash. I jerk off while I walk you around with your tongue out, drooling all over the house. I sometimes stop to hold your face and look into your eyes, "Who's my collared bitch?" You respond with "I am, Sir" almost as if you're wagging your tail and clench on your plug harder. I slap you on the cheeks and make it easier for you to "blush". You look so pretty now. I shove my fingers down that proud smile and force your mouth open to spit in it. "Thirsty little bitch..!" I whisper and continue to walk you around.

[to be continued]

• Premise: Office girl gets punished by burglar for accidentally locking herself in the building
• Tags: [MF] [Noncon] [Male Dom] [Female POV] [First Person] [Bound] [Humiliation] [Spanking]
• Note: Feel free to give me your feedback, I would like to improve on my writing skill and speed.

For Context: Read Part 1 of the story first.

"Not only are you a dumb bitch but you are also a slut. Sluts don't wear bras when they go to work." Bobby insists with this logic, and my topless self can only meekly nod in agreement even when his remarks sting me.

"Introduce yourself again and call yourself a dumb bitch and a slut. Do it with a smile too." He commands.

"My name is Annie and I'm a dumb bitch and a slut!" I parrot his request with a cheerful voice as best as I can, only noticeably breaking the feel of the cheerfulness at that last word. He chuckles, clearly enjoying what he's seeing and hearing so far.

"Good slut." He pats my head from behind like I'm a dog. How far does Bobby intend to go with me? It seems that this is far from over yet.

"Now take off your skirt and panties." I hesitate for more than a few reasonable seconds, and this time his two hands grabs my breasts and pinch both of my nipples hard. I jump and gasp in pain, but my cunt muscles also jerk in response as well - I can almost feel my clit rubbing against the silky material of my panties.

"I won't repeat twice, take off your skirt and panties," he repeats into my ear, this time with a higher volume in his voice. At the same time he is roughly manhandling my breasts. Despite my misgivings, I am learning that there are consequences to not complying with this stranger's orders in time. This is completely logical - When my boss asks me to do something, I need to get started on it immediately. Same with what Bobby demands of me. He releases his hands and I hear him step back, clearly expecting me to make my move.

Yes, from now onwards I don't need to be told twice what to do. My skirt quickly drops on the floor and my panties slides off my legs before I step out of them. I am now fully naked and exposed to this criminal. My head still spins a little from accustoming to my new boss so quickly. Bobby whistles his approval and I almost can feel his breath getting shallow when he sees my full submission. Just like he did to my shirt, his knife tears into my skirt such that I can no longer wear it. I stare forlornly at my ruined clothes, knowing that when this is all over, I will eventually need to walk out naked pleading to be rescued. Strangely, that thought of it sounds so hot, and my pussy is anticipating how degrading of a position I already am and will soon be.

Bobby's hand reached down and grabs my pussy, and I gasp at the sudden sensation of his fingers pushing into my vagina. If my face isn't already fully burning red before, I'm sure it is now. I obediently just stand there and let his fingers have his way with me for a minute, after which he pulls out and wipes his fingers on my face, and I feel my own wetness.

"You are getting wet from all this," He derisively smirks as he seemingly ponders on his next command.

"Now introduce yourself, call yourself a dumb slut who likes to get naked. Say it with a smile."

He's laughing, not caring about the tears that start to roll down my cheeks, when I put on what's probably a comically wide smiling face while the words "My name is Annie and I am a dumb slut who likes to be naked!" unbelievably left my mouth.

"Jump up and down until I tell you to stop, I want to see your tits jiggle!"

I did that too. He makes me do this for nearly two minutes until my tits hurt from all that jiggling.

Bobby tells me he's giving me a break as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a pile of rope. I am not sure why is that considered a break, but I suppose he means I no longer need to do or say anything for now, since he binds my hands together and stuffs my mouth with my own panties. He brusquely pushes me onto my knees while my hands thrust forward on the floor, my ass sticking out before him. My pussy is radiating heat, somehow I'm aching with anticipation of whatever, possibly worse, that will be coming. How? How can I be enjoying such treatment? My boyfriend, always a gentleman, treats me with respect be it in public or in bed. And here I'm being sexually humiliated in what's supposed to be a decent environment, and yet I strangely yearn for more.

"Dumb Annie, I think you deserve a good fingering in your pussy after obeying all my commands so far," he starts, and before I can mindlessly mutter a muffled "thank you" through the panties in my mouth, he almost gleefully adds, "but every minute of fingering you also get a minute of spanking, round after round until you climax..."

"Nod your head, my slut, if you want me to finger you." And... Ignoring my own shame in this situation, I nod eagerly, giving him the go-ahead to further debase me.

I close and throw back my head, my body fluttering with increasing pleasure as his huge fingers dig into the soft folds of my pussy. Bobby has this magical way with his fingers when he rubs against either my clit or vagina, and being already moist only helps enhances the sensation and makes me even wetter than before. And as he promises, his one minute or so of fingering would suddenly stop and his hand would lay down hard on my ass for the next minute. The way his fingers are intentionally positioned, they still continue to make contact with my pussy on each spank. Therefore making me alternatively moan whenever he's fingering me and then cry through my gag as his painful smacking teases my dripping wet pussy at the same time.

Eventually I can no longer hold back and I arch my back, crying as my climax overwhelms me. My first experience cumming at the hands of someone other than my lover - From a good old spanking too.

My senses return only to realize that during the midst of my intense sensations Bobby has shed his jacket and pulled off his own pants. I look back and my new boss is softly and obscenely stroking his fully erect cock behind me. I gasp again, both at the size and the forbidden feeling of it all. I am unable to respond properly but I know that inevitable moment's arriving whether or not I like it. He grabs my hips and pulls back, his hard cock easily sliding into my now well-lubed pussy.

"This is your punishment, slut, for failing me." I close my eyes and just savor the feeling of him riding me. At this moment I can only agree with him - It is wrong for me to interfere with his burglary just like it is wrong for me not to submit my report in time. Now I am just facing the consequences, and I have to enjoy it.

I've never been filled with a cock of such length and girth before! Frankly, he rides me hard, his own moan following every deep thrust I am receiving. This is overwhelming for me: A would-be burglar thoroughly stripping me of all my dignity before he forcibly fucks me. I no longer care that I'm now some submissive girl on my hands and knees, nor do I care what else is happening around me, my only next task is to welcome my inevitable second climax. His thrusts get faster and harder, and my stifled moans are in sync with his every stroke, his every moan.

When that moment arrives, I am trembling hard, the gag barely holding back my pent-up scream of lust. This is even stronger than the first one Bobby affords me, and I black out. I think I vaguely recall Bobby pounding me all the way to the finish line, with him shouting his climax very shortly after pushing me over the edge. The back of my mind rings out a warning that I always made my boyfriend wear a condom whenever we fucked... Too late for that. Right now I am just thoroughly satisfied and I can't care less that I might be in trouble just because today's not my safe day.

By the time I wake up from my orgasmic stupor, I am alone again. My hands are still tied up, my panties are still in my mouth, and my knees are a little too sore to get up for the time being. I curse, noting that Bobby didn't even bother to free me when he makes his getaway. How long am I going to stay here? The whole night? Until the first staff member on Friday morning arrives and see me tied up like this, upon which I have to explain that I was raped by a burglar? I lay down on the ground, tired, helpless, with some sense of loss.

Or maybe I won't have to stay that long? Because another guy just climb in through the window and is now staring at me. My head looks ahead and I can see him leering at what's between my open legs.

"Hello there baby, I'm supposed to be ransacking this place after the scout gives the go-ahead. He told me there's nothing valuable to steal here but at least there's a whore free for fucking. I guess you must be the consolation prize," he laughs.

"Well, well, this must be some sick game you are playing with your boss eh?" He laughs as he unzips his pants. I still can't respond properly, so whatever I try to convey between the panties in my mouth would just confirm what he accuses me of.

I lean up to look on my right side of the ground where this new stranger is staring at. Bobby, that asshole new boss who just owned me earlier on, wrote on the floor in bright red marker ink: "I am Annie, please fuck me in any way you like for the whole night".

I groan in dismay as the second man gets naked and ready to violate me - likely unprotected as well. Worse, from my throbbing pussy I know I would be pushed to yet another climax when he is having his way with me. And I really don't want to hear his next words.

"You can call me Charlie. Can't take my own sweet time though. David and Edwards are still waiting behind!"

THE END

Peeping Tom Part 1

You are in the middle of some house chores you planned to do today and you notice a smudge on the window. So, naturally, you decide to grab some windex and clean it.

As you clean the smudge you see a car across the street which does not look unusual until you look inside. The windows are down and you see a man with his head back and what seems to be another head with a ponytail bobbing up and down. Puzzled, you start to focus your vision on him.

Surprised, you let out a gasp, followed by a thought… ‘Are they… I mean is she… is she giving him a blowjob in the car?…’

‘Oh my…’ you think as the hand of the man forces her head down more. ‘I don’t think I should be watching this but… but I can’t seem to turn away.’

You stare as they continue this sexual act in front of the neighbors house. ‘What if someone sees them? Does she care? People will think she is a slut’

‘I mean I would… I mean… I wonder how big his cock is and how big a mouth would have be to take it?’

With these thoughts your hand drifts to your tits and you start to rub your nipples. You think about how you could please him and the arousal from the adrenaline rush of sucking his cock in the open like her. The same adrenaline that courses through you as you stand there in the open window watching them, playing with your tits.

You take off your shirt, having no bra underneath, exposed from the waist up and begin to play with your tits again, wondering how much of a slut you would be if you did that. The thought of being caught only arouses you more.

As you play with your tits, the other hand drifts down to your inner thigh to rub it and then retreats to your pussy rubbing it outside your leggings. ‘This is wrong’ you think but you can’t stop. You feel yourself getting wetter as each and every thought comes through your mind.

You bite your lip as the man begins to reach for the girl's ass and gives it a nice slap.

That does the trick… You take your hand and shove it in your pussy underneath your black leggings and your black thong. Your pussy is already wet and eagerly anticipating your orgasm.

At this point, you have forgotten about your tits and have focused solely on your pussy. Unaware of anyone else who might see you. You take your free hand and use it as support in the window as you hunch over naturally and feel the pleasure coming from your pussy.

As your orgasm intensifies, you lock eyes with the man and he notices you in the window. He sees your eyes filled with lust and dopamine, your nipples erect and sensitive, your hand in your pants and your fingers bringing you pleasure.

He begins to smile and immediately leans his head back in pleasure as he finishes in the girls mouth and holds her on his cock while she takes his load.

That’s when you fill your orgasm tip and rush through your skin, brain, and legs. Your back arches and your head swings back as you let out a soft moan. Your breath gets slower and deeper. This time giving you goosebumps as the man makes eye contact again.

You come back to reality and gain your composure. Your breath comes back to normal again as you refocus your thoughts.

The girl gets out of the car and your hand comes out of your pants. Just then, the man motions you to taste yourself…

You don’t know why but you obey. You don’t know this man and he just commanded you and you obeyed.

You know what he’s thinking… ‘What a dirty slutty minded woman’…

Just then you get a text from the girl… your neighbor…

It reads “enjoy the show?”…

This story was originally written in my mother tongue German and is auto translated. Please forgive some strage translation errors - I did not have a mother tongued proofread. PM me for the German version, if interested. Send me a corrected English version if you are mother tongued and like to invest the time. Warning: This Story is not for the faint of heart. Any Feedback is welcome. Currently there are 3 parts and I am about to post the other parts, if I get some positive feedback on this one. If you are interested in sharing story Ideas or are interested in co-writing, I'm looking forward to get your PM.

Part #1

It was wet and cold when she left the terminal. And now it got dark again far too quickly. Anna was just annoyed. First flight from New York was delayed and Karl from the agency couldn't pick her up from Frankfurt anymore because he had to go to that stupid children's birthday party. 

"Come on Anna - just take a taxi," said Karl on the phone. "And tomorrow you just let your feet dangle. Jenny can also do the shooting in Düsseldorf, okay?"

Anna just thought, what a creep, why isn't he coming to pick me up?

So she called a taxi. The driver got all the suitcases in the trunk. 

The driver looked at her lustfully from under his baseball cap. Scrubby guy, full beard, beer belly. She was used to it, but hated it. Of course, she looked extremely sexy in her designer dress, high heels, long legs and plunging neckline that showed almost more than it hid. Even without the shoes she was 1.80 m tall and yes, she was very slim and had quite large breasts for a model. Fashion and perfume companies paid up to $50,000 a day for a body like that.

Of course she could also put on a jogging suit for the flight home and not put on make-up, but if a photo like that got into the hands of the Bild newspaper - it's hard to imagine.

“Where are you going, my pretty one?” asked the driver, grinning.

Anna rolled her eyes, gave him the address of her penthouse in Frankfurt City and the two drove off. Anna closed her eyes and dozed off.

After a while the car wobbled dangerously and when Anna looked up she could see that she had turned onto a forest path. She screamed "Hey!", but then she noticed that the driver was wearing a gas mask and the gas was already flowing upwards from the footwell. The last thing Anna remembered was trying to open the car door but finding it locked.

Anna woke up and first felt the pain in her pussy. Someone was fucking her from behind while her upper body was bent over on a surface. Her legs were on the floor and her arms were tied to the side of the slab further down. She also couldn't move her legs. She also couldn't see anything and only heard terribly loud death metal music on headphones. She felt the wood directly beneath her. Apparently she was lying prone on a massive table with her hands and legs tied to the table legs. Her eyes were tightly blindfolded and she was fucked hard and fast and deep. She was in pain. Not just in her dry pussy, which had just been fucked raw, but also on her thighs and in her armpits, where she rubbed against the edges of the table with every thrust. She tried to scream and then realized that this last freedom had been taken away from her because there was a gag in her mouth.

As the thrusts became slower but even harder, and she felt the warm liquid in her music, she was almost glad that it was finally over, expecting to finally be untied and perhaps even released. Now that the disgusting taxi driver had satisfied himself with her, she hoped he would lose interest and abandon her somewhere. But at that moment she felt something cold being roughly shoved into her hole and suddenly everything in her abdomen just became cold. Apparently she had her pussy rinsed out with a water hose. The hose was pulled out after a few seconds and to her shock it was replaced by a cock again. It felt different than before. Was that another man? He clasped her hips where her body bent over the table and pulled himself deep into her with one thrust. This man was slower, but with each thrust he reached the limit and pushed her cervix into her uterus. At least it was a little wetter now from the water, but she had to scream into her gag with every thrust. While this man finally came, he grabbed her long, brown hair in a bunch and pulled her head back so that her whole body was pressed even further onto his cock. After he pulled it out, she felt something hit her left ass cheek with force. At first Anna wondered what it was, but then the pain came. Someone must have hit her ass with full force. Or was that even a whip?

She didn't have long to think about it because she was washed out again with ice-cold water and it was the next man's turn. He was very brutal, pulled her hair and choked her again and again. During the nights she would hit the same spot on her back over and over again until she was sure she was bleeding. Over time, her unheard cries turned into howls and then whimpers. She no longer knew how many men raped her and had also lost all sense of time. It was just pain. As before, she couldn't see or hear anything, she could only feel and felt only pain and absolute humiliation. 

Then there was a long pause after washing out and she hoped with every fiber of her being that it would finally be over, but it got even worse. A slippery liquid was rubbed onto her butthole and then she felt first one finger and then two or even more enter her ass. And when the men fucked Anna again one after the other, only this time in the ass, whole new worlds of pain emerged for Anna. Then, after a while, it seemed to her that she only felt everything dimly. Only the cold water in her intestines after each pass brought her back to brutal reality. Then she finally passed out.

Thanks to Viagra, some of the 20 men in the room had already fucked Anna for the third time by then. Anna lay unconscious on the table, her hands and legs tied to the table legs. Her whole back, but especially her ass, was red and full of small wounds. The men turned off their cameras, pulled out the memory cards and tossed them into a slot in the wall and gave friendly greetings towards a mirrored window on the long side of the room.

The man in the black suit behind the mirrored window grinned slightly and rubbed his hands. On his tablet, he entered into a spreadsheet titled "Anna": "December 6th: Gang rape with sensory deprivation - 5 hours 32 minutes to unconsciousness - no permanent wounds - 40+ hours of footage from 5 handheld and 3 mounted cameras "

Anna woke up in a cell. It was warm and she was lying on a bed under a blanket. The door on one side of the small room had a hatch at the bottom. On the floor by the door was some bread and a bottle of water. She wanted to reach for the water, but as soon as she moved, she felt her battered body shower her with pain. In the hours (or days) that followed, she drifted back and forth into a saving sleep, only to wake up to find herself back in this small cell with a bed, a table, a toilet and a lamp and a camera on the ceiling. Slow healed their wounds. Every now and then there was a salad on the floor or even some cheese. Anna was desperate and cried a lot. She screamed and banged on the door, but was somehow happy to be left alone for so long. She was naked with only the blanket surrounding herself, assuming the camera on the ceiling wasn't a dummy. She hadn't heard or seen anyone yet and could only imagine how much time had passed. She guessed that she spent about 3 days in this cell until she found a piece of paper next to the food that said in bold letters: 

"Now lie on the bed, show your cunt to the camera and slide four fingers in." "Stay like this until you hear a sound."

She was confused. Then she heard a countdown "10...9...8"..."

The last thing Anna wanted and could do now was spread herself out and shove 4 fingers into her pussy in front of the camera. She stood there frozen, unable to do anything. 

"7...6...5...4...3...2...1...Cunt 43 did not follow instructions...please take action"

At that moment gas came through the door flap. Anna screamed, immediately lay down on the bed and tried desperately to stick her fingers into her pussy, but by then she had already drifted off. 

She woke up tied to the wooden table again. She was fucked hard again. Again she couldn't see anything and heard this loud music in her ears. Anna screamed loudly into the gag and pulled desperately at the restraints. She tried with all her strength to stand up, tried to use every little space she had left to move, arched her back, wriggled like a fish on the slaughterhouse. Her head rose up and snapped down, wanting to wiggle the headphones off her head. She was a naked, pretty one Anger and it didn't matter to her now whether she rubbed her skin raw on her bonds or whether the edges of the table found the bruises from the last gang rape as she convulsed. She couldn't allow herself to go through this torture again.

She noticed that the cock was sliding on her pussy and saw this as a success. But just a few seconds later, an incredible pain ran through her body, starting from her pussy. Every muscle in her body glowed with pain and everything tensed and twitched. This state lasted what felt like 5 seconds for Anna, but it was actually only a second, then the electric shocker that had previously shocked her between her pussy and asshole was removed again. Everything in her relaxed and she had to take a big breath, which was very difficult for her with the gag in her mouth. This was the worst pain Anna had ever experienced in her 23 years of life and she was now lying on the table in complete exhaustion, still twitching a little and her head hanging forward. She understood that this was a punishment and also that it was a punishment to be on that table again. 

The man behind the mirror looked at the spectacle and was looking forward to seeing this scene again in the later video compilation and was sure that the others would like it too.

Anna began to understand that whenever she resisted or didn't do what was asked of her, things only got worse. A man entered her again and fucked her hard. Again she was washed with cold water between the men. Only this time they didn't wait until the second round to fuck her in the ass too, they changed holes often and she never knew where it would hurt next time a man pulled his cock out of her. She tried to be as passive as possible and let it happen, tried to immerse herself in another world, but the cold water, the blows, the pain in her sore openings kept pulling her suddenly back into the brutal reality. This time she didn't last as long as the last time and after a little over 4 hours she drifted completely into unconsciousness.

And again Anna woke up in the cell. Apparently she had been washed and her wounds had been rubbed with ointment and plasters had stuck to some of the open areas. Again she was left alone for some time and given food. This time a little earlier, the same piece of paper with the same message was next to the food and the countdown began again. This wasn't even at 5 when Anna was already lying on the bed and had actually managed, with great pain, to push the four fingers of her left hand into her pussy. She even lifted her pelvis towards the camera and tried to open her legs as wide as possible so that it was as visible as possible. Then she looked into the camera full of longing and despair and twitched as the countdown continued, to 4 and then to 3. But then the countdown stopped. Anna lay there trembling and pressed her hand firmly into her pussy. After a few minutes, a loud beep sounded. Anna preferred to keep her fingers in her pussy for a few more seconds before she finally pulled her hand out and crawled under her bedclothes, drenched in sweat and shaking.

For the next 3 meals the same message came again and again and it became almost routine for Anna to lie down, stick her hand in her pussy so the camera could see it clearly and wait for the sound.

Then a new message arrived along with a small packet of Vaseline:

"Now kneel on the bed, show your ass to the camera and push 2 fingers into your ass cunt and stay like that until you hear a sound."

This was new, but she quickly understood what was required. She had never put fingers up her ass before. This time the countdown started at 30 and she was relieved that she had a little more time for this task and was able to rub two of her fingers and her butthole thickly with Vaseline before she leaned forward on her knees and stretched her ass towards the camera slowly, with a pained face, pushed his fingers into her asshole as far as they would go. The countdown stopped at 12, but this time she had to wait 5 minutes for the sound.

The coming messages now demanded that they alternately shove fingers in their ass or pussy or even two in their ass and two in their pussy at the same time should. The messages now came every hour and were preceded by a small alarm tone - a few seconds before the note arrived. So she could prepare briefly and if she slept she had some time to wake up. In the meantime she had to push three fingers up her ass or stick her thumb into her pussy. Anna was happy that there was a little Vaseline every now and then and was always prepared by rubbing her pussy and asshole even before the next note arrived.

Then a fairly large dildo with cm markings was pushed through her mouth. Anna quickly smeared it with Vaseline that she had saved. The next message came straight after:

"You have 10 minutes to memorize the following text:

I'm Cunt 43. I'm a sex toy and I do everything I'm told. Every man can use me however he wants. Any man can use me whenever he wants. Every man can use me wherever he wants. I'm Cunt 43 and I'm a sex toy for men. I live only to give men what they want. If a man wants to see me suffer, I will endure anything. If a man wants to humiliate me, I will accept anything for him.

In 10 minutes you will hear a sound. Then push the dildo into your pussy up to the 15 cm mark and then say loudly and clearly to the camera what you have learned."

Anna was desperate. She was always a self-determined and valuable woman. It's not enough that she is being raped and humiliated here, now she should also verbally degrade herself. She knew what would happen if she didn't do it, so despite herself, she decided to learn the lines, what else did she have to do? She still hoped that this whole thing would eventually go away, that someone would use the videos to extort ransom money, and that she would be out of here soon. So she played along with these perverted games, trying not to lose her self-respect.

When the sound was heard after 10 minutes, Anna took the dildo and pushed it into her pussy up to the 15 cm mark and tried to do it so that the camera could see it. Then she began to recite the text while looking into the camera. But as she spoke, she suddenly found herself crying so hard and realized she couldn't say out loud that it was a sex toy without bursting into tears. She made another attempt: "I'm Cunt 43...", but at that moment a voice rang out: "Cunt 43 didn't repeat the basic rules correctly. Please take action."

"No, no, no, please, let me try again," she screamed desperately, but the dildo slipped out of her pussy. But then the gas came on again and she was gone.

Anna woke up and this time she wasn't bent over the table, but was sitting naked on a large wooden chair. Her hands were tied to the backs of the chair and her feet were also tied to the chair legs. There was also a leather strap around her waist, pinning her firmly to the chair. Anna felt something in her pussy and something in her ass. And then she felt the clamps on her nipples. This hurt very. Cables went from the terminals into a box. Cables also came out from under the chair and ran into the box. There was a monitor on the box. Anna continued to look around and found the room empty apart from a steel door.

The screen now said: "Read: I'm cunt 43." Below that, a timer was running backwards from 5. Anna was taken aback and confused. As the timer counted down, a sudden, insane pain shot through her. Her pussy, her ass but especially her nipples were electrified. Anna tried to scream, but her muscles were so tense that spit just flowed out of her mouth. After 5 seconds it was over and Anna was shaking and staring at the monitor. Now she understood. The monitor was black but then the message “Read: I am cunt 43” appeared again and the timer started.

"I'm cunt 43," she quickly called into the empty room.

"Read: I'm a sex toy and I'll do whatever I'm told."

And she shouted it again. Like a machine gun, without even thinking about what she was saying. The pain in her nipples was still so noticeable and her whole womb still burned terribly. There was no way she wanted to experience that again. 

"Any man can use me however he wants."

More and more, she was shown the passages of text that she had already memorized and each time she shouted it out loud to the room so as not to have to feel the unbelievable pain of the electric shock again in these, her most sensitive places. At the end the text repeated itself from the beginning and Anna spent the next few hours reciting the text over and over again. After 10 hours she wasn't just heiser, but also more and more tired and thirsty. She no longer had to really look at the screen, as she now knew the text like no other and already knew the rhythm. But then it happened. Exhausted, her eyes closed for a second and she drifted into a microsleep. But the pain of the electric shock immediately ripped her out of it and catapulted her back to reality. When the pain was over and the screen was still black she begged:

"Please stop, I can't take it anymore. I can't take this anymore. I have money. You can have everything. I won't say anything, I promise. You can ask me anything, but please let me go. Please stop, please ...." - but then the next electric shock came. When it was over, Anna whimpered but started begging again: "You can't do that, ma..." and she shook again a further Electric shock. When it was over, she also understood that there was no point in talking. She would just be shocked again. So she looked at the screen and started reading out loud again "I'm Cunt 43. I'm a sex toy and I'll do whatever I'm told. Any man can use me however he wants. Any man can use me, whenever he wants. Every man can use me wherever he wants. I am cunt 43 and I am a sex toy for men. I only live to give men what they want everything If a man wants to humiliate me, I will accept anything for him."

After another 5 hours and now 10 more electric shocks, the monitor stopped working and Anna immediately fell asleep.

(Hi again! I'm a female sub writing about my fantasies. this story contains a very unrealistic depiction of a cam site, but more importantly it's about the dark fantasy scenario of kidnapping and permanent bondage. please don't read this if it could harm you.)

You load up a random site and aimlessly scroll, hovering the mouse over previews of different desperate sluts girls performing for the camera. Your other hand reaches for your fly, you pop the button open with a lazy thumb and zip your pants down just enough to reach in and casually stroke your cock.

Your phone vibrates with a text. Ugh. You glance for half a second at the notification that's lit up the screen before turning off the display and pushing it away in disgust. It's just your worst coworker. She's always trying to get you to pick up her shifts and take on her work. It's not like she couldn't easily pull her own weight, if she'd ever shut her big mouth and stop gossiping long enough to focus on a task.

Your mouth hovers over a cam preview showing a bitch woman strapping a huge red ballgag into her own mouth.

Now there's a thought... you smirk, imagining your shrew of a coworker drooling and grunting, all that worthless twittering properly muffled. Just a gag wouldn't be enough though. A slave person can just take off a gag if they aren't properly restrained.

You click the bondage tag, and see a thumbnail showing a fucktoy woman hogtied brutally tight. It looks like it's really uncomfortable. You grin. Yeah that's what your coworker needs. Squirming and squealing like a pathetic whore loser.

Fuck yeah. I mean, you're no sexist. You're a real feminist or whatever, all for equal rights for bitches women. But it's just a fact that some cunts women would be way better liked if a guy did everyone a favour and gagged their big mouths.

A cam stream catches your eye. "ROLEPLAY STREAM" it exclaims in all caps. I mean, duh. Everyone knows porn isn't real, what kind of idiot needs to be reminded that this is all a performance?

The description reads: "kidnapping roleplay stream. roleplay bidding in chat. auction roleplay of a freshly kidnapped bitch. tightly bound and gagged slave." The streaming account seems to specialize in these videos, in the suggested and related you can see their archived streams. They're behind quite a steep paywall for some reason, but they make it clear that this channel does streams like this regularly. All the ones they show are with different girls. It must be to keep the realism of the roleplay.

The thumbnail of the active stream shows a close-up of a slave girl looking pleadingly at the camera, her mouth wrapped in tape. A masculine hand is wrapped around her neck. You squeeze your cock, imagining your hand in its place.

Fuck it. You click.

The stream loads, and you see the set looks like the basement of a house. The girl from the thumbnail is tied to a pillar in the centre of the room on her knees. Her front is facing the pole, her torso tied brutally tight against it. You can see that she was wearing shorts and a blouse, but her shorts and panties have been pulled down and her blouse has been either cut or torn. The front of her bra was definitely snipped, it hangs uselessly off her shoulders, while her exposed breasts are forcibly squished on either side of the pillar.

It looks... extremely painful. You groan happily, slowly stroking your cock as you really take in the brutal predicament of this pathetic whore poor girl.

Her bondage doesn't end there. Her pretty wavy brown hair is gathered into a ponytail with rope and bound to her ankles, forcing her into a brutal arch. Her arms are folded into a harsh reverse prayer position and lashed to her body so tightly that you can see how the livid red rope marks in her skin.

The sounds she's making get your cock drooling precum. God she sounds so fucking miserable.

The lower half of her face is a fucking mask of duct tape. I mean, it's probably not duct tape for real. It has to be bondage tape or whatever. That stuff that only sticks to itself and not to hair or skin? Wrapping a whole roll of actual duct tape around a model's head would be way too rough. You're sure.

It sure looks like real duct tape though...you can see how tight it is. Her cheeks bulge where the edge presses into them and tears sparkle in her eyes. Her restraints are so tight all she can do is squirm and grunt. She must have something stuffed in her mouth. There's no way she doesn't. You'd think that she could just be a good actress, if it weren't for...you don't know. The gag just looks way too real. The pathetic heartbreaking sounds she's making couldn't be faked like that.

You're just dreamily wondering what she has in her mouth (socks? a rag? a pair of panties? a sponge? the possibilities are sexy and endless!) when a man walks into frame. He's wearing a black hood that hides his face. The cunt woman squeals and whimpers at his approach, squirming frantically in her restraints with every heavy step he takes towards her in his steel-toed boots. He chuckles so darkly it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up a little. God, this is good acting.

The chat seems really committed to the auction roleplay, they must all be regulars. It's full of "offers". You laugh at some of the numbers. I mean, roleplay is roleplay. You can say whatever ridiculous thing you want if you're playing pretend.

Some of the messages go more detailed, offering "reviews" of past "purchases" theyve made on stream. There seems to be a consensus that the "product" is "genuine", whatever that fucking means.

Onscreen, the masked man is pulling the slut's model's hair and roughly groping her tits. "I need some clamps for this cunt's nipples," he says. She moans in horror, before screaming into her gag as he slaps her breasts. He walks off camera again, presumably to grab the threatened clamps.

You roll your eyes at the continued barrage of boring stream comments. You understand the commitment to the roleplay but come on. Don't they deserve some feedback that's more interesting than a bunch of ridiculous fake bids?

You'll post something. Just some roleplay. It's fun, it'll help get you off. It's not a reflection of reality or anything like that. It doesn't mean anything.

You type: "Thanks for treating this whore the way she deserves. I know a lot of cunts who would serve the world better by being kidnapped and sold as male property. I'd love to keep their big mouths gagged." You press send.

The masked man comes onscreen again. Tears stream down the bitch's face as he roughly pinches her nipples and rolls them in his fingers. She's helpless to defend herself against the clover clamps that go on those slutty teats. Ha. What a pathetic cunt. The man attaches them so the chain connecting the clamps goes around the pillar. If she pulls too far back from it to try to get relief on the pain of it squishing her chest, the chain will pull on the clamps and hurt her fat tits anyway.

God, it's so perfect. You wish you had a bitch like that in YOUR basement right now.

Consensually, of course.

Just a roleplay. Just like this.

"Hey, you should hear this," a masculine voice comes from behind the camera. The masked dom looks away from his tit torture for a minute, and you listen in surprised embarrassment as the cameraman reads YOUR comment to him.

Geez, was it that bad? Ugh you were probably too horny to read the room and realize you shouldn't have broken the bidding war roleplay. Whatever. If they kick you out you still have enough material in your memory to finish jerking off.

The dom has pulled a phone out of his pocket, and is typing something. You brace yourself to get banned from the stream. A few seconds pass as he types.

A private message request appears on the corner of your stream. You open it.

"You have a bitch you want to do this to?" it says. "Give us her name and address."

This is just an extension of the roleplay, you tell yourself. You think of your coworker and your cock twitches in your hand. It's just roleplay.

You send your answer.

The response comes quickly, like it was already written out in anticipation of your positive response.

"Based on the quality of your lead we'll be in touch soon about a potential job opportunity," it says. You watch the masked man put the phone back in his pocket.

You moan and cum hard into your hand.

You check your coworkers text and hold it up next to the screen, where the dumb bitch from the roleplay stream is currently squirming in the grasp of her captor. He's crouched behind her, one hand with a fistful of tit and the other with four fingers fucking deep in her pussy as she squeals into the gag. She's never going to be unrestrained again. She's most certainly never going to speak again, that big mouth always kept stuffed with a gag or with cock.

At least. That's your fantasy. You're just imagining your coworker in her place. Just a little harmless fantasy.

You probably shouldn't have given them her name and address, but you just got caught up. You're just jerking off, it doesn't mean anything. It's okay to just blow off some steam. She's not in any danger. You don't even want her to be in any danger.

It's only roleplay after all.

You wonder when you'll hear from SlaversAuction again.

I was laying my head in his lap as he stroked my hair, his cock achingly available if not for the gag in my mouth. I whimpered and muffled as he continued to soothe me, tutting while I struggled against the ropes binding my arms behind my back.

“I know, I know. This must be so hard for a cock-hungry girl like you.” He lifted my chin to give me a sympathetic look, which only thinly disguised a knowing smile.

“You want to show me how good of a slut you are, that’s very clear.”

My eyes started to mist from the frustration, both from indeed being very cock hungry and because he knew so well how to turn this weakness against me.

“Well, my dear, you just might be able to get what you want today. I’m in a good mood and feeling generous.”

My eyebrows perked and I adjusted myself on the bed to look up at him better. A thick string of saliva leaked around the corners of the gag as I moved.

“But let’s make it a little game, shall we?” He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and propped himself up against the headboard.

“Ok, ass in the air, girl, let’s see it.”

He knew this was an awkward thing for me to have to accomplish. I was between his legs with no hands or arms to help me. I had to rely on pressing my face further into his lap to position my ass upward and comply. There was a knock at the door.

“Remember what we talked about earlier. Show me you remember before I tell you more.”

I nodded and intentionally dropped the ring of keys in my left hand to show him. He smiled, patted me on the head, and returned the keys to my hand.

“You can show me what a good, cock-sucking whore you are today but only if you don’t cum.”

I’d been in restriction for weeks now so this requirement wasn’t unexpected, at least at face value. I slowly nodded my head to officially agree to the game. I was excited with the possibility that he’d be cumming inside me today.

“Wonderful, my dear,” he said while stroking my cheek. “You can come in now,” he called out toward the door.

I heard the door open behind me. He again titled my chin to look me in my eyes, no doubt wide and ringed already with smeared makeup. I laid twisted in his lap, gagged, tied, and locked in his gaze while I heard whoever entered the room take a stance at the edge of the bed. His boots were heavy.

“This is a friend of mine. He also has insatiable needs sometimes, something I know you understand very much.” He booped my nose on the you.

I nodded slowly as I listened to a belt unbuckling and then the sound of a zipper.

“He’s caught word of just how good the pussy is on my trained little slut and I started to feel a bit…what’s the word… guilty for keeping it locked away for so long. Not guilty for your sake, of course, but because my friends deserve to enjoy some good slut now and again, too.”

His friend climbed onto the bed behind me. His hands, big and rough, grabbed and pulled my fleshy ass, briefly exposing my wet cunt to the cold air.

“And so I thought, what a perfect way to test out my slut and see how her training is really going, while also spreading my wealth a bit.” He was very pleased with himself and this idea.

“So what my friend is going to do now is make use of that pussy, that lovely pussy you’ve been learning to tame, any way he wants. And even though his cock is quite large and very, very hard-” he nodded to the stranger behind me with gentlemanly respect- “and even though you’ve been dripping wet for weeks, begging me to let you have an orgasm-”

His eyes returned to mine, his face stern and serious.

“- you don’t get to cum.”

I felt his friend’s knees straddling me and something large and warm (possibly a cock, possibly bent knuckles) graze along my slick folds before sliding all the way up to my swollen and painfully sensitive clit.

I let out a long moan with this new sensation, a moan so desperate and primal that it surprised even myself, like it had been waiting at the edge of my lungs to break out. I sputtered and drool wetted his skin and lap.

Before I could find a way to correct myself for drooling on him, what was most definitely a fat cock was pushing against my wet hole. I was so tight from being on restriction, nothing had been inside of me for what felt like eons. The sudden ache to be filled fast and hard overtook me and I pushed back into the stranger hungrily.

They both laughed while his friend pulled out of me quickly.

“See friend, I told you. Nothing beats some desperate, greedy pussy.”

His friend’s knees knocked mine together and I felt a wet thumb in my asshole. The rough hands braced me at the small of my back and waist.

Again his cock was inside me, but this time he pushed deeply and slowly. I could feel my tight muscles gripping him despite being wetter than I ever remembered being. He groaned as he slid out and back in again, just as slowly, just as deeply.

I nuzzled my face into the cock beside me, now fully hard, trying desperately to undo the gag. My pussy was ready and needy; I wanted things inside of me urgently. All the things, everything, but him most especially.

He grabbed a fist of my hair and pulled me away from his cock, again laughing.

His friend’s pace quickened and he grunted with each thrust. I could only lay perched on his thigh, my eyes rolling back as the large cock started pounding away at my insides, my ass slapping against his increasingly urgent hips. The sensations reverberated throughout my whole body, absorbing back into my body like shockwaves. There was no way I was going to be able to stop myself from cumming. I couldn’t even stop myself from the moaning, which had turned into one continuous muffled groan with occasional spurts and spittles.

“Well someone certainly isn’t going to win this game with the way things are going,” he said with a smirk. “Still so much slut to train.”

He pulled my gag down around my neck, unleashing ropes of spit.

“Okay then. You can cum after you make me cum. Go ahead, give me one of those blowjobs you keep trying to entice me with.” He leaned back and placed his arms casually behind his head, inviting me, taunting me.

I lunged best I could toward his dick, my mouth freed and the stakes high. The orgasm that was building in me had the power of all the others he’d denied me behind it, and I was hungry for him in my mouth.

I lapped desperately, trying to wrap my lips around him with my arms still bound and the stranger riding me hard from behind. I used my face, my head, anything I could try to leverage myself to reach him.

But each time I neared him, his friend’s fucking thwarted me. My lips would get tantalizingly close to sealing around his cock, my tongue reaching as far up his hard shaft as I could, before the stranger would pull and pound me off what little balance I’d secured.

My frustration trying to suck him was compounded by being so dangerously close to cumming. “Please,” I begged him. “Please, I can’t take it. Please help me. I’m going to cum and I can’t stop it.” I wanted to both please him and cum, which felt deeply at odds.

“Help you?” he chuckled. “This is the worst BJ I’ve ever had in my life! Don’t be a sore loser.”

He snapped his fingers. His friend grunted and thrust quickly, and then pulled out of me all together. My pussy, screaming from the sudden gaping void, instinctively went after him.

But his friend instead just removed his thumb, slick with lube I hadn’t been in my mind enough to notice before, out of my ass.

He began pushing the tip of his cock into the new hole. This is what I’d been training for while on restriction, loosening and softening my asshole to be able to take ever-larger objects. The intensity and sting of the initial stretch from his friend’s cock thankfully quickly gave way to the newly familiar and surprisingly satisfying feeling of my ass being filled this way.

My orgasm swiftly shifted, falling away from the precipice it had climbed to but began to rebuild around the back walls of my pussy. He began thrusting again, graciously a bit slower to work my asshole more open, but I knew he would be pounding away just as eagerly as he had been at any moment.

I didn’t even have time to think before this relative respite gave me just enough window to encircle the beautiful cock in front of me entirely into my greedy mouth.This seemed to take him by surprise and he sucked in the air around him sharply, his fist still entangled in my hair.

I was not going to lose him again, however, and I took him deep into the back of my throat, sucking the air myself and airlocking him inside my mouth. I pushed against the underside of his shaft with my tongue, careful to keep myself wet and warm and teeth-free, and began sucking him as deeply and thoroughly as I could possibly manage.

His cock in my mouth was transcendent.

Every bit of him was like a drug- his juices hydrating every dark recess of my shriveled and needy brain. I sucked his cock up the length of his shaft with some intuitive, animal sense of myself following the lines of his pleasure expertly until I reached his frenulum. Locked around his tip, airtight and wet with drool, I suckled him, milked him for the cum I knew he had for me, swirling the warm spit as my tongue flattened against that treasurechest of nerve endings on the underside of his throbbing head.

His audible groans and strained “fuck” where the balm to the fires that had been torturing me over these past weeks in denial. He bucked his hips against me and began twitching, the sensations clearly sending jolts through his body unexpectedly.

“That’s my good little cock whore,” he said through a ragged breath. Ever the Dom, he took control of my head in his hands and sent his cock back down my throat deep and hard, gagging me.

This launched me into an unknown headspace. My swelling orgasm, that precious promise of my greatest pleasure, seemed to be happening to me instead of within me, making me even softer and even more wet, less resistant in ways I didn’t even realize I’d been resistant. His friend started pounding my ass vigorously and my body as a whole relaxed into just taking all the power and force as it was given to me, in whatever way it needed to be given to me. He fucked my throat with forceful and ravenous thrusts. The only thing I could think to do was to grip those keys as tight as I could.

I was holes. I was his holes.

And then he was cumming down my throat, his dick twitching as he gasped and grunted. My face was buried deep and he met my mouth with the deepest thrust I could take as I felt small sensations shoot down my esophagus.

His friend pumped a few more quick thrusts in tandem and then was cumming too. Both cocks were as deep into me as my body could possibly take, and I was drunk and happy to be so utterly filled.

And I did not cum.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All Characters are of age and not related in any way.

This is part 5 of a series. You can find the other parts here: one, two, three, four.

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It was a regular Tuesday morning, and you could say Dave was being shaken awake. More precisely, the whole bed was shaking because Celinea was riding him hard. She was his service submissive, and he had made it her duty to wake him up every morning at an appropriate time. He did not have an alarm clock; she was his alarm clock. She, in turn, was wearing a vibrating bracelet that would wake her up at the right time. He had not put any limitations on how she could fulfill this particular duty. The only requirement had been that she do it in a pleasant way. She loved the creative freedom that he had allowed her, and every morning for her began with the joy of figuring out how she would go about it that particular day.

Another one of her duties was to take care of his morning wood, which was a very regular, albeit not daily, occurrence for him. On those other days without morning wood, her personal favorite was to cockwarm his flaccid dick in her mouth, resting her head on one of his thighs. If he would not wake up from that, she would start massaging his thighs and balls. There was just something oddly satisfying about feeling him grow inside her mouth until eventually she would start to choke on it.

Whispering was a close second. Often, she would cuddle up beside him and whisper sweet seductions in his ear. She would share a dirty fantasy or dream she had. Or she would recount a past moment they had together and how it made her feel. On other occasions, she would recite her submissive pledge, and sometimes it would be graphic descriptions of what she hoped he would do with her when he woke up. She enjoyed those quiet moments where she could open up without knowing what he’d hear, what he’d understand, and what he’d remember as if it were a dream.

And then there were many physical methods too. Kissing him awake. Rubbing her warm, naked body against his, particularly gently rubbing her tits in his face. Getting on top of him and all but hugging him awake. Taking his hand and running it up and down her body and between her legs, and then letting him smell her excitement by putting his now wet fingers close to his nose.

Of course, should she wake up to find morning wood, a more direct approach was possible. Often, he would wake up and find her between his legs, joyfully sucking on his cock. Sometimes, she would even climb over him in the 69 position so that he would wake up with a nice close-up view and could return the favor, should he feel like it. On days like today, where she had woken up super horny, she would sometimes simply hop onto him and start riding him awake.

Whichever way she decided on, her goal was always the same: to make him cum. She was of the distinct opinion that it was the ideal way for her man to start the day on a high note. Keeping him nice and empty was a bit of an obsession of hers, and the fact that his cum would certainly never go stale on her watch was a source of personal pride for her.

So riding away she was. She didn’t hold back and rode him quite hard. He certainly was awake by now, but he opted to keep his eyes closed and fully focus on the sensation, only letting out a satisfied moan from time to time. It looked like he was determined to enjoy this for a bit longer.

Since she wasn’t allowed to come before him, she slowed down so she wouldn’t come by accident. The reduced pace allowed her to instead bend down and kiss him on the lips.

„Good morning, Master,“ she said with a throaty, lustful voice.

„Mhmhm, good morning,“ he replied, still unwilling to open his eyes.

Seeing this, she marshaled her patience and continued to kiss him while slowly rolling her hips. Eventually, she felt his hands glide up from her hips all the way to her tits. She took that as a sign that he was now ready and got upright again, going over to a steady gallop. He now opened his eyes and made eye contact with her while kneading her tits.

„Someone seems to be in a rush today,“ he remarked playfully.

„When I woke up, I was so horny for Master’s cum, I had no choice but to hop on right away… I need it so badly; please let me have it, Master,“ she squeezed out between moans.

Her untamed desire and blunt openness about what she wanted and needed had the desired effect on him.

„We’re almost there,“ he announced.

She picked up the pace a little more and was moaning uncontrollably. Then she closed her eyes and focused on detecting the sensation of his warm cum being pumped into her. What felt like an eternity, but in reality was hardly more than a couple dozen seconds, passed before she heard a load moan, followed by the pulsating of his dick, and then finally she felt his cum inside her. Now she was allowed to come too. She had been holding herself back before and now simply released what she had been holding, sending her in a twitchy and screamy orgasm of her own.

She exhaustedly leaned on his chest with her hands while catching her breath. Before lying down and cuddling him, she set a five-minute timer on her alarm clock, knowing that he had to get up and go to work, and there was a real and present danger of the two of them falling asleep again. But five minutes they could spare, and both of them liked the moment of shared, peaceful cuddling and bonding after an orgasm just as much, if not more, than the act itself.

A while later, after a stop in the bathroom, he was now sitting in the dining room and eating the breakfast she had just served him. She was kneeling in the tower position right next to him, not eating her own breakfast but serving him by delivering to him important information of the day from his phone. First, she read him the new text messages he had gotten overnight, then she went over his calendar and to-do list for him, and finally she read him the day’s headlines so that he would be prepared when he left the house.

After breakfast, she helped him get dressed. She took off the comfy morning robe he had been wearing during breakfast and put it away nicely, then helped him close the buttons on his shirt, made sure everything fit right, checked that his hair looked nicely, and so on. She loved supporting him like that, being useful and caring. It brought her a calm satisfaction that was hard to put into words. But he could see and feel how much those little things mattered to her, and so even though he did not need to be spoiled like that, he enjoyed it because he saw how much she enjoyed it.

She accompanied him to the door, where she kneeled before him to tie his shoes. Then she got up, and they exchanged a deep goodbye kiss, wished each other a great day, and he was off to work.

A little dribble I wrote while waiting for someone. This is a work of fiction.

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The muzzle is a dark burgundy, it's red tone stark against my pale face where it peeked through the leather. It consists of a snout that hides where my pretty mouth is gagged and a puppy hood hiding the rest of my features. You don't want to see me. You know the curve of my lip. You're intimate with the way my tongue hangs when you push me longer. You told me you didn't need to see anything to use my pretty body.

The hood hugs my face where I have my chin and chest resting against the ground. My ass is positioned up, pussy exposed where it leaks down between my spread thighs. My entire body trembles, soft whimpers escaping my gagged mouth.

The laugh you make is just a taste of the satisfaction you see in my suffering. It pulls me from the desperate heat pooling my my core, focusing my dumb puppy brain on you where you sit in front of me. Your cunt is pressed against the snout of my muzzle. The scent of your musk fills me as you leak on the leather.

"It's ok, sweetheart," you coo. Your voice is saccharine laced with arsenic. "You're doing so good for me, my dumb puppy." You know what you're doing. The praise is underscored by a layer of condescension that has me melting. Your lips curl into a cruel smile as my entire body shakes, cunt clenching where it's empty and leaking.

My eyes prick with tears with how badly I want to bury my mouth in your cunt. You simply laugh, hips rocking your clit against the muzzle, until you cum loud and hard to the extent of my suffering.

When you've come down and I'm panting and wagging my hips, you grab my collar and yank me up onto my hands and knees. You hold me in place, gaze meeting mine and making me freeze like prey.

"You're such a pathetic loser. Aren't you, mutt?"

That's all it takes for me to crumble.

“You shouldn’t have worn that fucking dress. I told you before you left. I know the things it makes guys want to do to you … I know because I know the things it makes me want to do to you.

“Maybe next time you’ll fucking listen.”

Of course I don’t say this to you. Tonight’s not the night for that. Tonight you need comfort and support. Tonight you need to feel safe and cared for. But I can’t help thinking it … my emotions are all over the place.

I hear the shower shut off and I know you’ll need me in just a moment. I pour you a glass of water and grab the bottle of pain relievers from the cabinet. I know you’ll still be hurting.

By the time I get back to the bedroom you’re already there, wrapped in a towel, laying on the bed silently staring at the wall. I sit on the bed beside you and pull you into a sitting position. I hand you the glass of water, dump a couple pills into my hand and give them to you as well.

“Here, take these,” I say.

With silent obedience you take the pills, wash them down with a sip of water, and place the glass on the bedside table. I put an arm around your shoulder and pull you into my chest, wrapping my arms around you.

That’s when you break. I guess the safety of my arms allows you to finally let loose all the emotions you’ve been keeping inside.

You sob.

You cry harder than I’ve ever heard you cry before. I can feel your tears soaking through my shirt and I have to shove down all the violent emotions I felt when I found you. This moment isn’t about how I feel.

So I sit there silently, holding you, gently stroking your hair, rubbing your back. I rest my lips on the top of your head and hold you tight. It’s the only solace I can offer.

Eventually the sobs subside and for some time we both just sit there quietly, holding each other.

I kiss the top of your head and say, “Tell me.” I have to work hard to keep my voice even and gentle. I know if I let my emotions leak out right now I’ll just scare you. So I speak softly but firmly and try to be the steady foundation for you to rest on.

“Tell me,” I say again. “Tell me everything. Every detail you can remember. You need to get it out, and I need to hear it … I need to know best how to support you right now.”

So you do. Through whimpers and choked sobs, you tell me the whole story.

You’d went to the bar with your friends, had some drinks. You had fun and nothing out of the ordinary happened. When everyone was ready to go you said your goodbyes, finished your drink, and ordered your Uber.

You decided to wait for your ride outside - something I’ve repeatedly told you not to do, but that’s not important right now. It was dark, the bar was still loud, but there weren’t many people coming in and out

You never heard him coming, didn’t even feel his presence, until he crashed into your back. At first you thought it was an accident - some drunk idiot stumbling into you, but he wrapped his arm around your throat so hard you thought he was going to crush your windpipe.

He dragged you into the side alley. You tried to scream but his grip was so strong you couldn’t make much noise - and the bar was so loud. He got you into the alley and pushed you up against the wall. His hands were all over you, rough and greedy and invasive.

You tried to fight him off. You swear you fought as hard as you could. But he was so much bigger than you, so much stronger. He shoved you onto the ground - face first, judging by the road rash on your cheek.

He jumped on your back, jerked your dress up over your hips and snatched your panties down to your knees. You felt him fumbling behind you for a moment … then pain, so much pain.

You were so scared.

It took him a couple thrusts to shove his dick inside you completely. But then he was fucking you, thrusting with his entire body. You thought he was going to split you in too, thought the rough street beneath you would grind off all your skin.

He fucked you like he hated the world, hated women in general, and you in particular. Like he wanted to use his dick to cause you as much pain as possible.

Your mind kind of shut down. Your body just took it. It was like your very soul left your body, floated up and just watched as this man fucked you like a worthless object in the dirty alley beside a shitty bar.

Then there was a pause. You thought maybe he was done, maybe the nightmare was over. But he just flipped you onto your back.

No, you didn’t see his face. You think he was wearing a mask, but it was so dark you probably wouldn’t have seen him anyways. All you saw was a hulking shadow above you - like a demon come to drag you to hell.

He grabbed you by your throat. He squeezed. He squeezed so hard you thought your head would pop off.

You panicked. You should have gone for his eyes, should have scraped and clawed your way to freedom, but your mind just went blank. You just slapped at him - slapped, like that would have done anything.

He kept squeezing, ignoring your pathetic attempts to fight. Everything started to go black. There was so much pressure in your head. You thought that was it. You thought he was going to kill you.

You said your last thought was of me.

You jolted back into consciousness. He was fucking you again - your legs spread wide, his hands on the ground on either side of your head.

You screamed my name. Begged for me to come save you. It pissed the man off. He slapped you, shoved your panties in your mouth - he must have ripped them off while you were out.

He fucked you. It seemed like it lasted forever. At some point he ripped your dress and grabbed your tits while he fucked you. At one point he spit in your face.

It was humiliation. It was shame. It was pain.

And then it was over. You felt him cumming inside you. He grunted as he filled you and now you realize it was the first time you heard his voice - he hadn’t spoken the entire time.

He stood, left without saying a word. You couldn’t believe it was over. You tried to will yourself to get up, find help. But you hurt so bad, and were probably in shock, and you just laid there dripping his cum.

A moment later head lights passed over you. You heard the car stop and a door open - but you didn’t hear it close.

You panicked, humiliated by the thought of someone seeing you like that. But when the dark figure loomed over you and you realized he’d come back for you. He’d brought his car around and he’d come back for you, come back to take you with him - that’s when the real panic set in.

This is where I fill you in on my side of the story. It had gotten late and you weren’t home yet. I’d gotten worried. I’m just glad I had your location tracking turned on for your phone.

I’d seen the the car parked beside the alley, saw the car door standing open, and saw the man standing over you, reaching down to grab you.

Red. The whole world turned red.

It was like the whole world disappeared and all that was left was this little bubble of existence where a strange man was touching you - backlit by the fires of hell.

I lost my damn mind.

In the movies the hero calls out, the villain stands up, and they face off - a duel of honor to save the princess. It’d be close, a valiant back and forth in which the hero eventually triumphs.

Fuck a fair fight. I wanted to murder the son of a bitch.

I ran up beside him, planted my foot into his ribs, and launched the fucker several feet behind you. He landed on his back and I didn’t give him a chance to get up. I jumped on him, planted a knee into his chest, and started swinging.

I don’t remember much, I kind of blanked out. I remember cursing a lot. I remember screaming in his face “SHE IS MINE! KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!” I remember the feeling of his nose crunching beneath my fist.

And then you were grabbing me, trying to pull me off him. I couldn’t understand why, couldn’t fathom leaving him to exist in the world. But a little voice of reason went off in the back of my head. The bastard was down, and I hadn’t actually checked on you. You might be seriously hurt, wrestling me off him might actually be causing you more damage, certainly it was causing you more pain.

I let you pull me off him. In the dark I could barely see him, his face covered in blood, his chest slowly moving - I guess I hadn’t killed the fucker.

We take a break from the story. We both know the rest anyways. You didn’t want to go to the hospital. You just wanted to go home.

So we sit on the bed, you curled up in my arms. I hold you tight - maybe a little too tight, but still I clutched you safely to me.

We sit silently for a long while. Then I kiss the top of your head, “I’ll go make you some hot chocolate, it’ll help you relax.”

I have to stealthily adjust myself as I stand. I don’t want to hint to you all the places my mind has roamed. And I shove down all the thoughts of what that says about me. In the morning I’ll need to take you - make sure you understand you’re still mine - but now is not the time for that.

As I walk to the kitchen I think about the story you told me. I obsess over all the details you shared. And I think about the details you held back.

You hadn’t mentioned that you’d came while he fucked you in that alley. I guess I can’t blame you, I hadn’t mentioned it’d been me the whole time.

• Title: Punishment For Crime Prevention
• Premise: Office girl gets punished by burglar for accidentally locking herself in the building
• Tags: [MF] [Noncon] [Male Dom] [Female POV] [First Person] [Bound] [Humiliation] [Spanking]
• Note: Feel free to give me your feedback, I would like to improve on my writing skill and speed.

I put my head against the door and bang my fist against the sturdy material in frustration. How can I forget my pass? My phone?! What the hell am I suppose to do now that I am trapped between two doors in the corridor to my office?!

My name is Annie, and I work in an office building writing reports and handling other administrative tasks for my company. It's past 10pm and I'm the only one left in the office. Been one hell of a busy week. I had just submitted my report so that my boss can review it on Friday tomorrow. Before I leave for home, I thought I should rush off to pee, and that's how the problem began.

By regulations, us employees need to use company-issued passes on security pass scanners next to the doors to enter our office. And my office is on the first floor and at the far end of a long corridor from the building entrance, with a few doors with pass scanners blocking the way. Since the only working bathroom today is the one near the entrance, we need to get past those annoying doors. So today, what many staff did out of convenience is to block out the doors with a heavy item and prevent it from closing. No one seem to care that this is actually a violation of security principles, but who am I to point it out? I'm just at the bottom rung of the career ladder. These doors were still opened so I just rushed off to the bathroom without thinking too much about it.

When I came back, the glass door of my office is closed with the usual scanner protecting unauthorized entry. In my rush I did not let the door stay open. Then I slapped my forehead when I realized I forgot to bring my pass with me, and pretty much all my other valuables are in the office too. Perhaps the security guard can help, I thought as I turned back to go to the building's pass office... Only to see the other door swinging shut and auto-locking. My clumsy feet probably accidentally shifted a box of junk blocking that door.

And that pretty much recaps my bad luck tonight. So far...

I am at a loss for actions besides hoping that the security guard would do his rounds of checks and find me. And I jump a little when I hear sounds of the window opening. It is the only window in the middle of the corridor and is at a high enough height where I don't have the strength to pull myself up and out. But whoever this guy is, his powerful arms demonstrates that he's strong enough to pull up and get through the window, and he lands on the floor in the corridor with a soft thud. Having never experienced this kind of situation in my life, I just stand from the corner of the door dumbstruck.

As stupid as this sounds, surely he must be the security guard who had noticed my plight. I approach him, calling for his attention.

"Fuck! I didn't know you are here," It is his turn to jump as he turns to stare at me. He's a rough-looking man seemingly in his mid-thirties, one head taller than me. From the looks of the size of his arms and his wide chest he's clearly well-muscled. I step back a little, getting a sense of his intimidating presence. He wears a thick jacket that covers the top of his blue coveralls. His eyes seem to gleam as he feasts his eyes up and down my body as if he hasn't seen a pretty woman before. I thought I do look good, I'm not completely oblivious to the not-too-subtle fawning from some of my male colleagues okay? But I dress rather conservatively today - a simple white cotton shirt and a grey skirt that covers up to my knees. Or maybe it's those pokies (Thanks to tonight's exceptionally cold air-con) sticking out prominently through my shirt because today I'm not wearing my bra. And the thought of that makes me cover that part of myself with my hands almost involuntarily. Damn, my boyfriend is the only one who I will allow such male attention.

Regardless, I request his help to get me back into the office, explaining what had just happened.

He has a double take at the office entrance ahead.

"What the... where's your pass?"

"In the office, I'm sorry."

"Is there anyone else in the office?"

I shake my head sheepishly in reply, before asking, "Can you help me unlock the door please."

He grumbles as he strides over to the glass door entrance. There's something nagging me at the back of my head, something off about this security guard and all his responses, but I follow him all the same in my desperation after the 10 odd minutes of pounding helplessly against the doors. He tugs at the door handle a couple of times and uttering "come on!" in annoyance, all without taking out any equipment from what I think is that big tool-bag he's carrying with him.

Suddenly, something strikes me. It occurs to me that there are no cameras in the corridor so no one would have known what's going on here. And another thing that strikes me, way too late I will admit, is that if he's the security guard, he would have the pass to get past the various doors instead of needing to climb over a window in such a fashion. Then... Who is this guy?

"You're not security, are you?" and a sense of apprehension and dread rises within me as those words left my mouth.

"What was your first clue?" He remarks sarcastically before turning his attention on me.

"I heard that tonight's a great time to loot this place because the doors are all unlocked. But fuck, a stupid bitch like you have to ruin it for us."

A burglar, a criminal! And more of them coming over? I step back in fear as his hand reach into the pocket on the side of his jacket.

"See that? I have a gun pointing at you under my jacket and if you want to stay alive you better not scream nor do anything rash," his eyes narrows as he stares straight into mine, sporting an evil-looking smile.

He sounds convincing. How else can he not be? Towering over me and threatening me that he will use a gun that I have not seen yet. Even though I begin shaking and stepping back in fear, I know better than to resist. After obeying whatever my boss demands of my work today, I am now switching over to obey this criminal instead, whatever he has in mind. I meekly ask him what he wants from me, since I have no money and no phone in my pockets.

"What's your name?"

"Annie," I answer honestly. Sounds easy so far.

"You can call me Bobby, nice to meet you, and you too," the man chuckles, his eyes lowering down to my chest. I am so nervous I have no idea who else he's referring to. But I don't want to anger this powerful man who is holding my life hostage, so I remain silent and wait for his next request.

"Call yourself a dumb bitch," is Bobby's next command.

"I'm a dumb bitch," I look down with my fists clenching a little, as I utter these words I never imagine saying in my life before.

"What's your name and what are you?" Bobby continues harping on this with an edge of amusement in his tone of voice, which only causes my face to burn more.

"I'm Annie and I'm a dumb bitch," I whispered back timidly in a barely audible volume.

"Louder, dummy!" Bobby snarls as his hand reaches forward and pinches my left nipple through my shirt. I yelp in both pain and fear. I really need to wholeheartedly comply with every word he says.

"My name is Annie and I am a dumb bitch!" I am now almost shouting my self-insult as I fight back tears while my eyes avoid his stare.

"Repeat this but also add that you are sorry for locking the office doors!" He growls. I understand now, he's scolding and punishing me because I am doing something that is not expected. My boss scolds me too when I did something wrong. This makes sense to me.

"My name is Annie and I am a dumb bitch, and I am sorry for locking the office doors!"

"Now that's better." Bobby muses as he walks around me, and I feel his eyes roaming all over my body as if he's undressing me with them.

"Take off your shirt," Bobby commands.

"Wha...?" my eyes goes wide as I look back at him.

"You heard me. Off with your shirt or its bang-bang," his eyes intensely focusing on mine with that last threat.

"And also, look into my eyes when you strip."

I obey his every word, and he seems to enjoy how my face looks as I prepare to pull my shirt over my head. He sighs a soft "nice..." when my tits pop up. He snatches my shirt from me, taking a knife from his bag, he cuts into it and tears it in half, ruining it completely. Now how am I supposed to get home without a shirt?!

[TO BE CONTINUED - PART 2 ENDING CLICK HERE]

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Previous part: Part 13.

I felt Haley’s warmth leave me, leaving a void that made me stir slightly. The softness of her skin slipping out of my reach and the trace of her warmth made me open my eyes, just barely, still caught between sleep and reality. I let myself drift back into sleep, though I don’t know how much time passed before I felt the mattress dip again, and then a sound—a low, broken moan—brought me back, pushing away the last shadows of sleep.

I blinked, trying to understand what was happening, and then I saw it: the master was on top of Haley, his firm and sculpted body moving in the dim light, without a hint of hesitation. With one hand he held her face pressed against the mattress, while with the other he trapped her wrists, pinning them firmly behind her back. His hips moved with a controlled intensity, deep and powerful, each movement claiming her completely. Haley moaned in the darkness, subdued and with no escape, her breathing muffled against the mattress.

Something inside me stirred forcefully. Heat surged through me, but this time it wasn’t just desire; it was also a kind of longing mixed with envy. She was there, beneath him, surrendered in a way so complete I could hardly understand it. A part of me wanted to be in her place, to experience that same surrender, that same connection that seemed almost tangible between them. I couldn’t deny how much this scene excited me; my heart beat faster, and the dampness between my legs grew as I watched, unable to look away.

As I watched him delve into her, increasing the rhythm, I felt a pang of jealousy. I knew it was irrational, but envy burned inside me; I was even surprised to feel jealous of the master, of how he touched her with that intensity. I knew full well that Haley didn’t belong to me; she was his, but even so… I couldn’t help it, and the blush on my cheeks embarrassed me.

I couldn’t stop myself from wondering why her, and not me. I watched in silence, my breathing growing more rapid, as if I were witnessing a forbidden secret, something that fascinated and tormented me at the same time. However, I couldn’t hate her; I only admired her in silence and wished, with an inexplicable intensity, to be her.

The darkness of the room offered me a certain comfort; he didn’t seem to notice I was awake, watching them. And when Haley let out a louder moan, I bit my lip, unable to ignore the excitement flooding me and the deep envy consuming me, wishing desperately to be her, to have him take me that way in the middle of the night. The idea of joining them crossed my mind fleetingly; probably, the master wouldn’t mind. However, I remained still, paralyzed, fascinated and hypnotized by the scene.

Without realizing it, my hand slid under the blanket, my fingers grazing my own wetness, while my other hand played with my chest. Each touch pushed me beyond reason; I was going crazy, and at that moment, I didn’t want to stop.

I watched him penetrate her deeply, and Haley’s moan echoed through the room, a sound that reverberated within me and made me shiver. Her sound ignited my desire even more, and without thinking, I began to rub myself under the blanket, feeling how the moisture seeped between my fingers. With one hand, I pressed my nipple, feeling the friction between my fingers as the heat of the scene enveloped me.

“God, I missed you so much, my little doll,” he murmured before thrusting into her again, pulling a moan of pleasure from Haley’s lips: “Master!”

“Sleeping in that hotel, without you, was anything but fun,” he added, his tone making it clear just how much he had missed her. Those words lit an even stronger desire within me, leaving me trapped in a mix of jealousy and longing I could barely contain.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to wake you, little doll,” he whispered, softening his tone with a hint of regret. “But I came home, came down here, and I couldn’t resist…”

“No… no, master,” Haley gasped, breathless, her words barely controlled. “Use me… however you want… I’m yours… always, anywhere.” She paused briefly, trying to catch her breath, her voice trembling. “Never… apologize… for using me, master,” she managed to say, between heavy breaths and sighs, surrendering completely.

The Master released her wrists and, without slowing his pace, leaned over her, whispering in her ear. “Good girl,” he murmured, barely audible. I strained to hear, “That’s my little doll.”

From the shadows of dawn, I watched the scene in silence. A wave of jealousy and envy washed over me as I saw how he looked at her, how he said those words with a mix of possession and tenderness that burned deep within me. I found myself biting my lip, my breathing speeding up, my heart pounding wildly as I told myself I had no right to feel this way. And yet, I couldn’t help it. Seeing them so close, their connection, and the way he claimed her as his… I writhed under the sheets, feeling the heat in my own body and the growing yearning, secretly wishing it were me he was seeking at that moment.

I couldn’t stop myself; my fingers kept moving over my skin with more urgency. Haley moaned out loud, her sound laden with pleasure and almost heartbreaking, as if she’d just climaxed. He continued to thrust into her without slowing down, while she remained completely immersed in pleasure, her pants and sighs filling the room. Then I heard a deep, hoarse groan escape from him, and suddenly he stopped. Both of them lay still, breathing heavily, trapped in that moment of intimacy.

An involuntary shiver ran through my body, so close to the edge, and a faint sigh escaped my lips. I tensed instantly, trying to look like I was asleep, but not quickly enough. He lifted his head, turning towards me, and a sly—almost predatory—smile crossed his lips as he noticed me.

“For someone who used to sleep in the streets, you seem to sleep… very deeply, don’t you think?”

His tone was teasing, with a spark of amusement that made me feel exposed, as if he’d caught me at just the right moment.

I blushed from head to toe, realizing that the master had discovered me. My entire body tensed, heat rushing to my cheeks in an instant. I felt his gaze on me, his expression both sly and pleased, and I wanted to hide under the sheets. But his intense gaze kept me in place, unable to look away.

I didn’t know whether to feel shame or excitement, but, trapped in his gaze, I felt a shiver run down my spine, holding my breath.

The master lifted his hand and pointed at me with a finger, still lying on top of Haley, and then made a gesture, moving it slowly to indicate I should come closer. No, it wasn’t an invitation; it was a command. I felt my body tremble, still sensitive from recent pleasure. I didn’t want to risk angering him; I knew he had caught me, and pretending to still be asleep was no longer an option.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to move. I pushed the blanket aside, and with an involuntary tremor in my hands, I began crawling toward him on the mattress, each movement slow and deliberate. My heart beat rapidly, and as I approached, the nervousness grew, raising goosebumps on my skin. With each advance, my breathing quickened, and when I looked up to see him, there he was, still on top of Haley, naked, while she panted, lost in pleasure. I felt his gaze on me, relentless and expectant, and in the dim light, his expression made me feel completely exposed, vulnerable, as though every part of me belonged to him… though it already did.

Finally, I reached where he was and, with a slight tremor, knelt in front of him, sitting back on my heels while I looked at him. The master extended his hand toward me; my breathing quickened, but feeling the soft touch of his fingers on my skin, a familiar warmth ran through me, calming me little by little. I had missed that feeling, his firm and assured touch. His fingers slid to my chin, lifting my face gently, and our eyes met.

“My little bird,” he murmured, his voice low and enveloping. His tone had a tenderness that made me feel a deep warmth in my chest, and for a moment, everything stopped. “Were you awake all this time?” he asked with a hint of curiosity in his gaze.

I didn’t answer immediately, caught between the desire to be honest and the fear of disappointing him. He tilted his head slightly, not looking away from me. “Don’t lie to your master, little bird,” he said, his tone now firmer but still holding a touch of sweetness.

Embarrassed, I looked away, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks, and I nodded slowly, silently admitting my fault.

“You know you shouldn’t have hidden from me, right? You know that’s wrong, don’t you, my little bird?” His voice was soft, but each word carried unmistakable weight.

I nodded in silence, feeling a pang of remorse. "Yes, master… I’m sorry," I whispered, not daring to look him in the eyes. “I shouldn’t have hidden from you.”

Haley continued to pant beneath him, still lost in her own pleasure, and the sound of her breathing made me feel even more vulnerable, more aware of every one of my own rapid heartbeats.

He took my chin firmly again, making our eyes meet once more, trapping me under the weight of his gaze.

"So, you know I’ll have to punish you, right?" he said, his tone calm but determined. A shiver ran down my spine, and I noticed how my breathing became faster.

"Punish me…?" I stammered, with a tremor in my voice that I couldn’t hide. I hadn’t thought what I did was that serious. Deep down, I felt fear; I only remembered one time when he had punished me, when he slapped me, and my heart raced at the memory.

"Calm down," he murmured, his tone soft, though he kept that intensity in his voice. "You’ve been good these days, so the punishment will be light." His fingers grazed my cheek before releasing my face. "Turn around."

His order was clear, but it took me a few seconds to react. Finally, I turned around, hearing how he got off of Haley. My heart was pounding as I tried to anticipate what his punishment would be. Despite my fear, I felt I deserved it; my purpose was to please him, and I had failed at that, something that gave me a pang of regret. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

Suddenly, a small gasp of surprise escaped my lips as I felt the first smack on my bare skin. My heart raced even faster, and the pain left a tingling sensation that spread throughout my body. Yes, it hurt... but at the same time, it awakened an unexpected emotion, a mix of nerves and something more intense, almost electrifying.

Instinctively, I brought my hand to the sore spot to rub it, seeking comfort. However, his hand grabbed mine firmly, not giving me any respite. Before I could react, he landed another smack on my backside, harder this time. My body immediately reacted, a shiver running through me, leaving me trembling, completely at his mercy.

"Master...!" I whispered, letting out a small moan of surprise, not fully understanding what my body was feeling.

"Shh, quiet, little bird," he murmured, his voice low but unwavering. "Be a good girl and don’t resist."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my breathing as my body prepared for the next impact. My heart pounded, each beat accompanied by a wave of adrenaline, that intense and almost irresistible emotion that enveloped me completely, addictive.

Then, he delivered a third smack, stronger than the previous ones. The pain traveled through me, but at the same time, I felt my body react, flushing instantly. His firm hand on my skin, that mix of pain and control, was turning me on more than I wanted to admit. I was already quite wet, and the sensation only heightened my need.

I felt a drop of moisture slide down my thigh, as my body tensed, anticipating another smack. I wanted to bring my hand to the sore spot, but I stopped myself, knowing that giving in would only make things worse. Then, he delivered a fourth smack, the hardest of them all. A moan escaped my lips, and my back arched slightly, as my breathing quickened, carrying every pulse of my body to the limit.

I didn’t have time to prepare when the fifth smack hit me. The pain was intense, and my eyes filled with tears. I tried to stifle a small cry as my body trembled. A burning, tingling sensation traveled through my backside, so painful, but at the same time... so... exciting.

"Good girl," he said, his voice soft but firm. He came closer, and his fingers began to stroke my hair with a softness that contrasted with the intensity of the smacks.

"Behave, my little bird," he whispered near my ear, his warm breath caressing my skin. It felt so good when he touched me like that; little by little, my body started to relax under his touch, although I still felt that latent need, that tingling sensation between my legs that wouldn’t leave me.

"I’m sorry, Master… really," I murmured with a trembling voice, trying to calm myself while sniffling a little.

"Shh... calm down," he whispered, stroking my hair with an unexpected tenderness. "It’s over now, little bird. Your punishment is finished." His tone was firm, but also full of calm, as if trying to assure me everything was fine. "No more tears, okay? Be a good girl for me… everything is fine now."

I nodded slightly, with a knot of regret in my chest. I didn’t want to make him angry; I felt bad for hiding from him. Although the punishment had somewhat eased that guilt, I still felt the need to do something more, to prove my devotion to him.

"Master... is there anything I can do to make up for my mistake?" I whispered shyly, avoiding his gaze as he continued stroking my hair.

Trigger warning: SA, NC, fictional writing Let me know if you want part 2

Sneaking down the ally streets Searching, looking for something to eat. Trying to stay out of sight, Kitty knows it’s not safe at night. To many stories of girls going missing But no one to miss them, so it’s dismissed. Needing to find food, then get home, Suddenly knowing she isn’t alone. Looking around to see who is there, Nervously running her hands through her hair. Hearing gravel crunch behind her, Spinning quickly to try and face her attacker. Quickly subdued, then bound and gagged, Tossed in a car, head covered with a bag. Kitty does her best to not panic or scream, Instead tries to think of how to get free. Her bonds to tight, unable to move, Conserving her energy, she’ll need it soon. Unable to stop herself, drifting off;

Waking as the car comes to a stop. Hands roughly grabbing her, pulling her out, Kitty hears doors slamming, noise all around. She hears girls sobbing, and what sounds like a whip, Unable to control it, Kitty lets a whimper slip. Her abductors laugh, finding her terror funny, Talking about how she should bring in a lot of money. Money for what? She isn’t a slave. She isn’t the type to follow and obey. Reading her body, knowing her thoughts, The kidnappers laugh, before taking her to the boss. Hood removed, finally able to see, Kitty looks around, as her bonds are released. Noting the chains and collars on the wall, From somewhere she hears an auctioneer’s call. So this is what has been happening to all the girls, Auctioned off to the highest bidders all over the world. Sudden pressure on her shoulders forcing her to kneel, A man approaches looking ready to kill. He eyes her body, up and down, She returns the his look, refusing to back down. An evil smirk crosses his face He knows Kitty will be fun to break. Throw her in the cage, bread and water only. We’ll see how she does once she gets lonely. Dragging Kitty to a small dark corner, Thrown in a cage, doused with water. Curling up into a ball, trying not to let them see Just how easy breaking her might be. Rocking back and forth, trying not to cry, Suddenly some movement catches her eye. A group of men, well dressed, faces hidden Walking through this building of sin. Stopping here and there looking into cages, Some even willing to place wagers.

Kitty moves to see if there is a better view Of what the men were pointing to. A cage door opens, a thug holding a leash, Out crawls a girl, barely out of her teens. A yank on the leash, demanding she move. He parades the girl around the room. One tall gentleman starts to step forward, Asking to know what else she can offer. Knowing this is her chance to finally be bought She falls to her knees, begging to service his cock. Kitty can’t make herself look away, or even blink As she watches what her future is soon to be. Servicing a man, who cares not for your needs Living for him, his pleasure, his seed. Crawling back as far as she can, Refusing to look anymore at that man. Kitty tries her best to not to fall asleep But is startled awake by the sounds of screams. Mouth dry, stomach hurting from hunger She watches as the guards go from one cage to another. Each time the occupant starts to cry and scream, Hearing the sound of a belt, that can mean only one thing. Kitty tries to make herself small and invisible, But she knows she cannot escape this misery. Trying hard to stifle her sobs, It isn’t long before her cage is unlocked. Looking up to see a large man Smiling, with a leather belt in hand. In order for her to be able to eat, She will first have to be beat. Grabbing Kitty by the hair, forcing her to stand, Demanding she bend at the waist, placing her hands Around her ankles, exposing herself for him to see. Hearing his laughter as he starts to swing The leather belt, a hard smack across her thighs. Immediately bringing tears to her eyes, Kitty refuses to utter a sound, not even a yelp Another strike lands from the belt. Continuing on, blow after blow Until her ass and thighs are starting to glow. One last lash from the belt, across her tender flesh Kitty can no longer hold back the tears unshed Sobs begin to rack her body, she trembles and shakes. The man grabs her around the waist Feeling him, as he rams himself in Kitty tries to fight, knowing she won’t win. Laughter fills her tiny cage as he fucks her He loves how she tries to fight, loves the power. Bad kitties get beaten, then fucked hard Until they learn their role, their part. Pulling out to cum on the floor, His seed to good for the dirty whore. Demanding if Kitty wants to eat She will first lick up all his seed. Kitty hesitates before kneeling down, Slowly she licks his seed from the ground, Doing her best not to choke or gag. He finally tosses her a plastic bag, Containing a bottle of water and slice of bread Before locking her cage and heading to the next. Slowly nibbling on the bread, Kitty wonders what will come next.

Startled awake, not meaning to have drifted off Kitty looks around, confused as to what woke her up. The rattle of keys, jiggling in the lock on her cage Wondering what other torture she will have to endure today. A new guard enters her cage, collar in hand, She doesn’t fight as he places the steel band Around her neck, locking it in place, Attaching a leash, never once looking her in the face. He seems to view her as less than human Something to use then lock up again. Jerking down hard in the leash Forcing Kitty to fall to her knees, Demanding that she crawl on all fours. He slowly leads her out the cage and through a door, Looking around the room Kitty sees What can only be described as a bad dream. Benches and tables and even a medical chair Floggers, whips, canes, more than enough to spare. Ordering Kitty to sit in the chair, legs in the stirrups, Laughing at the hiss the cold metal brings forth. Panic starts to rise as Kitty is strapped down Unable to move or wiggle around. Kitty begs the man to let her go, she won’t tell How they kidnapped her and put her through hell. Laughing the man turns his back, to prepare What ever torture device he has planned while in the chair. Kitty can’t see what he’s doing, she doesn’t want to know. Evil laughter fills the room as he turns to show Kitty what he has planned to do to her body, Multiple piercings, and a brand to start with. Kitty’s fear of needles floods her with panic Even as he moves towards her, she fights it. Screaming at the top of her lungs As he pierces her clit, nipples, septum, and tongue. Each loop having a purpose, as Kitty will soon find out Attaching a chain to each, a sharp tug making kitty shout. Releasing her bonds, using her new leash to guide her to a bench, Bending her over, making her stretch Tying her hands to her ankles. Once again unable to move, ready for branding The guard heats the iron, getting it red hot Telling Kitty her new name, until she is bought. Voice to hoarse to scream, body to its limit Kitty passes out before she even feels it.

Waking up tied to a pole, center stage Kitty tries to stand, but can’t for the pain. Trying to see past the bright lights into the room Blindly she tries to get her bonds to come loose. Realizing that one of her chains is attached to an anal plug, Wondering if she can just push it out and run. A voice from the darkness warns her against that Unless she wants the extended spikes to make her bleed out. Knowing she can’t get away, Kitty curls up to try and hide. Wanting nothing more than to cover her body from prying eyes, Hearing footsteps coming near, looking up to see who’s there.

Surprised to see a familiar face, but from where? He stares at Kitty with an unfamiliar coldness, Angry that she dared look in his face, disgusted with her boldness. Speaking harshly to his escort, not even caring to whisper, They were supposed to prepare her, train her to his wishes. Kitty listens as the escort tries to explain That they haven’t begun to start her training. It took them longer than expected To find her and take her without being detected. The angry man states he will give them two weeks To train Kitty to care for his needs. Angrily he storms off, slamming the door as The escort yells for the guards to start training the whore.

This story takes place in a near future world where sexual slavery is legal and normalised. We follow Darius, a professional Slave Trainer who buys girls to train them as high-end pleasure slaves, selling them on to the highest bidder but keeping the best ones for himself. His newest purchase is Grace, who is still learning what it means to be a slave girl…

(Chapter one - https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/19a4kre/a_slave_to_pleasure_chapter_1_ms/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

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Grace

Grace slumped to the floor with a gasp, pressing her cheek against the cool, kitchen tiles as she was given a brief moment of respite. She was breathing hard, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat, her thighs wet and sticky as her Master’s seed began dribbling out of her well used pussy.

“Good girl” Darius said, his voice a low rumble as he gave her raised bottom a firm squeeze, “as you were”

“Mmmgh… thank you Master” Grace managed, she had learned quickly to thank her betters after being used, no matter what.

As her Master’s footsteps receded, Grace let herself roll onto her side as she recovered. It was the fourth time he’d taken her that morning alone and already she was exhausted. Only three days had passed since being purchased by her new owner, but Grace was rapidly learning what it meant to be a sex slave. The sex itself wasn’t surprising of course, but her Master seemed determined to put her through her paces. Hardly an hour of the day passed where she wasn’t being used in one way or another.

Her thighs ached as she stretched out her legs, faintly aware of the cum leaking out of her and dripping onto the floor. ‘I’ll have to clean that up’ the thought echoed faintly in her mind. She couldn’t help but laugh. A week ago this would have all seemed absurd, but her mind was rapidly adjusting to her new lifestyle. She just wished her body would catch up a little faster.

“Don’t tell me you’re losing it already”

The voice was unfamiliar, playful and confident. Grace looked up with a start, blushing at the woman who stood over her.

Like all the slaves her Master owned, she was unbelievably beautiful. Grace felt her voice catch in her throat as she struggled to find the words to explain herself, her gaze drifting up and down her body.

The woman wore her dark red hair in loose curls down to her shoulders, her piercing green eyes giving her a striking intensity. Like all of her Master’s slaves, she wore lingerie tailored specifically to her body. Her Master’s attention meant Grace hadn’t worn anything since she arrived and part of her was strangely looking forward to getting some outfits of her own, skimpy and revealing as they were. On another slave the girl’s outfit might have even looked plain, but on this woman it was something else entirely. The navy blue bodysuit clung to her like a second skin, showing off her well sculpted abs, just barely visible through the thin sheer fabric. Her long legs and toned thighs made her look like she was cut out of marble, and Grace couldn’t help but stare as she tried to catch up to the situation.

The woman smirked, “like what you see baby?” She said, eyeing up Grace in return, “come on, let’s finish breakfast or you’ll be getting another spanking” she said, clearly noticing the blotchy red marks on her arse from her Master’s attention this morning.

Grace blushed deeper, shifting to her feet, “don’t worry, this is how he breaks in all the new girls” she said, her smirk softening somewhat, reaching out a hand to help Grace up.

“Thank you” Grace said, leaning on her for support, “Mistress” she added hastily, having already been corrected a few times by the more experienced slaves of her Master’s harem.

“Mistress” the woman laughed, it was sweet and genuine and Grace could help but smile, “you’re cute, maybe I’ll get you to call me that later, but for now we’re sister slaves. I’m Annabelle, but you can call me Belle for short”

“I’m Grace” she replied, smiling in return.

She had been in the middle of making breakfast when her Master had decided a better use for her, the food only halfway prepared on the countertop. Grace shook her head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“I remember my first week I could barely walk by the time I’d made it through” Belle said as she reached up to grab a pan, pouring some oil into it before lighting it on the stove, “once he’s got it out of his system things will balance out”

“How long have you been a slave?” Grace asked, she hadn’t had a chance to talk to any of the other girls for long so far and Belle seemed eager to chat.

“About 4 years? I was shipped off to a slave school when I turned 18. I was auctioned around a few times but my owners couldn’t keep up with me” she said with a smirk, her pride clear in her voice, “Master Darius bought me about a year ago, finally starting to feel like a home, you know?”

Grace nodded, it was a feeling she was longing for herself and although she found it hard to imagine, it gave her hope that Belle seemed so settled. “It’s all so new to me. I thought I knew what a pleasure slave did, but this…”

“Not just sucking a dick every couple of hours huh?” Belle teased, nudging her with her elbow playfully while she cooked.

Grace chuckled, “not exactly…”

The pan sizzled, the smell of food making Grace’s stomach rumble. Slave girls were often kept on strict diets of flavourless nutrient paste to keep them healthy and Grace was grateful Darius seemed to be a little more flexible in what they were allowed to eat.

“We’ll be training together today, have you ever played with another girl before?” Belle asked, casually rolling over the sausages with a spatula.

Grace was certain her face was as red as the tomatoes in the pan, “What? No, I… I’m not…

Belle smirked again, glancing over her shoulder at Grace, “sure you are baby. All slave girls are”

Grace’s mind whirled at what the woman was saying. It seemed obvious now, but she hadn’t anticipated needing to serve women as well as men. She had kissed a friend of hers once in high school, but never given it much more thought than that.

“Master likes seeing us together baby, it’s something you’ll have to get used to” Belle said sympathetically, reaching out and holding Grace’s hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle” she said with a wink before glancing back to the pan.

“It’s not you, I just… I didn’t think that was part of it all you know?” Grace said, quickly realising how naive she really was about this world before plunging straight into it, “I don’t…”

Belle glanced over her shoulder, turning the pan onto a low heat and setting down the spatula. She leaned on the counter, one arm either side of Grace, pinning her in place as she eased her body close to the new slave girl. Grace could feel the soft warmth of Belle’s thigh against her leg, the cinnamon sweetness of her perfume, the textured softness of her lips as the familiar heat of arousal spread through her body.

Belle leaned in, her lips inches away as Grace found herself moving closer. Belle pulled back just before Grace could reach her with a smirk, “oh, did you think I was trying to kiss you baby?” She said, holding up the pair of tongs she had reached behind Grace to get, “plenty of time for that later” she said with a wink.

Grace served her Master during breakfast before finally being given some time to rest herself and clean up before the afternoon training. Rest however was far from her mind, instead all she could think about was Belle, the feeling of her body pressed against her own, and the thought of her Master watching the two of them together.

By the time she woke up from her nap, her thighs were wet with arousal, it seemed that even in her dreams she couldn’t get away from being a pleasure slave.

After quickly showering and touching up her makeup, Grace headed down the hall to her Master’s chambers. Her heart was pounding, she hadn’t been this nervous since she was at the auction house. Was she really this turned on at the thought of being with another woman?

She knocked at the door and waited, hearing muffled voices from within before her Master opened the door. He was shirtless, his broad shoulders and defined abs doing little to help calm the storm of feelings crashing through Grace.

“Annabelle tells me this will be your first time with another woman” Master Darius said as he beckoned her into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. Belle lay gracefully on the bed, half on her side, half propped up by her arm, watching Grace carefully.

Grace nodded, fidgeting with her hands, “Yes Master, I’m not… I’ve never been with a woman” she managed. Grace knew that one way or another, she would be expected to have sex with the other slave girls. There was little point in trying to deny it.

“On the bed, pet” Darius said, taking one of the seats nearby, “take your time with her, but remember you’re still serving me slave, even when you’re with someone else”

“Yes Master” she said with a little more confidence, hoping instead to focus on that idea. This was just another task to complete after all. Grace knelt on the bed, quickly slipping into the position she’d been practicing for last few days - her back arched, her legs spread about a hands width apart, her eyes tracking her Master in anticipation of serving him.

She hardly had a moment to think before Belle’s hands smoothed up her thighs, breathing in the sweet cinnamon scent of her perfume as her body arched closer.

“Now it’s time to start calling me Mistress again, okay baby?” She said with a teasing smirk as she spread her legs a little wider.

Grace stuttered, intensely conscious of how naked she was, and how close Belle was getting. She yelped as Belle twisted her nipple painfully, “Ahhh, yes Mistress” she managed, unconsciously spreading her legs a little wider.

Belle pressed her knee between them, “there’s a good girl” she said, leaning in and kissing her deeply.

Grace was surprised by how different she felt to being with a man. Soft, and sweet, Belle’s tongue probed into her mouth curiously as her hands wandered up and down the length of her body. She found herself reciprocating instinctively, her hands clumsy and awkward, as they smoothed up Belle’s thighs, fingers gliding over the thin material of her lingerie.

She let out a little whimper as Belle pulled back suddenly, “now we’re getting to know each other, aren’t we?” She teased, cupping her cheek with one hand, her thumb caressing back and forth.

“Lay back for me baby” Belle said, her hand on Grace’s chest gently pushing her down as she shifted to kneel between her legs.

“Remember, you’re still on display for Master above all else. Keep your back arched, there’s a good girl” Belle said as she leaned down on top of Grace and kissed her again. Their bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing against each other as their legs intertwined. This time Belle didn’t stop kissing, instead she moved down slowly from her lips, over her collar and down to Grace’s chest. She sucked on her nipple before playfully biting it, causing Grace to gasp. Belle looked up at her with a smirk,

“Couldn’t resist”

She continued down, hands caressing lower and lower as she kissed and worshiped every inch of Belle’s body. All the while she kept her own on perfect display, her legs spread a hand’s width apart, her back arched, her ass raised just enough that if her Master did decide to make use of her he would find her at the perfect angle.

Finally, Belle made it down to her thighs, breathing in the scent of Grace’s girlish excitement. “I thought you told me you didn’t like girls?” She teased, gently running a finger up Grace’s puffy slit.

Grace was so overwhelmed she could hardly process her feelings in that moment. She was reluctant to admit she was bi, and yet her body showed no such hesitance.

Belle kissed her inner thighs, touching her everywhere but where she wanted, her hips rolling in her frustrated need. “Patience baby” Belle said, smacking her thigh playfully, “I know, you’re just hungry aren’t you?” She teased, pulling back for a moment onto her knees again.

She reached behind her and undid the straps of her one piece, shimmying out of it gracefully and tossing it aside. “Much better” she said, crawling back on top of Grace again, this time straddling her chest.

Grace could feel the wet heat of her pussy against her bare skin, flushing an even deeper shade of red as she lay transfixed by the beauty on top of her.

“I’m going to sit on your face baby. I want you to use your tongue, just try and match what I’m doing, okay?” Belle said, cupping Grace’s cheek gently to make sure the overwhelmed slave was focusing on her words.

Grace wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but before she could respond, Belle had turned around, lowering her pussy down onto Grace’s face, her own head nuzzling between the inexperienced girl’s legs. Then there was no time for questions.

The sweet, musky heat of her pussy filled her senses as Belle sat on her face. For a moment she simply breathed it in, then she felt the other slave’s tongue snaking inside her, her moans vibrating through Belle’s body.

Do what she’s doing the thought occurred to her, and knowing she was far past the point of no return, she dove in. Her tongue trace up and down the length of her slit, tentative and cautious at first, but growing more confident with each stroke. Her arousal was making her more needy, and the more she pleasure Belle, the more she was pleasured in return.

For her part, Belle played with her like she was an instrument she’d been using her whole life. Her tongue was precisely where it needed to be, when it needed to be there and Grace knew the girl could have made her cum in 30 seconds if she so desired.

It was clear she wanted to draw things out however, and Grace quickly felt her tongue beginning to tire as she licked, stroked and probed around her clit, Belle’s muffled moans of pleasure rolling through her.

“Master…” Belle called out, lifting her head for a moment, her voice heavy with need, “please may we cum for you?” She begged, moaning aloud this time as Grace drove her tongue deeper inside, so wrapped up in the heat of the moment she had little time to think of anything else. She rolled her tongue back and forth over Belle’s clit, noticing how her body tensed and the flow of arousal that came with it. She reached up and grabbed Belle’s pert little arse to bring her closer, wanting to push her over the edge alongside her.

“Cum for me”

His voice struck deep, cutting through the haze of arousal. It wasn’t permission, it was a command, one she must obey. Both girls came hard and suddenly, their bodies shaking in pleasure as their orgasms tore through them.

As she returned to reality, Grace relaxed beneath Belle, her head lolling back as she took in what had just happened. She felt a wave of humiliation at what she had just done, but with that came the familiar tingle of arousal. What was happening to her? Did she really just have sex with a woman, and more importantly, did she really want to do it again?

She hardly had a moment to process it however as she felt the bed dip, glancing over to see her Master stripping off his pants.

“Both of you in position. Face down, ass up” he commanded, Belle was already moving before he had finished the last word.

Grace caught her Master’s eye for just a moment, her face smeared with cum, her cheeks flushed with desire, and she knew then that she was truly his. Now and forever.

Have you ever wondered what true submission looks like? Is it when you push yourself to your limits? But it was you who wanted to push yourself. That's still autonomy in its own sense. Your body craves abuse and mind, degradation. That's the thing, YOU crave it. You want to be abused and degraded and humiliated and everything in between and trust me, there's a lot in between!

Or maybe you're just a distracted pain slut who will rub her needy little cunt to the thought of pain and even bruise her perfect tits, slap her leaky cunt and "blush" up her cheeks to look prettier. But it's still you who want to look prettier and bruise and mark yourself.

That's autonomy that you don't need. It's a burden, it's worthless, it's of no use for a fuck thing like you, isn't it? You want to be guided, told what to do, to be used and broken, and left brain brain dead, mindless, leaking and drooling from your holes and an insatiable ache to be praised for being an abuse doll, a cock sleeve for me to use and bruise as I see fit.

True submission is when you realize you can be turned on an off like a sex toy, a strong willed feminist one moment and a piss hungry urinal, a brain dead bimbo the next- both a role model to young women. You are completely bare, figuratively and can be made bare, literally, any time that I want. You can't think of a thing that would keep from me, wouldn't surrender if I told you to, your autonomy being the first one.

It's both scary and exciting, isn't it? To switch so easily from a woman to a depraved, desperate fuck thing. It's scary that you can go in and out without resistance. Coming back out is a struggle and I can toy with you as much as I want, sometimes just because it is amusing. Lick your lips. If you did, you know what you are right now. Some days you will switch so much, you would forget which one is the real you- the woman or the abuse doll, the feminist or the bimbo, the short tempered lady or the dumb bitch, the queen or the slave. Frankly, I don't seem to remember. Do you even want to remember?

All that you need are a few words and down on your knees you go, drooling and begging to be hurt and marked for me, to moan and whimper until I am forced to muffle you and whisper all the things that I would do to you in a few moments from now. It's possible I don't tell you everything, or I do but I leave out some details, important details even or even the chance that I'm completely lying and I have something else in mind for you. Shh, shh- feel your heart beat and your mind rush. Stop thinking- you don't think, do you? The anxiety and the anticipation of being choked, groped and slapped mixed together just makes you needier, more fun to be toyed with, pant you more and just, dumber and more desperate.

Look at you, heart racing and mouth dry yet open to welcome a cock in. I would choke you while you stand in front of me with your hands behind you back while I examine my property. I grope and slap your cunt and tits and see how you react, hit them harder and harder and see when you flinch and move. I would spit on your face and lick it. "Don't move, I won't repeat" is what I would whisper in your ear after.

I would continue to push you, slap you harder until you break and move again. I would walk you to the wall, push you against it. Perhaps this would make it easier for you, you distracted dumb cunt. I would continue abusing you, first with my hands and palm and slowly transition to rulers and clamps. I wouldn't stop until you squeal with pain. I would make you kneel down on the floor and choke your throat with my cock and shut you up. I don't like noisy cunts. You will feel your hot breath hit you back in the face as you struggle to breath with your mouth full with my cock.

Just when you start gasping for air, I would spit on the floor make you lick it like a thirsty little bitch while I fuck your pussy and toy with the plug in your ass- taking it in and out and see you squirm and see your mind break right in front of me. Don't worry, I will pull your hair and make you look at yourself in the mirror as I do so. If you closed your eyes to feel your leaky cunt, I would slap you and wake you up. I would fuck needy moans out of you while I pull your hair and bruise your ass and tits pretty purple and red.

I would then pick you up and pin you against the wall while I use your mouth like a flesh light. Fuck things like you don't need to speak, do they? I would ask if you were a fuck thing and before you managed to babble anything, deep in your throat would my cock go. It was a rhetorical question. I will make you forget what you were before we started.

I would stand you up and ask if you were a fuck thing again, choking you. I would slap you each time you answered. Again and again, harder and harder until your pussy becomes your mind and all your stupid thoughts, choked out of you. I would then take you to the bathroom where you deserve to be used.

Once we came out, we would hug tight until your heart stopped racing. I would kiss your neck while I rubbed your back and whispered what a good girl you were for me. Shh, just let daddy take care of you. We would shower and I would soap you up and bathe you and then hug you some more as the warm water calmed your body and mind alike with your head resting on my chest, arms around me while I kissed your head.

After the shower, I will dry you up and we will slip into the blankets where we will cuddle, sharing your favorite chocolate and our favorite show. You will feel my breath as my chest moves up and down. I will run my hands through your hair and pat your head and smooch you until you felt asleep on my arm.

Trigger warnings: >!Non-consent, abduction, public humiliation, death, blood and blood drinking (I mean...they're vampires), degradation, and sexual harassment (including not between MCs)!<

Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

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Sebastian’s hand doesn’t leave my lower back as he pushes me inside the large, decorated room. He shuts the door softly behind him, but I’m too awestruck to really pay attention to what he’s doing.

The room is large, at least several times the size of my room back in Korya. The arched ceiling is decorated with hanging chandeliers and intricate golden patterns against its deep red colour.  The walls are equally well decorated, though interspersed with detailed paintings. All except one, that is, and a frown etches my brows when I see massive windows lining the far wall.

The curtains are open and it’s dark out, but still, I thought vampires burned in the sunlight…? It’s just like the windows in the rest of the castle, but it just reminds me of how none of this makes any sense.

I shake myself out of it as Sebastian leads me further into the room towards a massive bed sitting in the very middle. Its colour scheme matches the rest of the room, and it’s surrounded by equally opulent dresser drawers and bedside tables.

The rest of the room is furnished with couches, armchairs, ottomans, and tables. Along one wall there’s even a burning fireplace surrounded by a few chairs and a couch, and on the opposite wall is another door leading to a different room.

It's strangely…comfortable. For a vicious, bloodthirsty vampire king that is. I was expecting humans chained to the ceiling, blood and guts strewn about the floor, and maybe even a stairway leading directly to the dungeon.

But it’s all so normal, despite the cruelty of the man occupying it.

And that man is going to…claim me. My breath catches as I remember just why he led me to this room, and when he grabs the chain of my shackles, I hesitate, bringing my hands closer to my chest on instinct.

He reaches into his back pocket, smirking at me. “Relax,” he says, pulling out a key. “I’m only taking these off, princess.”

My breathing calms just a bit, and I let him unchain me without complaint. Once my wrists are free, I rub them, the skin feeling a little raw after carrying the heavy shackles for so long.

Next, he repeats the same process with my collar, and I breathe a huge sigh of relief at not having to carry the heavy metal around my neck anymore. But now that my chains are gone, I suddenly feel naked. I’m already practically naked, honestly, and with the way Sebastian’s eyes snag on my exposed stomach, I know he hasn’t forgotten either.

I stand there a little awkwardly while he puts away the restraints on a table. “I’m worth more to you if you don’t touch me,” I suddenly blurt.

He looks at me from the table, chuckling as he makes his way over to me. “What was that?” he asks, gripping my arms and slowly backing me towards the wall.

“I–“ I try to speak, but I’m cut off when he braces his hands on either side of my head, his face inches from mine. He’s so intimidating, so everywhere that it takes me a minute to catch up. After a moment, I finally manage, “Please don’t hurt me.”

He comes closer, and I think he’s about to kiss me, but then he just sticks his fangs out, dragging them across my bottom lip. “Begging won’t do you any good, Anastasia, even if I do enjoy it.”

A cold sweat breaks out as I register his words. He could ruin me if he wanted to. He could torture me and leave me a begging, sobbing mess on the floor…and he’d probably enjoy it.

But despite that, I’m too scared to think clearly. “Please…” I whisper, desperate. He grins, and for a stupid, ridiculous second, I think he’s going to show me mercy, but then his lips collide with mine.

I gasp, horrified, as he aggressively kisses me. I try to push him away, but he just calmly grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, his other hand gripping my throat to keep me steady. When I pucker my lips, he doesn’t even react. Instead, he forcefully yet slowly pries them apart with his tongue, groaning when he pushes it inside.

He's so close I can feel his fangs against my face. My resistance falters a bit at that, remembering the promise he made that he was going to feed on me.

After a minute, he twists me around, still kissing me. His hands grip my waist as he pushes me back and back, so fast that I don’t pay attention to whatever is behind me. I trip on something, and I only realise it’s the bed when my butt lands on the soft mattress.

He pushes me down further until I’m lying flat on my back, all while he keeps kissing me. His body looms over mine, his hands gripping my shoulders to keep me steady while he violates my mouth.

A moan escapes me despite myself, and it’s only then that he pulls away, just half an inch. “Fuck,” he groans, looking into my eyes.

I don’t get a chance to respond before he kisses me again, more intense and more demanding. His kiss moves down to my jaw, my breath catching with pure terror when he kisses my neck, but he keeps traveling down. He kisses my collarbone, the swell of my breasts, my ribs, my stomach, and I only realise where he’s going after it’s too late.

He kisses me right on my clit from above the flimsy, see-through silk covering me. “Please don’t,” I plead. I’d do anything to avoid him touching me there more than he already has.

I expect him to look pleased with my resistance, but instead, he looks angry as he looks up at me. “I’ve been smelling you since I touched you earlier. I will fucking taste you, Anastasia, and you’ll be a good girl and let me.”

He sounds desperate, almost like he’s angry with me that I’m trying to stop him. It confuses me, because can’t he just take it regardless of my reluctance?

He doesn’t let me wonder for long, because before I can say anything else, he moves the fabric to the side, laying it across my hip and leaving me exposed. His hot breath fans me, making me shiver, and he groans as his tongue extends to…taste me.

I’ve never had a man do this to me before, so the sensation feels foreign and strange, but also strangely pleasurable. I can’t stop the way my hands grip the bedsheets at my sides as he eats at me, licking my entrance and making me whimper.

“Gods…” I breathe, barely stopping myself from begging him to stop. He obviously wants me to shut up and take it, but it’s a struggle. The way he’s violating me with his mouth feels weird and uncomfortable, simply because he’s so close and so far up into my private parts.

But I also really don’t like when it starts to feel good.

His tongue continues to lick at my entrance, pushing inside just a little and wringing gasps from my gaping mouth. I have to grit my teeth to keep from crying out, it’s so intense and so intimate and so damn good.

“Tell me you don’t fucking love this,” he says, lips moving against me as he speaks.

I shake my head even though he can’t see me, but I don’t say anything either.

“Anastasia,” he demands firmly, hands moving up to grip my waist in a grip so tight I wince. “Fucking answer me when I’m talking to you.”

“I–“ I gasp, feeling his mouth moving back down to kiss my clit. “I don’t.”

Was that a lie? I don’t even know.

He must think it’s an obvious lie though, because he chuckles, muttering, “Such a liar, princess.”

I don’t get a chance to offer a rebuttal before he sucks my clit into his mouth.

I moan, unable to stop myself. His tongue flicks it while it’s in his mouth, and I know, deep down, that there’s no stopping me from climbing to the peak he’s relentlessly pushing me towards.

He keeps going, eventually releasing my waist to grip my inner thighs, prying my legs apart. His fingers crawl closer and closer, eventually moving inside me. I groan at the sensation of his thick, rough fingers inside me, moving slowly and soaking himself in my clearly obvious arousal.

“I can’t…” I whimper, feeling that familiar arousal low in my abdomen, letting me know I’m close. “Please.”

He doesn’t even reply. He seems so lost in me, in how I taste and how I feel against his tongue, mouth, and fingers that he just can’t release me to speak. All I get from him are more aggressive motions, more licking and sucking and fingering until finally, I can’t hold it in anymore.

I cry out, legs shaking and shivers racking my body as I come apart with the king between my legs. Even through the fog, shame coats every emotion, but I can’t stop myself from grinding against his face, desperately chasing that pleasure he’s giving me.

I slump against the bed what feels like hours later, and he finally stops. He kisses me just above my clit, moving slowly upwards, kissing and licking a slow path upwards just like he did downwards minutes ago.

When he reaches my lips, I don’t have the energy to resist as he pushes inside my mouth, forcing me to taste the evidence of what I just did.

My cheeks flame hot as I taste myself on him, but luckily, he doesn’t acknowledge my embarrassment. He kisses me deep, and despite how much I wish it didn’t, it feels good, the way his soft lips feel against mine.

But then, suddenly, I feel his hand moving down my body, eventually leading to his pants.

“No,” I desperately try to protest against his lips, but the sound gets muffled. I look down, horrified as he unbuttons himself and reveals his thick length, already dripping with his arousal at the tip.

He keeps kissing, not even acknowledging my struggle as he slowly pushes into me.

He’s so thick that the stretch makes me groan in pain, but he doesn’t care. He pushes deep, bottoming out and forcing me to feel every hard inch of him. He stops there, pulling away just an inch from my mouth as he grins and mutters, “Just like I thought. You were fucking made for me.”

I frown, but I don’t voice my question. Not that he gives me a chance to, because before I can react, he kisses my jaw, then trails down to my neck.

Gods, no.

“Please don’t,” I beg again despite knowing how useless it is. “Anything but that, please. I’ll do anything you want, just not that.”

He begins thrusting as he breathes heavily against my neck, fanning the sensitive skin. “Save your breath, princess,” he mutters, and then his mouth closes over my neck.

This is the third time in the past few days that a vampire has come close to biting my neck, but this time, there’s no one to save me. According to them, I’m Sebastian’s slave, so there are no one who could stop him from doing what he wants to me. And right now, he wants to feed from me.

I shriek as his fangs penetrate my skin. He moans, so primal and deep that I almost forget what he’s about to do. I cringe as he withdraws his fangs, the sharp teeth scraping against the two wounds he made. His mouth quickly closes over the wounds, and he sucks deep.

Dread pours through me as he sucks my blood into his mouth, thrusts quickening and moans escaping him. He licks at my skin as he sucks, and I can tell he’s lost, wanting nothing more than to feel and taste me, but it doesn’t even give me any feelings of power.

All I can feel is the way he feels against my neck.

He’s so aggressive, and it sends shivers down my spine, but despite knowing everything about this is so damn wrong, I can’t help but enjoy it when he drinks my blood. I know what vampires do to humans, and it’s horrific and cruel, but the way he does it makes it feel pleasurable, even more pleasurable than when his face was stuffed between my legs.

“Please,” I beg, but I think we both know it’s not for him to stop.

His thrusts turn harder, going so far inside me I swear I can taste him, or maybe that’s just his mouth against my neck tricking my brain, because I swear I feel him inside me. Not just between my legs, but everywhere. Beneath my skin, in my head, in my very bones, I feel him, and it’s so intense and awe inspiring that for a moment, I can’t fathom how anyone could ever life without this.

I moan, my hands moving up to his muscular back to desperately cling to him before I realise what I’m doing, but I don’t stop. I pull him closer, too hazy and lost in pleasure to think clearly, and he groans against my neck. His mouth clings to the wounds, unable to let go as his thrusts turn more desperate.

I feel the impending climax again, coming easier now than the first time around, and I don’t think I even want to stop it, even if I could. He’s violating me, taking from me whatever he wants, and I should hate the way this feels, but I can’t. Because how can I hate it when all I feel is him and his mouth and his length inside me?

He finally withdraws his mouth, a whine escaping me at the loss of sensation, but I get silenced quickly when his mouth fuses with mine again.

I taste myself on him again, but this time, it’s my own blood. It feels depraved, the metallic taste coating each one of my senses like a brand. I try to fight, but there’s nothing I can do but take everything he gives me, and when his tongue swirls together with mine, I moan and lick his tongue like I’m starved for him.

He groans when I give in. His hands roam my body, my waist, my breasts, my throat, all squeezing and exploring as he takes me. His palms are warm and firm, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way they feel against my skin.

He eventually pries himself from my mouth, though I can tell it takes great effort. “You want to come, princess?” he mutters, and I nod. “Ask nicely.”

“Please,” I beg, and now we definitely know what I’m asking for. “Please make me come, please. Oh, fuck.” The swear word escapes me before I can stop it. I’ve always been chastised for swearing, so it’s not in my nature, but the way he treats me is making me forget everything I thought I knew about myself.

He grins, thrusts quickening to an impossible degree. He wraps one hand around my throat, squeezing, as his other travels down to where we’re joined, his fingers rubbing my clit in circles, and it only takes seconds before I come apart.

I scream, and he quickly absorbs the sound into his mouth, kissing me. Our tongues collide as the climax crashes over me, feeling more intense than anything I’ve experienced my life, even more intense than the torture just hours ago. I forget every part of myself as he pushes all the way into me, joining me as he releases deep inside me with a groan.

We both breathe heavily as we come back down from that high. It takes minutes for me to be able to feel my own body and think clearly, but when I do, I realise what just happened.

Shame and guilt rack my entire body. This man is our greatest enemy, and I just let him do all those things to me. Violate me and feed from me, and I got off on it like I’d never felt anything like that before.

He must sense my newfound apprehension, because when he pulls out and leans over me, his face softens, just a bit. “There’s no shame in enjoying a little debauchery,” he says, like debauchery is an adequate word to describe what we just did.

He stands, refastening his pants as I lay on his bed, reeling. “You’re staying with me from now on,” he explains, turning to face me.

“What?” I ask, sitting up. I hurriedly use the little fabric on my body to cover myself before I realise I’m laying on sheets. I quickly cover myself with them, clinging to the little privacy that they give me, but it feels way too intimate to lay beneath his sheets.

“I’m not letting you go back to the dungeons. Not after tonight. I’m keeping you here where I can keep an eye on you and take care of you, princess. You’ll be safe here with me.”

The with me bit of that sentence makes me feel extremely unsafe, but I don’t bother pointing that out.

“This is my floor. You’ll be free to move about as you please, but the guards know to not let you leave.” He smirks when I glare at him. “I have business to attend to. I’ll let you get comfortable in your new home.”

With that, he leaves, locking the door behind him and leaving me to get comfortable, whatever that means.

But…my new home? I know he just showed me off as his slave in front of his court and branded me, but the way he so casually tossed that word out gives me pause. Is he…is he going to keep me here? Until I die?

I don’t really know if I want to know the answer to that question, and I’m damn exhausted from what has easily been the worst and most demanding day of my life. I’ve had three orgasms in one night, so I don’t even have the energy to explore.

So, despite how much I hate complying with his demands, I do as he told me to. I tuck myself into bed, get comfortable, and minutes later, I fall asleep.

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Beatrice

It was a disgusting act of disgrace, and Beatrice could only grit her teeth, but she simply would not and could not forget that. Her colleagues from the fire department wanted to say goodbye to her, and that meant disgracing her in an even worse way than the stupid boy defending his stupid fire-starting girl.

"There's no point in arguing! Drop your pants so we might finish with your dishonor!"

 Beatrice hated Robertson's orders, as well as the murmurs of the rest of the team that gathered around her as if she wanted to run away and embarrass herself in an even worse way than they wanted to expose her to.

For the second time in a day, she unbuttoned her pants and lowered them in a single motion, just like her large panties.

Robertson whistled at the sight of her crotch and unbuckled the belt from his trousers. She thought he didn't find her attractive, but he wanted her to remember his imitation of a lustful look.

"Bend over the table." She gladly obeyed his command, complete with a slap on her ass. "You didn't like the original show and will hate this even more. Each of us will kiss you goodbye. Three, four, five times. Your ass may not be pretty, but it's going to serve as a drum for this belt."

The stripe of the leather began to make terrible music. At first, it consisted of slapping against reddish skin, and later, Beatrice's low whistle to compensate for the loud sobbing joined it. She didn't want to let the wailing happen, but that didn't change the fact that they gave her exactly what Robertson had promised.

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPP!!

Most of the time, she got the maximum number of five strokes on her bare. Only rarely did anyone take pity and let the strap land on her ass only three or four times. Some of them would often use their fireman's hand to slap it on a growing red spot. Tears welled up in her eyes, but even if she cried through the waterfalls, it wouldn't be enough to extinguish the heat that rose from the rear to her head, fueling the grave humiliation into which the taunts of her now former colleagues jumped like logs.

It didn't help that she had to leave the fire station with pants and panties down to her knees.

It was even worse after the sentence. 

The court ordered her to report to Grand Penanace, but since she had just lost her job, she had to go to Grand Charity, too. She still reached her door composed. Inside, she took every step heavier and hurt whenever she looked around. She considered it childish, but painful memories were also brought to her by the fountain spring, gushing up to the ceiling, decorated with a phoenix.

She felt sick when she looked at the leaflets declaring "Become a hero of the nation!" under the picture of several public service professionals, including firefighters. She wasn't sure she was supposed to be pleased that she sat down with a numbered note in her hand among only ten people. She felt like a member of the pathetic band of losers. After a short series of callings, directing people into eight rooms, she found herself in the office of a shorter guy with a grizzled mustache.

"Jesus, you're one of those girls from the news!" He tapped his fingers on the table so close that he almost hit her knuckles.

"Everyone knows your faces now. Although more because of the opposite end of the body." The man smacked and looked at the files on his computer. "Thanks to a tarnished reputation, it is obvious that you could be comfortable working somewhere where people will recognize you at first glance. That's why you might want to hear some job offers abroad."

Especially far away from here and from floozies that can destroy the house with a toaster. "That sounds like a reasonable action," Beatrice agreed. "If such offers are worthy of my dignity. I was the second strongest member of the brigade, and I was guaranteed to have the fastest reactions."

"You must have known how to use your hands," the clerk agreed.

 "However, I do not intend to travel to Europe. Not even to South America."

The clerk nodded. "Of course. Even a strong woman does not want to leave the comfort of civilization. However, I have something extraordinarily lucrative for you here. The National Bank of Quebec manager wants to expand his security team to improve the protection of his residences across the Disunited States and Post-Canada. So, if you're willing to take a clearance..."

"Yes, I am. Anything so I can look at myself in the mirror again!"

"Excellent. The only problem is that you are not the first to apply for the position. Fortunately, we can arrange a job interview for you tomorrow. Of course, it might be interesting if you apply to one of our programs?"

"What does it concern?"

"It may not even be necessary, but your signature will guarantee more unemployment benefits in exchange for receiving mild corporal punishment at the end of each week you don't find a job. I think it might suit someone like you. In addition, we will even help you with a recommendation as a bonus."

Beatrice was more bothered by the humiliation of her recent experience and had to admit that she wanted to be motivated. But most of all, she hoped that it would not be necessary.

"When you say mild corporal punishment..."

"We mainly use switches and floggers. When it comes to position, you can choose from our collection."

He bent down in one of his drawers and pulled out the photographs he spread in front of her. There were men and women of different ages, all naked while submitting to their reprimandings. Beatrice could imagine someone chosing to lie on their stomach on the bench or be chained to a pole but hanging by their arms or legs? Victims were mostly not visible in the face. The image focused on scars, stripes-covered backs, and buttocks. But one middle-aged woman had her face visible from the side view, her mouth open in an unmistakable scream.

"I need any support," Beatrice agreed, even though her hand was shaking when she signed and her sore ass, marked by only her hand and belt, lamented.

Alexandra 

"Hey, ash-flower, could you set this place on fire with your boobs?" Unfortunately, after the disaster I caused, I no longer had my own home, and my uncle didn't want to accommodate me either, so I had to live right in the helot home of the Grand Penance, where men and women were not separated.

Ignoring the vagabonds from the other cells, I locked myself in mine. There was only a bed, a bucket like the ones in old prisons, and a closet for personal belongings. And, of course, an orange helot uniform with a white stripe for the shifts. Together with the things I was wearing, I put the damned slavery mark in the closet and hid from the world under a blanket, even though it was only seven. I knew I would have to try for a long time to fall asleep.

The white wall was as vapid as my future.  I lost my apartment, as I lost my fiancé, and I was afraid of seeing him again. Since my assistant position was recently eliminated, I have been waiting for a new one, and the penalty has complicated it.

I was ashamed, but all I had left was my pretty face and a hot figure.

I fell asleep several times. Only for about half an hour the first time and only for the fifth time did I fall into a rest in which there was no room for the heat of the flames or the lecherous remarks of the men. In the morning, I was rested but still had to force myself to let go of the duvet.

It was just as hard for me to put on my uniform, but the guys from the helot unit still looked at me as if I was completely naked. We rode on a wide truck deck, from which a tall cage rose into the air, the meaning of which, of course, was to remind us of our status. We sat there on small pieces of foam. I saw a couple of eighteen or so old boys, some of whom were still making fun of their surroundings, while others looked like they would say goodbye to last night's dinner soon. The older black guy whispered something intimate to an even older white woman, whom he seemed to know well, even exchanging with what looked like small statues of foxes. A girl about my age tried to converse with me, not understanding why I was the saddest soul of the two dozen unwilling servants of the state. Possibly a homeless woman without a TV. She could teach me the principles of life on the street.

The hardest was the presence of Beatrice, and I'm not just saying this as a comment on her shape. When she saw me, she forced two people to reseat so she wouldn't have to stare at her face.

 I would have loved to help her, but I couldn't help myself either. I couldn't answer the talkative girl or look through the bars on the Grand York streets. I little died inside as we stopped, and I finally looked around. Most of all, I saw countless still cars.

"We have a meeting of two corporate dynasties here," Flynn, our group's overseer, told us. He was a short fellow but more than ready to swing his baton and tease us with his sarcastic eyes to torment any petty criminal or anyone assigned to them because of their bad luck. The pretty girls were probably doubly unlucky.

"I'm talking about Pelletiers and Lynch-Metzens," he continued his speech. "They have come to divide their spheres of influence in the market, and soon they want to confirm it at a magical soireé. Today, however, they are warming up their butts in the conference hall and need help from the pariahs. And I don't mean myself. I just brought them the pariahs."

It was easy to divide the buckets of water and pieces of cloth. It was more difficult for us with the cars themselves. The overseer finally told us that we were only involved in three medium-sized squares to improve.

"A sleek design for a sleek design," Flynn commented on me while I was trying to wash off the white infamy out of blue Casa Ultra. Unfortunately, one has to bend a lot.

"Your ass and legs might be a distraction," Flynn snapped lewdly.

I wanted to leave it unanswered. I wished to work off my punishment by pretending it was a wasted time that never happened. But the guys around prevented me from doing so, it didn't matter to me anymore who it was.

"Then find the biggest pig here so they don't distract you!" I yelled at Flynn, but I swear I wasn't looking at anyone in particular at the time, not intentionally. But my head was turned in the direction that someone might think I was talking about a nearby worker... Beatrice.

My acquaintance, an angry giantess, first fully immersed her hand in her bucket of water and then slowly pulled it out, clutching a soapy rag, like someone holding a hand grenade.

Beatrice might have shoved it down my throat, but Flynn pushed us away. No one around was working at that moment, everyone stopped to see how our wrestling – fat versus skinny — turned out. A passer-by was also stiff on the spot, an Asian woman in a tight black suit with her back exposed.

Flynn pulled a rag out of my mouth and slapped me immediately.

 "Whoever obstructs the execution of the sentence must receive a well-deserved additional punishment!"

However, he uttered his harsh words with the utmost satisfaction. He broke me at the waist and unbuttoned my pants with a swift grab. It reminded me of something and I wanted to get out of the way, but his strong hand on my back warned me not to try anything. Flynn pulled my uniform pants down to my knees with a few clumsy movements, and the panties soon followed. 

My ass shuddered at the thought of the near future.

The Overseer pushed me to him so my lap rested on his knee. I looked back and saw that he had undressed a little too. He took off his massive brown-to-black boot, which protects a person from the cold in increasingly inclement weather. 

It's going to warm us both up tonight.

Flynn pressed me roughly on the shoulder to make my elbows touch the car's hood. I figured that my ass, "decorated" with scars and bruises, must look even fuller, and other helots were quickly moving so that they could see well. I couldn't plug my ears, and I wasn't spared of the quiet sarcasm around me, so I closed my eyes, determined not to open them until it was over.

SMACK!!

"OOOWWWARGHHH!”

The sole kissed both my cheeks, and I howled like a dog. Dozens of earlier injuries from battles with Beatrice and Quentin began to burn me again and made me cry. I tried to flinch, but I guess I only made things worse. 

THUD! THUD!

He aimed the next two strokes at my thighs. I didn't have as many injuries from the last time there, but Flynn employed much fiercer strength. I was sure that I would avoid any sitting in following weeks.

 Then Flynn turned his attention back to my ass, but even though I'd seen relief in it a moment ago, it suddenly became a new, escalating agony. My whimpering must have been adding strength to Flynn's swing, but I couldn't help myself. Each stroke made me scream more, which made him a little happier.

When he got to the fourteenth stroke, he did nothing for a while, but I didn't dare to hope. Rightfully. He bent me all over the car’s hood and I felt his fingers scratching me on both cheeks. The bastard opened them and in no time I felt something, probably the toe of his shoe, kicking me into my asshole.

"WAAAAAA!" I cried so much I must have been heard beyond the Arctic Circle. When Flynn finally let me go, I was out of the balance. I hesitantly walked away from the car, not wanting anyone else to see me half-naked. I only took another step, but that was enough to bump into someone. I quickly opened my eyes full of tears. It was that elegant Asian woman.

"Sorry, I didn't see you!"

"Don't apologize!" The lady may have been a little startled, but she looked at me as if she had found spilled pearls while walking in the city. "You're the self-arsonist whose punishment never ends!"

"I hope it ends soon," I whispered, pulling on my pants and panties again, even though the fabric was already something like a touch of Satan's thumb to me.

She shook my hand. "Yuka Lynch-Metzen. Nice to meet you. Are you currently employed?" She asked the question very quietly, indeed.

"Unfortunately, I have no prospects at the moment."

"My husband would need a new masseuse. When you can..." She bent down to my ear and whispered. "Go to the Solitude Hotel. Tell the receptionist: "From the ashes did not rise a phoenix, but a dove."

 Yuka found her car and drove off with it. Flynn stared at me blankly. He had the shoe back on, but he was probably hesitant whether to be happy about my punishment or angry about my contact.

"This group is causing a lot of problems," he sputtered. "I can't force you to do more work, but after the shift is over, you'll all stay on the track back for two hours."

"I have to leave!" shouted Beatrice. "I have a job interview!"

"Your morale is more important than your job," grumbled the overseer. "So be glad for this lesson, otherwise I'd thrash you like your friend."

I couldn't sit down with the others on the truck deck, and couldn't look into anyone's eyes. But I also couldn't forget Beatrice. If Yuka can help me, she can help her as well.

Beatrice

"Yes, ma'am. Unfortunately, it's the end of the week, and you definitely want your benefits," said the clerk sadly but also a little mischievously. "It is necessary to undergo an incentive punishment, just as you agreed." 

At least half of those benefits would go to pay for the hitman, Beatrice thought as she followed the guy into the back soundproof room. Apart from a stern-looking woman in uniform, there were only a few wooden pieces of furniture. The officer ordered her to undress and fold her dress on the short bench.

It's already a progress. It will be the least humiliating beating. Beatrice, however, doubted it a little when she saw a security camera on the ceiling.

The officer bound her hands with handcuffs with a longer chain, which she connected to an iron ring hanging on the pole. She stood at Beatrice's side when she unbuckled a long flogger from her waist.

"You chose five strokes over the back and five strokes over the buttocks." As if she had to remind Beatrice of her naivety. 

"ONE!" The woman shouted, but her ugly voice was followed by a much worse sound of the flogger slashing the air and then setting Beatrice's back into the fire of pain.

"Ugh." She resisted the desire to yell loudly, but she knew she would not be able to avoid it in the end. She just needed to keep her pride.

"TWO!" Beatrice expected to get the full number of strokes between her shoulders first before the bailiff moved lower, but this burning stroke was aimed at her ass. Beatrice jumped up and tried to free herself from her steel bracelets, but, unfortunately, her strength was not enough.

"THREE!" The pain in her back was incomparable to anything she'd experienced in the last few days. She clung to the pole and clenched her bottom.

"FOUR!" Although she did not doubt that her ass was bleeding in places, it began to make it more pleasant for her to enjoy the simple pressure that the wood of the pole was exerting on her pussy in the middle.

"FIVE!" Even the pain at the top was a little more bearable, even pleasant, when she was discreetly rubbing herself by the subtle movements up and down. She began to look forward to both even and odd strokes.

Alexandra

Solitude looked more like a vampire's castle than a hotel. The Gothic building, however, was lit from more sources than I thought physically possible. I guess I understand that there were people bothered by today and wanted to move to the Old World and the Old Times.

The receptionist may not have known who I was, but she was visibly disgusted when she saw my clothes, which certainly didn't come from the most expensive stores of the Grand York.

"I'm going to see Mrs. Lynch-Metzen."

The receptionist snickered but quickly turned serious. I told her the agreed password, and she had to use a special card to send me to the highest floor. When I came out of the elevator, I saw that instead of an entire wall, there was glass through which one could look at the city.

But I was sick of the city. I was only interested in the world behind the door. I knocked. The bell buzzed.

"Come in."

I walked inside and found myself in a small apartment, but incredibly colorful on the walls. Greek mythology met the Indian one in scenes related to the greatest earthly joys of mortals. There lay pink and purple pillows on the floor, from the kitchenette to the jacuzzi.

I haven't seen Yuka yet. "I wanted to explain that I've never massaged anyone," I started uncertainly, and took a few more steps. "However, I suppose you haven't been entirely honest about what you want from me."

"I couldn't talk about that outside." Yuka came out from behind the screen by the wall. She was wearing nothing at all, except for a steel collar. "You may be surprised, but I'm grateful for a rich husband. I have to accommodate him." She winked at me. "I want you to be nice to my nephew. He returns from Europe to get married. And we want to put him to a special test."

 I blushed. "In that case, I have even more right to ask you for something...

DON'T START HERE! Start at the Prologue. See the "Welcome" post pinned to the top of my profiIe for Iinks!

Teachers and high school seniors abducted and forced into extreme sex games on a remote island replica of their school. Kind of a choose your own adventure. Inspired by the anime "Euphoria", the book "Battle Royal", the show "Squid Games", and more.

In this one... his choice is greedy, 2 students and 1 teacher from previous games, and 1 new girl, a skinny blonde. Game is What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf in cafeteria. While writing chapter, dice were rolled to help generate outcomes.

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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

WARNINGS / KINKS

-Non-con, Violence, Male-dom

-Gross Tasting/Smelling, Bodily Fluids, Sweat, Feet, Armpits

-Bondage/BDSM, Electrocution, Scalding Syrup/Food Fetish

-Blood, Piss, Unconscious, Anal

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How to read S.O.L. Games (pronounced ‘soul’) :

• Start at the Prologue (Begin Game)
• Then read one or more Level 1 chapters in any order. (Jump Ropes, Floor is Lava, Pet Teachers)
• Then read one or more Level 2 chapters in any order. (Web Design, Teacher Taut, Chemistry, Tug of War)
• Then read one or more Level 3 chapters in any order. (Hide & Seek, Pencil Sharpener, Anatomy, Dodgeball)
• Then read one or more Level 4 chapters in any order. (Mr. Wolf, Stations of the Cross, LockHer, Four Square)

See the "Welcome" post pinned to the top of my profiIe to keep track of Iinks.

More to come! Enjoy!

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S.O.L. Games: What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf? - part 4

I find myself wondering what will happen if Gabrielle is unable to catch anyone as Wolf. As she weakly calls out numbers across the room at us, she appears unable to stand, let alone chase us.

But on the third round of call-and-response, something miraculous happens to save her. Mrs. Mandal messes up. The other girls call out simultaneously, but Aadya’s voice is a split-second out of sync, “What’s the time, Miss Wolf?” It’s a technicality, but it’s enough to get her the ominous 8-bit failure sound and the Announcer’s calm voice telling us to head to the counter again. I smile, yanking the screaming teacher by the arm.

* * *

Mrs. Mandal lies facedown, all four limbs spread wide and bound down flat on the countertop. She’s in a frog-legged forced splits position. I remember my biology class when we dissected frogs, splayed them like this. She’s bent at the knees, feet wriggling around hanging off the counter facing me. Her big ass on display before me, jiggling slightly as she squeals and struggles against her leather straps. I nudge Madison’s hand, and she shoves obediently, to the anguish of our teacher.

Silverware had been waiting for us at this station. A knife, fork, and spoon. The task is for each other girl to insert the handle of one of the utensils into the anus of Mrs. Mandal. When all three are in, we will replace them with… my  utensil, to complete the task.

I guide Madison’s hand, but ultimately she has to be the one to insert it. It’s so hot watching her sob, not wanting to do this to her teacher, but afraid of disobeying. I glide my free hand up and down Aadya’s bare back and butt, enjoying the way her mocha skin glistens with sweat, the feel of her slick tone back, her meaty butt cheeks. Madison works the thick rounded tip of the fork handle into the gross near-black sphincter. By the look of it, the 34-year-old woman may never  have stuck anything up this in her life. The dark wrinkles stretch, pried open slowly. I spit and rub around with my finger. Unkempt little pubic hairs all over make the sight even more disgusting, and yet I couldn’t be more turned on.

Next is Gabrielle with her spoon. She takes too long, that annoying teen voice of hers whining with hesitance. And hot chocolate syrup comes pouring down on her teacher in retaliation. The creamy liquid hits Aadya’s back, sending her into a spasming fit of screams. The machine above then starts panning back and forth, the syrup running up her back to her beautiful black hair, then back down to her plump ass, oozing down the middle of her cheeks. Gabrielle hurries to end Mrs. Mandal’s suffering, twisting the end of her spoon until it pushes in beside the fork. But the damage has already been done. Half of the Indian teacher’s mocha body is painted with an even darker chocolate glaze, scalding her shiny sweaty flesh.

Next, Melina takes the handle of her butter knife and pushes it at her teacher’s butthole unsympathetically. It clacks against the other utensils and slides in with little difficulty. Aadya moans in agony, chocolate still dripping down around the silverware in her butt, soaking her pubes and running down her cunt-lips.

Arcade sounds ring in my ears. That’s all three. Her butt is loosened up now, ready to take the fourth and last object. I grab all the utensils and pull hard. Aadya yells, her asshole gaping slightly. Luckily there’s no shit. Even if there were, it might go unnoticed among all the chocolate running down her ass crack.

I pause for a second to admire the sight of the bitchy teacher I always hated, sprawled and strapped onto the cafeteria counter, naked, covered in chocolate, molested asshole winking at me. Then I hold my cock, aim, and take the plunge forward.

The feeling is divine. A ring of tightness gripping almost painfully hard around my dick, fighting me. Then further in it seems to open up, pleasantly loose. The warm syrup acts as lubricant, and I push with unforgivable disregard for Mrs. Mandal’s well-being until I bottom out inside her bottom. My hands massage her big cheeks and thighs and love-handles, my senses too overwhelmed with bliss to hear her screams.

The punishment task ends quickly once I’m inserted, 8-bit sounds dinging happily. But I enjoy myself for a quick couple dozen pumps. It’s not every day I get the chance to fuck my teacher in the ass! I grab handfuls of her pillowy butt, still slick with chocolate. Slap, squeeze, spread apart, smush together with my cock sandwiched in the middle thrusting away.

I pick the fork back up from where I set it on the counter, toying with my teacher, playing with my food. I rake the sharp end across her skin, down her back, across an ass cheek. She quivers and squeaks from the sensations. Then I reach the fork underneath my balls, working it into the unused cunt beneath the anus filled with my cock. The fork scrapes its way inside, prong-tips making Aadya yelp and curse indignantly. With half the fork inside her vagina, I begin cranking the handle around so that the sharp end twists and stabs at her insides.

When I bore of this, I resume a brutal humping pace, dick churning her rectum, my hands back on her thick cheeks. The whole time, my mind wanders back to real life when this woman would yell at us in class, in the hallways. A proud feminist art teacher. A married woman much older than us high school boys. She was untouchable. Superior. Intimidating.

* * *

I watch a trickle of bloody chocolate run down Mrs. Mandal’s inner thigh as she stands at the wall, shaking, her breathing ragged.

“What’s the time, Mrs. Wolf?” the other girls call out for the third time.

The teacher curses under her breath, clearly distracted from the pain. “Uh… S-seven!” She winces, reaching back and holding her bleeding butt.

I feel the room hold its breath as we all realize her mistake before she does. “Shit! I mean 7 o’clock! 7 o’clock!” Too late. Arcade sounds go off, the Announcer already initiating a punishment task. “No! No, I said 7 o’clock!” She protests annoyingly.

But I step forward to begin dragging her to the serving area. The grown woman kicks and screams the whole way, like a child throwing a tantrum.

* * *

Again Mrs. Mandal is up on the counter, this time at a new station. She’s forced into a squatting ‘crab walk’ position. All four limbs spread pretty far apart, leather straps on her wrists and ankles, with nothing but hands and feet allowed to touch the countertop. Her belly faces up, her butt droops hovering above the counter. Her knees are spread, shaking, straining. Her cunt points right at me as I stand licking my lips at the sight.

Aadya is instructed to remain in this difficult position for an undisclosed cumulative amount of time without letting anything but her hands and feet touch the counter. I’m the only one that sees the TVs displaying a whopping 10 minutes. If she touches down, the clock stops, and she’s punished with hot liquid before continuing. The position alone is strenuous, but the rest of us are also commanded to lick continuously at Mrs. Mandal’s privates!

I gleefully grab the other girls’ heads and shove them forward with me to start the timer, arcade clock sounds dinging as we begin. We all squish ourselves together to get our heads in between our teacher’s dusky thighs. I’m surrounded by the wonderful smells of girly perfumes, sweat, musky crotch, chocolate, and a hint of metallic blood.

Little Gabrielle and Madison stand bent over the edge of the counter smushed under my weight as I wiggle in over top them, forcing their heads toward the dark crude asshole lower down. Meanwhile I hug Melina in beside me, cheek to cheek with her at the vagina. Although Melina’s mouth has been all over my cock and other genitals, it hasn’t done half  the nasty things the other mouths have done today, so I don’t mind sharing Mrs. Mandal’s pussy with it.

My cock jabs against Gabrielle beneath me as I’m overcome with sensations. The warm naked flesh of all the girls around me. Our faces all struggling to find the right angles, twisting to get all our mouths at the crotch at the same time. Panting breath filling the tight space between the older woman’s knees. Hissing nostrils straining for breath. Grunts and whimpers from high school senior girls forced to lick their teacher against their will. The sticky sounds of saliva, wet tongues sliding against wet tongues. Occasional gagging as the two girls beneath me have the more unfortunate task of lapping at the filthy bloody asshole. And the mix of flavors that fill my mouth! Cunt juices and leftover sweet chocolate syrup.

Aadya tries her best, shouting wildly, trying to ignore the discomfort, the debilitating licking of her most sensitive parts. But by minute 3, it becomes too much for her. She wilts, her big ass drooping lower and lower until finally we hear a loud ominous arcade failure sound. Followed by piercing screams as dark chocolate drizzles down onto her bare chest.

The rest of us take breaths of fresh air in the short reprieve from our duty. Melina continues to act as my assistant, holding Madison and Gabrielle in place while we wait. I watch longingly as the squealing teacher on the counter lies crumpled awkwardly, searing syrup pouring continuously down on her thrashing body. When she fails to get herself up, I decide to help lift her back into crab position. I wriggle two fingers into her cunt-hole and lift cruelly upward until she’s forced to put some muscle into lifting herself. The liquid stops flowing, and when all four of our mouths are back at it, the clock continues ticking.

Mrs. Mandal’s plump body looks so delicious glazed like a chocolate donut like this. Syrup drips slowly down her sides, down from her hanging ass cheeks. Her dark skin tone glistening even darker, shiny and wet, trembling under the strain of the painful pose. I suck on the thick flaps of outer labia. I dig my tongue inside her hole. Some chocolate drips down around my lips from her belly, plastering her pubic hairs down flat.

Around minute 8, she collapses once more, and her screams go ragged and hoarse and weak. She might be going into shock from the pain and exhaustion. Her body twitches pathetically, but she barely responds to anything, even when I try to lift her with my fingers hooked up into her twat.

I decide our feast of tasty crab meat has gone on long enough. I whisper to Melina to help me, and together we get our hands under our teacher’s ass, careful not to burn ourselves. Then we shove Gabrielle’s and Madison’s heads underneath the big butt, letting her sit her full weight on her little students. They squirm and shriek getting burned and sat on underneath, but we hold them there. It seems to count as Aadya not touching down on the counter, so we wait out the clock and finish up the task.

* * *

Mrs. Mandal leans slumped against the wall where I left her. Her plump dark curves jiggle slightly from the burden of standing, chocolate syrup still dripping slowly from her naked body onto the floor.

“What’s the time, Mrs. Wolf?” The girls around me call out again. Aadya’s voice responds weakly each time, barely above a raspy whisper.

When we get about two-thirds the way across the cafeteria, the wreck of a woman finally croaks out, “Lunch time.” Everyone runs.

And when the fatigued teacher fails to catch any of us before we reach our wall, she falls to her knees in defeat, holding her blindfolded face in her hands and sobbing unflatteringly. She looks as if she doesn’t know if she can physically handle yet another punishment. When she hears my footsteps approaching, she begins softly pleading under her breath, “N-no… Please. P-please, not again…” I ignore her, yanking the woman to her feet while Melina helps me round up the others.

The Announcer’s voice declares, “Final punishment task generated…” Several gasps echo around the room. This is it. Maybe the endgame is triggered when a player loses three times. The girls all seem somewhat relieved to know the end is almost within reach, but I just smile wickedly, ready to make the most of my remaining time with them.

“Position the females according to the on-screen diagrams…” I follow the Announcer’s instructions, almost unable to contain myself as I excitedly get to work, shoving the girls one after another up onto the counter.

Female 4 goes on the bottom. Madison gets placed sprawled out on her back on the counter, delicate arms and legs spread wide like a starfish, straps on wrists and ankles, bound tightly.

Female 3 is next. Melina gets placed in 69 position atop Madison in a similar outstretched manner, lying flat out with all her weight on the thin girl below. Melina’s arms and legs are bound to Madison’s limbs so that the girls lie tightly belly to belly, Melina’s crotch inches above little Madison’s face. The blonde on the bottom groans from the weight, the hard counter unpleasant under her back.

Female 2, Gabrielle, gets stacked belly-down on top of Melina’s back, with her face hanging over the ass crack beneath her. Gabrielle is shorter, so her crotch straddles Melina’s shoulder blades. Her arms and legs get pulled by leather straps as wide as possible just like the other girls, drooping down over the bodies below. All three girls yelp and shout miserable complaints.

Female 1 tops off the pile. Aadya is the thickest and heaviest of them all, and at least as tall as Melina. The girls below scream with pain as the teacher is sprawled out facedown on top, alternated the other way just like Melina. Aadya’s belly is on Gabrielle’s back, her face hanging right over the girl’s ass, her crotch straddled over the back of the girl’s head. Like the others, the teacher’s arms and legs are spread wide in all directions, though they slope down toward the countertop. She wiggles around constantly trying to use her hands and feet to prop some of her weight up, but it’s hardly any help with how stretched she is. Finally a few more straps bind her around the midsection, smashing all four bodies down tight and secure.

“The task is over when the male ejaculates. Begin.” I’m not told how  to proceed! I’m given no other parameters, no timer, no game. It ends when I cum. Whenever I decide basically. I let out a giddy burst of merriment and step forward holding my raging cock and admiring the noisy pile of meat.

The women make a giant sandwich of writhing flesh. Each girl alternates facing a different direction --- looking at them from one end, I see head, ass, head, ass. Poor Madison screaming in pain on the bottom, the only girl on her back. The other three ladies lie facedown whining with nearly as much discomfort. A double-decker 69. A layer cake, moist with sweat, several syrups, and the wonderful flavors of femininity.

I stand on the counter, rich with choices, and decide to dip into my teacher first. I’ve raped her ass already, but now I want her pussy. I grab her butt cheeks and spread. The dark cunt is a mess of wet pubes plastered down with chocolate. I aim and plunge. Without warning, without permission.

Aadya squeals. I sigh. My hips hump on their own, my cock stabbing into a vagina that tries to push me back out. She’s not ready at all, but there’s plenty of lubrication to help me slide in and out. Plus she’s not exactly tight. The woman must have plenty of experience. So I don’t feel bad going all out on her, jackhammering my teacher’s sloppy snatch.

My swinging ball sack brushing against the back of her pretty little head, Gabrielle pipes up annoyingly from below, “Ah! Stop! Can’t you just jerk off?! Please, just let it end!” That’s true, I could just cum quick and save them from this nightmare.

But instead I pull back and lift Gabrielle’s head up by the hair, quickly shoving my cock deep into the teen’s mouth to shut her up. URP URP GURP!!  I let the popular girl from my school clean our teacher off my dick, putting that dumb mouth of hers to better use.

Then I pull out of Gabrielle’s gagging skull and kneel down while she gasps and coughs dramatically. She spews copious amounts of slimy saliva all down the crotch of Melina right below her. Gripping Gabrielle by the hair, I shove her face down into Melina’s crack. Then my free hand does the same with Madison on the bottom, lifting her  by her blonde hair and smushing her face up into Melina’s cunt right above her. Their yelps are muffled as I rub them around, smearing Gabrielle’s spit, clearing my throat and adding some of my own. I make the schoolgirls’ faces meet in the middle, sharing the ass and pussy of their classmate, cute noses brushing each other, mouths practically forced to kiss.

Then I slide my cock between the two faces, prodding my tip at Melina’s drenched entrance.

I hear her shy voice from the other end, “Hey! W-wait what are you--? I thought we--” But her words turn to incoherent shrieks as I force my inside her young cunt. I let out an involuntary growl as bliss washes over me. Melina is super tight and unprepared, but her insides are slick and inviting. Even against her will, she seems to form to me, as if meant for this. Melina needs this. I needed to humble my new little sidekick, make sure she knows there’s only one  male in these games, and he does not share power.

Still holding the other two girls by the hair, I smush them together with my cock sliding in and out in the middle, mashing Gabrielle down onto Melina’s asshole, smothering Madison up under my clammy ball sack.

But suddenly I realize when I avert my attention from Aadya for too long, hot chocolate comes pouring down onto her back from above. She screams bloody murder as her flesh is scalded yet again, the whole stack of women shaking from her violent tremors. The syrup runs down her sides, dripping onto Gabrielle’s thighs and hips below her, making the teen join the guttural chorus of anguish.

I stand again and start jabbing my cock at Mrs. Mandal’s dark brown butthole to stop the flow of liquid from above. I feel her tear a bit as I force my tip into her sphincter just like earlier. A trickle of blood oozes around my dick, down her cunt, dripping onto Gabrielle’s hair below. The teacher vibrates with pain, her voice a constant husky wail.

I defile Mrs. Mandal’s asshole just long enough to enjoy myself, splitting her open for nothing more than a quick sample. I pull out and point down slightly, plunging right into her unsuspecting pussy. I soil her cunt with her own filthy ass, cleaning myself with the older woman’s vagina.

Then, lost in a fever of carnality, I race around the other side, shoving my slick cock into Aadya’s open mouth, stifling her moans of torment before she knows I’m there. Her muffled scream feels amazing on my dick, and I almost make her vomit as I thrust too enthusiastically, making her taste all her own horrid flavors I’ve been digging out of her body.

There’s so many things to fuck, I can’t help but move from one to the next. I pull out of Aadya’s jaw and squat lower to aim at Gabrielle’s crotch underneath. It’s hard to get a good angle at the shorter girl smushed between the taller ones in the stack, but I manage to shove my tip at her puffy little entrance. A nice pudgy warm ‘innie’ cunt. With my meat coated in plenty of teacher-spit for lube, I work myself inside. Unable to hold back my eagerness, I pierce into the poor schoolgirl way before she’s prepared enough to accept me. Damn it another bleeder. I ease up, slowing my pace and savoring her tight insides.

I hold Aadya’s face in my hands while slowly fucking the girl under her. My fingers caress my teacher’s beautiful face, wiping the dark tears of running makeup from her sultry cheeks. Her forehead still has the number 1 written on it, marking her as Female 1 for this game. My touch turns degrading, my fingers playing with her face. Pinching, prodding, slapping her cheek. I shove my fingers into her sobbing mouth, casually watching her gag and struggle not to puke. All the while, my hips pump in and out of Gabrielle beneath her.

This is fucking incredible! Anything I want to do, these girls are mine. It feels like yesterday I just saw them all in real life. Untouchable women I could only dream of. Yet here they are, my playthings.

While I pull out of Gabrielle and aim my frothy cock up into Aadya’s mouth, I take in the whole experience. While I force my teacher to clean my cock of her student’s blood and pussy juices, I gaze from one girl to the next, comparing them all as if critiquing food at a restaurant. I shift from hole to juicy hole for minutes on end, trying to decide my favorite.  

Madison Halpern, the delicate thin blonde. She was a virgin before today. Now she lies suffocating and crushed underneath the others. I remember seeing her at school. I can’t believe I got to explore every inch of her.

Melina Ruiz, the tall and elegant Mexican-Greek girl who wants to work alongside me to avoid the worst of these games.

Gabrielle Sadowski, the snobby rich girl I used to think was above me. Now look at the bitch, a disgusting mess. She’s so fun to fuck though.

Aadya Mandal, the insufferable feminist art teacher. Violating her, putting her in her place like this, I could do this all day. But as far as favorites?

In the end, I decide to neglect Aadya. Deserting her, and dessert-ing her. Letting the machine pour some more hot icing on top of my cake of women, I decide to finish up inside the best hole. Melina. I sink inside her once more. That inviting wetness sucks me in, fitting my cock perfectly, whether it wants to or not. As I grab hold of her soft hips and proceed to pound her into oblivion, I find myself wondering if she’ll reconsider her offer after this. As I bury myself to the hilt over and over, punching her cervix in the back, I wonder if she’ll keep trying to assist me in these games.

With naked crotches staring me in the face, with the smell of women and sex filling my lungs, with a sweaty glistening chocolate-glazed heap of beautiful females writhing before me, I can’t hold back any longer.

I pull back a bit, keeping my tip just inside Melina’s sopping hole… and I unload at last. Waves of ecstasy drown my senses, sending my head spiraling into a sweet numb intoxication.

My exhausted body moves on primal instinct, my hands pressing down on the stack of women to squeeze my jizz out of Melina’s trembling pussy. I watch it ooze and drip down from her pink lips to Madison’s face below. And without thinking, I raise my softening dick to Gabrielle’s mouth right above to make her clean me up.

As I stand upright, panting, I barely hear the arcade sounds blasting throughout the room. 8-bit sounds of victory. The Announcer’s voice declaring the game over. I dismount the counter, totally spent, my breathing slowing down. I gather my clothes, ready for a nice cool shower.

But as my eyes return to the pile of ruined women left quivering on the counter, I find myself wondering if it means anything that Aadya was the one to end the game by losing three times. Does this simply give her one of her 10 games needed to get off the island like it will for the other girls? Or is there some darker fate in store for her as punishment for losing?

I shrug, exiting the cafeteria without a further thought for the bound women. My stomach growls. Hmm, maybe it’s time for some lunch.

To be continued.

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*”Tell me exactly what you want.” Seth crossed his arms and stared down at Mary from his chair at the head of the table.

Mary, for her part, was on her knees on the floor next to him, head in his lap as he stroked her hair gently.

She had come to him, distressed, but hiding it well. Always hiding it well, his Mary. It was busy season for her at her work, and she was holding it together with pure stress, not strength.

“I—“ she gulped audibly. Seth continued stroking her hair silently, waiting. This wasn’t something he could force. “I need something I can’t win. I need something impossible. Not now, I have to keep my head straight, but in a month, maybe? And by surprise, if you can do that.”

He made a gentle noise of assent. “Of course.”*

When Mary got home at the end of the month on a Friday, she faced planted into Seth’s side of the bed, inhaling his scent like a drug.

When she woke up, the scent was even more intrinsically around her, muscled arms wrapped around her waist.

She whined, still exhausted but also wanting. She rubbed her thighs together and turned in Seth’s grasp, burying her face in his neck. She had been deprived of him all month; she felt malnourished of him.

He stirred awake with a soft groan. “It’s—“ he glanced at the clock “2:37. This is what you get for sleeping at six in the evening.”

She shrank back. “Sorry.”

“Mm, are you?” She stilled at the tone of voice. Not angry, of course not angry, never angry. But inviting.

She sat up. He did as well, scooting so his back was to the headboard of the bed.

“Do you want to be sorry?” He asked. She wet her lips, a bit nervous.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good.” He tossed the blankets off the bed and spread his thighs. He patted the space between them.

The lost blankets reminded her of three clothes she had tiredly stripped off before getting into bed, the air cool against her skin. She gulped, but crawled over, settling her back against his chest and sitting between his legs. His own hooked her ankles, spreading her wide to the open air, the slick already dripping from her cunt making her shiver.

Lightly, he dipped his fingers into her cunt, spreading the moisture on his fingers, then pinched her clit lightly between his index and middle fingers. She whined; it took more than that to make her cum, but it was enough to make her walls flutter involuntarily.

“Hmm,” he sighed in her ear, his other hand reaching for something under the pillows, “you’re a good girl, right?”

She nodded.

His hand returned, holding a bullet vibrator. He clicked through the setting before choosing one that met his satisfaction, then pressed and angled it to her clit with that same pressure that made her muscles tighten. “Then you’ll be good and not come until I tell you to.”

She whimpered. There was no way she was going to last long against the rumbling vibrations and the angle and the pressure and the desperation. It only took her thirty seconds to feel the oncoming waves. She tried to wriggle her hips away, but Seth knew just how to pin them down against him, keep her trapped in his embrace.

“Please,” she gasped, “please I’ll be good.”

“No,” the word was soft and mocking.

“I’ll— I’ll— I’ll suck you off, I’ll do anything—“

She felt him smile against the sensitive skin of her neck, sucked lightly.

“Oh, but you know that doesn’t work on me.” He cooed.

She twisted her head, buried her face partially in his neck, keening when the orgasm washed over her.

He kept the vibrator there, letting her ride it out.

When she was done and panting, he switched it off and set it aside.

He flipped her on her stomach, grasping her wrists with one hand. The other he used to smooth the skin of her ass cheeks.

“Now that’s not what a good girl does,” he purred. “Count.”

She yelped at the first swat. “O-one,” she gasped.

Another. “Two.”

He made it all the way up to twenty before running a finger down her spine, signaling he was done. She shivered pleasantly.

“Up,” he commanded. Slowly, she got up.

He grabbed a pillow and dropped it on the floor. “Kneel.”

She nodded and did as asked.

He went to his desk and grabbed a glass of water she hadn’t noticed. He returned to her and tilted her chin up with a finger, pressing the rim of the glass to her lower lip.

“Drink,” he said. She obeyed, drinking until she lost control of his tilting of water and she coughed a bit.

He pulled back, setting the glass back down. He grabbed her chin, tilting her head this way and that to admire the glimmer of water running down her chin.

“Very pretty,” he cooed. “Now. You have a choice to make. We go back to sleep, or we continue training.”

She gulped. “Training?”

“Yes. You need remedial training, obviously, for being a good girl. You barely lasted five minutes before disobeying me.”

“What would training entail?” She asked.

“What we just did. Over and over again until you got the picture.”

She swallowed, mouth dry again. She and Seth both knew she only had three real orgasms in her at any given time before they stopped being orgasms and just turned into her muscles trembling and something between pleasure and pain. And she always got exponentially more sensitive. The spankings would just be more and more intense with the same amount of effort on Seth’s part.

Truly efficient training.

She lifted her head proudly.

“I want to be a good girl.” She declared.

Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

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It’s been a tough week, to say the least. Nothing I wouldn’t normally be able to handle, but still. Things have piled up and I am drained.

My period kicked my ass during the first half of the week and because I didn’t have enough painkillers (or patience for people, really) I ended up behind at work. I spent the latter half of the week desperately trying to catch up, even working on the big project we’re doing from home during my off hours. I managed to catch up – barely – but it’s also made me lose all sense of time and self.

My husband, Victor, has been amazing, but I feel like I’ve barely seen him lately. It’s my fault, obviously, after having spent so much time and energy at work, but he’s still been there for me. Cooking for me, letting me cry or sleep on his shoulder.

I think it’s time to pay him back for that tonight. We haven’t slept together in two weeks because of all this stress and my bad mood, but with my period ending two days ago, I feel ready now.

God, do I feel ready.

When I pull into our driveway, I spot him through the window, cooking something in the kitchen. Smiling, I turn off the ignition and hurry inside. Softly shutting the door behind me, I say, “Hey,” and begin making my way into the kitchen.

I’m exhausted, and hungry, so the smell and sight of the pasta he’s cooking is enough to make my mouth water. Especially with how he looks in that damn apron he likes to wear to not ruin his fitted white shirt and black jeans.

He looks delicious, but right now, my stomach is demanding that I feed it some real food.

He turns as I lean on the kitchen island behind him. “Hey, baby,” he greets, walking over to me to give me a kiss. His hands trail down to my bare thighs, lifting me as he kisses me hard. He places me on the island, making my skirt ride up just a little bit, and I cross my legs when he gives me the room to. “How was your day?”

Since it’s Friday, it was a little more hectic than usual, even compared to the rest of this week. I’m completely spent, so I reply with a breathy, “Exhausting.”

He nods sympathetically, turning back around to check if the pasta is ready. “I know,” he says, draining the water from the pot. “I know it’s been a tough week for you. But tonight, I want you to relax for me, okay?”

I nod even though he can’t see it. “I’ll try.”

“No. You will. Just turn off your brain for tonight and let me lead, okay?”

My insides twist with hints of arousal, because I can tell this isn’t just about feeding me and taking care of me. He’s up to something, I just wish I knew what.

“I understand,” I say, unsure if I should use his honorific right now or not.

He doesn’t correct me anyway, instead saying a proud “Good girl” that makes me smile.

He finishes up the cooking, and I plop down onto the floor as he places two bowls on either side of the kitchen island. We each take our stools and begin eating, idly chatting about our days though we pointedly avoid talking about my work, something I’m grateful for. A distraction is what I need right now, and my husband’s rolled up sleeves is certainly a good distraction.

Once we’re done, I try to help put away the dishes, but he shoos me away and makes me sit while he does it. We don’t talk while he cleans, and my pulse quickens when I remember that he clearly has something planned for tonight.

He puts away the last of the dishes, then slowly walks over to me. I’m still sitting on my stool, but my nerves keep me from looking up at him. It’s not that I’m scared of him or anything, but he can be intimidating in a unique way when he’s all domineering and confident.

As though to prove that point, my heart stutters when he gently grips my chin and tilts my face up, forcing me to look into his beautiful eyes. “Are you full?” he asks, and I nod. “Good.” He smiles. “I got you something.”

I can’t help but frown. “You did?”

He nods. “It’s been a rough week for you, baby, and you’ve done damn well at work. I got you something, and I want to try it out with you.”

Try it out with me…?

He catches the confusion in my eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing scary. I know you’ll love it.” He lets me go, offering his hand for me to take. “Come with me to the bedroom.”

I obey, grabbing his hand and letting him help me up. Still holding my hand, he leads me through our house and to our bedroom. He gently pushes me inside before shutting the door behind us, sealing us inside, and I know we’re now in our dynamic.

I obediently wait where he left me, letting him take the lead like he said. He walks around me, pressing his chest against my breasts and placing his large palms on my shoulders. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Master,” I breathe. He’s so tall, so large, it’s intimidating and addicting. I want nothing more than to please him right now, and I just hope he’ll give me the opportunity to.

He smiles proudly, kissing my forehead. He then leads me to the bed, and it’s only now I notice the small box laying in the middle.

I go to grab it, but he grips my wrists. “Ah-ah,” he chastises. “I didn’t say you could take it.”

“I’m sorry,” I say honestly.

He smiles, grabbing the package and placing it on the bedside table. “Take off your clothes, then lay down on the bed.”

I do as I’m told while he steps back to watch. The only light in here is the light from the small reading lamp on the bedside table, so I feel sexy and seductive as I strip off my skirt and my shirt. His dark eyes have no shame, taking in every inch of skin I expose and making me shiver under his gaze.

Once I’ve stripped out of my underwear, I lay down on my back on the bed, waiting. He kneels next to my naked body, gently touching my breasts and my hip as he kisses me deep. I moan softly, loving the way even his soft and careful touches feel possessive and dominant.

He pulls away just an inch, smiling down at me while the hand on my hip trails down to between my legs. I stir, but he doesn’t move. He just keeps his hand there while his other goes to the bedside table, rummaging around our drawer full of toys.

I can’t look away from him and his soul sucking eyes, so I don’t know what he’s grabbing until he pulls the soft blindfold over my eyes, making everything go dark. My breath catches. Without my sight, every other sense has been heightened, and as I hear him digging for something else in the drawer, I feel myself winding tight with nervous anticipation.

I feel soft silk at my wrists just then as he ties my wrists together, lifting them to tie them to the headboard. With my hands far above me, my body is completely exposed and vulnerable, yet I feel nothing but safe and comfortable under his control.

He closes the drawer, though I don’t know if he’s grabbed something else or not. I assume not by the way he places both hands on my hips as he leans forward to kiss me again. He pries my lips apart with his tongue, forcing his way inside. Our tongues swirl together as he takes my mouth, his hands trailing up to my breasts. He fondles them, pulling my nipples just enough to hurt, and when he pulls away, I whimper with need.

I hear his breathy chuckle at that. “Relax for me,” he orders, and I nod, unable to do anything but obey him.

He sits up a bit, probably on his knees with the way the bed dips beside me. I twitch when he places his fingertips between my breasts, tickling me a little as he slowly trails them down the length of my body.

It’s so slow I wonder if he’s ever going to make it to where I need his fingers most. He takes his time, circling my skin at my waist, gently rubbing my tummy with his palm. He’s teasing me, and my breath gets heavier and deeper with each passing moment.

I could cry with relief when he finally trails his fingers down beneath my belly button. But he doesn’t go further.

He goes back up, and I whimper again, barely keeping from demanding he just touch me already. I feel myself getting wet when I rub my thighs together, desperate for any friction, but in response, he uses his other hand to pry my legs apart.

He groans so low I barely hear him, probably noticing how wet I’ve gotten. “That all for me, princess?” he mutters.

“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s all for you, Master.”

He doesn’t reply beyond an affectionate chuckle, and he finally brings his fingers down to between my legs.

I moan, feeling his calloused fingers rubbing my clit in slow, steady circles. His other hand grips my breast, his thumb and index rolling my aching nipple.

His teasing and soft touches have already brought me so close I can tell I won’t last very long. And after a few minutes of this, I ask, “Please, can I come, Master?”

“Come for me,” he replies, and I do, thrashing and moaning into the air as my climax crashes over me.

Once it dissipates, I slump against the bed, moaning softly when he removes his fingers and sticks them in my mouth. I obediently suck them clean, tasting myself and loving every damn bit of it.

After a minute, he pulls his fingers out, and I feel him leaning over my body to grab the box again. He opens it, and I can barely breathe I’m so nervous for what he’s gotten me. With the blindfold, all I have to go on are sounds, but it’s not telling me anything.

I hear him place the empty box back on the bedside table. He leans over, placing his mouth right next to my ear. “Tonight is about you, baby,” he whispers, making me shiver. “All you need to worry about is being a good girl for me and letting me do what I want with your body, okay? Just relax.”

I hesitate a moment before I nod. “Okay,” I whisper back.

I still desperately want to please him and make him feel good, but I want to be good for him even more, so I do my best to relax.

His fingers suddenly dip between my legs again, teasing my entrance a little and spreading my wetness all over my pussy. “Fuck…” I whisper, bucking up a little to get more friction.

“So eager for it, aren’t you?” he mutters, and I nod.

He pulls away again, and I almost complain, but I stay quiet when I feel soft silicone pushing up against my entrance. A vibrator?

It suddenly vibrates, and yep it most definitely is a vibrator. One that’s meant to go inside me by the feel of it, but he just keeps it steady against my entrance, teasing me and making me impossibly more wet.

“Please,” I beg on a whisper, but he doesn’t respond. His free hand goes up to my cheek, rubbing it softly as he eases the vibrator in just half an inch more.

I clench in an attempt to pull it inside, but the motion just pushes it out. I growl with frustration, and Victor laughs softly.

“I said relax, little girl,” he chastises, though his voice is amused and almost a bit understanding.

It spurs me on to groan in frustration again, but I still manage a “Yes, Master.”

He places the vibrator back where it was, upping the speed just a little bit, but he doesn’t push it inside again. I understand the message, of course. I either let him take the lead and fuck me with the vibrator as he wishes or he’ll never put it inside me.

And so I try to stay still, even though my breathing is heavy and my legs are shaking.

After a minute, he finally pushes inside an inch, and I moan. It’s not nearly enough, but at least now it’s a little inside me. I don’t dare clench again, too scared of making him remove it, and after another minute, he thankfully pushes it inside just a little more.

The vibrations are low, not nearly enough to make me come on its own, but the pleasure it brings is enough to make me see stars in my blindfold. But when he uses his other hand to rub my clit again, I know I’m on the edge.

He pushes further inside, at least a few inches deep, letting me feel the slightly bulbous shape of the vibrator. Aside from that, though, it just feels like a normal vibrator so I don’t really understand what’s so special about it and why he had to make a whole thing about it being a special gift.

But I obviously don’t complain. His fingers are so deft in their slow rubbing. He knows my body so damn well after so many years of being with me, of exploring me and what brings me pleasure, so it doesn’t take long before another orgasm reaches me.

I buck and moan, unable to keep myself from clenching, but he keeps the vibrator steady inside me. He rubs my clit throughout the entire orgasm, even upping the speed of the vibrator at the tail-end of it to bring just a little more pleasure out of me, and I breathe heavily once I’m back to normal again.

“Such a good little girl,” he praises. “Coming for your Master.”

I nod. “Thank you, Master.” I didn’t ask for permission this time, so it’s the least I can do to thank him. He owns my pleasure, so being allowed to come always makes me grateful.

Victor ups the vibrations even more, the sound echoing in the room. “Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m begging for. I already feel so sensitive down there that I’m not sure how much more I can take, but there’s nothing I can do to stop him short of safewording.

“Shh, baby.” He pushes further, finally bottoming out, and it’s only now I realise what’s so special about this vibrator.

It has another part, tucked right up against my clit, vibrating with the same speed as the thicker part inside me.

It all makes sense now. I’ve been thinking about getting one of these for a while. He must’ve noticed my browsing and decided to just buy it for me as a gift to make me feel better.

God, I love him so fucking much.

But I don’t get a chance to tell him before another orgasm hits me. As though to drive it home that he owns me and my pleasure, he pushes impossibly harder, pressing the vibrator tight against my clit and even further inside me. The sensations are already so overwhelming, so intense that when my orgasm fades, I feel another.

And another, and another.

I cry out with each one, desperately begging for reprieve. “Please, I can’t take it!”

“Yes, you can,” he counters, voice stern and offering no room for disagreeing with him.

“Oh, god,” I moan. He’s upped the vibrations to what must be the maximum, basically torturing me with pleasure. Each orgasm is quicker than the last, yet they each feel more intense as they rack my body. I lose count somewhere around five, but he doesn’t stop.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises through yet another climax. “Take it for me.”

Despite myself, I nod, desperate to please and obey. I’m tugging so tightly against my restraints I’m half convinced they’ll break. My legs are shaking and moving without my control, but he uses his free hand to keep them steady while he tortures me.

“Please stop,” I beg. “I can’t do it, I can’t.” I repeat “I can’t” over and over again until he finally pulls out, letting me recover.

I’m so sensitive between my legs right now that I don’t know if I’ll ever feel normal again. My blindfold is wet with unshed tears, and I’m whimpering and breathing heavily as I try to catch my breath.

“You’re not done yet,” Victor explains darkly, making me whimper.

“Please, Master, I can’t take another one…” I sniff, and he gently rubs my cheek.

“Where are we at, sweetheart?” he asks after a minute, and I realise he’s checking in.

Despite how sensitive I am and how painful each orgasm is, I still feel fucking amazing. Being under his full attention as he makes me come over and over again is enough to make me feel divine. I’m not sure I can take it anymore, but I know I want to make him proud more than I want to get out.

So when I say “Green”, I know I mean it with all my heart, even as dread and nervousness fills my veins.

“You’re such a good girl,” he mutters, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans when he pulls away again, kneeling next to me. “All flushed and messy with pleasure.”

I nod. “Thank you, Master.”

His knuckles rub my cheek. “Can you take one for me, princess?”

I swallow nervously. My instinct is to say no, to beg him to stop and show some mercy. But like I said, I want to make him proud of me. I need to.

And so I nod. “Yes, Master.”

When I feel the vibrator pressed back against the sensitive parts of me, I immediately regret my decision, but I thin my lips to keep my protests in. I stir and grunt when he pushes the vibrating toy inside me, all the way until the other part presses tightly against my clit again.

I don’t know if I can come again, that’s how spent I am. The break allowed me to regain some feeling, but I really don’t know if I can take it, if I really have it in me.

But Victor is relentless, pushing it so hard against me I swear I feel the vibrations in my entire body. He tugs at my nipples at the same time, determined to maximise my pleasure and push me over the edge no matter how much I fight it.

I clench desperately, not even knowing if it’s because I want to push the vibrator out or pull it tighter inside me, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not up to me, it’s up to him. And I love him for that, for being in charge and making me feel so damn good.

“Fuck,” I moan. I’m getting closer.

“That’s it, baby,” Victor praises. “You’re doing so good.”

I nod, needing the words to be true. He switches to my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers while muttering praise and pushing the vibrator deep inside me, and I leap over the edge.

I cry out, feeling waves of pleasure wash over me and pull me under. I buck and arch my back, violently grinding against the vibrator throughout my entire orgasm. It’s so intense I can’t feel or see anything but him and the pleasure he’s forcing me to feel. And I can’t get enough of it.

It takes a minute, though it feels like a year, before I come back down to earth, slumped against the bed and without a muscle or bone left in my body. He finally pulls the vibrator away, and I could cry with relief that we’re done, but also with how grateful and happy I am that he makes me feel this way. All my worries and anxiety about work and family and anything beyond this room disappear, at least for a few blissful moments, and I mutter a, “Thank you, Master.”

He slips the blindfold off my eyes, and I smile proudly at him. He smiles back, kissing my mouth for a minute before finally untying me.

“You were such a good girl tonight,” he praises when he’s pulled me against his chest, rubbing slow circles on my naked back. “Such a perfect little girl.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, nodding. I feel incredibly sensitive and spent, yet heat still floods through me when my thigh rubs up against his hard arousal beneath his jeans.

I pull back a little, eyeing him. Is he going to do something about that?

As though he heard the question in my head, he softly kisses the top of my head and says, “Tonight was about you, baby. Don’t worry about me.”

“But I want to please you,” I protest, rubbing my leg against his erection to entice him further. I don’t know if I could take having him fuck me right now, but there are other things I could do…

He’s clearly struggling with keeping his resolve. I’m completely naked, rubbing my leg against him and clinging to his shirt. He wants me, even if he’s pretending tonight has to be just about me and my pleasure.

But what brings me the most pleasure is to please him. My husband and my Master.

“Baby,” he says softly, voice laced with just a little bit of authority and sternness. “What did I tell you?”

I frown before I remember. “To…let you take the lead?”

He nods. “Sleep for me, okay? I promise you’ll be allowed to please me tomorrow.”

I sigh, nodding. He kisses me and mutters a “Good night” against my lips before pulling me tightly against him, getting us ready to fall asleep.

Oh, well. I guess I’ll just have to wake him up with a blowjob tomorrow.

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By Charlotte J. Lownds

Part One: It was a Saturday night and I was just hanging out on my bed, in a big T-shirt and black thong playing the new Zelda game on my Switch. I was leaving my husband James and his friends alone to continue their DnD campaign on our kitchen table downstairs. When it sounded like they were thoroughly engrossed in their game I decided to go to the kitchen and grab a snack. I rarely interrupted a session but they usually didn't notice anything happening other than what was going on at the kitchen table anyway.

I went down the stairs in my t-shirt and into the kitchen. It didn't seem like any of them had noticed I was even in the same room - they were just drinking beer and chatting. I went about my business grabbing a snack. As I turned to go back upstairs I heard "Hey princess... Come back here for a second." Shit. He noticed. I turned around and walked over to the table. He pulled me down onto his lap and whispered to me, "I thought I had asked not to be interrupted tonight and now you're down here practically naked in front of all my friends. What am I supposed to do with you? You're such an attention seeking little slut." Shit. I couldn’t formulate a response so I just stuttered. "Speechless, Princess?... Just head back upstairs, I'll deal with you later." Whew...

I got up to start walking away when I was jerked back by my French braids. James had me laid over his lap with my ass in the air before I even knew what was happening. "On the other hand... It would be rude not to share my toy with our guests. How about whenever we roll the D20 you get the same amount of spankings, and if we roll a 1 or a 20 you lose your clothes?" I could feel myself blushing profusely as I heard his friends chuckle. To make matters worse I was starting to feel the familiar moisture collecting between my legs simply from the humiliation of the situation. The guys continued their campaign with James pinning me bent over his lap while mostly ignoring me. I zoned out just waiting for this humiliating night to continue. I snapped out of it when I heard someone say "rolling for attack...." I heard the sharp crack of the die hitting the table and waited to hear the first number announced.

As soon as the die settled laughter erupted. Fuck... That can't be a good sign. "DM rolled an 18 princess..." Fucking hell! "Are you ready?..." I braced myself. I felt James hook his index finger around the back of my thong and pull up sharply. I whimpered at the unexpected pressure. "I said, " Are you ready? Answer me slut." "Yes" it came out barely louder than a whisper. "Yes what, princess? I couldn't hear you." "Yes Daddy..." My embarrassment was unmatched to anything I'd experienced. I never even called him that in public, let alone in front of his closest friends. "Count." I heard the impact before I felt anything. James had swung his arm up high and brought it down across my ass with surprising force, but I made no sound to indicate I was in any pain. "One," I said in a clear and unimpressed tone. I wouldn't let him turn me into a mess in front of his friends. The next ten were impressively quick in succession. I counted each of them appropriately and in a crystal clear voice. Good, I thought; this whole thing was more than halfway over. James kept on going. “12... 13... 14... 15.” It was starting to sting but I couldn't show it. “16... 17–!” I let out a tiny squeak and heard James let out a low chuckle. "Does it hurt, princess?" “18……” I was done!

Eager to retreat to the bedroom and back out of sight, I tried to stand - but James held me firmly in place. "Where do you think you're going, Charli? Everyone gets a turn to help you remember your place and listen to daddy." He abruptly dragged me to my feet by the braids and forced me over to his friend on his right. He bent me over Chris' lap and instructed him to pin me down until the D20 was next cast. As the campaign continued Chris started to absent mindedly rub my rosy ass and play with my thong. I knew I was dripping wet and really, really did not want him to discover it; I started to recoil and squirm to avoid his touch. Noticing almost immediately, James reached over and slapped my ass. "Don't offend our guests, princess - be a good hostess." I relaxed and felt Chris's hand drifting south. He put his hand between my legs and started to rub my pussy. "Fuck James... Your little slut is so wet just from getting punished..." He pulled my thong to the side and ran his finger from my clit to my tight little asshole. It made me shudder, I was so slick. Chris pushed his middle finger inside me and slowly started sliding it in and out as the game continued. Other than getting steadily fingered, I was being completely ignored by everyone as they resumed game play again. Chris slipped a second finger inside me with embarrassingly little resistance and stretching me slightly, then quickly added a third and continued fucking me forcefully with a steady tempo. Being fingered in front of other people by someone I barely knew had me absolutely dripping wet! I was just getting into the rhythm of his strokes when I heard the familiar clatter of the die. I held my breath waiting to hear what number was rolled…

"7" James muttered. Whew! Not too bad. Chris pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling suddenly empty, and wiped his fingers on my cheek. "Count slut." Smack. "1" Smack. "2" Smack. "3" My voice broke slightly on the 4th blow. My already sore bottom was stinging more and more with every spank, and by the 7th I was whimpering and involuntarily bucking as the waves of stinging heat dissipated.

Once again I was pulled up by my braids and dragged to the next lap waiting to the right. Owen rubbed my ass and spread me as he groaned in appreciation of his new view. He immediately hooked his finger around my thong and started yanking straight up with a devilish grin on his face. I didn’t have to deal with this uninspired brand of humiliation for long before I heard the die tumble across the table. When my husband and all four of his friends sharply inhaled in unison I knew it was bad news. "With pleasure..." Owen pulled me up by my hair. "Strip. It's a 20." I stood up and slowly removed my t-shirt. I wanted to cover my tits so badly, but I knew that would just result in further punishment from Jamie. "We don't have all day princess, get your panties off. I want to see how soaking wet they are..." I heard James say as I stared at the kitchen table, desperately avoiding eye contact with everyone. I pulled my thong down in one movement and stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. "Pick it up and put it on the table princess." I leaned over to retrieve my panties, but Chris gripped me by the arm mid-reach. "No hands allowed - use your mouth you filthy little slut," Chris said seamlessly. Grabbing me firmly by the back of the neck, he guided me towards the floor where I clumsily half-fell the rest of the way down (my legs were Jello at this point). I knelt on the floor and picked my panties up with my teeth, stood up and dropped them on the table. "Good girl…" James said with a chuckle, clearly reveling in my humiliation. Owen reached over and grabbed my little pink nipples and used them to lead me over to his lap, where he gave them one last sharp squeeze before releasing me and pinning me down. He then grabbed my panties, balled them up and roughly shoved them in my pussy. I yelped in a mix of protest and pleasure as the tug of the fabric almost sent me over the edge with an orgasm, and felt myself get instantly wetter. Owen yanked my head back with my braids and snapped, "You don't like that princess? Too fucking bad, you should have thought of that before you interrupted our campaign."

At first I tried to squirm away as he started in on my 20 spanks. He pinned my back down firmly so I couldn't move and spanked me harder than Chris or James had. I could feel that my panties were completely soaked. The game continued as my spankings did. I started to whine and whimper louder with each impact. Owen hit even harder, which I hadn’t imagined possible. (Jesus he was strong!) Tears were running down my face as I begged him to stop... “18, 19 and 20.” I sighed in relief, feeling almost spent with just one more lap to go. "What a good girl!" Owen said in a mocking tone. "Why don't I give you a reward?" he continued as he pulled my thong out of my dripping pussy. I had a moment of relief from my humiliation, but just a moment. Owen shoved the soaking wet lacey black thong in my mouth, and held his hand over my mouth so I couldn't spit them out. To further my current degradation he started to fuck me with his empty glass beer bottle. They all started laughing and jeering loudly. Tears continued trailing down my face onto Owen's hand. I could feel myself getting uncomfortably close to cumming! I fought it back as best I could; I didn't want to cum like this in front of my husband's closest friends! "Are you gonna cum? You pathetic little slut, you're dripping wet. Your whore loves this James! What a fucking nympho." I finally caved and came hard on the bottle, spasming and pushing back on the bottle uncontrollably. I had never felt more completely ashamed in my life! "She clearly gets off on degradation. You did a good job turning her into a total cum slut," Owen said to my husband in a jovial manner. I could feel his cock getting hard just under my stomach as he continued fucking me with the bottle. "Quit it, Owen. It's my turn now!" I looked up at the next man sitting at my kitchen table, clearly having waited long enough to punish me. I blushed and briefly panicked - Dean was staring back at me with a devilish grin. I was good friends with his wife, and I briefly wondered if he was going to tell her about this... Did I want him to?

Owen let me stand up and I hesitantly stumbled over to Dean. I collapsed over his lap to wait for my final round of spankings, my soaked panties still stuffed in my mouth. My ass was on fire! I didn't know how much more I could take, but I also knew that it wouldn't matter - they would just keep going until they finished the turn. Thankfully I had several minutes of recovery time as they continued to advance the game and update character sheets. I let my panties drop out of my drooling mouth and onto the floor, seemingly unnoticed. Dean ran his hands all over my body, rubbing my bright red ass and kneading my tits when he had the chance. I was dreading the next roll of the die! Dean had always seemed so gentle but that's what made me the most nervous.

Tap, rap, clatter. I winced in anticipation. "Awww... Only 4" I heard someone say mockingly to Dean. I was so relieved! I can definitely take 4 more. That’s when James got up and grabbed something from the kitchen drawer and handed it to Dean. "Make these ones count then," he said firmly. I felt Dean trying to pull my thighs apart so I squeezed them together more tightly in a panic. "Ugh, don't fight it Charli... Guys, can I get a bit of help here?" I felt two large hands force my thighs open and hold them in place. My pussy was totally exposed. Thwack. FUCK! Dean was spanking my pussy with a wooden spoon and it was a sting like I had never experienced. I started fighting to get away, begging him to stop and sobbing. They just held me tighter and continued. The four spanks were over quickly but that was a particular pain I don't think I would ever forget. I was a mess; tears and drool were running down my face and my pussy was dripping wet.

I was then returned to James. I tried to sit on his lap, but he pointed at the floor under the table. "Sit. "

I woke gently the next morning, feelings of contentment and satisfaction from the memory of the night before brushed against my skin like a cool, spring breeze. Images flashed through my mind of being held up against a wall while Kyle's cock thrust deep inside of me. I could still see the faces of the people watching me vividly in my mind. Their looks weren't mocking in any manner, they were enjoying watching just as much as I was enjoying putting on the show; some perhaps wanting to be a part of it themselves. It surprised me that I hadn't felt ashamed or insecure about being on display, I had loved every second of it seeing the desire etched into their face as they watched me being railed.

Slowly I stretched, taking my time to get out of bed. I walked downstairs to find Bill reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. He was wearing another pair of panties, and I saw my latex outfit, and the panties he wore last night were freshly laundered and folded tidily on the side. Bill hid his face behind the newspaper as I sat opposite him without any clothes; I didn't feel like getting dressed and it was my house this morning, so I didn't have to; if Bill had a problem with that, he knew where the door was.

After a few minutes of silence, I transferred the five thousand he requested the night before into his account. Watching him degrade himself had been worth every penny I was about to lend him. I certainly hoped that he would need to borrow money from me again, there was so much more to build on from last night and I craved to see that look of resignation and humiliation that showed on his face.

Shortly after receiving the money, Bill went out. My mind obsessed over Kyle and Brad's dynamic from the night before and I spent much of the afternoon in front of the computer 'researching' with plenty of self-touching. The more I saw, the more I wanted that level of control and although there were plenty of people out there willing to serve, I wanted to have that control over Bill. He was a proud man, and it had been thrilling to see him reduced to agree to my terms to live in this house wearing panties. I could only imagine what he would feel if I changed my terms and stated that I wanted to see him dressed in a maid's outfit or something similar to the videos I had watched online.

Feeling curious, I checked WhatsApp to find that Bill still shared his location with me; I had turned off the location sharing before going to the club last night, but Bill had forgotten about it. Acting on a whim, I quickly threw on some clothes and got a taxi downtown close to where Bill was situated. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger when I realised he was in a strip club. So that's what he was doing with the money he borrowed from me?

I sat for an hour watching from a distance before he left the club; it was clear from the way he was walking that he'd already had a few drinks. As soon as he got into the taxi that he had called, I walked inside the club. It was pretty much what you'd expect for a seedy strip club like this. Smoke filled the room, and groups of middle-aged to elderly men sat around watching the scantily-clad dancer on the stage. Perhaps in the evening and the weekends this place might be full of a more lively and youthful clientele, but right now it was fairly desolate.

I ordered a soft drink from the bored bartender and on a whim, showed her a picture of my ex-husband asking if she had seen him before. For a moment she didn't reply and I realised she was waiting for some financial motivation to open her mouth. I slipped her a fifty and she pointed towards a table hidden in the shadows in the corner of the club saying that when he wasn't flirting with the dancers after hiding his wedding ring in his pocket, he was always with that group when he was here.

Walking closer to the table, I could see four men playing cards. Trying to appear more confident than I felt, I approached the table and asked to join their game of poker. Three of the men looked towards the one wearing an expensive suit and he nodded, seemingly amused by my presence. The games were casual with small money, but it was clear that these guys were used to playing with higher stakes. Once I'd finally won a game, I showed them the picture of my husband, and immediately the leader became suspicious.

"What are you to do with Bill?"

I explained that Bill was my ex-husband and I had lent him five thousand before his visit here and I was curious how that money was being spent. The leader, a tall, muscular man, introduced himself as Antonio, the son of a well-known local gangster and he ran gambling from this location. Tattoos covered Antonio's arms and neck, and his beard like the rest of his appearance was unkempt and dishevelled, but not in an off-putting kind of way; quite the opposite in fact, there was something about his appearance that I found naturally masculine and incredibly appealing. He announced to my shock that Bill owed him close to twenty-five thousand, and to top that, Bill had said he could only afford to pay him two thousand this afternoon.

"Bill owes others as well, chances are he went to another club like this to spend the three thousand he has remaining on gambling and the dancers."

I made a deal with Antonio, promising that Bill would pay the money he owed, but I needed Antonio to make Bill's situation more desperate. To rack up that sort of debt, Bill must have been doing this for years behind my back with my money, I dreaded to think how much he owed the others. I asked Antonio to speak with his contacts and find out how much he owed, and to who. Now that he knew Bill was lying to him about the money he had, he was all too happy to help me knowing that he would get paid.

Over the next couple of hours, I decided to stay and play poker with Antonio and his friends over a few cocktails. The more I drank, the more flirtatious and lustful I became and I even decided to try and find one of the dancers for a personal dance. I hadn't been with a woman since my college days and I was feeling in the mood for a personal erotic dance from a beautiful woman. Leaving Antonio and the others, I found one of the dancers talking to the girl behind the bar, a leggy blonde with an impressive cleavage that couldn't have been natural. Even with beauty enhancements like lip fillers, hair extensions, the excessive make-up the blonde who looked to be in her early twenties had an air of innocence about her, though when I sat next to her at the bar and listened in on her conversation with the barmaid, it was clear she was ditsy and a bit of an airhead. Still, I didn't care about that right now, I wasn't planning on having an intellectual conversation with her.

When the bar worker moved to another customer, I got the blonde's attention and was hit with a sense of familiarity, like I had seen her somewhere before but couldn't place where. She seemed a bit surprised that a woman like me wanted a dance from her, but money was money and she was more than willing to do it.

Daisy, which I guessed wasn't her real name although it fit her image completely led me to a private room and lightly pushed me down onto the chair. She started about her regular routine as she bent down to touch her toes in front of me, offering me a cheeky look between her legs and back up at me. Her ass was like a peach, small, round, and firm, and I envied her figure as she danced in front of me, Maybe it was because I'd had a few drinks, but Daisy's dancing was having more of an effect on me than I thought it would. I don't know what it was, but ever since the split with Bill, I'd been quicker to become aroused by the slightest suggestion, my mind ruled by foreign desires that had never crossed my mind before.

Thinking of Bill made me realise where I had seen this woman before; this was the woman from the video my friend sent when Bill had been caught. I froze briefly for a moment, caught between my lust and the hurt Bill had caused, but I quickly came to realise that this wasn't Daisy's fault. Bill would have paid for her time, probably with the money I had given him. There was no way that Bill would have got someone as attractive and shallow as Daisy into bed by his charm and looks alone.

Suddenly I wanted more and as Daisy removed the last of her underwear and sat on my lap facing me, I gently touched her back pulling her closer.

"Touching costs extra, sweety."

I smiled and winked playfully at her.

"Extra is fine."

Daisy smiled, matching my energy and she came in close for a kiss, picking up on my lame attempt at flirting. It had been a long time since I had kissed another woman and I had forgotten just how much better women were at kissing. My hands travelled down to her perfect butt and I couldn't help myself as I groped her as she giggled. I turned my attention to her perky, ample breasts, weighing them in my hands as I gently caressed them.

If I had any worries that Daisy would be creeped out by my actions, I had been mistaken. Daisy allowed me to explore her fake yet perfect body with my hands and I was beginning to feel a little pent up with lust. I could feel my wetness seeping into my panties and Daisy smiled knowingly when she detected the scent of my arousal. She too was glistening between her legs, and it was obvious that she was enjoying the opportunity to do her job with another woman, I was guessing it was mostly male clients that she had in places like this.

I lifted my skirt and motioned for Daisy to straddle my leg. I felt her moist pussy touch my thigh as she sat and as she reached in to kiss me, I grabbed hold of her waist and softly guided her back and forth, allowing her to get off on my thigh like a bitch on heat. The humiliating act didn't seem to affect Daisy who moved to kiss my neck as she frantically grinded herself against my leg. I took her perky nipples between my fingers and gently rubbed them, waiting until they were erect before pinching them; she cried out in response but doubled her efforts against my leg. Daisy looked deep into my eyes as she gripped onto my shoulders, wildly humping my legs, until the pleasure she felt was etched on to her face and she could no longer hold my gaze as her eyes shut.

"Such a good little slut."

Breathlessly, Daisy climbed off of me and took a second to regain composure, though she didn't seem too bothered by being called a slut as she smiled weakly at me. She then looked at the clock and sighed.

"Shit. I've got another session. I feel so guilty I can't return the favour, I can make the session cheaper for you."

Daisy genuinely looked regretful, and although I felt built up without any release due to her performance, I could find other ways to get my own pleasure.

"It's okay Daisy, you've earned every penny. I'm sure I'll see you again sometime, maybe you can return the favour then."

"That sounds great."

Daisy rushed to get dressed again and left the room with me as she went to another room for a pre-arranged meeting with another client and I returned to the table with Antonio who raised his eyebrow after seeing me leave the private room looking dishevelled.

I downed his shot, and when the other guys were distracted in an animated conversation with three of the dancers, I subtly grabbed Antonio's hand and guided it between my legs so he could feel how excited I was. His smile lit up his face and he reached down my skirt and underneath my panties, decided to get a better feel. I moaned quietly, as there were now six of his friends chatting with the three dancers, completely oblivious to Antonio caressing my slit with his finger under the table, pausing only to raise his finger and wipe it over my lips. The scent of my arousal flooded my nostrils and I felt intoxicated with lust.

"Antonio. How would you and your friends like to join me for some fun?"

I followed Antonio to his chauffer-driven limo and sat in the back as the other six men joined us inside. Within minutes they were groping me and stroking my body through the clothes, teasing me until we arrived at my house. This happened so smoothly and without question that this kind of thing happened frequently with Antonio. The moment my front door closed behind me, one of the men removed the dress I was wearing. Antonio lifted me as if I weighed nothing and carried me upstairs while the others followed as I pointed out which room was the bedroom. The men undressed around me and I knelt on the bed, servicing whichever cock came in front of me with my mouth while servicing two others with my hands. Before last night, I'd never had sex with more than one other person present, and now there were seven naked men in my bedroom.

Intoxicated with lush, a frenzy overtook me as I strived to pleasure the men in the room. They were rough with me, manhandling me and passing me around between them as if I were a toy for them to share. I exhaled sharply as I felt their teeth bite into my skin and incredibly, I asked them to do it again; scratch that, I begged them. They soon discovered that the pain was turning me on, and as one of them was deep inside me, I felt another pinch and twist my nipples. The sharp pain caused shivers of pleasure to ripple through my entire body and I felt myself give way to the orgasm surging through my whole being.

As the man pulled out and spurted his load upon my chest, another dick quickly replaced him leaving me no time to gather my senses. I could only imagine the look on Bill's face should he walk in on this scene. The image I conjured up of his shocked face in my mind caused my body to convulse in pleasure once again as one of the men used my mouth as his personal fleshlight as he dumped his substantial load in my mouth, causing me to cough up his cum and let it spill down my chin and onto my chest.

Instantly, another cock was in my mouth, only this one was by far bigger. My eyes watered as the cock pushed against the back of my throat, causing my gag reflex to kick in. He pushed in as far as he could go and held me down as I briefly panicked for air. He released his grip as I gasped for air and immediately stuck my tongue out, begging for more. I looked up to see Antonio pull out his phone and he called Bill while he pulled my face back over his cock.

"Bill, I've been informed that you didn't give me as much as you could have by one of my colleagues. I suggest you get the money together quickly or else accidents may occur."

Despite my wishes, Bill didn't return home as Antonio and his friends continued to use my body. I encouraged them to continue being rough with me, and by the time they were finished. Angry red marks covered my sore and thoroughly used cum-drenched body. Antonio, ever the gentleman offered to stay and get his guys to make me a cup of tea but I guessed he had a busy life so I told them to go, leaving me lying on the bed feeling more satisfied than I had in my entire life. Having an idea, I wrote a note on my notepad on the bedside table addressed to Bill. Smiling with a smug sense of contentment, I closed my eyes and relaxed.

Before I had time to drift off, I heard Bill clumsily slam the front door. He called out for me, but I pretended to be asleep and I heard him stumble up the stairs, clearly intoxicated. Instead of coming straight into my room, he went into the spare room where I allowed him to sleep before coming into my room wearing just the panties. Good, he was learning. I sneaked a peek as he picked up the letter I had written to him.

Bill,

If you're reading this note you've returned home before I've awoken. I can't put into words how titillating it was to see how pathetic you looked cleaning my cum-stained panties with your tongue last night. As you can see from my body, I've had quite an eventful day and am in a generous mood.

Should you want to borrow another five thosand, you will lick my entire body clean. I will allow you to stay temporarily whatever your decision, but these are the terms should you need the money.

Elizabeth

I pretended to stir as if I were half-asleep and saw Bill holding the note with a dumbfounded expression. The cogs were turning in his mind, weighing up the humiliation of what I offered against the money and I knew he would be in panic mode after the phone call from Antonio earlier. Antonio had told me that he'd already spent part of the money paying him, and he'd been gone for another four hours beyond that. If he had headed to another strip club and gambled some more, I doubted much of that money was left. Now if Antonio could speak to his contacts and they started to push for payment from Bill, he would feel pressured to find a solution.

Bill must have swallowed his pride as he started to carefully lick the parts of my body covered in their cum; though a part of me wondered if he would still do it if he knew who it was that produced the mess. I stretched as if I was waking, smiling tauntingly at him as he cleared the mess with a look of disgust. Despite how he felt, I had already noticed the bulge grow inside the panties that he was wearing. I didn't say anything, just enjoyed the victory as he cleaned the cum off of my body, revelling in how good it felt to be massaged by his tongue while knowing how humiliating he found this.

As Bill moved to my chest to clean off the cum drying there, I reached out and started stroking his cock through the panties. Like with the night before with my feet, Bill didn't show any objection only this time I acted much slower and more deliberately with my hands. He leaned closer, urging me to stroke him quicker and harder, but he wasn't the one running this show. I continued teasing him and he doubled his efforts, licking the cum with more enthusiasm in an attempt to persuade me to award him. That was exactly the attitude I wanted him to adopt and I was starting to see it in him. He was eager to please me, even if it was just for the money for now, it was a start that I could work with.

Bill moved up to my mouth, licking the cum off of my chin and my lips and I kissed him, the lust overcoming the anger I had felt towards him as I wanted him to taste the cocks that had been in my mouth. He was shocked that I had kissed him, but again, he didn't object, even as I pushed the cum down his throat with my tongue.

"Lay down on the bed."

I laced my voice with as much authority as I could muster and Bill complied, his cock still straining to poke through the panties. Straddling his face, I allowed him to clean the cum seeping out of my freshly-fucked hole and he did so with more enthusiasm. Bill's tongue delved inside, scooping out the cum with a manic eagerness and I continued to spur him on by stroking his cock slowly through the panties. I couldn't help but giggle as it throbbed in the lacy confinement, desperate for more. Drunk on the power I held over him, I rubbed myself over him as he worked his tongue, driven by lust using his face to stimulate myself.

Fuelled by his humiliation, I felt the pressure build rapidly inside and an intense orgasm ripped through me as I sat full weight on his face, squeezing his balls as he writhed beneath me. The pain must have pushed him past the point of no return as I watched his cock twitch pathetically underneath the panties as he sprayed his load. I couldn't imagine how frustrating it must have felt to orgasm that way with no stimulation at the point of climax.

I rolled off of Bill and lay on my back, taking a moment to recover. Bill sighed as he checked the sticky stain in his panties and I giggled.

"If you keep doing that Bill, you're going to have to buy your own panties to wear while you stay here."

For a moment we lay there in silence, and it wasn't lost on me that this was the first time we had shared a bed since I had discovered his infidelity. The reminder of his betrayal caused me to bring up the money he owed and whether he would be able to pay it back eventually. With what I was about to lend him for accepting my offer in the letter, I'd already lent him nearly a third of his yearly salary, Amazingly. whether it was because he felt sensitive because of what he'd just done, he opened up to me. Bill owed nearly fifty thousand to several people like Antonio, though I didn't react when he said his name. It was a debt I could easily pay should I want to, but I wouldn't do it out of principle.

"Look, I have the money to help you, but as you know, I owe you nothing. The fact I'm letting you stay here free of charge after what you've done is more than generous. Now I know you've been pushed outside your comfort zone with what I've had you do to stay here and to borrow money, but I've enjoyed every second of it. I want more, and I'm willing to help you make money if you go along with it while still allowing you to stay for free for the time being. Would you be interested?"

Bill paused to think. I knew that everything I had him do damaged his fragile masculinity, and if his friends or co-workers found out, he would be broken. However, he owed a lot of money; fifty thousand or so to his gambling friends, and now ten thousand to me. There was nowhere else to go and he knew he couldn't hide from people like Antonio. I couldn't help but wonder if in a way he had enjoyed what I had done to him; he had been so quick to climax both times I had teased him in the panties, and he didn't put up too much of a resistance when asked to clean the cum out of my panties or off of my body. I knew that would cause an internal struggle in his mind, he'd always been a bit homophobic and in his mind, one hundred per cent straight. The last few days I had tested his resolve and he'd been more pliable than I originally thought he would be.

"Yes, I would be interested."

Bill sighed, somewhat deflated but he agreed. If only he knew the things I had planned.

There’s a unique moment in a Dom’s journey, a realization, that control goes beyond your own discipline, boundaries and desires. It’s the moment you see that control isn’t just about you; it’s tied into the way your submissive responds to your presence, your touch, your words.

It’s in the way a simple instruction becomes more than just a command; it becomes an invitation, a promise of safety and growth. You realize that the trust they’re placing in you runs deeper than sex or pleasure; it’s instinctual. They’re offering up a vulnerability that asks for more than just expertise; it demands intention, presence, and above all, a respect that flows both ways. They're yielding, allowing you to lead, trusting that you’ll take them where they needs to go; not where they expects, but where they're meant to be. 

In that moment, you see that every gesture, every word, has the power to shape their journey. It’s a responsibility, a privilege, to guide someone who willingly surrenders to your influence. And you understand that true control isn’t about enforcing power; it’s about creating a space where they feel seen, valued and free to explore the depths of who they are.

This isn’t a game. It’s a partnership of mutual evolution. In guiding them, you find yourself guided. In their surrender, you find your own clarity. And in that exchange, control becomes something far deeper; it's a shared journey, a connection built on trust, respect, and the knowledge of who you both are.

The protector and the protected; the worshiper and the worshiped.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All Characters are of age and not related in any way.

This is part 4 of a series. You can find the other parts here: one, two, three.

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The doorbell rang. Usually, it would be Celinea’s responsibility to answer the door. But she was still without clothes, so Dave gestured for her to wait in the leisure room and got the door.

It was the expected clothes delivery. Three long clothes racks on wheels. One of the racks had a large selection of dresses, skirts, tops, and shoes for every occasion. The next one had what they described as something that could be translated as „utility clothing,“ things like regular underwear, sportswear, comfy sweaters, and so on. The final rack was entirely fetish wear. It held a large selection of various Maid costumes, some harnesses, leatherwear, latex, and an even larger selection of lingerie.

„Celinea! Runway time!“ He called out for her as he pushed the rack with the utility clothing towards the leisure room.

Celinea was excited. She did not particularly like shopping, at least not compared to some of her friends, but she loved his attention. And she could not deny that she liked to be a showoff and a tease towards him. Trying on clothes in front of him would give her plenty of opportunity to do both, and she could not wait to get started.

„Wow, this thing is huge!“ she exclaimed as she saw him roll the first rack down the hall.

„There’s two more. We’re going to be busy for a bit,“ he said with an almost concerned expression. He did not like shopping; there was no denying it. When he went shopping, he usually did so in an almost military-like fashion: go in with a clear objective, seize said objective, and then exfiltrate. But he loved watching her and playing with her, so he was still excited. Only his stamina for endless variations of different outfits had him worried a little.

„Alright, here’s how we’re going to play this,“ he began. „The rack stays outside the leisure room. You change out there. Rack one is utilities. You start with the underwear, then the bikinis, the sportswear, the sweaters, and so on. I will make myself comfortable in the Dom chair in the leisure room. You will come in, give me a little runway, and then pose in front of me. Understood?“

„Yes, Master. I’m so excited! It’s been many years since my last runway,“ she replied. Celinea had worked as a part-time model during her university days and had some runway experience.

„I’m sure you still got it! Excited to see you perform!“ he replied with a big smile.

He went into the room and took his seat. Not long after, the double wing door swung open, and Celinea entered, walking a straight line with a long stride and great confidence. She stopped shortly before his chair, struck a pose facing him, then turned around, struck another pose to show off her backside, turned around once more to face him, and set into a final pose. She wore underwear that looked well made and sexy, but also comfortable enough to be worn as an everyday piece of clothing.

Dave clapped enthusiastically and with a bright smile said, „Are you sure it’s been years? That was good.“

„Thank you, Master,“ she replied with a shy smile. It felt great to have his attention and compliments.

He gestured for her to sit on his lap. „It certainly looks nice on you. How does it wear? Underwear like this needs to be comfy, especially the bra,“ he said and gently massaged her tits.

„It fits me well. I think it’s good. It’s nice fabric too,“ she replied.

„And it opens up nicely too,“ he said as he snapped her bra open. „We’ll take it. All the things we keep, we put over there,“ he tossed the bra on the sofa to his right.

„Yes, Master,“ she replied and got up. She stood right in front of him and facing away when she pulled her panties down and, much more slowly than necessary, bent over to pick them up.

„You’re such a tease,“ he exclaimed with a smile and slapped her ass. „Put those over there. I believe for underwear there’s multiple sets of the same item. Go get the others too; we’ll take all,“ he told her. She quickly returned with three more sets of the same and put them with the one she had tried on before leaving again and putting on the next one.

The doors swung open again, and she came in with the same confidence as before.

„Stop,“ he said with a firm tone. She had only made two steps into the room and looked at him puzzled.

„This one looks hideous,“ he explained, „an insult to your beauty and an attack on my eyes. Not on my watch. Turn right around and walk your pretty ass back out there. Next.“ He underscored his words with a gesture to dismiss her.

She did as she was told. She did not think it rose quite to that severity, but she had to admit he kind of had a point. And the way he decisively stepped in turned her on more than just a little.

The doors swung open, and she walked in with the next set of underwear on. She looked uncomfortable wearing it. When she finished in her pose, he asked, „Is it just me or is this one uncomfortable?“

She looked at him, slightly surprised that he had picked up on it, and said, „You are right, Master. It’s indeed uncomfortable.“

„Back on the rack it goes,“ he dismissed her with a casual hand gesture. They found two more fitting sets of underwear as well as two bikinis and discarded several others.

On her next runway, she wore super tight yoga pants and an equally tight top, and she had a big smile instead of the usual confident runway expression.

„What’s with the smile?“ he asked her.

„I have actually modeled for this particular brand in the past,“ she replied.

„You seem to like the outfit,“ he noticed.

„Yes, Master. Very comfortable. And very flattering to my curves, if I do say so myself.“

„Agility is important with this type of clothing. Bend over for me.“

She turned around, spread her legs a bit, and slowly bent over until she could grab her own ankles, where she stayed, right in front of him.

„Mhm, nice, nice,“ he said absentmindedly, distracted by her ass in his face.

„What’s the fabric like?“ he asked aloud, more to himself, and started rubbing the fabric between her legs.

„Feels nice,“ he said and nodded in approval. She sighed in agreement.

„Alright, bought. Take it off and let’s move on,“ he said.

Instead of getting up, she simply stayed in her position, ran her hands up the back of her legs, across her ass, and pulled the pants down right in front of his face.

„They come off relatively easily too, Master,“ she said with a seductive tone.

As she pulled down her pants, he could see that she was dripping wet. All that underwear modeling and stripping in front of him must have turned her on quite a bit, he figured. It had turned him on too, but the reality of the situation was that he was not ready to go again so soon after his last shot. He still wanted her and instead decided to lick her. It didn’t always have to be penetration.

„You are dripping wet, love, and in no condition to continue. Follow me,“ he said and led her over to the mattress. She had left the pants behind but was still wearing the top, her hard nipples clearly visible through the fabric. He quickly got it off her and tossed it on the „keep“ pile. He kissed her and started massaging her tits.

Eventually he began kissing his way to her neck and earlobe, and without ever letting go of her tits, he whispered, „I’m hungry for your nectar, so here’s what’s going to happen next. I will lie down comfortably on my back. You will kneel over me with your legs spread wide and your pussy right where my mouth is, like a good, obedient girl. I will lick out said pussy with relish. You will knead your own tits and moan like the good little fucktoy you are all the way through. And then you will come, because you are a horny little slut that cannot resist Master’s tongue. Nod if you have understood and are ready to go.“

He kissed her neck again, and when he felt her nodding, he let go of her tits and lied down. Like a good, obedient girl, she positioned herself over him and started working on her own tits. When she felt his tongue glide through her lips for the first time, she started moaning. She felt fantastic. That he had such an appetite for her felt great. But even better was that he had the confidence to casually command her to take a nominally dominant position on top of him while he licked her out. That gave her just the right mental kick to elevate the already very pleasant physical sensation to heavenly highs.

Her breathing and moaning had gotten louder over the past two minutes. „Good for her,“ he proudly thought to himself. In reality, he was not trying to make her come. He liked her taste and the sensation of running his tongue through her slit and was simply enjoying himself. He was in no rush to get her there. She, however, was. Letting her into the ‚dominant‘ position on top meant that she could steer what his tongue would lick, and she was now all but pressing her clit against him. Anticipating her climax, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her tightly. Soon after, she exploded with a loud moan. She couldn’t hold herself upright and collapsed forward and to the side, where she rolled on her back and gasped for air. He rolled on his belly and continued to lick up her sweet, sweet nectar until she recovered from her orgasm.

„That was amazing; thank you, Master,“ she finally squeezed out.

„You are amazing, dear,“ he replied with a big smile. „Stay like this for a bit,“ he told her and got some water. They cuddled, and he made sure she drank plenty.

They continued with the rack that held the regular, non-fetish clothes. It had so many dresses, skirts, hotpants, tops, and so on that there were far more than 100 different outfit combinations. Having her try on all of them seemed far too exhausting, so he decided on a different approach. He got back on his Dom chair and gestured for her to kneel before him.

„With the regular clothes, we’re going to play a little game. I have trust in your sense of style. You will look through all the items and pick an outfit, including shoes, that you like and think that I would like too. The goal is to get to three accepted outfits. And just to make sure you will not be sloppy, there will be a mystery punishment that you really, really do not want to find out more about, should we make it to three rejected outfits first,“ he said.

„I understand, Master,“ she replied. The challenge excited her. When he dismissed her with the usual gesture, she eagerly got to work, looking at all the different pieces.

She came in wearing an elegant black dress. It was short enough to be a hint of daring, but long enough to still be classy and wearable in formal situations.

„Classic. A little safe. But damn, do you look good in this. We’ll take it,“ he said.

„Yes, Master,“ she replied with a bright smile and seductively stripped in place before strutting out of the room.

When she returned with the next outfit, he immediately raised his hand. She froze and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

„The clothes are fine. I don’t like the shoes. Keep the clothes, get rid of the shoes, and this one counts as a loss,“ he said.

Next was a classic hot pants, crop top and sneakers, combination that fit her as perfectly as it did hot summer weather. She wore it with such confidence and teased him even more playfully than usual in her poses.

„Honestly, no straight man could say no to this,“ he said and waved her towards the „keep“ pile, shaking his head in amazement. She seemed to be on cloud nine right now and once again playfully stripped for him.

The next outfit was a black mini skirt with an elegant pastel white blouse, a very potent combination of sexy, elegant, modest, and daring. She brought in a small purse with her, and when she was in her backside pose, she „accidentally“ dropped it and very slowly bent over with stretched-out legs to pick it up again. As she did so, her skirt slipped up and revealed to him that she was not wearing anything underneath. She gently wiggled her full glory in front of his face as she pretended to grab the purse. When she got up again to strike her end pose, she gave him a playful smile.

He got up and walked around her.

„That’s very nice fabric,“ he said as he rubbed his fingers along her back. Then he grabbed a fistful of her hair above her neck, dragged her over to a table, and bent her over it.

„The problem with an outfit like that is you might get something inserted into you when you don’t expect it,“ he said. He lifted her skirt and pushed a plug in her ass. She let out a pleasantly surprised squeak as it slipped inside her.

„Of course, judging by how wet you are,“ he now ran his fingers through her pussy with relish, „it would appear that was the plan all along,“ he said with a playfully reprimanding tone.

The way she eagerly pushed her ass out, it was clear to him she was ready for another go and would do almost anything to get there. But this time, she would not get her way.

„I confess, I hope to be taken, right here, right now, please, Master,“ she replied.

„Get up, we’re going to lunch now; our driver should be here momentarily,“ he said and gave her a slap on the ass before grabbing her wrist and dragging her towards the door. She let out a disappointed sigh but otherwise accepted her fate.

„Should I not put on underwear first, Master?“ She asked as he went straight for the door.

„You’ve been such a tease all day. Now here are the consequences to your actions,“ he said.

Her heart was suddenly beating fast. She had never gone outside in such a short skirt without anything underneath. A mix of excitement and worry came over her, but the excitement quickly took over.

„I suggest you think twice before spreading your legs or bending over. It will be fine,“ he said when he saw her expression.

She kneeled before him, and he took off her collar to replace it with an unsuspecting necklace that served as her day collar. Their dynamic was private; to the public, they would be an ordinary couple.

The car was already waiting for them. He opened the door for her and stood behind her as she climbed in, covering any possible exposure. She was focused on keeping her legs shut tightly all through the ride. He teased her by putting one hand on her thigh and ever so slightly moving it up and under her skirt, without actually going anywhere or doing anything, but making her squirm a little.

When they walked into the restaurant and were greeted by the waitress, her heart was racing, and she was extremely aware that there was absolutely nothing under that skirt but a plug stuck up her ass. She felt like the entire restaurant was staring at her as she clung to his arm and waddled a little so as not to expose anything by accident. Of course, in reality, no one was paying particular attention. The waitress led them to their table in a quiet corner by the window. He pulled her chair out and placed her with her back towards the rest of the restaurant, the window to her right.

After a minute of sitting down, she was finally starting to relax and calm down a little, carefully taking a sip of water. The waitress was about to hand her a menu when she suddenly let out a startled gasp and almost spit water out. The plug in her ass had just started vibrating! She had had no idea that he had inserted a remote controlled vibrating plug instead of a regular one.

„Are you alright, honey?“ He asked and grabbed her hand. Both he and the waitress looked at her with a concerned expression, albeit his with only barely concealed amusement.

„I’m alright,“ she managed to get out as she tried to reign in her shock and received the menu from the waitress. She put it to the side without looking at it, knowing that he would be ordering for her and she would be eating whatever he would order.

He shut off the vibrator, and they had a lighthearted conversation during the course of the meal. The fact that she had no panties on and a vibrating plug stuck up her ass drifted to the back of her mind. Upon finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth with the napkin. His napkin ring accidentally rolled off the table and quietly rolled over the carpeted floor before coming to a halt under the empty table a couple of steps behind her.

„Would you be so kind and get it for me, honey?“ he asked innocently.

„Of course, honey,“ she replied wryly.

She had to get on her knees to reach under the table. The relatively short skirt slipped up a good bit. She could all but feel his eyes on her half-uncovered ass as she reached under the tablecloth searching for the ring. At least there was no one around that could see her, so she playfully wiggled her ass a bit.

While she was on her knees, he had quietly signaled for the waitress’ attention, and when she came closer with an inquiring look, he said, „Two of your sorbets, please. I’ve heard great things about them.“

A wave of panic overcame her. She had not heard the waitress approaching on the carpet floor and had no idea where she was standing or if she could see her. She got up as quickly as she could. Her face was red from embarrassment when she turned around and saw that he had gotten up and had made a few steps towards the waitress, ensuring that she could not have seen her back at all, nor was she paying any attention to her. He thanked the waitress and led her away in the other direction as he casually made his way to the restroom.

She sat down, glad for the quiet moment with no one around. Her heart was still beating fast. Not long after, the sorbets came, and a moment later he returned too. He kissed her on the top of her head as he passed her.

„How are you feeling? You look a bit shaken,“ he said.

„I had no idea it could feel so intense! My heart skipped a beat,“ she replied.

„That’s good. And you even got a delicious sorbet out of it,“ he said as he took a spoonful. They finished their dessert and made their way home, where they continued with the clothes.

Now it was time for the fetish wear. The first item was a maid costume. She tried her best to sell it, but when she struck her end pose, he looked at her with a dissatisfied expression.

„You see, the problem with maid costumes is, most of them look tacky. And we don’t do tacky in my house. Do you feel good in this?“

„It’s not really my style,“ she said with audible relief.

„With the fetish wear, I want you to skip anything that you find tacky. I trust your judgement,“ he instructed her.

„Yes, Master,“ she replied and left the room. She did not return for quite a while. He almost started doubting the selection they had gotten when finally the doors swung open again.

„Now we are talking!“ he exclaimed in excitement. The outfit she was wearing was different. It was an interesting blend of elegance and practicality with just a subtle hint that said maid or servant. It fit her excellently and just worked in every regard.

Celinea sighed in relief. She had spent all this time picking out the one she liked best and gambled that he would like it. She knew he would not have infinite patience to dig through outfits and hoped he would appreciate the shortcut.

„I am glad you like it, Master. It’s actually the one I like best. There’s others that are ok too, but nothing as good as this,“ she said.

„Any you would want?“ he asked.

„I believe this one is enough, Master. I know both of us are not that big on maid costumes and would rather have me naked anyway.“

„Very well then. Show me how that one comes off, and then we’ll move on. We can always get more later,“ he said.

She could clearly make out a satisfied tone in his voice that she assumed stemmed from the unexpected shortcut, which put a smile on her face. Her instinct had been right. She carried that energy into putting on a little show for him in the way she took off her new uniform. Not without satisfaction, she noticed that he adjusted his pants. Apparently, things were getting a little tight in there.

Next on the rack were all sorts of leatherwear items. Some corsets and masks she dismissed immediately. Not their style. The latex she skipped too. She was not against playing with it and knew he wasn’t either, but she felt like that was something for another day. The harnesses she took a close look at. The first few didn’t fit well or were too gimmicky or only upper or lower body, and she sorted those out too. But then she found a complete set of a full body harness that included both a chest and hip harness with wrist cuffs that led down into double garter belts around the thighs. It was beautifully crafted in dark royal blue leather with gold rings. She knew she would look great in this before trying it on, and the mirror proved her right.

She strutted back into the room with even bigger confidence. She felt all but invincible, and seeing his expression only increased this feeling. He had not said anything yet, but it was more than apparent to her that he loved it, and she finished her walk and poses with a huge smile on her face.

He got up and gently ran his fingers across her body and the different parts of her harness.

„Walk with me,“ he said and led her along the edge of the room.

„This is such a beautiful piece that matches you really well, and I am very happy that you picked it,“ he began as they walked.

„Beauty is one thing; it also needs to be functional,“ he continued as they made their way through the room. They were close to the mattress when he suddenly grabbed the two straps that ran from her chest upwards, lifted her up a little, and tossed her on the mattress. She let out a surprised gasp as she was flying through the air. He pushed her on her belly and fixed her wrist cuffs to the central ring on her back right above her ass before lifting her up onto her knees by the strap on her back.

„Mh-hmm, handles very well, that will do,“ he said with a satisfied tone. She did not get a chance to respond; he had already pulled down his pants and shoved his dick into her mouth. He had been ready to go for a while now, and after the show she had put on with the harness, he was well past fooling around. Now she would be mercilessly taken.

She, on the other hand, was still catching up. Mere moments ago, she was strutting around with a feeling of invincibility, and now she was tied up, on her knees, and getting throatfucked intensely by her Master. The ease with which he had taken her and was now using her sent an excited chill down her spine. She melted away into subspace and gave herself completely to him, fully accepting the fact that with her hands tied she would be at his mercy. He pushed her hard, only stopping briefly every time he felt her approach her limit. As soon as she recovered a little, he forced his dick down her throat again. She had lost any sense of time and had no idea for how long he had been fucking her throat intensely, but at some point he pushed in as deeply as he could and forcibly held her there. Then she felt his hard cock starting to pulsate, followed by his thick, warm cum hitting the back of her throat. She emptied her mind and focused all her attention on this fantastic sensation. And on swallowing.

After finishing, he sat down next to her and took her into his arms. „Thank you, this was absolutely amazing. What a great day of shopping! With the lingerie that is left, take everything that fits and you like. I want you to have material to work with and surprise me with for another day,“ he eventually said. She simply nodded with her head leaned against his chest, still a bit overwhelmed.

In the van, the cages rattled, the shackles of each girl jingled as the van drove over every speed bump. The van was largely silent, all for some muffled notices coming from inmate 107 which to the other girls seemed like tears. Eventually, after 5 hours the van came to a stop. The back door swung open and each cage was unlocked, the collar chains however which connected them to the walls remained locked. All 12 girls were covered in their own druel, some were only dressed in panties, their holding prisons didn't allow bra's so they didn't have any. As for 593 her black bra was covered in her druel, she had never put anything in her mouth but food and so she kept gagging and gagging for the entire 7 hour drive. The guard explained what was to happen to them. "Welcome inmates, all off you have been assigned numbers, the same numbers referenced on your collars, this will be your new name, you can forget whatever your previous one, you won't be needing that until you're out of here." He paused for a second, "well if that is that you'll even be getting out of here" he said as je walking over to 593 and placed a hand on her crotch, he whispered in her ear "you're going to die in here you better learn to be good girl real quick or you'll spend even longer in the cage, that little stunt you pulled with you're jumpsuit wasn't acceptable, your first week will be in the cage." He pulled away and began to speak to everyone again, "your current clothes, if you can call them that will be cut off of each of you, you will remain naked, gagged, blindfolded and shackled until we are inside the facility then you will be given your new uniform and shackles will be replaced, I'm afraid you'll keep those on your whole time in here". He said as began working around cutting each pantie and bra of each inmate leaving them at there feet's.

"593, you've been naughty already so I think you'll go first, the rest of you will have to wait a little longer" he said. He took off her collar chain locking her into the wall and grabbed her chain running from her collar to her ankles. "Come with me" he said pulling her out, she was taken inside, stumbling along due to her ankles being cuffed together. "Hurry up bitch" he said smacking her ass. "Kneel down now" he commanded. He took off her shackles but not her collar, that would remain on her till the day she died. Her collar was interlocked with the wall locking her in place and a hose was unleashed on her. Shivering and cold sje was left for 10 minutes still blindfolded and gagged before the guard returned. She was dressed, with struggle of course only earning her another week in the cage boosting her up to 2 weeks before she was even processed. She was given white granny panties with the word inmate across the back, the front read "#593", a sports bra was put on her with the same enscriptions as the panties this time with her inmate number off to the side on her left breast. She was told to stand up and for a harsh smack on the ass, "you better start listening bitch" he said. Almost immediately after her hands were cuffed in front of her, ankles, waist chain and connecting chain was all locked onto her and her blindfold was pulled out. The light was blinding to her, "look here now or you're getting another week in the cage" he said, she came to her senses and say a grinder infront of her. There was a key held over the top and it was dropped it. The key to her shackles, of course she didn't know that but it was dropped inside and destroyed. Her blindfold was thrown back on and she was dragged away.

"You're cell can wait, you'll see that in 2 weeks, or maybe you'll never see it, maybe the boys will like you, we'll have to wait and see." Her blindfold was removed so that she could see everything around her. She was marches into a men's prison, all eyes were on her, her brunette hair flowing down her back made her a fan favorite immediately. She was taken to a cage, a chain sat above it in a pile on top. She was put inside the gaurd tied a vibrator between her thighs. "You've been a naughty girl, now you'll spent the next 2 weeks of your life in this cage, unless of course a kind inmate should purchase rights to you. We'll have to wait and see" he said before slamming the cage shut and hoisting it up into the middle the dining hall. The men looked up at her all with boners, her face was the cutest they'd seen In years and so they knew they have their fun. One inmate looked directly at her and pressed a red button on the wall. Her vibrator switched on at maximum strength and speed. Immediately she julted and her cage started shacking. She mumbled something behind her gag, she grabbed onto the walls of the cage looking at the man, she mumbled the same thing again. Now she started banging on the cage wall. This was how she spent the next 3 days only being out once a day to eat from a little down bowl in the corner of the dining hall in front off all the male inmates, just to add to her humiliation. After the 3rd day one inmate purchased rights to her and she was sent to a new wing to settle into her new home.

"I've upset him once again" you think to yourself, your mind in a frenzied panic. "Sorry to disappoint you Sir" you stutter out. "Disappoint? I'd have to care about you for me to be disappointed in you." He doesn't even look at you while he speaks. "And you wonder why all of your past relationships have been an abysmal failure". His words sting a little, but you know he's right. You're a fuck up, and you're lucky he's even stuck around, and not left like everyone else. Your minds still racing, trying to figure out how you possibly went wrong. How could you have forgotten this one task? He is so adamant that he told you about it, and yet it somehow slipped your mind, and now you're in this mess.

"Your punishments are as follows.

1. You're banned from any type of electronics for the next three days.
2. You're banned from going anywhere for the next week. No one needs to see how pathetic you are."

You start to interrupt him "But..but Sir I have a birthday party to attend" "Not anymore you don't, and don't get me started on friends, you have none. The ones you think you have don't actually care about you. Whens the last time one even stopped by?" Your mind traces back, and it had to search pretty far back in your memory bank to be able to retrieve that information. "It......it's been a long time Sir" "Exactly, I'm the only one that actually cares for you, that's why I'm so hard on you. I'm here day in and day out for you, no one else is." "I...I know Sir, thank you" you meekly reply "Now for interrupting me your punishment is doubled, so six days no electronics. And that's two weeks without you going anywhere now." "Yes Sir" "3. Some of my friends have been really bored lately, and I figured you could actually be of use for once, so I'm going to tie you up, and blindfold you, and let you be a free use little whore for them. By this I mean that each day I'm going to tie you up before I leave to work for the next two weeks while you're stuck here, leaving the door open. One of my friends may stop by one day, another a next, maybe no one stops by one day, maybe multiple stop by at the same time. Whatever schedule works for them." "Ye...yes Sir" you already start to feel nauseous at the idea of being bound for 8 straight hours, and defiled by different men randomly. Though you'd be lying if you said that nasuesa was from a dislike of it, and not because of the mental rush it gave you thinking about it.

You already know that because of your little mess up that there are certain things that must now be done. You’ve already pushed your luck, and you know better than to ask about the tasks, and that it’s just expected for you to do them. So you ask him if you can be of any assistance before preparing for the next part. He replies that you can stop fucking up. You lower your head lightly but try not to let the somber look on your face be visible. “I have to stop being such a failure. He’s right. My family doesn’t contact me, my friends barely talk to me, and he’s the one that’s here. He feeds me, takes care of me, and yes he can be brash but he only tells me the truth. I have to stop, I have to stop, or I’m going to lose him too” Your mind tries to lull itself from this panic, the thought of losing him, the thought of being alone again. You don’t just want him, you need him.

You know to do the tasks in silence, and not interrupt him, so you gracefully and quietly move about the house. The first task is to clean his work boots, normally you could just use a polish, but you know that today is different. You fucked up, so you already know that you’ll be polishing them with your tongue. You grab them, and sit beside his chair in the Nadu position with his boots directly in front of you. After a few minutes his pointer finger extends to the side of his chair, his indication that you may now start.

You bring the first boot up to your mouth, and begin to lick the top of it, making sure to suppress any gagging, as you don’t dare make noise. Your tongue circles around the top of it, wetting the entire surface, before doing the same to the sides and then the bottom. It’s hard not to make any noise, as the taste is so vile; of course today had to be the day that his boots were super dirty. After everything is wetted you take the boot and begin to wipe it clean with your blouse, as it’s the only thing he allows you to dry it with. You finish cleaning the first boot, and then continue to the second, and after a small amount of time you finish cleaning that one as well.

You set the boots in front of you again, and return to the Nadu position. He gets up for a moment and after a little bit you hear the sound of urination, followed by running water before he sits back down. A few more minutes pass until his pointer finger extends to the side of his chair, signaling that you may continue to the next task. You silently get up, and carry his boots to the door, before going into the bathroom to complete your next step. You look down at the toilet noticing the droplets of piss all over the seat, and the unflushed toilet bowl. You drop to your knees, and place your head down against the seat using your hair to mop up the piss. After the seat is clean you drop your hair down into the toilet, and then flush.

You lift your head up and rest your hair above the pool of water, letting it drip down. You hold this position until you’re certain that nothing else will drip from your hair, else your punishment for making a mess would be fierce. You then head into the shower, turn the heat on high trying to cleanse yourself, and just sit there for a bit. As you just try to completely clear your mind, you hear footsteps approaching no doubt checking on your cleaning. You hear the same footsteps now receding from the bathroom, and while you heard no stream flowing you still check to make sure there wasn’t a new mess to clean, and there wasn’t. You decide to finally stand up and begin to actually clean yourself, dousing yourself in shampoo and conditioner, while seriously scrubbing yourself with your loofah.

You get out of the shower, carefully drying yourself and making sure not to allow any droplets of water to hit the floor. After toweling yourself off you begin brushing your teeth, followed by gargling mouthwash, both acts lasting three times their usual length. You normally wouldn’t brush your teeth after your tasks, but your fuck up days are different, you know there’s no dinner coming tonight so you might as well cleanse that filthy mouth. You find yourself thankful for not having dinner, instead of being disappointed as you got to clean your mouth sooner. In its own way, starving for the night was kind of a blessing. You throw your towel and clothes into the hamper, knowing clothes weren’t allowed after taking them off, until he picks out a new outfit. Having nothing left to do, and no other tasks to complete until morning, you decide to call it a night. You head into the spare bedroom knowing you’re banished from the bedroom for a minimum of the night. Wind blows through the cracked open window, causing you to shiver as the draft hits against your body. You begin to get cold, but you know you’re not allowed to close the window. On top of that no curtains or blinds hung over the window, so if anyone were to walk by they’d see you completely in the nude. No bed exists in this room, instead you have to sleep inside of your cage which you make your way inside of. It’s not big enough to fully stretch out and lay down so you bring your knees up to your chest, holding them not just for comfort of space, but warmth as well. It doesn’t take too long to pass out, the mental exhaustion from the day being enough to let you quickly fade into sleep.

The light hits your face in the morning, waking you up. You get up and make sure to not wake him. You check the time to ensure you didn’t oversleep and proceed with your morning tasks. First things first, time to make breakfast. You head into the kitchen and look on the fridge for directions on what he wants to eat. An easy one today, bacon, eggs, orange juice and a parfait. You prep the parfait first and put it into the fridge before checking the time again. “Ten minutes until he wakes up” you think to yourself before agreeing that now would be the perfect time to start. Timing this is important, you don’t want to finish too early or it’ll get cold, and finishing too late….well that’s not even an option.

You get the pans, dishes and utensils out, making sure to be as silent as possible as you do. You set the bacon in the pan on medium heat. After a few minutes you flip them, making sure the other side is at the right texture and crispiness. Now for the eggs, he’s a fan of over medium, and there’s no tolerance for anything but. On Top of that, breaking any yolk, or having any shell in the egg will result in severe punishment, worse than what you endured last night. You hear a bit of motion coming from the room, and as you finish plating and putting out the food, and drinks you see him come out, and sit down. “Perfect timing” you thought to yourself.

Normally you would be able to sit and eat with him, but you know that isn’t the case during your punishment phase, instead you sit beside his legs in the begging position, knowing the only bit you’ll get is scraps. He finishes his meal, making no comment on it, indicating to you that it met his standards. He then takes his plate and hovers it in front of your face. “You hungry little slut?” You nod your head in agreement, to which he begins to scrape the food off of his plate and onto the floor in front of you. Crispy bacon shatters upon its impact on the marble floor, the egg yolk busting open and spraying across the tile. “No hands allowed” he says, watching as you then lower your face down to bite, and lick up the mess.

He then proceeds to the bathroom to shower, at which point you continue on to the next task, ironing his suit for the day. Before you do you throw a fresh towel into the dryer to quickly heat it for when he finishes. You pull out the ironing board, and once again timing is everything. There is nothing wrong with finishing early, but you need to make sure it’s done on time, with enough time to grab the towel and hold it out for him but not too soon that the towel loses heat. You get it ironed out, and put it on hangers, leaving the iron on but sitting up on the board. You check the time before you grab the towel, and wait outside the door with it and his suit in hand waiting for the water to turn off. As soon as it does you enter the bathroom, handing him the freshly hot towel, followed next by his suit.

As he get dressed, you go into the bedroom and pull the metal crop with a rubber handle from the selection of devious devices he has. You go out to the living room and place the crop on the ironing board, and bend over on all fours beside it, still without clothes. You close your eyes and try to take your mind to a blank and tranquil space knowing that the worst part is coming. As he comes out of the bathroom he walks over, his footsteps making you more and more nervous with each step.

He comes up behind you, his hand reaching down and rubbing onto your cunt for a brief second. “Just want to make sure you’re ready for my friends” he says, and at the same moment what you were in fear of happening, happened. While he was fondling your pussy with one hand, his other had been holding the metal side of the crop against the iron, and now that heated metal was being swung onto your ass cheeks in quick succession. The feeling is something you couldn’t describe, each hit essentially branding a small line onto your ass. You don’t move, you don’t buckle as much as it hurts, and you definitely don’t make a noise. You take your punishment properly like you’ve been taught. You could at least do that for him after all of your fuck ups.

The strikes stop, which was your signal to crawl to his boots, grab them, and come back with them. You help him put them on, before tying them for him, and kissing the top of both of them, causing a quick flashback of last night to cross your mind, souring your face with the look of disgust. When you realized your facial expression your only thought was “Fuck”. You looked up, and the biggest smile hit your face, he had been looking elsewhere and hadn’t noticed your disgruntled look. Your looking up at him, caused him to look down and see you beaming with a huge smile. His hand came down, and began to caress your hair lightly. “That’s a good doll. Look at you, being happy to be of service. Now come with me, we need to get you set up”.

He brought you over to the side room to the pole that he had installed into the floor, a single metal loop dangling from it. He grabbed your hands and cuffed them together, before taking another pair, and cuffing the chain between yours, and then cuffing the other end to the loop. The way the pole was positioned you had no ability to sit down, the loop too high, making you at bare minimum be on your knees for the entire duration. He then proceeds to blindfold you, before running his hand against your cheek, and leaving.

The first couple of days no one came by, your routine now being the same tasks each day, the only difference being what you’re cooking for breakfast. The fourth day was a little harder for you to keep composure as it was your friend's birthday, and despite trying your best, it still bothered you to miss his party. You still managed to hide the disappointment in your face, and complete your tasks as needed. No one came by that day either, it’s been four days and outside of the morning groping, you haven’t been touched sexually, and are starting to feel needy and wanting.

This continues for the next ten days without any interaction. Every now and again you’d hear the door open, and footsteps, bracing yourself, but no one ever came into the room. Maybe they were too modest to take advantage of you, you thought. The final day comes, and at this point you wonder if the threat of his friends coming over was actually going to happen. As your mind wanders to keep you sane and from complete boredom, you hear the door open.”Just another false alarm?” you think to yourself. That’s when you hear multiple footsteps and voices, and instinctively start to panic. “Fuck, the first time it happens and there’s going to be multiple?! Goddamn, I haven’t been touched in so long, I don’t even know if I’m ready.” You begin to panic slightly.

The door to the room opens, and you hear them shuffle in. The voices stopped and were too muffled before to make out, so while you were hoping to know which friends were there, you had no idea. You feel someone start to be underneath you, their hands grabbing your chest, as another set of hands pulls your head to the side. One more set of hands lands on your hips and in one quick motion your body is lowered down, your pussy and ass being filled, causing you to gasp, which gives time for the third cock to be inserted into your mouth.

Your throat relaxes as both of your holes are being thrusted into, both cocks fitting nicely inside of your two holes, causing an intense amount of pleasure, making you get more into sucking the cock. Your saliva dripping all over it, your head taking all the initiative, burying his cock deep into your throat, making sure to run your tongue along the veins of his cock. One of the hands on your breasts removes itself, causing you to wander where it went. It wasn’t long for you to find out as you start to feel a cylindrical object pressed between your pelvis, and the pelvis of the man below you. Once it was positioned up against your clit, you realized exactly what it was. Your wand.

The vibrations didn’t even start on low, but went straight to max, your moaning reverberating on the cock in your mouth, causing him to grab the back of your head and pushing his cock as far as he could into your throat, and gagging you with it. It wasn’t long before you found yourself cumming all over the cock inside of you, causing you to start shaking, which only seemed to make all three cocks harden even more inside of your holes. The longer it went on the more comfortable and relaxed you became, and it wasn’t long before you started to rock your hips matching the rhythm of their thrusts, letting them hit as deep as they can.

You continue to match their tempo, making sure to speed up when they do, and slow down when they do. The consistency causing both cocks to push against your walls together, the cock in your ass pushing down, making the cock in your pussy hit your g-spot with each and every rock of the hips. The mixture of pleasure happening was insane, causing simultaneous orgasms, some of them coming with intense squirting, soaking the cock and the legs of the man under you.

The first cumshot comes, and you feel it shooting into your ass hole, his hands grabbing your hips, and shoving you down onto it, forcing his cock into the back of your ass as he releases. This causes you to cum one more time, the wetness finally getting to the guy underneath you who also begins to cum at that time. You push your bottom down onto the cocks, and rest your hips for a moment, while still sucking down the cock in your mouth. It’s not that much longer until the guy in your mouth starts to release his load as well. As he does he pulls his cock out, spraying down your throat, onto your tongue, and then onto your face.

They all remove themselves from you, cum now dripping out of both holes, as you swallow the other load, your tongue lapping against your lips trying to get as much cum as you can. You rest yourself on your knees, your hands still extended upwards when suddenly your hands drop in front of you. “Wait, wait, that means. Master are you home?” you ask. “Good observation little slut, and that was such an amazing performance you put on”. The compliment hit hard, and made you feel so warm, as you don’t get complimented for much.

“Can I take my blindfold off Sir?” you nervously ask, afraid of the possible repercussions. “Not yet whore, wait until our guests leave. I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise”. You sit in the Nadu position, cum still dripping out of you, sliding down your leg, and splattering onto the floor. After a bit of time, which you could only assume was used for them to clean up, you hear the door open, and then close, two sets of footsteps trailing outside. “Ok, take it off and come with me to the bedroom window really quick” he says to you, helping you up after you remove the blindfold.

You walk into the room wondering what’s next, if he’s still going to use you, or what. To you it didn’t matter, you’re just happy to be allowed back into the bedroom. He walks you over to the window. “Take a look outside, tell me what you see”. Your eyes gaze around the parking lot, and you see two familiar looking gentlemen, getting into a very familiar looking car. It was John, and David, two of your closest friends, with David being the friend whose birthday you just missed. “What….are…..are those the other two?” “Yes” “But why are you showing me, I…I thought you didn’t want me to know” your voice shaky, trying to come to grips with what your mind is being bombarded with. “To prove a point to you. You can check your phone. There’s been no missed calls, no texts, or social media messages, not even on David’s birthday. Yet your supposed friends had zero problem coming over and using you like a slut and even jumped at the chance. That’s all they’ve ever wanted was to be inside of you, they don’t actually care about you. From the moment they laid eyes on you this is all they’ve fantasized about, masquerading under the guise of friendship in hopes of one day being able to do this.” That’s when it fully sank in, your Master really is the only one that cares about you.

Disclaimer: The following story includes frequent use of humiliation/degradation, fat shaming, emotional sadism, etc. If you’re undaunted, proceed. Otherwise, maybe sit this one out.

Author’s Note

I think it might be time to share this story. It’s about the first woman I ever truly degraded — or rather, the long week I spent breaking her in.

Consider this a journal entry of sorts. I’m going to fictionalize certain aspects, while telling other aspects exactly how they occurred; this is my prerogative and will ultimately make for a better story.

I’ve decided to write down these experiences because, lately, I’ve found myself revisiting these memories a little too often; and also, because I think some of you might enjoy reading this depraved story. And if there’s some lonely, old hag out there reading these words — a woman like the one I’m writing about tonight — maybe it’ll give you hope that something like this could still happen to you. (Feel free to DM me if you’re out there reading this, don’t be shy. I’m always looking for a new plaything to educate.)

Oh— and if you’re only here to read the lurid parts, I suggest skipping forward to Part 2.

Hope you enjoy.

Author’s Second Note

Since there was a good amount of interest in the first iteration of this story, I’ve decided to expand upon what I already wrote, and try to make a more complete story out of this account. If this is your second time reading about my Summer with Paige, then you should know that I’ve at least tripled the length of the original. Hopefully, this updated version of the story satisfies any desire there was to know more.

PART ONE: Summer, 2012

1. A Lifelong Desperation

Forgive me, I don’t know any other way to tell this story, except but to ramble endlessly, following each trail of memory as it appears. But, I’ll try my best to not jump around too much.

I’m in my early thirties now, but I was nineteen at the time. She was forty-eight. Let’s call her Paige. A divorcée, who hadn’t been with a man in eight very long years.

She had only ever slept with her ex-husband, who evidently hadn’t shown much interest in her after they’d turned thirty. More than half of her marriage was spent sexless, Paige had told me.

Her naivety and inexperience continually shocked me. Paige had given a total of two blowjobs in the course of her romantic life, one of them being on her honeymoon. Even the most vanilla concepts were foreign to her.

Needless to say, being sexually repressed well into her late 40’s had made Paige increasingly desperate to make up for lost time. When we met, that pressure had finally started to make her crack. I could tell, this woman had lost control of herself somewhere along the way, possessed by her need to finally be used. I was just lucky to be the first man who had the opportunity to take advantage of her.

2. A Mutual Education

I’d already experimented with the world of degradation and humiliation prior to meeting Paige, but none of those encounters were anything like my experiences with her. They were superficial and performative in comparison. With Paige though, it didn’t feel like a mere “kink”; instead, it felt like an honest reflection of our true natures; something real, tangible.

At nineteen, it felt extremely liberating to be so blunt and callous toward an older woman, and equally intoxicating to see her submit so willingly to my cruelty. There was also the fact that Paige was nearly 30 years my senior. That age gap somehow made it easier to indulge in my worst instincts. I mean, it’s not like we had anything in common to make small talk about. This prevented any kind of niceties from developing between us. She was there for one purpose, and neither of us ever forgot that.

I spent the Summer after I graduated high-school using and abusing Paige every night, or every other night. If I didn’t have somewhere else to be, I was at my place, chain-smoking joints and using Paige as my living stress-reliever. (Sometimes simultaneously, which lead to me using her cunt as an ashtray on two separate occasions. I’ll never forget seeing the ash land on her labia, before immediately being dissolved by her wetness.)

I often told Paige that I was providing her with a type of “education”, teaching her how to make her neglected fuck holes serve a purpose for the first time in her life; but in reality, I was also receiving a kind of education that Summer. Before, my own dominance had felt like an abstract, faraway concept to me. At best, it was a character I could adopt. After Paige, I rarely flinched away from my dominating instincts, and instead embraced them without compromise. Suddenly, I could tell a woman to knell before me and she’d know that I meant it. My voice no longer betrayed that I was performing a role; now, I could simply embody it. Breaking in Paige had ultimately transformed myself as much as it did her, making me into the fairly seasoned Dom I am today.

3. A Four-Minute Walk of Shame

We met on FetLife. I had posted an ad seeking a sub with a taste for humiliation, then we quickly realized how close we lived from one another. Her apartment was just a little down the block from the house I was living in at the time, no more than maybe a four minute walk.

This enabled us to meet frequently, and usually with little to no notice. By the time the Summer was over and the leaves were starting to crinkle and change colour, Paige’s fuck holes looked noticeably different. Her asshole was visibly stretched. Her cunt no longer felt as tight as it once had. I’d throughly squeezed every last drop of sexual value out of her, I’m convinced of that.

Like I said, I was nineteen, which meant my sex drive was nearly bottomless. Some days, I would have fucked Paige five or six times. I don’t think I even masturbated that Summer. She was my human cum rag. And she was always there whenever I needed her — just four minutes away.

PART TWO: The First Week

4. Please Try Again

By the time that we’d decided to meet IRL, our conversation had already gone from being fairly vanilla humiliation/degradation fodder, to being something more twisted and perverse. It didn’t take long for us to realize the other was uniquely equipped to deal with the depths of our worst desires.

The first week, while I was still breaking Paige in, I decided to take my time with her. Although she had been willing to fuck on sight (literally the second she saw me), I thought it would be more interesting to make her earn the right to kneel between my feet. I could see how much she wanted me. How giddy and butterfly-drunk it made her just being alone in a room with a handsome nineteen year old. I wanted to draw out that anticipation for as long as I could.

I invited Paige over every single night that first week. She’d stay for around an hour, sometimes a little longer. Until the seventh day, I didn’t even fuck her. Her desperation was too addictive, I couldn’t ruin that. I couldn’t give her what she needed so easily and spoil that pathetic, needy glint in her eye. So, every night ended with rejection, and then, an invitation to Please Try Again the following night.

I didn’t even let her taste my cock between her lips for the first couple nights. Instead, I spent the hour or so that we shared each night bullying and degrading Paige, humiliating her in new, sadistic ways. That week was like one long job interview to become my fuck pig, where the only requirement was being desperate enough to keep coming back for more.

After I was done testing her limits for the night, I’d send her home, where she edged herself at my command. She had the strictest instructions not to orgasm until she saw me again. Not that I let her orgasm in my prescience either, but that was the carrot that I dangled in front of her all week.

During the day, she’d text me endlessly about how her worthless cunt was aching or whatever, and I’d reliably ignore her, until I got bored in the afternoon and eventually would tell Paige to walk over. Five, ten minutes later, there she’d be, standing in my doorway, looking like some lost child. Standing outside my door, her cunt already wet enough to smell the moment she stepped inside my house.

How does a man not take advantage of a woman so eager kind to be used and abused?

5. A Thorough Inspection

The first night she came over, I didn’t waste any time with small talk. I told Paige there was no point proceeding if her body wasn’t enough to even make me hard. People were more shy about sharing nudes back then, so I didn’t really have a good idea of what I was working with yet. I knew she was nervous that I wouldn’t find her attractive because she was pushing 50 and frankly, so was I.

I sat in the sofa chair, with a whiskey and coke on the table beside me, and a joint smouldering in the ashtray. I told her to stand between me and the large mirror on the other side of the living room, giving me a convenient 360 degree view.

I remember her asking me right then if I was “happy with what I saw”. Cat-fishing was still a fairly new term and Paige said she hoped I didn’t feel like she’d done that to me. She wasn’t what I expected from the limited pictures I’d seen (even with her clothes still on), but I wasn’t disappointed about that. I knew the middle-aged, divorced hag I’d invited over wasn’t going to be a bombshell, and I told her as much. I think that was the first time I said something truly cruel to her face. I remember thinking she might storm out, but she only nodded and whispered agreement. I even recall repeating that phrase — ”divorced hag” — and being surprised and a little delighted by her compliance. I think that’s the moment I knew I could do anything I wanted to her.

Next, I told Paige to undress for me. Slowly, so I could study her body inch by inch, deciding if I’d let her serve me. She was literally shaking from nerves. That was my favourite part. It had been a long time since anyone had seen her naked and she’d aged considerably since then. Not to mention, it was a nineteen year old watching her undress. Her nervousness was palpable. Something about it was intoxicating.

Once she’s taken off her bra, I asked Paige to lean forward for me, letting her tits hang freely, so I could see “how saggy they were”. I remember registering another look of hurt indignation on her face for a fleeting moment, but she didn’t hesitate to follow my command.

After, I instructed her to do jumping jacks for me. I remember that being the moment I started to get hard enough that she could have spotted the bulge in my jeans. Something about the pathetic way her deflated tits slapped against her chest each time she jumped… The way her fat ass quaked in the mirror behind her… The way her expression looked: embarrassed and ashamed, but unable to stop herself…

I was drunk before she’d even showed up (I drank a lot that Summer, like most nineteen year old’s do). Which I bring up only to explain, I didn’t intend to be as cruel to Paige as I had been that night. I never imagined myself mocking her tits for being old and wrinkly and past their expiration date. But seeing her accept the cruel remarks I’d made about her body, it made me only want to insult her more. It was like some drug I’d just discovered. There was something so satisfying about talking shit about her breasts, then watching her still shake them back and forth for me, so desperate for my approval.

I didn’t rush through this. I simply sat there, drinking and smoking, while I measured her potential as a plaything. I don’t remember seeing a single moment of hesitation on her face, despite looking throughly humiliated. She was still beyond nervous, but she never hesitated to follow a command.

At one point, I remember asking her to slap her tits around for me. They may have been saggy and deflated, but they were still pretty hefty. The enthusiasm and force Paige slapped her own tits with surprised and excited me. I could tell in that moment how fun she’d be to abuse. If she would do that to herself, imagine what she’d let me do to her.

When she was done, I made her bend over for me, so I could sample the tightness of her holes with my finger-tips. I remember thinking her cunt felt surprisingly tight, like a girl’s my age would. That’s when she told me about her divorce and about how limited her sex life had been. I asked her what it felt like, to be the age she was, bending over in a stranger’s house, letting a drunk teenager finger her worthless holes, all while she explained what a failure of a love life she’d had.

It was so deliriously pathetic, all of it. Pointing this out to Paige made her cunt throb around my finger. I didn’t know a “shamegasm” was a real thing yet, although I learnt otherwise later that Summer. If I’d have known better at the time, I would have identified exactly what I saw. The overwhelming shame of my words had triggered something, I think, resulting in Paige’s legs quivering visibly for a moment. Maybe what I’d said cut through the adrenaline and the surrealism of the moment, and reminded Paige that this was real, she was really doing this right now.

That night, I ended up stroking my cock while Paige knelt beneath me, her knees on the hardwood floor, until I came. Pretty sure I spat on her face shortly after I emptied my balls, while she was still recovering from the shock of receiving her first facial.

I didn’t let her touch my cock that night; she could look, but she couldn’t touch. We agreed, a woman like her had no business even being naked in the same room as me. If I was going to let her serve me, she had to prove she understood her place first.

After I came on her face, I told Paige to “stand up, get dressed, then go the fuck home and wipe my cum from your face. In that exact order.” One second, she was greedily licking my cum from around her mouth, wiping her cheeks with her fingers, savouring every drop. And the next, she was looking up at me, hurt, eyes round like saucers. But she stood up.

Before she left, I told her I’d let her come back tomorrow and prove herself to me. But in the meantime, she wasn’t allowed to orgasm without my permission.

6. My Summer Project

Paige knew I was seeing other women. Younger, far more attractive women. And she probably understood that this made it easier for me to deny her. I was never going to have blue balls. I think this turned her on. But honestly, once I’d broken Paige in and made her mine, I lost almost all interest in other women. Making her my ideal fuck pig become my Summer project. I didn’t have time or energy for much else.

7. Wet Eyes

This pattern of denial and rejection continued every night that week. The following encounter, I bent Paige over my knee and spanked her old, shapeless ass raw. That was the night I had laid out for her what our “ground rules” would be, in between rounds of spanking — and then when my right hand had started to sting, rounds of paddling.

After, I came on her face again, just like the previous night, then I told her to fuck off, just like the previous night. That had become our routine. Me standing there, stroking my cock, and her knelt beneath me, grovelling. Staring directly into Paige’s wet eyes while I verbally degraded her always made my cock harder. My words often visibly hurt her, but seeing my cock rock hard only made her more desperate to take the abuse.

Each time I did this, I remember the need and desperation in Paige’s eyes intensifying a little more than the night previous. I’ve never seen desire rendered so palpable. You’d think I was taunting someone dying of thirst with a glass of water.

8. An Exponential Cruelty

Even though I deliberately ignored her texts during the day — it was an endless barrage of increasingly desperate nudes — I couldn’t stop thinking about Paige between each encounter that week. I had twenty-four hours to imagine yet another novel way of inflicting my cruelty upon Paige. The mental game of always needing to conjure up a new means of degrading her became a part of the appeal. Having to constantly top myself.

Imagining these new scenarios always made my balls swollen and sore by the time we did meet. My loads were thick, ropy and always left me feeling utterly drained. After I came on her face (often in her eyes, too lol) and told Paige to walk home, I’d smoke a joint and immediately pass out cold. And I would have the best sleep. When I’d wake up, there’d always be a bunch of texts from Paige the night before, begging me to finally make her worthless fuck holes good for something.

As crazy as it might sound, although those nights of taunting and degrading Paige couldn’t even be called real sex, and definitely not good sex, it was still the most satisfying sex I’d ever had.

9. Trial by Tribulation

The third and fourth nights, I couldn’t tell you what order these took place in, but one of them consisted of me watching Paige fuck a suction-dildo stuck to my fridge, then scribbling on her body with a Sharpie; and the other consisted of me pissing on her in the shower, after making her give me a forty-minute massage (during which her bare tits made about as much contact with my back as her hands did).

The massage felt good. The idea had simply occurred to me as a generic form of servitude, but in practice, it turned out I liked massages, more than I’d expected to. I found myself drifting off for fleeting moments, before being brought back by the sensation of Paige’s nipples grazing my back.

The fifth night, we took it out of the house and went for a walk. Y’know those remote control anal plugs? I’m pretty sure this was when they first hit the market. I’m not positive, but they seemed like more of a novelty product back then. And for good reason, because it barely worked.

After making Paige stuff the little vibrating plug up her ass, the remote quickly stopped functioning. I remember being hidden behind some trees on a hiking trail people rarely used, with Paige’s pants and panties pulled down over her fat ass, and he desperately pulling the plug out, shoving it back in, trying to get it to work. In the end, I made the plug vibrate after all, but simply grabbing the end of it and doing it myself. I scolded Paige the whole time, blaming her fat ass for blocking the signal. By the time I was done, her cunt had started leaking all the way down her legs.

Before pulling her pants back up (I left her panties a wet, uncomfortable and tangled mess), I told Paige that one day, I was going to take her anal virginity. And it would probably hurt. A lot. I told her she probably wouldn’t know when to expect it, but she had to always be ready for it. I recall telling her that I’d fuck her virgin ass ”like someone practicing rape on a Fleshlight”.

10. Delayed Gratification

The seventh and final day of withholding my cock from Paige was the most rewarding. To this day, I don’t think I’ve had another sub satisfy me as deeply. It was the weekend and I was day drunk. I texted Paige sometime after having lunch with my friends and told her to meet at my place.

I was sat in that same sofa chair again. Paige was knelt on the carpet in front of me, naked and eager to be used again. I told her that today she could give me a tit job. I told her just because her tits weren’t much to look at, doesn’t mean they didn’t still have a decent purpose left. Sure, they weren’t firm anymore, men rarely ogled then, but their shapelessness was good for something. I told her it could make her massaging my cock between them feel better. Pretty sure I used the phrase “Playdoh tits”, and while I still don’t know what that means, I stand by it. MILFs tits just wrap around a cock better, they mould themselves around your shaft.

All the begging Paige did over text had started to bleed into our encounters. While she stroked my cock between her tits, she begged me to finally make up my mind. She told me she’d do anything if it meant she could walk home with my cum dripping down her legs instead of her face. She told me she would be moving in the fall, and that while she was still here, she wanted to be my dedicated slave. 24/7, whenever I wanted to use her worthless fuck holes. We’d talked about this concept when we first started texting, but now it seemed like a real prospect. My slave, on call 24/7. There was a raw passion and conviction to how she spoke that made me rock hard, and Paige noticed. I told her I was still deciding if I thought she was capable of satisfying me, but I’ve never been more sure of something in my life.

While giving me a titjob (I’d thought to buy baby oil at the 7-11 earlier that day), Paige asked me if she could lick the bead of precum from the tip of my cock. I said no. The pain on her face was exquisite. She just watched the bead of cum slowly spread across on her tits, as she continued to bounce her fat udders on my cock.

Next, she asked if she could gargle my balls. I said sure, why not. It didn’t take long before the precum was leaking down my shaft, all the way to my balls. I could feel her tongue chasing the stream of cum, licking it up from my balls as it collected at the base.

Then, as the stream of spit and precum started flowing past my balls, I felt her tongue begin to graze my asshole. This surprised me for two reasons. First, because I’d never been given a rimjob before and I’d never even thought to ask for one. And second, Paige told me that she hadn’t given more than two blowjobs in her whole life. Which is why I took so much perverse glee from denying her the chance to choke herself with my cock in the first place. I knew she felt like she had to make up for lost time. I was shocked that giving a rimjob was even something in her sexual vocabulary, let alone something she was willing to do unprompted.

I couldn’t tell you how long I sat there and just let her rub my balls on her face and lick my asshole. Felt like an eternity. This was the first time she’d smoked pot with me before her daily humiliation ritual and it really showed. There was an extra degree of shameless that I hadn’t seen from her before. The way she smothered her face with my balls, like she’d forgotten oxygen was a thing.

The moment I leaned back into the sofa chair, I heard Paige begin to beg me for the last time. I’d feel her tongue flicker against my asshole for a moment, then she’d stop for a second to whisper up to me, her lips brushing against my skin as she did, before I’d suddenly feel her tongue begin lapping away again. The pathetic quality of her grovelling increased the longer I simply leaned back and closed my eyes, silently enjoying the unfamiliar sensation.

Paige confessed that she knew, deep down, that she couldn’t satisfy me. That she was old, decades out of my league (if she was ever in it). She told me because of her lack of experience, she probably wasn’t going to be a very good fuck either. She said she was humiliated that she wasn’t the one in the position to be teaching me. That she was nearly 50 years old and begging a 19 year old to teach her about her own fantasies. All the while, in between each burst of brutal honesty and desperate self-depredation, Paige continued to service me.

Like I said, I can’t tell you how long all of this lasted for, but long enough that I had to fill my drink before it was over. Paige fetched the bottle for me. I made her crawl to the kitchen to get it. Watching her fat ass clap each time her knees hit the ground made my cock painfully hard.

She told me that if I was willing to still fuck her, I could do anything I needed to make it enjoyable for myself. She would be grateful, no matter what. After hesitating for the first time since we met, Paige told me that she hated the idea of anal, and that the plug I’d shoved into her ass that day on the hiking trail had made her feel tremendously uncomfortable, but… If I needed to, she’d want me to fuck her ass as hard as I had to. If it took that to make her worth fucking, then she understood. And she’d be grateful. “It would still feel like charity.”

If I hadn’t stopped her, I would have cum just from her tongue and hearing her pitiable ramblings about how worthless she was.

11. With Flying Colours

I didn’t last very long. I forced my cock in Paige’s ass hard enough to make her squeal and bite down into the couch, fucked her as hard as I could for about a minute, then shot my load while i was still deep inside her. I think she hated every single second of it. Actually, I know she did, that much was obvious from the tears, the screams, the way she kicked her legs involuntarily. But afterward, she still seemed to somehow have an afterglow. I guess she knew she’d passed all my tests.

12. A Domestic Need

I expected that to be all for the night, but when I came back from having to take a quick phone call in the bathroom, I saw Paige standing in front of my kitchen sink, idly washing a plate. Seeing her there, naked, cum still dribbling off her chin, washing my dishes, that unlocked something in me: a domestic need that I didn’t know I needed — and I desperately needed it.

That Summer, I was living alone. My parents were overseas. And seeing as I was nineteen, I didn’t clean up after myself very well — or at all, really. Looking back, Paige did enough cleaning around the house to have earned a real wage as my maid. She even cooked for me a couple times, always while wearing only her panties, with those fat udders hanging exposed.

If you’ve ever seen the television show It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and you remember the episode about Frank’s bang maids, well, that’s unironically essentially what Paige made herself in that moment. Ever fuck a woman’s ass, tell her to cook you a steak, then eat it while she kneels under the table, worshipping your cock?

Afterword

That’s going to be all — for now, anyway. Who knows, maybe I’ll elaborate more on my experiences down the road, if there’s any interest. Likely, that would take the form of me updating this story again with additional chapters included, much like I did this time.

If you’ve read this far, drop a comment below and let me know which part of this story stuck with you the most. I’m always curious about that, which part of my stories resonate with people after they’ve read them. That detail or scenario that gets lodged in your head, remembered long after you forget where you encountered it.

And, as I said at the start, my DM’s are always open. Don’t be shy. The last time I posted this story, I received a couple interesting DM’s. One in particular had proved to be fruitful. I enjoy educating beta women and teaching them about their place. If I have any time to spare, I’ll happily make you my next project.

Take care for now.

She was only 19 years old when they first locked the cuffs on her wrists. Rachel York was her name, a college student who had always been a loud mouthed feminists with a very entitled attitude. She came home one day hoping to surprise her boyfriend only to be met by him laying with another girl. In her anger she grabbed a nearby knife and stabbed them both countless times killing them both. She tried to run but only lasted one day before being turned over by her parents. Bail was to expensive she spent the month before her court date locked away in her orange jumpsuit confined to her cell. The treatment she received here she thought was abysmal but in comparrison to what she would soon face was luxurious.

Her court date came, for some stupid reason she pleaded not guilty although there was so much evidence against her she didn't. The gavel swung, guilty, to be sentenced to a newly opened government rehabilitation facility until the guards deemed her of no more use when she would be "put down". She was marched out the court room, her last glimpse of the free world faded away. The jingle of her shackles ran along the floor as she was marched away to the court holding cells. She was locked in for 5 days until a guard came to take her to her placement. She was marched outside where a van was located with 11 other girls in the same shackles as her. All on their knees they sat in a line 6 either side, Rachel was the last girl to fill the line.

"Inmates" a guard called out, "you have all been sentenced under my watch, I will sort you out and you will all be made into good inmates" he paused looking at one of the girls "Inmate 107, you're back, I thought you said you would be good from now on" he said, she didnt reply staring at his feet, "it looks like you've remembered your training, good girl" he said. He turned around, a box on the floor, he opened it and pull out a collar, it was a heavy metal one, chains could be connected to both the front and the back of it, it has a little card on it with "#107" written on it, lastly it had a tracking device implanted on the side and little electrical prongs on the inside where the neck would be. He fastened it around the girls neck, done the line he went seal collars around each of their necks until he got to Rachel, "inmate 593, you better be a good girl" he said before sealing it tight round her neck. Next he walked up to the top "all of you will have your shackles removed, if you try anything, you will be shocked" he said before delivering a light shock to all 12 girls collars "you will get undressed down to your underwear, you may keep your panties and bra on for now" he said. And so it was done, the shackles were removed and each inmate undressed all but Rachel, or Inmate 593 as she would be called for the rest of her life. "Inmate 593 would you like to explain why you're still dressed perhaps I wasn't clear, Panties and Bra Now!" The guard demanded giving her a heavier shock, she remained stead fast, " I wont tell you again, get undressed". He stood her up and unbuttoned her jumpsuit pulling down to her ankles. He grabbed her crotch, covered soly by her white granny panties she was given in holding. "Take off the top now or you'll spend the next week in the cage" he said, inmate 107 jumped in "do as he says, please" she said, "Did I tell you speak" he says as he starts a slow light constant shock in her collar. She sits idle and accepts her punishment clearly knowing worse will come if she talks out. Rachel finally spooked and back down. She pulled off her grey top and stepped out her jumpsuit taking off her shoes. Now she stood in a Black sports bra, White grant panties and white ankle socks.

"Perfect, you're all ready now for the next step, your transportation restraints" he said with a smirk. Waist Chains were fastened round their waists. Hand cuffs connected to it, ankles were restrained and a chain ran from their collars down interlinked with their waist chain down to their ankles. They where marched into the van as each girl stepped up the guard gave them each a hard spank "good girl" his said each time. In the van their was 6 cages on either side and each girl was told to stand in one. They were too small to sit down each inmate was forced to stand for the whole journey. The guard walked up to the top with 2 bags over each shoulder. In one bag he pulled out a black ball gag and shoved it into 107's mouth, then a black blindfold he pulled over her eyes, then he connected a Chain on the wall onto the back of their collars. Then the cage door was slammed shut and she was locked in completely immobilised. Each girl faced this same treatment, some had their bodies played with as the guard say each of them fully vulnerable.

This was how they where transported and spent the next 5 hours till they reached their new home.

(Part 2 tomorrow :))