fido knew we were having a party….but he had no idea the plans I had made regarding him. As usual, I had the Kinky Caterers take care of all the minutia of the party, so I could flesh out the details of breaking my dog. We had been together for a number of months, and it was time for his testing – this party would determine if his training had taken. I had him, kneeling, in the corner, blindfolded with his hands cuffed behind him. he could hear my instructions to the caterers and the guests arriving; all the Ladies and their boys and a couple of Masters with their subs as well. As I welcomed them in, I quietly reminded them of the plans for the evening, especially Michael and Marc and their roles this evening. I had those who were interested; go fondle fido as I knew that would make him feel uneasy – other hands grabbing his balls, testing for heft, tightness, fullness, and size. I shoved his face down into the carpet pushing his ass up, so they could be a better grip on him. Knowing his obsession with leather, I had asked all the dominates to wear leather gloves. I knew the smell…the feeling would get him in a more ‘eager to please’ mindset. I saw Lady Carissa shoving her finger in his mouth, making him suckle her it. It had the desired results; I could see fido’s cock trying to get hard. Too bad it was in the cage. He squirmed and whimpered around her finger, but it did no good, his cock wasn’t going to go anywhere. She popped her finger out and then around to his back. Since his saliva had wet the glove it was perfectly ready to invade his little ass. She covered it with another glove and as she gently slid it in all the way, he moaned. fido knew not to attempt to reject it and being bound and on his face negated his even thinking about it. She pumped it in and out a couple of times making him used to it. We had played this way several times, but not knowing who was in his ass was troubling for him. poor fido….. She pulled it out and fido thanked her, as he had been coached.
As the evening progressed and others came and went to play on the equipment, I kept Fido on a short leash. I could tell that he was perfectly happy cuddling my boots. Finally, only Michael and Marc were left. I ordered fido to show them his boot worshiping skills. I had him start at the soles of my boots. Licking them, cleaning them with his mouth and tongue kept us entranced. Watching him on his knees, cleaning my boots, made me wet. Pulling his leash short, I guided his face into my pussy. Wrapping my hand around the back of his head and bringing my leather-clad legs around his shoulders, I pulled his face in tight against my dripping wet pussy. Licking and sucking fido lapped up every drop of my pussy juices. Riding a rolling tide of sensations, I rode his face harder and harder. Michal, seeing that I was close to cumming asked if he could fuck me. Seeing that he was only semi-hard, I pulled fido’s face away from my pussy and I ordered him to open his mouth…. I kissed him long and deep holding his head tightly. I turned his head and whispered, “We’ve only started training, but I want you up suck this cock – DO NOT embarrass me” fido crawled closer to the cock in front of him. I grabbed his head with my leather-covered hand and turned his face. fido could smell the leather and it triggered something deep inside, he wanted to please me in any way he could. “Yes, Mistress,” he said. Stroking Michael’s cock with one hand I pulled fido’s face into Michael’s groin. he gave it a tentative lick at the base and licked then it again. fido could feel my hands in his hair, holding it tight, I pulled his mouth to the tip of the cock. he licked the tip, it started to grow. Knowing that I was proud that he had gotten a response, fido licked again, it stirred… I held the hardening cock in one hand and guided it to his mouth. fido knew that this WAS going to happen, he opened his mouth widely to take the thickening cock inside…. I knew that fido was humiliated sucking cock, but I also knew that his need to please me was greater. Keeping my hand on the back of fido’s head, I forced Michael’s cock deeper. As Michael’s cock just got thicker and harder, fido knew better than to dare displease me in front of my guests… so he took it. “fido, you’re such a good boy; you’ve made that big thick cock hard for me!” I exclaimed. fido knew that what he was doing was going to make Michael’s cock ready for me to stuff in my pussy. It made him very, very happy to suck Michael’s cock harder and deeper even to the point of gagging. I pulled fido off Michael’s cock; spread my legs, and felt the results of fido’s hard work sink deep in my pussy. I pulled fido to me and kissed him passionately. I told fido to lay his head next to mine, ass up, so he could feel how hard are real man’s cock could thrust into my pussy. he, of course, did. After watching Marc stroke his cock, I let him know that as a bonus for fido making Michael’s cock hard, he could have fido’s ass if he wanted. As Marc sank his cock into fido, I told him to spread his ass open so Marc could go deeper. fido moaned, knowing he couldn’t escape…. it felt…. full… tight… stretched. Besides seeing the shame and helplessness in his eyes, I knew that this was a first for fido. I kissed him & stroked his chest as he felt me getting fucked by Michael. fido knew I was closer to cumming from his being ass-fucked; it helped ease the tightness. he was also happier knowing that this was what I wanted him to do. I was well pleased with my dog. His obedience to my wishes gave him my favor. I came hard screaming and grinding my pussy against Michael’s thick beautiful cock. I looked at my dog; he was pitiful; feeling that hard cock thrusting in and out of his ass, knowing that I could stop it and chose not to. fido whimpered and bucked as Marc pulled back, grabbed his hips, and unloaded streams of hot cum in his ass. Marc gasped heavily and collapsed on fido’s back. Marc’s orgasm triggered Michael’s. Pounding my pussy, brutally thrusting, Michael orgasmed; shooting deep inside me. When Michael’s breathing calmed, I looked at my dog and let him know that, once again, it was time for him to clean my pussy. I knew this was something that had never happened with my dog, but I also knew that he was going to do it. It was his job, as my dog, to do as I wished. And I wished for him to clean my pussy. I pulled him closer with his leash. I told Marc and Michael, “look, what a good dog I have! He’s going to clean the cum of a real man out of me, as a good dog should.” fido crawled to my pussy, pushed his face in and started to lap up our comingled cum. Nuzzling and slurping he licked my pussy. All that attention made me start squirming again. I grabbed fido by the hair and ground my pussy against his face. Wrapping my booted legs around his neck, I came again; smearing pussy juice all over his face and down his chest. Breathing heavily I pulled fido down and he fell in a happy heap on my boots.
My name is Sam and at the time when this story begins I was your average
IT consultant working for a boring company in London. I was 31 with a
decent body thanks to some lucky strands of DNA, a decent living
standard, a beautiful wife two years younger than me and a passion for
crossdressing. I am not sure of where I got this hobby of mine from, but
it’s always been a part of me, and since I moved to the big city I could
indulge a bit more.
I met my wife four years ago at a fetish club. I was in drag, not
looking half bad if I can say this of myself, and she was dancing with
some of her friends. She made the first move, offering me a drink at the
bar, and then we started chatting about how we knew our friends in the
club and so on. It turns out that we were both bicurious and that her
friends were lesbian while my friends, every once in a while, would
start a party that ends in some mild group sex. That night we both left
the club early and we went straight to my flat where we had some of the
best sex I can remember.
During the first two years we spent together, our relationship became
increasingly stronger. At the beginning, we invited each other to some
kinky nights for some “playing around”. Then, as things progressed, we
became more “conservative” and decided to only have sex between us. We
were becoming jealous of each other and we both loved this strong new
tie between us. We’d still go out to fetish clubs, we’d whip some
bottoms and sometimes get involved in some kissing and pegging but
that’s as far as we decided to go. It might seem like we were getting
more boring, but we actually loved how we understood that we were doing
this for each other.
We got married because we wanted a cool party. We had two parties, one
suit-and-tie classic reception, and a spicier party the night after. We
had the time of our life, a fantastic honeymoon in Iceland, where we
made our private Jacuzzi go from hot to steamy, and our life went on
happily for two more years. I kept crossdressing now and then. My wife,
Jane, encouraged me because she found it arousing. A couple of times I
got dressed to go to a party but I couldn’t make it past our front door
because she jumped on me and fucked me right on the doormat. Life,
indeed, was good.
One day I received an email from my boss saying that I had to attend
some developers seminar in Berlin. Some big company was introducing new
tech and I had to go and have a look. All expenses would be paid and I
could have a couple of days to enjoy the city after the event. When I
got home I asked my wife if she wanted to come along but she reminded me
of the store opening she was working on for her job, so she couldn’t
have gone with me. That was quite sad because I was used to sharing
almost everything with her, and a mini holiday without Jane would just work.
A few days before the event I had a notification on my private email
about a fetish ball in Berlin. It would be on the work event night,
but it would only start at 10PM, a good five hours after the seminar. I
could have the time to get changed and actually do something fun while
there. The ticket was a very expensive 200 Euros, but the description of
the night seemed to be worth every cent. I talked about it with Jane and
she helped me pack one of my hottest outfits that, of course, I had to
model for her. She picked a hot corset mini dress that ended in a very
short ruffle skirt. I would wear it on top of my suspender stockings and
some 6 inches high heel boots. A black wavy wig and some accessories
would complete the outfit. I looked hot, she agreed, and then we had
some more wonderful sex.
I left for Berlin on a Thursday afternoon. After a short flight, I had
just time to go to the hotel, have a couple of drinks at the bar and
then head straight to bed. The seminar started at 9AM on Friday. It
was quite interesting and I had a lot of notes that I would have to
write down properly later on. As soon as I got out of the building where
the event was held I went back to my hotel, got changed into my “evening
outfit”, spent some time doing my makeup properly and then I ordered a
taxi to go to the ball. I was feeling tired so I decided to have a
couple of drinks from the minibar before venturing out of my room.
The cab driver didn’t even blink when he saw me dressed up. I look
pretty good in drag, but there is no mistaking me for a genetic girl,
particularly while wearing some sexy PVC high heels. In a broken English
he said something about seeing a lot of different people in Berlin, and
that he likes it that way because he felt that the city was alive and
bursting with life. He actually complimented on my confidence and wished
me a good night of fun when he parked in front of the venue.
At the door, a young and attractive girl exchanged my e-ticket for an old-style “admit one” paper ticket, gave me a good look from head to toe and
said something half in German half in English that I didn’t completely
understand. She ended the sentence with a question and I could recognize
three words: “… man, woman, trans?” Was she asking if I was one or the
other? That seemed odd. Anyway, I went for what I thought described me
better that night and said “transvestite”. She picked a purple key from
a jar of purple keys and gave it to me along with the ticket, then she
waved and I walked into the main room.
The ball had been organized in an old theatre, something I was used to
in London, but the setup reminded me of a rave party. The old structure
of the balconies, the red velvet drapes, and the bas-reliefs on the
walls acted as a base for lasers, smoke machines and giant LED displays.
It felt like diving in some retro-futuristic movie with a touch of
cyberpunk. The effect was intentionally decadent and the many people
already on the dance floor were dressed not too differently from the way
I was dressed. Considering that I can’t speak German, not standing out
too much was good for me. I went to the dance floor and started dancing
After one hour of continuous dancing I felt dehydrated and I needed to
give my feet a break, so I headed for one of the bars. I sat on one of
the stools and ordered a Vodka and Red Bull. The vodka keeps you going
and the Red Bull keeps you up. Good combination for parties. The guy at
the bar served me the drink with plenty of ice and then noticed the key
that I got with the ticket and that I was wearing as a necklace to avoid
losing it. He pointed at it, said something else in German, and then
poured a drop from another bottle into my drink. I was about to protest
but as soon as the liquid touched the content of my glass something
weird happened and my whole drink started sparkling like a jar of purple
fireflies. I thought that it was very cool so I thanked him, paid, and
turned around to look at the other people dancing.
As soon as my feet were ready to walk again I decided to take a tour of
the place. The old theatre was divided in three separate ballrooms with
three different kinds of house music. I danced a bit in each and then
continued my walk. At the end of one corridor, in a corner decorated
like a circus, about ten people were waiting in line and cheering for
something. I went to have a look and saw a big digital wheel of fortune,
and a guy dressed in a red tuxedo and red top hat that was operating it.
A girl with an impressive pair of boobs, way bigger than her dress could
contain, walked past me with her boyfriend. Both of them were fondling
her massive breasts as if it was the first time they’d seen them.
“You, back there, it’s your turn,” said the red man pointing at me and
speaking a decent English.
“Me? No, look, I am not here for gambling and I can’t waste too much
money,” I said. I was happy to be a spectator since I had no idea of how
the game worked.
“Don’t worry, I see from here that you already have what it takes to
play. That’s your token!” he said while his stare moved from my eyes to
my chest, where the key was hanging.
The key, previously a piece of transparent purple plastic, was now
glowing of the same glow as the drink I had before. Well, I thought,
it’s probably a bonus game or something, maybe I’ll win a drink. So I
passed some of the people in the crowd while they were clapping with
anticipation and I walked to the red guy, in front of the wheel that was
now in standby mode with random light turning in circles like an old
“I see you have a purple key! Those are my favourites! All you have to
do is stand in front of the Randomiser, put the key in the keyhole in
the middle and turn it.” said the red guy.
“What’s the prize?” I asked, since I hadn’t seen anyone playing before.
“The prize may be something that you like, something that you want or
something you didn’t even think about. Anyway, you’re guaranteed to have
fun with whatever you win!” was his answer.
Thinking that I was about to win some sort of goody bag, full of sex
toys considering where I was, I just went for it and inserted the key.
Before I could turn it, the wheel came to life. It was like a very vivd
round LCD screen, about two meters wide, divided into 9 portions with a
question mark each. Three of the portions were blue, three red and three
were purple. I gave a last look at the red guy before turning my key, he
nodded and I turned the plastic piece into the keyhole. A giant watch
hand began to rotate through the options at great speed at first, and
then it started to slow down. Behind my back I could hear the other
people cheering and chanting as if I was in a sport competition. The
pointy arrow eventually landed on a red slice. All other slices became
red with a nice animation while my portion of screen changed into the
drawing of a shapely girl’s bottom seen from the side.
“We have another lucky winner here tonight!” said the red guy in a
microphone. “But everyone is a winner with the Randomiser!”
After he said those words, something weird happened. All red pixels on
the screen seemed to turn into fairy dust and engulfed me in a small
whirlwind of sparkles. I could almost see them soaking into my skin and
I almost freaked out. Luckily this only lasted for a few seconds so I
didn’t get too scared. Everyone around me was smiling and clapping while
the red man was already calling someone else forward.
“What happened?” I asked. “What did I win?”
“You’ve seen the screen! You won one of the best prizes a purple key can
get! Keep enjoying the night and don’t worry!” With that he dismissed me
and welcomed someone else in front of the wheel. I walked back to the
main dance floor and waited for a couple of minutes next to a pillar to
try and make sense of what happened. Or what didn’t happen. After a
while I just decided to dance some more and forget about it.
The music at this ball was seriously good. The DJs were a great choice
and the house music was some of the best I had heard in a long while.
The environment was getting quite hot, and not just by the temperature.
Some girls were walking around topless and some couples were making out
heavily on the sofas around the dance floor. I had the feeling that
people were losing their inhibitions as many more were dancing “with me”
occasionally, and a lot were slapping my ass. I found it weird, but a
bit of spanking was something I always enjoyed and it was making me
horny. I kept dancing and just let go of all my worries.
For more than one hour I moved to the beat and then, again, my 6 inches
heels started hurting a bit and I went to sit down on a sofa in a
corner. A waitress asked me if wanted to order a drink and I asked for
another Vodka and Red Bull. I have to say that the sofa was very
comfortable and very well padded. It was covered in leather and a bit
cold so I tried to pull my dress down a bit to cover my back, but it
seemed that the fabric just wasn’t enough. The waitress arrived with my
drink, I paid and started sipping it. I must say that without the
sparkly stuff inside, the drinks seemed less, how can I put it, less
interesting. Anyway, I sat there for a few minutes until a man in his
forties with a middle-eastern complexion and a great body pointed at the
empty space next to me as to ask if he could sit there on the sofa. He
was shirtless, only wearing a weird pair of wide leg trousers and black
boots, freshly shaved and he had a well toned body. I replied that he
could use the sofa and he sat next to me.
“My name is Kasim!” he said. “Who do I have the pleasure to share this
sofa with?” he spoke to me in English from the very first word. I
assumed that he was a foreigner too.
“I’m Samantha!” I replied using my en-femme name.
“Good to meet you Samantha. You look awesome tonight!”
“Thank you, you look great too! Do you usually come to these balls in
Berlin?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact, this is my second one in Berlin. Actually, the
second time ever in a fetish club! I recently started a new job that, I
found, fits very well in this environment!”
“Interesting!” I said, and I meant it. I wonder what kind of job would
take you to fetish clubs. I definitely would want a job like that. “What
do you do, if I can ask?”
“Sure! You surely have seen the Randomiser, actually I can tell that you
have played one round…” he started.
“How do you know I played? I didn’t even get my prize!” I interrupted.
“I can tell that you played because you still have some sparkles on you,
and I can also tell that you played because I’ve been looking at the way
your prize looks on you for the last hour, if I can say it,” he went on.
“The Randomiser picks one random attribute and enhances the body or mind
of the recipient according to the pick. In your case, you clearly won a
new bottom. I built that machine, so I have a pretty good eye on its
As soon as he said that I stood and touched my ass. He was right. That’s
why I couldn’t cover it with my dress, my cheeks were now super perky
and high, twice as big as they used to be and perfectly round. I had
buttocks that many girls would envy and the bottom part of it stuck out
of my mini dress. That would also explain why so many people were
spanking me. An half naked ass with a red thong through it must have
been quite a sight and definitely looked like an invitation. I sat down
again, almost feeling naked, and again feeling the cold leather of the
sofa under my exposed bottom.
“You didn’t realise, did you?” Kasim asked. “I told the girl at the door
to inform every one about the Randomiser, she should have told you when
she gave you the key!”
“She said something,” I said. “But it was in German and I don’t really
speak the language. She asked me something about men, women and trans,
and I said trans because I am in drag.”
“That explains it!” he replied. “Red keys are for women, they enhance
female characteristics. Blue are for men. Purple are for trans people
and can pick on either side or one of the special prizes!”
“I guess that the special prizes were the purple portions of the wheel.
But what do they contain? And, by the way, how is all of this possible?”
Kasim pulled a small vial out of a pocket and poured a drop of the
liquid into my drink. It was the same sparkly stuff I previously drank
at the bar.
“In your world you would call this a catalyst. The sparkles you see are
actually micro creatures that can perform the changes in your body. They
stay in your system for about 24 hours until they are activated by a
machine, like the Randomiser, that sends them the instructions. A key
like this,” he handed me a new key, “carries your DNA to the machine,
that does all the magic,” he explained.
“So, what I drank are actually nanites that will receive instructions
from a magnetic field generated by the Randomised.” I tried to look
smart. Kasim’s face went from surprised to annoyed, then he smiled.
“You humans are funny sometimes. You used to call the sparkles with many
names like Will of the Gods, Magic Dust etcetera… Now Nanites. Well,
they are none of those. They just are the fruit of a kind of science
that this world can’t yet comprehend.”
“What do you mean with You humans? Where are you from? And what kind of
tech is this? I work in IT and I can…” I started but he stopped my
flow of questions.
“I have to go now, but I’ll be around. Enjoy your drink and have another
go at the Randomiser. Not many people get the luxury of two rounds in
one night!” And he left.
I stayed on the sofa for another few minutes trying to compute what
Kasim just told me. Had I just met an alien, a god or something similar?
No, it couldn’t be. I am the rational type and, even if I was sitting on
a brand new state-of-the art ass, I couldn’t believe his last words. I
slowly sipped my drink while looking around trying to identify other
signs of changes in the people around me. The girl I saw before fondling
her breasts as if they were new was probably doing it because they were
new indeed. No, again, this made little sense to me. I had one way to
find out more about this. I had my second key so I could have a better
look at the machine. I stood and left the main dance room, on my way to
While I walked through the corridors I felt more people spanking my bum.
Now that I knew that my cheeks were out there I felt a bit more exposed
but, damn, those spanks were sending sexual shivers up my spine. Each
slap was pure pleasure for me and in a certain way I wanted that to
happen more and more. All of a sudden I started thinking about what will
happen when I’d go back to London. How would I explain my “improvement”
to my wife? How would I explain it to everyone at work? Would I be able
to find any clothes that could hide my new shape? A new slap on my left
cheek brought me back to the moment I was living, and shortly after I
arrived at the Randomiser where a new group of 15 or 20 people were
waiting, clapping and cheering. A cloud of blue sparkles engulfed a guy
in front of the wheel. He turned around and kissed what must have been
his boyfriend. While they walked past me I could see that the bulge in
the pants of the one playing the Randomiser couldn’t be natural.
The red man saw me through the group of people and called me forward.
“You, back there, good to see you again! Come forward! How did you get
hold of another key?”
“Err… a friend gifted me hers!”
“You must have very good friends! Come on, let’s play again the
I stepped in front of the wheel, that was blinking of all different
colours in its stand-by mode. I asked myself if I really wanted to go
through with this. What if I was changed in a way I couldn’t possibly
hide? My hands were faster than my mind though, I inserted the key and
The display showed again a group of nine slices divided in three
colours. A spinning arrow moved around highlighting them one by one in
rapid succession and then slowed down. This time the wheel’s hand
stopped on a purple sector. The question mark icon flipped and in its
place a weird drawing appeared. It looked like a mouth, no, it was
definitely a mouth with red lips, but inside there was a double fold of
flesh. The image wasn’t completely clear and it disappeared when the
whole machien turned purple and glitter of the same colour surrounded me
and soaked into my skin.
“Congratulations to our new winner… again!” the red man proclaimed in
“What is that? What did that icon mean?” I asked.
“To be honest, I have no idea!” he said. “But you’ll soon find out and I
am sure you’ll enjoy it!” With these words he dismissed me and I walked
past the cheering crowd.
With every step I took I was trying to identify any change in my body
but I couldn’t feel any. There was a mouth in that picture so I walked
to the toilets to see in the mirror if my face had been changed. The
idea terrified me. But no, the mirror showed me my familiar Samantha’s
face. Nothing new. I used a stall to check the rest of my body but,
again, no sign of any change. At that point I calmed down a bit. I
thought that this whole Randomiser thing was probably a hoax and that
the swelling in my ass was probably due to some chemicals they put in
the drinks. It was all a clever special effect that would probably wear
off. I went back to a different dance room and spent some time bouncing
to the rhythm.
The music was loud and my body was following every beat. I was enjoying
myself, finally relaxed and excited at the same time by a part of my
body that was giving me pleasure but that I know wouldn’t create any
problem because it was just temporary. Occasionally someone would walk
behind me and slap my ass making me jump and shiver for excitement. I
could feel the fabric of my dress caressing the top of my cheeks and the
thong rubbing between them. It was pure bliss. I closed my eyes and kept
When I reopened my eyes Kasim was standing in front of me, slowly but
elegantly moving from one foot to the other as if he wanted to dance
with me but without invading my space. He was holding a bottle of beer
and a glass that looked a lot like one of my Vodka and Red bull. He
handed me the latter while we were still dancing. Since I don’t like to
spill my drinks I took a sip and then I walked in the direction of one
of the booths that surrounded the rooms. It was quite dark in there, and
I could see that something hot was going on in the one next to ours. I
had no problem chatting with Kasim even if I thought that all he told me
were lies. But he was also the only person I spoke with and he had never
been unkind to me. We sat down and cheered with our drinks before
“That’s a double, I hope you like it!” he started.
“It’s stronger than the one I am used to but yes, I really like it. And
it’s 3 AM so a bit more fuel won’t hurt me.” I smiled and sipped.
“So, you played the Randomiser again!” he stated.
“Yes, but I think I uncovered your game. It’s all a special effect,
right? And it’s not meant to work twice in a night,” I said, trying to
look clever again.
“And how did you come to that conclusion?” he asked. While he said those
words he casually reached inside his pants and lowered the hem as if he
wanted to uncover his cock. Regardless, I kept explaining.
“Well, the second time nothing happened. This undefined drawing with a
fffhhh mfffff hsssssss…” All of a sudden I couldn’t speak. It’s not
like I was suffocating or anything but my throat wasn’t making any
sound. I admit that I was looking down between his legs when this
happened but out of shock I immediately raised my eyes to look at his
face, that was displaying a large smile. In just a few seconds my throat
cleared and I swallowed the massive amount of saliva that accumulated in
my mouth. I had no idea of what just happened but I was thirsty so I
drank some of my drink and resumed my explanation.
“Sorry, my throat is playing tricks on me!” I noticed his hand going
down to his belt again, and my eyes followed it while I spoke. “As I was
saying, the ffffffmmmm… hhhh…..” And again I couldn’t speak. This
time my eyes kept looking at his member, a solid 10 inch uncut cock,
while I was still trying to make some sort of human sound. I was
salivating but I couldn’t swallow and while this should have scared me,
I ended up looking more and more at his dick as if I needed it. I was
almost hypnotised by it.
Now, as I said I was bicurious and I had seen, touched and even sucked
cocks before. But I was never drawn to them as I was at that very
Kasim put two fingers under my chin and lifted my head up so that my
eyes were looking at his face. He pulled up his pants at the same time.
In a few seconds, I could breathe again, and again I swallowed a massive
quantity of saliva before reaching for my drink.
“What you called an undefined drawing, ” he started, “was what I called
a Mouth Vagina. And you are now the proud owner of one of those. It’s a
special gift of the Randomiser, and my way to prove to you that there is
more to that machine than just special effects. From this day on,
whenever you see a cock, be it real, in the picture or a convincing replica,
your throat will transform into a vagina. Your teeth will retract into
your gums and your salivation will, in fact, be replaced by a lubricant.
Your tongue will stay where it is because it can give and receive a lot
of pleasure. The dangling thing at the back of your throat will turn
into a sensitive clitoris. You will be able to swallow any cock that
makes it through your lips and, actually, you’ll want to do so because
your new vagina will be so close to your brain that the hormonal rush
will overcome most of the other senses. Your throat will then remain a
vagina until you stop seeing a cock for at least ten seconds, or for ten
seconds after the cock has left your mouth. Your mouth is now the
perfect blowjob machine.”
I couldn’t believe what he just said. Was this real? Did he actually
mutate me into a blowjob machine? Right at that moment my throat felt
fine, I could feel my cold drink going down towards my stomach as usual.
I struggled to believe his words. Maybe I was just chocking on my drink
when he said that.
“Look,” I said, “you seem like a decent guy but you really say a lot of
nonsense!” As I continued he pulled out his cock again. “If I were in
you I’d come up wihhhhhh… mffff…..” Again I couldn’t speak. My mouth
was salivating like crazy while my eyes were glued to his erect member.
I felt like a sense of hunger, or thirst… emptiness. I wasn’t too sure
how to finish my sentence at that point but I felt that the first and
foremost important thing to do was to push his cock down my throat.
Without asking for permission I bent on him and I took his cock in my
mouth. My lips surrounded it while my saliva, my juices, were making it
wet. I pushed myself down on it and I felt my throath opening wide
without any gag reflex, I felt his cock hitting my new clitoris, I felt
good. Very very good. I went down all the way, taking all his 10 inches
until my lower lip touched his balls. It felt fantastic and I started to
bounce my head up and down. I had never felt anything like that. And I
can tell that he loved it too because in what seemed to be hours, but
was probably less than a few minutes, he came right into my throat, all
the way down to my stomach. At the same time I felt a wave of pleasure
emanating from my chest as if I was cumming too. It was the best orgasm
of my life.
I pulled my head up and looked at his face. His body was now covered in
a layer of sweat and he was smiling at me with a knowing face. My throat
quickly turned back to its original function and I swallowed the rest of
my juices along with what was left of his sperm in my mouth. I drank
some more from my glass to clean my mouth.
“I can’t believe it,” I said.
“And yet, you just gave me the best blowjob of my life. And trust me, so
far it has been a long one,” he replied.
“But, how am I going to explain this? How am I going to live with a
vagina in my throat?” I asked, genuinely scared.
“How many times a day do you see cocks around you? If I were in you I’d
be more worried about my ass right now! That thing really turns heads!
Talking about your ass, as you may have noticed every feeling from it is
enhanced. Are you not curious to give it a proper go?”
My mind drifted to my wife. To the silent agreement we had of not having
sex with other people. Yet, my mind started making excuses about me
being away from home, about her knowing what sort of ball I was going to
etc… But I decided to resist and I started declining his offer tilting
my head. And that’s when he took out his dick again.
“I don’t like to force people,” he said. “But I see that it won’t take
much to convince you. After all, you really want my cock right now!”
He was right. The sight of his cock made me horny and hot as hell.
“Let’s go to your place, I like my privacy!” he said.
We went out of the theatre after collecting my coat from the cloakroom.
Kasim kept his phone out all the time, occasionally showing me a picture
of his member. It was like torture. My mouth kept producing juices and
more juices and during the rare cases when he waited for more than 10
seconds before showing me again the picture I was swallowing gallons of
pussy juices. My own pussy juices. We got into a taxi that quickly
reached our hotel. Kasim paid for the ride and we took the lift for the
floor where my room was. I was about to fall on my knees in the
elevator; he had his cock out and I was feeling a massive void in my
throat, like a thirst during a desert draught. When we walked into my
room I slammed the door, dropped on my knees and deep throated his cock
in one single move. I started bobbing up and down to get all possible
pleasure for a moment I had been craving for the last half an hour.
Before I could come and before he could fill my throat with his cum he
lifted my up and said that he loved what I was doing, but that wasn’t
the reason why we were there. He told me to kneel on the bed, facing the
other way. He slid my thong away and placed his cock, still wet from my
mouth juice, at the entrance of my ass. I felt a gentle push, then he
pushed harder. His dick entered my asshole as a hot knife goes through
butter. The feeling I was receiving was nothing short of amazing. This
new ass of mine was incredibly sensitive and could do any sort of trick
to his cock. I discovered muscles I didn’t know I had and I used them to
give and receive pleasure. Even when his cock was mostly out, his hands
on my cheeks were giving me pleasure. I was in ecstasy. I was loving it.
He fucked me for at least ten more minutes before he grunted and shot a
massive load into my ass. I could feel every drop of it with my enhanced
senses, and I loved the feeling. He grunted until he emptied his balls
“Don’t turn around!” he commanded. “Thank you for sharing with me your
prizes. I have to go now. But I am sure our paths will cross again!”.
I was still enjoying the feeling of my ass being open and his juices
swirling in it when I heard a “puff”. I turned around and Kasim wasn’t
in the room anymore. The door chain still locked from the inside.
Too tired and too satisfied to care, I collapsed in bed and fell into a
The next day, Saturday, I woke up at 1 PM. My phone ran out of battery
and the alarm didn’t go off. Still, I had nothing to do that day so I
connected my phone to the charger and then I took it very easy. Almost
in auto-pilot, I took off my make up, still trying to put together the
pieces of the night before in my memory. I stepped into the shower and
turned on the hot water. When the stream touched my ass I had a
wonderful rush of pleasure, that reminded me of the piece of magic art
that was now hanging on top of my legs. I stayed in the shower for a
good 20 minutes, simply looking up and enjoying the feeling I was
getting from my body. I stroke my cock and, thinking of the events of
the night before, I shot a massive load.
Once out of the shower I quickly dried myself and stepped in front of
the mirror to admire my new bottom. It was perky but not too wide. It
looked more like the shape of implants than a butt lift. My hips were
the same size but my back had a definite shelf shape to it. I have no
idea how to hide this shape, but I really loved it. I turned
around just to check myself in the full-length mirror, and when I looked
at my cock my throat went numb. I knew this feeling all too well but I
didn’t expect this to happen with the sight of my own dick. I
immediately turned my head away and made a mental note to avoid looking
down for more than a few seconds.
At that very moment, my phone rang. It was Jane.
“Hey Sam, are you ok? I tried to call you for the whole morning!” she
“I’m fine Jane. I’m actually in great shape,” I replied, laughing within
myself for the pun I just made.
“That’s good. I was worried you’d gone too wild last night! How was the
developers conference? And how was the ball?”
“Let’s say,” I smiled, “that at the ball there were some interesting
“Are you nervous?”
Morgan dropped her car keys twice before finally sticking them in the zipper pocket of her purse. She wished for the fifth time since she’d left the apartment that she hadn’t worn her new boots. The first time in 4 inch heels was always murder.
“I’m not nervous. I’m – curious.” She grabbed the handle of her roll around cart and swung her bag over her shoulder. The wind picked up the edge of her sheer skirt and exposed her buttocks to the autumn air.
Gwen laughed, following close behind. “Well, just remember: you got yourself into this. I tried to talk you out of it.”
The two women moved towards the warehouse. Other people clad in black leather were milling about the double doors. The sound of music could dimly be heard from inside. The taller of the two, Morgan, wore a black corset that pushed her sizeable bosom so close to her chin; she could feel them jiggle with each step. Her brand new thigh high boots creaked at the knees, the narrow heels causing a sharp pain that ran up each calf as she climbed the steps to the front of the building. Gwen, the tiny red head trotted behind her, wearing a lacy black mini dress that Morgan suspected was actually a negligee.
Once inside, Morgan searched the throng of people dressed in black for Derek. It was her first time doing these charity raffle things and she needed to know the ground rules.
“There are ground rules, aren’t there?” she asked Gwen.
“How would I know? Paul doesn’t let me watch these things never mind take part in them.” Gwen scanned the moving masses. “Where is my dear lord and master, anyway?”
“You’re going to have to watch my stuff while they hold the raffle. I have to be on stage with Derek and the rest of them – there he is!” Morgan pushed her way past scantily clad people holding drinks, huddled in conversational clutches and moved towards the main platform.
Master Derek was tall, dark and very young for a man with his reputation. He’d been voted Leather Man of several southern states and became an immediate sensation when he reached the east coast. The line of submissive females waiting to play with him was staggering. The number of disappointments once they learned he preferred the male variety was just as impressive.
“Derek! I tried to get here earlier, but it was hell getting out of the city,” Morgan started to say, but Derek raised one finger while he perused a legal pad scribbled with illegible names. Finally he nodded and looked up at her.
“You’re fucking late.” He turned to a young blonde boy dressed only in black jeans sitting on a bar stool nearby. The boy handed him a felt tip pen. “I needed you here earlier to go over the guidelines for tonight’s auction.”
Morgan rolled her eyes. “I thought it was a raffle.”
“Raffle, auction. What the fuck does it matter? You’re late.”
“Okay, okay. So what did I miss?”
Derek continued to rifle through the pages of the legal pad, checking off several names. He turned to the boy and said, “Where the hell is Leo? Did anyone call to remind the bastard he’s on the block tonight?”
Gwen tugged at Morgan’s bare arm. “I think I see Paul. I’ll be right back.” Like a pixie she disappeared into the leather clad crowd.
Morgan realized Derek was speaking to her. She quickly turned back to him and tried to catch up.
He was saying, “we’ve got twenty-six people on the block tonight. You’re number eleven. And you’re one of only three dommes up for grab tonight. “
“Okay,” Morgan made a mental note to be aware she was number eleven. “So what do I do?”
Derek smiled, his dark eyes flashing. “Nothing. Stand there and look desirable.”
“Do you know who’s bid on me? I’d like to get an idea of who I’m dealing with.”
Derek handed the list to the blonde boy and shrugged, “all I know is you’re a hot item tonight. Thirty-two people bought bidding tickets for you. I’m really glad you finally agreed to do one of these.”“ He smirked and tugged on her dark locks. “A lot of people want a piece of your ass.”
Morgan wasn’t flattered or amused. “Funny. I just want to know what kind of subs I’m up against. I don’t want any of those icky subs who want their balls stepped on or who just wanna crawl around and be told they’re worthless.”
Derek laughed. “Yeah, well, you don’t have a choice now, do you?”
Morgan laughed and glanced about at the noisy crowd. “You wanna bet?”
The smile slipped from Derek’s face. “Seriously, Morgan. You don’t have a choice. Whoever wins the raffle gets to play with you.”
“Yeah, but I don’t have to play their way.”
“Yes, you do.” Derek folded his sleek arms across his chest. “The way we do this is anyone can bid on anyone up for auction. Dom, sub, male or female. And whoever holds the winning raffle ticket calls the shots.”
“Whoa!” Morgan grabbed Derek’s forearm. His eyes dropped and stared at her hand. Slowly she lifted her hand and took a step back. “Anyone can bid on me? But I’m a dominant.”
Derek snickered and nodded. “Yes, Morgan. But if another Dom, male or female has the winning ticket then they call the shots. They can play with you any way they want.”
“You mean they can bottom to me any way they want.”
Derek slowly shook his head, his black curls bobbing in his face. “Noooooo – they can bottom or top you. And if a sub has the winning ticket, male or female, they can bottom or top if they want. Them’s the rules.”
Morgan looked ill. “The rules suck!”
A slow smile spread across Derek’s face. “You agreed to the rules when you signed the application for the auction back in July. I asked you if you were sure you wanted to do this.”
“Yeah, but wait! What about consent? The bottom line was that this was completely consensual.”
Derek nodded, “Right. But then there’s consent and then there’s given consent. You know how that works.”
Morgan’s corset felt way too tight. “Please: refresh my memory.”
Derek sighed and stared straight ahead. He spoke as if reciting a grocery list from memory.
“The person with the winning ticket cannot take the prize home without his or her consent. They can’t expect sexual intercourse or oral without your consent. They can’t lend you out to others without your consent. However, given consent is already assumed as a willing participant of the charity auction. By agreeing to be a willing participant you agree to play on the terms of the winner, allowing them to fully enjoy their prize without being a friggin’ stick in the mud, cry baby, sore loser.”
Morgan fought the urge to pout. “Derek, there happens to be a few people around here who would love to make a fool of me. You can’t give them free reign to do whatever they want!”
“I’m not, Morgan. That’s why we have guidelines. And if you have enemies in this community, then it’s your own fucking fault. You shouldn’t be so friggin’ high and mighty, always bragging about your high standards as a dominant.” Derek pulled the blonde boy to his feet and began to walk away. He turned and moved his face closer to Morgan’s.
“And you had better not pull any shit tonight, Morgan. These people paid twenty bucks for every raffle ticket they bought. I know for a fact some of them bought as many as seven for you alone. That’s a lotta money so don’t fuck up. I mean it!”
Derek and his boy strode away. Morgan glanced over her shoulder at the people standing about, waiting for the auction to begin. Some of them held handfuls of colorful tickets like children at an amusement park arcade waiting to claim a prize.
“Sonovabitch,” she hissed.
The auction was painfully slow to proceed. Morgan stood with more than two dozen other participants, some she knew and a few she’d never seen before, as Derek grabbed the microphone and played master of ceremonies, ushering each one out by turn and offering their skills to the audience.
“Welcome everyone, to Cirque d’Noir’s annual charity auction! We’ve a long list of promising prizes waiting to be used and abused so we’re going to begin in a few moments. Please if you haven’t made your bids yet, there are slaves walking around selling tickets. Make those bids now. And if you’ve already made bids, keep in mind this is a charity auction! All proceeds will go to St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital so please bid some more! The more tickets you buy, the better your chances of winning the person you want for the night!”
Morgan felt uncomfortable as she waited for her number to come up. She was standing next to a book mark of a woman wearing nothing more than patent leather strips covering her privates. Morgan felt as if her hips were spreading, getting wider by the second. Her corset seemed to bulge over her waist, exposing every roll and wrinkle. This was a mistake, she thought. Derek was right. I’ve got a big mouth, she thought. She spotted several female dominants who’d love to watch her squirm. They were all holding tickets. Could they have bid on her just to make her suffer in public? Am I that much of a jerk, she thought. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized Derek had called on number ten.
“Here we have Haley, a lovely little pain slut I’ve personally beaten. I can promise you her tolerance for pain is high, but her ability to control herself is low. Let’s see who the winning bidder is.”
The blonde boy rolled a plastic bingo ball that sat on a chair on the main platform. Haley, a plump girl in her early twenties stood uncomfortably clutching at her short black dress. Morgan spotted a tear in the girl’s black stockings just below her chubby knee.
The colorful raffle tickets spun three times and the boy reached in, plucking a yellow ticket from the bowl. He handed it to Derek, turning his back to him, baring his leather sheathed buttocks.
“And the winner is: “ Derek used both hands to slap out a drum roll on his boy’s ass. “Mistress Raven! Raven, come collect your eager prize.”
Morgan noted that Haley looked disappointed as the large woman stuffed into a black lace cat suit led her from the stage.
“And next is number eleven,” Derek shouted, sounding more like a game show host than a leather master. “Number eleven, step up to the platform.”
Morgan stepped up without hesitation. The flood lights hit her and she suddenly realized her skirt was too short, her legs too heavy and her breasts were nearly popping out of their leather cage. She swallowed hard and blinked at the crowd.
“Here we have the lovely Lady Morgana, a lusty dominant, ready to be pawned off to a lucky bidder. “
Derek’s boy reached into the bingo ball and pulled out an orange ticket and handed it to Derek. Derek turned the ticket over and silently read the name. His face split into a wide, toothy smile.
“And the winner is –William Glenn! Will, step up and collect your prize.”
The crowd broke into a series of cheers and jeers. Morgan’s heart beat faster. Who the hell was William Glenn? She peered into the audience, looking for the man with the winning ticket.
Out of a sea of black leather and bare flesh, a large man stepped forward. He was wearing what could only be described as a Hawaiian shirt, aqua and yellow in color and a pair of chinos. Morgan flinched. This was someone she didn’t recognize. He didn’t even look like he belonged at this gathering. His hair was sun-bleached curls, hanging well below his collar. His beard was dark and grizzled. The lights flickered off the thick lenses of his glasses as he stepped up to the platform.
A grinning Derek grabbed the man’s hand and helped him onto the stage. He was a big man. A very big man. His chest was broad and the suggestion of a pot belly pressed against the colorful shirt he wore. Up close, he looked older than Morgan first thought. From the audience, she thought he looked like a college student. Closer he reminded her more of a college professor.
“Will, congratulations. The Lady Morgana is yours for the night.” Derek put a gentle arm around Morgan’s shoulders. When she didn’t budge, he dragged her forward, her boots skittering on the wooden floor.
William Glenn simply smiled and gestured with one hand for Morgan to follow him. Morgan looked up at the audience and could see Gwen and Paul standing in the back by the bar. Gwen waved and motioned towards Morgan’s roll cart to show her she had her bags in safe keeping. Morgan blew a puff of air across her lips in disgust as she trailed behind the man who won her for the night.
Time to slave
She followed the bright design of the shirt on his broad back through the boisterous crowd. The auction continued behind her. Morgan refused to look at the faces of the people watching as she passed them. She knew there were a number of them laughing as she was led through the warehouse like a pet collie.
When the man finally stopped at a table where a slighter man in jeans and a black tee shirt sat, Morgan tapped his shoulder. He turned and looked at her with curiosity.
“Listen, I just want to get something straight.”
“Nobody gave you permission to speak.”
Morgan blinked and stared at him. His eyes were a frosty blue behind the wire frame glasses. His expression was benign.
“Right. I’m just trying to get a few things straightened out before we go any further.”
The big man turned to the other man and motioned with his hand. The man in the tee shirt pulled a leather bag off the floor and began to rifle through its contents.
Glenn repeated himself. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
Morgan nodded, “Fine, but I need to explain something.”
His meaty hand reached out and slapped her on the left cheek. Morgan gasped. A tiny fire bloomed on that side of her face.
“You’re to speak only when I ask you to speak.” William Glenn, the man with the winning ticket, turned back to his friend who had retrieved a slender piece of leather from the bag. Glenn took it and held it up in front of Morgan’s eyes.
It was a black leather collar.
Without thinking, Morgan said, “I’m not a submissive.”
The hand struck her again. This time tears glittered in her green eyes.
“Tonight, you belong to me. Come here.” He motioned again with one hand for Morgan to come forward. The gentle smile never left his face.
Morgan opened her mouth to speak and then thought better of it. She stepped forward, straining not to breathe too hard. Her mind was racing furiously. Where the fuck was Derek?
Glenn placed the collar around her neck. He produced a tiny black lock from his pocket and clasped it in place. Morgan flinched when she heard the snick of the tumblers connecting.
Glenn’s companion pulled a braided leather lead from the bag and handed it to him. He attached the lead to a dee ring on the collar and gave it a tug, pulling Morgan towards him.
In her four inch heels she was nearly the same height as he was. Her eyes met his and she was startled by how riveting they were. An icy blue, but kind and soft looking, they never strayed from her face. His face was broad and young looking, but traces of gray in his beard and at his temples suggested he wasn’t too young. His long honey blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Morgan gasped when she realized his hand was sliding down her waist and curving over her buttocks.
“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” he said, turning her around.
His big hand cupped her buttocks and he patted her ass. Morgan winced as the flesh jiggled. She regretted again wearing the wispy mesh skirt over nothing but a thong.
“Nice.” He squeezed one butt cheek. “I like a meaty bottom.” Morgan whirled around to look at him, but he’d turned to his tee shirted companion who handed him some straps of leather.
Glenn turned to Morgan holding up several wide bands of leather and buckles. “Turn around,” he ordered.
Morgan stared at the contraption in his hands. “I’d feel a lot better if we could lay down some ground rules here.”
His hand swatted her face again. For a moment Morgan was stunned.
“You don’t learn easily. Now turn around.”
This time a single tear did leak from her eye as she turned her back to him. He pulled her arms behind her and locked them into the leather straps, one forearm over the other. Two bands of leather encircled her upper arms and were latched by connecting straps. It was uncomfortable, but tolerable. He twirled her around and cast an approving eye over her breasts. Several thick fingers probed her cleavage, folding back the leather cups of her corset, exposing her nipples. Morgan was shocked for a moment to see them so hard and vulnerable looking.
He flicked a finger at one nipple making her jump. “These need something.” The man in the tee shirt handed him a hinged leather box. Glenn opened it. A display of jeweled nipple clamps was laid out on the golden satin lining of the box. He chose a pair with alternating red and green crystals dangling from them. Morgan watched with apprehension as he slowly attached them to her nipples. The flesh surrounding her nipples felt tight as if it was winding in a spiral around the clamps.
Glenn gave a tug on the leash and pulled Morgan along his side. He plopped himself down in a chair near a small table. He hauled her across his lap, face down. Morgan couldn’t help but grunt as her belly flopped across his knees. His hand slid under her skirt and gently kneaded her buttocks. Glenn’s friend spoke for the first time. Morgan could hear his voice floating somewhere above her head as she stared at the floor beneath the big man’s feet.
“Will, want me to see what they’re serving at the grill?”
“Yeah,” he replied, his finger tracing the crotch of her panties, pressing against her anus. “See if they have chicken fingers or something like that. And get us something to drink. I’m really dry.”
His finger stretched across the material between her legs and Morgan found her breath coming in short gasps. He began to trace the outline of the lips of her vulva pressing against her panties. She moaned, mortified as she felt moisture escape her and spread across the crotch of her thong. He chuckled above her and patted her twat several times before massaging her vulva with what felt like genuine affection.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
A flame of rage flared in Morgan’s mind. Her face felt hot. How the fuck dare he? She couldn’t believe the gall of the man, holding her twat like a baseball in that big mitt of a hand of his. She shifted her weight, but he gripped her tighter putting pressure on her aching clit. Heat filled her groin and Morgan managed to strangle a moan before it escaped her throat.
She could hear voices nearby. To her horror, she actually recognized one of them. Two men were standing very close by and they were addressing Glenn. Morgan felt as if she were completely naked lying across the big man’s lap.
“Hey, Will! Nice to see you on the east coast again. How’s it been?”
The other man, the one she was sure she knew had a more nasal voice and a heavy New York accent.
“Yeah, long time no see! What brings you all the way back here?”
The man went by the handle of Master Wayne and he expected everyone, male or female, to call him “sir.” Of course, Morgan always referred to him as “Wayne” and never once addressed him as “sir.” He went nowhere without his patchwork leather vest and his Doc Martin ass kicker boots. Although Morgan couldn’t turn to see him standing there, she could picture the over head lights bouncing off his bald head.
Glenn’s deep voice rumbled on about passing through on his way to Canada when Master Wayne interrupted him.
“So what’cha got there? See you won yourself a dom-may.”
Morgan rolled her eyes and sighed.
“This is my toy for the evening,” Glenn said, patting her ass. The impact of his hand on her butt cheek made an obnoxiously loud slapping sound. Morgan nearly bit the tip of her tongue.
Wayne snickered. “Yeah, maybe you’ll let me take a crack at her later on? You gonna put her to good use?”
Glenn’s fingers tickled her ass. “I’m sure she’ll be very useful tonight.”
Wayne’s voice rose to a shout. “You don’t look too comfortable, Morgan. How you doing? Ya comfortable there, Morgan?” He spoke as if she was so far across the room she might have trouble hearing.
“She’s been instructed not to answer unless given permission.” Glenn’s voice had a frost to it.
“Yeah, well, good to see you, Will.” Morgan waited for the annoying man to leave. “Maybe we’ll stop by and watch you scene.” She could feel him lingering for a moment before moving on. Glenn didn’t say goodbye.
A moment later, Glenn slapped her ass and said, “sit up.” She quickly sprung to her feet only to be hauled back onto his lap, her cheek close to his. He playfully spanked her breasts making the nipple clamps feel like winches gripping at her teats. He ran his hand up along her throat and cupped her chin, gently tracing her mouth with one finger. Morgan’s eyes were fixated on his face. He looked so gentle. He forced her mouth open and slid his finger in. She could taste the salt on his skin.
“Now suck on it like a good girl,” he whispered into her ear.
Morgan’s first inclination was to clamp her teeth down on his finger. She stared at the icy flecks in his blue eyes and thought better of it. Her lips closed around his finger and she slowly sucked.
“Good girl,” he cooed. Morgan felt her heart beat a little faster.
His friend returned with a tray of food and Morgan made note, only two frosty glasses of some beverage. Glenn continued to watch her suck on his finger and then gently withdrew the digit, sliding it over her lower lip, moistening it with her own saliva. His other hand tangled itself in her hair and pulled her head close to his. He pressed his mouth over hers, slightly bruising her lips.
When he finally released her, Morgan drew in a sharp breath. Casually Glenn leaned forward and grabbed one glass, taking a long draft of the fluid. Tiny drops of cold liquid spilled onto her naked thighs. Morgan smelled birch beer.
“Derek says he’ll have a station ready for you in about twenty minutes, Will.” The other man was seated, tearing into what looked like a tuna melt. Morgan realized she hadn’t eaten before she’d left. Sitting in front of Glenn’s place was a towering plate of chicken tenders. A small lotus bowl of what could only be honey mustard sat next to the plate like a lone sentinel. Morgan’s stomach made an audible growl.
Through conversation, while the two men ate which didn’t include her, Morgan learned that the man in the black tee shirt was named Ben and that Glenn was his mentor. Ben had a submissive he was working with who was several years older than him and had some experience. Ben, on the other hand, had just gotten involved in SM and was literally just learning the ropes. Derek’s blonde boy wonder showed up at the table. His chest bore fresh stripes from a single tail. He informed the two men that Glenn’s station had opened up.
Ben immediately stood and began to gather up the three leather bags that were lying on the floor. Glenn slid one hand between Morgan’s thighs and inserted his index finger between her panty crotch and her flesh.
“This is going to get in the way. You don’t need this do you?” She was startled to realize he was addressing her. He repeated the question, “do you need this?”
Morgan shrugged and shook her head, unsure of how to answer. With that he removed a large hunting knife from a sheath attached to his leg. He slid the cold blade against her thigh and neatly sliced the leg band of her panties. Morgan gasped. He pulled her to her feet and sheared off the other leg band. Her black panties fell to the floor like a dead leaf.
While Morgan stared at her useless underwear, Glenn replaced the knife and spoke to Ben. “Find my fur plug, will you?” Morgan’s head snapped forward. Fur plug?
After some rummaging through one of the bags, Ben produced what looked like a fuzzy white and brown ball. He handed it to Glenn who held it up for Morgan’s inspection. A slow horror spread over her. It was a butt plug with a large, fluffy rabbit’s tail attached. Ben also produced a box of rubber gloves from the bag and pulled one out for Glenn.
Without hesitation, Glenn bent her over the table. Ben had handed him something else. Seconds later Morgan felt the cold, wet sensation of greasy lube being applied to her anus. She grunted as Glenn’s cigar like fingers probed her. She then yelped audibly as he inserted the plug firmly between her buttocks. He took some time to adjust the plug and fluff up the tail to his satisfaction. He then pulled her to her feet for inspection.
Morgan was unwilling to lift her head. She could feel the many eyes on her. Her face was hot and she was angry. Her mind was racing. She could put a stop to this right now. This was beyond what she’d signed up for with this ridiculous little game. Charity, my ass. This was humiliating and she had a strong suspicion that Derek had set her up to teach her a little lesson. Any other dominant wouldn’t put up with this, she thought, when she realized that Ben had bent down on his knees in front of her and was fastening something to her ankles.
A pair of leather cuffs had been wrapped around her ankles and were attached by mere inches of leather. She had been hobbled.
Glenn tugged at her leash and propelled her forward. She could barely walk with her high heeled boots, now she had to take tiny Geisha like steps as they moved through the crowds. Morgan kept her head lowered, painfully aware of the plug in her ass and the bunny tail that bobbed behind her, tickling her bare buttocks. She heard whispers and snickers as she nearly tiptoed past people who seemed to move in slow motion. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes. She watched the floor beneath her feet and saw that they were moving into another room. She lifted her eyes as they into what was known as the “Cave.”
The Cave was the largest playroom in the Cirque d’Noir warehouse. It was for private use and reserved for Derek’s more elite friends. Morgan had never played in here herself, but had often stood outside the room, watching through the large window opening with dozens of other eager spectators. Only the best played in the Cave.
Ben was already setting up the station, pulling various leather implements from the bags at his feet. A whipping post dripping with chains stood in the middle of the room and Glenn led her straight to it. She stared up at the padded post and spoke without thinking.
“I’m not a masochist.”
Glenn’s hand shot out and slapped her on the cheek.
“Could have fooled me,” he smiled. He drew the highest chain from the post and snapped it to a dee ring on Morgan’s collar. He then pulled down chains with cuffs attached and pulled Morgan closer. His face was close to hers as he slid the cuffs around her wrists. He hoisted them above her head and hooked them to the post with a double end snap. Grabbing her chin in his hand, he kissed her roughly on the mouth. Morgan’s lips tingled.
She had to crane her neck around to see what Ben was removed from the bag. Lined up on a bench were several whips and paddles. Morgan could feel beads of sweat at her hairline. A crowd was pressing against the window, anonymous faces filling the space. Morgan heard a male voice shout out, “make her ass good and red, Will! Make her bleed!” The corner of Glenn’s mouth twisted into a smirk, but he didn’t reply.
Morgan’s mouth had gone dry. She could feel a cold panic spreading across her brain. Of all the times she’d tried out new toys on bottoms, she’d never really tried them out on herself. She took the word of vendors who told her “this is a vicious little toy” or “this one has some real bite.” She had prided herself on being a cruel and ruthless mistress. Now faced with having her own hide tanned by someone she didn’t know, her eyes began to tear. This was so unfair. How could she call this thing off without making a fool of herself in front of everyone?
Derek’s voice floated up from behind her. “You finding everything to your liking, Master Will?”
Glenn was slipping his hand into a fingerless leather glove. He glanced up and smiled. “Everything is fine, Derek. Everything is good.”
Derek raised his voice as he addressed Morgan. “How about you, Morgan? Are you enjoying yourself?”
Morgan had to catch her breath before she could speak. “Fuck you, Derek!” She could hear the terror in her voice and hoped no else did.
There was a burst of laughter from the crowd behind her. Even Glenn chuckled. Morgan propped her forehead against the leather padding of the post. She felt several tears slide down her face.
Close by she heard the whistling crack of a whip. Her body went rigid. She slid her eyes in the direction of the sound and saw Glenn trying out a shiny, black signal whip. He placed it on the bench next to his other weapons. She watched as he perused the arsenal of leather laid out before him and chose a heavy cowhide flogger. He hefted it in his hands for a moment and then walked up to the post. Morgan quickly focused her attention on the leather padding again.
Glenn slid the flogger around her neck and pulled her backward. He moved close to her. She could feel his beard on her neck. He whispered softly in her ear.
“What are you so worried about?” His breath lifted the hairs at the nape of her neck. “You think I’m some kind of sadist?”
Morgan strangled back a laugh. It sounded more like a sob. Glenn pulled the flogger away and ran a hand down her back. Morgan’s leather corset, a custom order from a California seamstress, was wide open in the back. The seamstress had told her it would push her ample bosom up and out, making her irresistible. Morgan wished it had been reinforced with chainmail, making it both shark proof and flogger proof. She shuddered as she felt the cold leather of the flogger being pressed against her skin as Glenn caressed her naked back with the whip.
He took several steps back and laid the flogger’s flails along her flesh. The first strike startled her but didn’t hurt. She felt a slight sting where the tips of the flails struck. The second strike hit the opposite side of her back. Each flail seemed to touch the flesh individually. She felt her skin warming, the bite of the leather becoming more intense. But there was no pain, no life-threatening agony that she had anticipated. In fact, it felt good. It felt wonderful.
Glenn smacked her ass with the flogger and that made her yelp. The flesh was more sensitive there. He hit the other cheek and she cried out again. Morgan was angry with herself. Mustn’t let them see it hurts, mustn’t show them weakness, she thought. Her ass was burning and just when she thought she couldn’t handle another blow, the flogger moved upwards again to her quickly reddening back.
The heat rippled down her body and Morgan’s breathe quickened with each strike. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth and gripped the chains attached to the cuffs with her fingers. She could feel her clit swelling and tightening.
The beating stopped and Glenn ran his hand along her back. The sensation thrilled her. He dropped the flogger to the floor and enveloped her with his huge arms. Cupping her breasts in his hands he hugged her to him. She could feel the buttons of his colorful shirt digging into her sore back.
“Good girl,” he said in an approving voice. “That’s my baby girl.”
Morgan sighed. Her pussy was moist.
Ben handed Glenn another tool. Morgan could see it out of the corner of her eyes. She kept her forehead pressed against the thick padding of the whipping post. It felt safe to her. The weapon she saw pass into Glenn’s hand was something she’d never handled. In the back of her mind the word “Tomcat” drifted up from a well of information she’d stored over the years. “Oh, lord,” she whispered beneath her breath.
The Tom was a wicked collection of braided leather flails ending in nasty looking pointed edges. Morgan began to visibly tremble at the sight of the thing. Now is the time to end this charade, she thought.
Glenn lifted the Tom and the tips licked at her back, a very different sensation from the flogger. It had a mean bite. Her eyes watered and she clung to the chains, the metal biting into her palms. Glenn flicked the whip up and down her back, never striking the same place twice. Her skin felt raw and vibrant. As the Tom moved over her buttocks, an involuntary squeal escaped Morgan’s lips. She heard a loud guffaw from the audience at the window. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. It was over quickly and she sighed as she felt Glenn’s hand stroking the wounded flesh.
He was behind her, his mouth near her ear. “Good girl,” he whispered. “That’s my girl. You look so beautiful like that, all tense and shaking.”
Morgan whimpered. Her clit felt like there was a tiny noose strangling it. She wanted him to run his lips along her back, kiss the soreness away. She felt his lips on her shoulder, too swift and brief. He cupped one buttock and gave it a squeeze and moved away.
From behind her someone shouted, “nice color!” Morgan spat back, “fuck you.” She leaned against the post and breathed deeply through her nose. Her back felt as if it was on fire.
She became aware of a sharp whipping sound, like something cutting into the wind. She glanced to her left and saw Glenn brandishing a bamboo cane, sharply slicing the air with it. The sound was alarming.
Glenn stepped to the post. He caught Morgan’s eye and smiled. She moaned and closed her eyes. She felt his hand on her shoulder and heard him whisper, “Stick your ass out, baby girl.”
Morgan had forgotten about the hobbles. She nearly fell backwards as she tried to back away from the post. She got her hips out and bent forward, leaning against the post. Her ass felt horribly vulnerable.
Glenn placed his hand on her back. The heat from his palm intensified the burning sensation she felt on her flesh. He began to gently tap the cane along her buttocks and led the cane down to her thighs. Morgan drew in a sharp breath. The bite of the cane wasn’t sharp, but her skin was raw. When the cane struck her thighs she hissed. The flesh was like warm clay there. She could feel the cane leave its imprint. The whipping continued, growing in intensity and speed. Morgan moaned audibly. The stinging sensation quickly became unbearable. In spite of the hobbles, she found herself dancing in place, unable to avoid the cane’s assault.
Glenn ceased the caning and slapped her butt cheeks with his gloved hand. Morgan wailed, “Ow!” and several spectators laughed. Even Glenn laughed: a deep, dark chuckle. He stroked her hair with his free hand. Morgan found the gesture unbearably tender.
Glenn picked up his next weapon and Morgan felt her knees buckle. The signal whip dangled from his meaty hand like a sleeping snake. Morgan had never used a single tail whip let alone felt one. She’d watched many a scene at Cirque d’Noir where some poor unfortunate submissive’s back was laid open by what could only be described as a flexible leather knife. The worst she’d seen was an older female dominant slice into a young male, a spray of blood painting the walls and audience alike. She wrapped the chains around her fingers and buried her face against the leather padding.
Glenn cracked the whip in the air close to Morgan’s head. She could feel her hair fly with the percussion. The sound of the whip breaking the sound barrier was deafening. Her ears rung. Tears threatened again and her face felt steamy.
The first lash bit into her shoulder. Morgan gasped. It was a quick sting that left a trail of heat on her flesh. He flicked the whip along her back and Morgan cried out louder. The pain wasn’t as terrible as she had anticipated, but her fear had grown to a sizable lump in her throat. She was aware that her knees were shaking and she held onto the chains for support. Glenn traced her back up and down on both sides of her spine. The whip sometimes fell with the sharpness of a blade and other times a biting kiss on her skin. Each time it fell, Morgan shuddered and cried out.
Glenn moved the trail of the whip down to her buttocks. Now Morgan jumped as it snapped against her raw butt cheeks. She’d forgotten all about her delicate dignity and was squealing like a frightened pig. There were excited shouts and caterwauls from the audience behind her, but she hardly heard them. She writhed with each fall of the whip, nearly falling as her ankles twisted against the leather hobbles. Glenn caught her with one arm under her ribcage. Her breath was coming in short gasps.
He pulled her close to his chest and ran his hand along her ass. Her flesh ached against the warmth of his palm, but she felt secure in his grasp. He pressed his mouth against her ear.
“You can take a little more for me, baby girl. Can’t you? Just a little more?”
Morgan swallowed hard and nodded. Her clit burned and her pussy was dripping wet. She struggled to regain her footing and he helped ease her onto the post. His lips pressed against her cheek, wet with tears and she moaned, leaning into his kiss.
He stepped back and lashed at her buttocks again and again. Morgan yelped with each bite of the whip. Her eyes were clenched shut and sweat dripped down her neck, gathering in her cleavage. She was determined to tolerate the whip until he was through. She wanted him to touch her again, lay his hands on her, caress her neck with his mouth.
A fierce fire ravaged her flesh as the whipping ended. Glenn tossed the single tail aside and grabbed both her buttocks, gathering up the cheeks, gripping them tight. Morgan threw her head back and howled. The pain was exquisite. He slid his hands around her belly and grabbed her breasts from behind. He wrenched them, his mouth pressing against her shoulder. She felt his teeth gently dig into her flesh. She pushed her sore ass up against his groin. His erection felt like a brick.
There was a smattering of applause from the audience as Glenn and Ben unchained her and drew her away from the post. Morgan thought she sensed an air of disappointment from some of the witnesses to her first and only scene as a bottom. Her hands ached and she opened them. She could see the outline of the chains on her palms where she had held them so fiercely. Ben removed her hobbles and Glenn pulled her towards him. He sat down, hauling her onto his lap. The butt plug dug into her but she ignored it, leaning against his wide chest. His mouth encircled the flesh of her cheek. She could feel his teeth gently indent her skin.
“What a good girl,” he purred. He patted her wet twat and held her close. Moaning, Morgan turned her face to him and found his mouth. He forced his tongue past her lips and she thought his saliva was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted.
The remainder of the night she spent in Glenn’s lap. At one point he turned her over his knee and removed the plug, massaging her rectum with his thumb. He left her dangling over his knees, stroking her buttocks like he would a pet dog. Morgan simply lay there, limp. Her bruised buttocks burned. She actually felt content and for the first time that night, completely safe.
The warehouse was growing quiet and Glenn patted her ass.
She struggled to her feet. He removed her cuffs one at a time, placing them on the table. Ben whisked them away, storing them in one of the leather bags.
When he was done he took her face in his massive hands and kissed her on the mouth. Morgan kept her eyes open. She felt a little dazed.
“I know I enjoyed this,” he said, running his thumb over her lower lip. “Thank you for a lovely night.”
He released her face and turned away. Ben hefted two of the bags and Glenn hoisted the other over his shoulder. He chucked Morgan under her chin and winked as the two men walked past her.
Morgan stood for a moment unsure of what to do. Her hand fled to her face, stroking her mouth and chin. She ran her hand down her throat where it fell on the locked collar Glenn had placed on her neck earlier.
“Wait!” She called after him. She ran through the crowd, looking for the back of the colorful Hawaiian shirt as it receded through the throngs of men and women dressed in black. Glenn was nearly at the door when he turned, an inquisitive look on his face. “Master Will?”
He smiled. “You can call me Will.”
She stared into his eyes. They were azure crystals in the dim lights of the doorway.
“Oh, okay – Will,” she fingered the leather strap around her neck. “You forgot this.”
He nodded, “you want me to remove it?”
Morgan laughed nervously. “Well, you do have the key.”
Glenn nodded again and set his bag on the floor. “Do you want me to take those off too?” He motioned to her breasts.
Morgan glanced down. She’d forgotten about the nipple clamps. The moment her eyes fell on them they seemed to grip her nipples even tighter.
“Oh, shit,” she laughed and immediately regretted swearing in front of him. His eyes glittered and a small smile played at his lips. “Uh, yeah. I guess I should take them off.” She moved to remove the clamps.
Glenn grabbed her hands. “You’d better let me do that.”
Obediently, Morgan allowed her arms to fall at her sides. Glenn placed one hand under her breast and removed the first clamp. As the blood rushed back into the tissue, Morgan felt a wave of agony travel from her nipple up into her jaw and down to her groin. Her knees gave out and she gasped. Glenn caught her in his arms. He palmed her breast and began to massage the nipple.
“You okay?” He turned her around so her back was pressed against his body. His arms surrounded her. A delicious warmth filled her cunt and her clit screamed for relief. Morgan nodded, moaning. She was panting.
“You ready for me to remove the other one?”
She signed and shook her head no. She heard him laugh. He pulled her close and said, “take a deep breath, baby.”
Morgan inhaled. When her nipple was released the pain was incredible. She fell back against him and heard herself cry out, “ohmigod!” Glenn gripped her breast and rubbed the nipple between his thumb and fingers. He kissed the back of her neck, his beard scrubbing her skin.
“That’s my girl,” She threw her head back and allowed the waves of sensation to wash over her. He found her mouth and pulled her close. She was gripping his hands, pulling them tighter around her, pressing them against her throbbing nipples.
Glenn slid his lips down her throat, catching her chin between his teeth. He pressed his face against hers and whispered, “do you still want me to take off the collar?”
Morgan clung to the big man’s arms and breathed back, “please – don’t.”
Steve and I have been veteran swingers for some time now. In addition, we live a 24/7 d/s lifestyle and I am 100% submissive to him. Through the years we have met a lot of couples, single males and females and have always enjoyed our experiences. Recently we attended a few parties and met Josh and Samantha but did not have the pleasure of playing with the couple. Over the months we have spoken frequently and hung out together at bars and clubs. I would describe this couple as extremely shy that kept to themselves at parties. After speaking with Samantha on several occasions via chat sessions she expressed the desired to be with a woman and to be dominated. After several chat sessions and speaking with Master, we decided that I would dominate her and fulfill her fantasies and in hopes to bring the couple out of their shell.
After weeks of planning between the four of us, the time has finally come to take control over Samantha and pleasuring Master and Josh…On a cold winter January night, the couple came to our home at approximately 7pm. Josh was quiet and shy and Sam looked nervous but excited. Upon entering our home and greeting them Master and I took the couple to our basement and the night began….
As Sam entered the basement, I immediately took control over her mind, body and soul. She was given instruction on obedience and discipline for disobeying. She agreed…. “Your first task will be to take off all your clothes, fold them neatly and place on the table, you have 45 seconds to return to me and kneel completely naked” Sam agreed… as she performed her first instructions, Master and Josh stood there quietly watching and taking in the whole scene and Sam returned with seconds to spare. She looked beautiful standing before me helpless with her beautiful brown eyes and naked flesh. “You will not speak unless spoken to and you will not make eye contact with any of us. In addition, you will remain in position with your head bowed down, waiting for your next instruction” Sam agreed with “yes maam” Sam sat there for some time while my Master called me over on my knees to take care of him. I took his cock in my mouth slowly swallowing every inch until I swallowed his cum. Afterward, I was released to go back to Sam. Josh continued to remain shy and quiet standing there just watching with a hard cock.
“Sam you will now go stand over in the corner with your nose to the wall and your hands on your head and remain naked, so we can all look at the tramp who will be pleasing us all shortly” “yes maam” As we all stared at Sam, I went and got us some drinks and snacks and we just sat back watching her beautiful naked body. “You may turn around now” as she turned she looked at Josh with excitement and nervousness. “Ah the little tramp doesn’t know how to listen. Sam come here now. She walked over kneeled before me with her head bowed down. Why did you not obey the orders given by me?” “I am sorry, I forgot maam” “Disobedience leads to punishment and since you need a reminder of the rules you will be punished now” I lead Sam by a collar and leash to the couch where I sat and placed her over my knee and smacked her bare bottom with my hand.
SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…. 15 minutes later, she was weeping, teary-eyed and her bottom was red…. She kneeled before me saying “sorry maam it won’t happen again” In addition to her spankings she was placed in the corner with nipple clamps in place, butt plug in place and vibrator in her cunt. “You will not cum or you will regret the pleasure” we all sat watching the torture, excitement and the desire she had to release but was denied. She was soaked with her pussy juices, dripping down her leg, begging for an orgasm. Josh continued to sit quietly with a hard cock.
I eventually released her from the vaginal plug but kept the nipple clamps and butt plug in place a reminder of who she was. Sam was then bounded and gagged in a chair as she watched the three of us play… I was now the whore for Master and Josh. Master instructed me on blowing the 2 together, swallowing 2 cocks at one time. I kneeled on my knees for what seemed like hours slowly taking both cocks in my mouth, swallowing every inch. I licked their balls, dicks and asses with my hands tied behind my back while Samantha watched. Her pussy was dripping more by the minute watching the three of us play. She sat there helpless with her legs spread wide apart, sitting on the butt plug, nipple clamps pulling with her every movement and her mouth gagged. Her beautiful pussy looked moist from where I was kneeling and I couldn’t wait to eat her pussy. As I continued to kneel sucking both cocks both finally released themselves in my mouth and I was instructed to share with the Samantha. I walked over removed her gag and she turned her head away from the mouth, SMACK in the face, she turned back and accepted both men’s cum by kissing me. I slid my tongue down her throat and kissed her for a long time, she struggled and with each struggle, I smacked her breast and she yelped. The men stood there watching…..
My plan was too tease her till she couldn’t take anymore and orgasm without permission. I loved seeing a woman be spanked for disobedience, plus it was so much fun watching her suffer from being denied release from all the pleasure she was receiving. I walked over to her now gagged mouth and kneeled down and licked her pussy, stopping each time she got close to orgasm, she cried with such pleasure. After some time, I untied Sam and placed her hands behind her back and cuffed them. She looked so helpless but beautiful kneeling before me and it was so hot seeing her in pain from the nipple clamps. I walked her over to the couch by her collar and leash, sat down and took her over my knee. I spanked her on her already red bare bottom forever and Master and Josh assisted when I became tired. In addition, during this time of her spanking, her pussy was licked and her clit was sucked while the butt plug was being spanked further into her ass. She yelped, cried, begged for an orgasm but again I denied that, at least till I get my pleasure.
I had Sam kneel on the floor before us as we all sat on the couch and took turns with her mouth. I was sitting in the middle with Josh and Master on both sides of me. I had the pleasure of having her mouth first. I bent down grabbed her beautiful brown hair from behind and forced her face to my wet juicy pussy. I told her to lick my pussy from top to the bottom of my ass slowly and she complied. She was so hot with her face to my pussy as this was her first time eating a woman. She licked gently for some time, sucking my clit, licking from top to bottom, sticking her tongue in my pussy and ass. I released her and she sucked Master’s dick first, I pushed her head down his cock with each stroke of her mouth, forcing her mouth further down each time. She sucked his cock all the way down, gagging her. “If you gag again you will be spank, understood?” “Yes maam” She sucked both men’s cocks without gagging until they both came again. I brought her back to a kneeling position in front of me. I stroked her face, breast and pussy gently and instructed her that she will eat my pussy till I tell her to stop. “You will lick and suck me until I tell you otherwise and you know how I like my pussy eaten. If you make any mistakes, stop or move your face from my pussy you will be disciplined and you will not like it. In addition, you will be denied orgasm tonight and we will continue to use you like the slut you are. The guys may do as they please to you and you will not orgasm without permission. Is that understood?” “Yes maam” I grabbed her by her hair with her hands cuffed behind her back and forced her down to my wet pussy. She licked, sucked every inch of my pussy and ass until I came and squirted all over her face. Although she never experienced a woman squirting she continued to comply with my orders of eating my pussy. Master and Josh fucked her hard banging her face to my pussy, fucking her ass hard so that her face banged my pussy. She was forced to do it over and over again. Master and Josh eventually used my face as a toy for their cocks. After about an hour or so I lifted her by her hair out of my pussy and the men cam all over her face. Her face was covered with the juices from my pussy and the men’s cum and she spent the next five minutes using her tongue and fingers to clean herself off while kneeling in front of us. She looked beautiful and helpless but so hot as a whore she was in our eyes.
I sent her back to the corner so that we can take a break before we use her again. She stood beautifully in the corner waiting for her turn for pleasure. The three of us stood around, talked, joked about using her as a whore and had a few drinks. She was a beautiful but obedient whore one that I was proud of. It was now almost 10pm and was time for the next scene……
I took her by leash and collar and lead her to the bed where I cuffed her hands to the wall and her legs spread wide open to the bed. She laid there naked, helpless and dying for pleasure. “Again whore you will not have an orgasm without permission. Is that understood?” “Yes Maam” I teased her for a while, sucking on her sore nipples that were larger now after the clamps and bruised. I licked her juicy pussy that tasted so sweet that left me wanting more. Master and Josh stood watching with hard cocks. I enjoyed using and teasing her, fucking her with the butt plug, vibrating dildo and licking her pussy, she cried out begging “please may I cum now, Please!!!” “No, you may not, whores are not allowed to cum” I then sat on her face, having her lick and suck my pussy and ass as I ate her pussy. She performed oral sex with such skill and pleasured me so much I squirted all over her face and breast. I licked my cum off her face and breast, which instantly made the guys cum. Now her turn for pleasure……and sexual torture…..
Sam continued to lie there helplessly and wanting release so badly…I licked her pussy over and over again making her beg for an orgasm before allowing her to cum. She screamed so loud after the first orgasm begging for me. Master, Josh and I took turns licking her pussy and ass, using her face as a toy and allowing her to cum over and over, hearing her scream with each orgasm. I put my strap on and fucked her hard in the pussy and ass as the guys fucked her face over and over, gagging her, slapping her face for non-performance while blowing them. She cried, screamed, begged us too stop but we continued to use her like a whore. She begged for so long for an orgasm we were going to give it to her good. We took turns fucking her pussy and ass individually and fucking them both at the same time while I sat on her face and she licked my pussy, again making me squirt all over her face. After hours of fucking this whore her night was finally coming to an end. We released her hands and legs and instructed her to get dressed. “you have 30 seconds to get dressed and kneeling in front of me” “Yes Maam” Unfortunately for Sam she was late by 15 seconds before she kneeled in front of me. I forced her pants and panties down to her ankles and placed her over my knee and spanked her over and over….