you are just a slut…

“you are just a slut. you are here to amuse Us. Entertain Us. We want to see you cum..”

The wand was pressed firmly to my clit, well just above it, in that sweet spot so my orgasm could build. my hands were cuffed behind my back as i lay on the floor with my legs spread, held apart by 2 men. One of them is my Sir, the other is Mr M, both strong against little me.

“you will fuck who ever We tell you to, doesn’t matter what they look like, could be old, could be fat, it doesn’t matter to you, you just want cock, and lots of it”

These words were like gold to me, the hands around my throat making it just that little bit harder to cum. The air getting squeezed out of my body, but then released just before it went dark.

i was trembling with anticipation and fear, my juices were literally flowing out of me like a river. i can’t help it, that feeling of being small and helpless, against men is a desire like no other. To be able to get away is never an option.

Unfortunately the fear held my cum back, making it build higher and higher.

“If you don’t cum soon, We will find other ways to use you for Our entertainment, We will beat the shit out of you, you thought We had hit you hard already… We have barely touched you!”

i’m not sorry that the thought of being punched and kicked by these 2 is a massive turn on. i wanted to please them by cumming, but also a part of me is going, no wait, lets hold off and get beaten. Truth is i would much rather be beaten for fun, than a punishment. i rarely get punishments, as i am so eager to please.

“We want to hear those cute little puppy barks when you cum”

my eyes were closing, i kept opening them to remind me of exactly where i was and who was there looking down on me. This was not a time for my head to go off to it’s own fantasy land, i wanted to keep showing it that we are there right now in fantasy land. It is happening. Right here. Right now.

Then it hit me. Cramp in my right leg. Cunt.

 

 

 

 

i’m just a slut.

i was shackled downstairs in the cellar, spread eagled against the wooden wall. This was made into a stress position because of my 7 inch platform stripper heels i was wearing. i was trying so hard not to let the stilettos dig into the mats too much. my body started to tire fast, it felt like i was down there for ages, but it was probably only 10 minutes.

The heat was not helping, neither were my cute long socks, they were white with little black rings round the top, kind of like sports socks. The short denim skirt, which at the best of times didn’t cover much, was hoisted up higher to expose the pretty jewelled plug Sir had inserted earlier. my boobs were almost popping out of the tiny black top, with the help of a push up bra, just to give me an extra slutty look.

my make up was done to slutty perfection, big dark eyes, which made the green in them stand out. Red shiny lips. Hair curled, then put up into a pony tail, as it was a hot day. i was ready to rock. Or so i thought…

i heard the door open at the top of the stairs, the stomping of more than just Sirs feet came down, i knew He was bringing someone, but He likes to keep me in suspense, so i found out when my head was yanked back, and i saw Mr M’s face looking at me. His hand was cruelly in my hair, i smiled as much as my pulled face would let me and said “Nice to see you”.

He kissed me, and they both gave me a few stinging slaps, across the butt and the thighs, and warned me to be good or else… Every time i whimpered they just laughed and said They had not even started yet. As my arms were released i almost fell. my arms, although they were holding me up, had gone pretty dead by this point.

i was led up the stairs by Sir with a choke chain around my neck, every step was feeling harder, my body was getting weaker, Mr M behind me was pinching my legs, Sir was pulling harder, slowly choking me as i was walking up.

Once up, i was stripped, just leaving on the cute socks. Kneeling down at Sirs feet, He forced Himself into my mouth, shoving his hard cock all the way until it met with my throat, which fought back with gagging.

Pushing me away, Mr M took hold of the chain, pulled me in towards him, as he got his cock out of his suit trousers and i began to work on him. Eager to please both of these men, i did my best. Trying to push through the gagging, and work my little lips up and down these cocks. It’s what sluts dream of after all.

There was a sweet point where the choke chain was pulled a little too tight…. When i came round there was still cock in my mouth. Awww. Starting to love this choke chain.

Sir had taken the plug out, and started to finger my ass. i have been a bit out of practice lately with everything, so the fingers were hard to take. Although, the cock in my mouth was a good incentive to continue.

They were both disgusted that i hadn’t even offered Them a drink… Not sure when i had a pause to do that so far, but i offered them each a beer now. They happily took one, and led me outside in to the garden. The sun was out, they each sat down, and

i knelt between Them. At this point i just remember feeling very flinchy and unsure of what might happen, i was quiet, they couldn’t see as my head was down, but i was smiling. There was one point outside, Mr M said “Life doesn’t get much better than this” In my head i was agreeing with him.

They asked me to lay on my back and open my legs, this was surprisingly hard, as my legs didn’t want to stay open. i was a bit scared at this point, the sun beaming into my eyes, i was almost blinded, which made me flinch even more.

Sir summoned me back onto my knees, pulled me in by the choke chain, He gave me a few knocks to my face, and a bit of a fondled on one of my boobs, He gave me a choice “Where do you want to take it slut?” He was referring to punches that were coming, i said “my face please Sir” He didn’t hold back, and gave me a few short sharp knocks to my cheek, causing me to try and back away, but the choke chain made that harder. (Later this turned out to be quite a big lump on my cheek… ooops)

Upstairs i was told to dance for Them, as they both sat on the leather sofas. i had made a small play list of tunes that made me feel slutty. i grinded on their laps, and had to keep telling myself that there are no rules, no lines to stay behind, no ‘no touch’ policy, i could be as filthy as i liked. Each time i got close to their face, teasing Them, They pulled me in by my hair, and kissing me, this is how lap dances should really be.

i did what i could to entertain them, i twerked for them, rolled around the floor, touched myself, opened my legs into a V. i showed them everything i had. Think i only got through 3 songs before things got heated again. (For those who like slutty songs: Slut by Dream Mclean/The Valley by Miguel/Low Life by Future and The Weeknd)

Kneeling on the carpet and facing Mr M, he had my arms in a tight grip to either side of him. Sir had got the wand on me and i was starting to wriggle around to get the right spot, the spot was easier to find, once Sir started fingering my ass. my eyes kept closing, as my orgasm was growing, but Mr M kept saying for me to look at him. i seemed to be in a constant battle with my eyes trying to close, but every time i looked at him, my predicament was turning me on more and more, which led me to one of the most amazing cums. my barks were loud, i was crying out like i hadn’t come for years… even though my last cum was the night before.

Feeling very hot and exhausted, i was allowed a drink from the bowl of water. Only this drink came at a price, my head was pushed down into it, water went up my nose, i panicked fast, trying to beg for Sir to stop, but that only made it worse for me. So instead i struggled in silence, trying to wrestle myself away from the bowl. i think being held down under water is such a turn on, but i am such a wuss. This is on my list as something to get better at, especially as Sir has a swimming pool.

i was ordered to get on the bed, i felt very slow, and like my body was taking ages to react, Mr M must of thought the same too, as he picked me up and threw me onto the bed, impatient, not wanting to wait any longer.

On my back, my legs pulled apart, Mr M started to fuck my pussy, which was completely wet by this point. This was the first time i think he had been in this hole. He was ramming into me so hard, it was difficult to take, i was letting out little squeals. Sir came round and silenced me with His cock for a bit, and then with His hand over my mouth. It was around this point that i realised there was nothing i could do, apart from take what They give me. i could not get away, even if i wanted to. Although i didn’t want to, as i didn’t want to let them down either, i wanted to please Them so much, i would of done anything for Them.

Mr M flipped me over, so i was on top, the songs that were being played were great for fucking, i was grinding on him in time to the music, and it meant i forgot that my legs were hurting by this point. Mr M said “Do you like feeling like you’re in control?” i replied back with “Just because i am on top, doesn’t mean i think i am in control”

Even though i was riding him, i still knew that i could not just up and leave, i was still submitting, no matter what position i was put in.

Sir added to this by starting on my ass again, He was making me feel very full with His fingers, this was hard to take. Very hard. With Mr M’s cock still in my pussy, every now and again Mr M would hold my throat and warn me not to move so that he comes out. At one point he held my throat so hard that i nearly passed out, he released just at that point, saying he wouldn’t let me off that easily. i kept wriggling about so much, but tried my best to keep in the correct place, which was pushing back onto both Mr M’s throbbing cock, and Sirs pulsing fingers. Mr M was annoyed that the pleasure of his cock was not distracting from the pain enough.

Sir said “you can have a rest from these, but as soon as i take them out, want to see you fuck him like a whore. Make it worthwhile that he has driven all this way to see you. If you don’t do a good job, then My whole fist will be going up your ass!”

This was all the encouragement i needed, He gently pulled out, and i started fucking Mr M hard and fast, pushing myself down onto him as far as i could possibly go. Playing with my tits, stroking him, arching myself back to go deep for him.

i think i did a good job, as i was allowed a rest… we sort of.. i was allowed to use the wand, and entertain them. With Sirs fingers in both my fuck holes, Mr M holding me down, or putting his hand over my mouth, or chocking me out it built up to yet another amazing cum, and another, and may be another… i can’t quiet remember. But i do remember being held down, and having the wand forced on me even more. So much so that my body eventually reacted with another cum! That one felt like my body had betrayed me, my poor pussy was so puffy and sensitive by this point, in yet it still had a cum forced out of it.

i think the heat had started to get the better of all of us by this point. i never like to finish without our guests shoot their load either on me or in me. Mr M had me backed up against the wall, i was kneeling with my mouth open, as he came all over my face, in my mouth, and dripped down onto my body.

i haven’t had much time for kink lately, so it was a great way to spend a Sunday Bumday.

“FREE BLOW JOB, JUST ASK”

It was the night before, and i was just about to go to bed when i hear ‘beep beep beep’ my phone was buzzing with messages from Sir, telling me what i needed for our weekend away together:
“You’ll need two pairs of stockings, two dresses – one for dinner and a stripper style one, all your make up, and stuff to create big hair.
New black shoes, black high Pleasers (Stripper Shoes).
I’ll decide what you’ll wear to leave the house, as that is weather dependant. We will aim to leave at midday, 1pm at the latest.”

Finishing off with:
“you’ll do as I say.”

It was this last one that tickled me the most. Of course i wanted to do as he said, but would i actually do it? my work has over taken my kink in the past few months, and i was desperate to get it back on track, mainly because i felt like i had an empty space in my life where kink used to be, and i was missing it like crazy.

The next morning, feeling like an incomplete but excited slut, i set to work on my appearance, making sure i was just right for Him, along with collecting together all the items He requested. We were ready to leave at midday, to His surprise (and mine!) i was actually ready on time, i think i was more excited than we had realised.

We set out to Bournemouth, and chilled out and did some shopping, back at the hotel i started to get myself ready for dinner. After curling my hair, i set to work on my big eyes, just how Sir likes them, nearly finished, Sir calls me in to see how i was doing. Pleased with my progress He invited me on to the bed, playing with my throat, and kissing me i was starting to get horny.

i laid next to Him, calming down into a hug, when He said the magic word that makes me leave this world and go off into a trance like state. i was gone, totally relaxed, and taking in all His words, which was all i could hear. Calm and gentle words were spoken, all other noises drowned out, i became putty in His hands. Putty that He could mould to suit any desire He had.

He went far into my mind and pulled out a box, a box which i had not seen before, but as soon as i saw it i knew what was in there. It’s a strange feeling when someone has hidden something in your mind. In the box was the word, ‘SLUT’. i knew this, but couldn’t remember how i knew.

When He brought me back into the world i was hungry, not for food, but for cock, his cock, all cock, any ones cock.

He had awoken my inner slut, who seemed like she had gone missing for a few months. i wrapped my lips around His hard length and proceeded to get Him deep into my throat, loving every second of making Him even bigger.

Holding me down, on a foreign bed, He fucked me, saying how He was warming me up for our night to come, i was going to get used, not only by Him, but by who ever wanted me, whoever Sir allowed to use me, He was in control. He was taking me to a swingers club, so i could let out the slut in me. my cum was intense, and made even more special as He had held off cumming until i was there.

Flopping out on the bed afterwards, i remembered about the SLUT box in my mind, i explained to Sir that i knew what was in the box when he found it, but it was strange as i had never seen it, how was that so. He explained that He had put the box in there a few years ago, when we had started seeing each other. i was amazed that i didn’t remember it, but also found it quite hot just how much control He has over me. i can’t help it, but at times i am sceptical about hypnosis, i think it keeps me on my toes. But it was hard to be sceptical about this incident, instead i was totally gobsmacked and aroused.

Don’t get me wrong, everything we do i have fantasised about, way before i ever met Sir, i am a slut. A dirty little fuck slut. Sir just happens to bring out the best in me!

We eventually made it out to dinner, a busy Italian place, not too far from the hotel. Dressed in stockings, elegant black dress, and sexy heels, i was proud to be with my Sir. Sir picked out my meal and drinks for the evening. i do like when normal situations have a Ds element.

Back to the hotel afterwards, it was time for a quick change, into my black halter neck dress, and stripper shoes. We were off to the Liberation Swingers and BDSM party. Our first time there, not knowing what to expect, Sir was hoping that He would be able to find some willing men to abuse me.

On our arrival another couple came in behind us, everyone seemed pleasant enough, and we had a tour from the promoter. The club was much nicer and warmer than the other party we had been too previously in Portsmouth. i stood at the bar with Sir, showing my bum off to anyone who walked behind, and saw the slashes in my ‘dress’. Apparently I was getting some attention, this was good for my inner slut, she craves men looking at her, and fantasising about her.

Sir found a notepad on the bar, with a pen, He wrote me a sign, “FREE BLOW JOBS, JUST ASK”
This note stuck to me, after He had put his ice-cold can of coke on my chest. Now i have done similar things like this before at BDSM parties, and had no such luck in finding anyone, so this was a first at a Swingers event. Within 2 mins of having this note on, the guy who was behind us on arrival came over to say hello, and his eyes were immediately drawn to my chest to read the note. His eyes lit up as he read it, and asked if that was true, both Sir and i said yes. The mystery man was eager to get me in a private room to see what my mouth could do.

The guys locked the door, Sir instructed that i did not need clothes for my task, so off came my dress, leaving me exposed in only stockings and heels. i ran my hands through my hair, as mystery man played with my breasts, enjoying the feeling of Sir watching me perform for Him.

i knelt down, and took the cock into my hands, i was lucky, this wasn’t a small cock, it was a large one, just like Sir. i gently placed my lips around him, teasing him at first with delicate strokes, easing him in. i heard him say, “Can she go deep?” With that, i breathed out and pushed my way onto him, feeling the nudge at the back of my throat. i could tell by his groans he was pleased.

As i continued my task, Sir was behind me, fingering my cunt, and saying just how wet i was getting, telling me how much of a slut i was being, these words were gold to me.

Mystery man pulled away not wanting to come too early on in the night, he had only been in the club for about 10 mins before making our way to the room. He pulled me up from my knees, and asked if he could taste me. Sir pushed me down on the bed, held me down by His paw round my neck, whilst mystery mans tongue was my pussy. The light headed feeling was just starting to get too much, when Sir released, perhaps my eyes started to roll, as i certainly didn’t tell Him to stop, i was unable to breathe or speak.

Mystery man was now playing with my boobs, when Sir said the magic words that paralysed me in an instant.

my body went limp, i felt like i was a dead weight. i could hear them, mystery man was concerned for a moment. i could hear Sir explaining that this mode was a hypnotic state that He had conditioned in to me, to make me a fuck doll, lifeless, but still able to hear everything, and only my cunt and ass have feeling, everything else was asleep. They both found this amusing. me, i find it extremely erotic, and one of the biggest turn on’s. It goes into that fantasy of being drugged, used, taken advantage of, and powerless to stop it, but on the plus i could remember everything.

i was sure it was Sir who had his fingers in my cunt, He started to bring me round when mystery man was probing his cock to my lips. As soon as i was back, i was sucking like a good little whore should be. i could feel fingers in me, on my clit, on my boobs, and cock in my mouth, i was getting the desire to cum, the stronger it got the more i needed to bark (another one of Sirs conditioning moves, i have to bark like a puppy to cum), i came good and hard, as soon as i took the cock out of my mouth.

Putting my dress back on, we straightened ourselves up and left the room, he said he would find me later on.

Sir and i had a relaxing time together, He was saying how i was being such a good slut, and making him proud. i was feeling very pleased and horny.

It wasn’t long before mystery man was back for seconds, this time we entered a different room, i stripped and knelt on the bed on all fours. i set to work on him again, (although can you call it work, when you love it so much?), his hands in my hair, being a little more forceful this time.

i had a moments break from blowing him, and took his balls into my mouth, hoping that my groans would vibrate onto them, pleasuring him more and more.

Sir was behind me, fingering me, i was loving it, i was pressing myself back onto His hand as much as possible. Sir was saying how much He could tell i was enjoying it all, i think my juices covering His hand gave him that information.

Mystery man laid on the bed, and i continued to blow him, this time wanking him faster, i knew he wanted to cum, he was getting closer. Feeling his body start to shake, he shot his load into my mouth.

There is nothing sluttier than tasting the spunk of another man, when your Sir has told you to do it.