Sunday, 31 October 2010

A Good Girl

When Master takes me out to be the entertainment of His friends, and gets intense pleasure in watching His whore being used at random, and also - to tell the truth - to my own pleasure of being humiliated and degraded, the celebration starts on the way to the party as He also enjoys humiliating me publicly outdoors. Dressed up as a true prostitute and wearing excessive makeup I draw the attention and often remarks of many passer-by. From that starting point, Master loves to push the envelope and stretch my limits.

Last weekend I was promised to three men, or more precisely traded as I learnt incidentally later on. We had to drive to their place as our home is situated in a far-off suburb. To please Master, my outfit was - as usual - making my body hard to ignore. I was excited too because I enjoy decorating myself. That evening I had squeezed my shapely (but sizeable!) bottom into a white transparent tight mini dress, leaving my body flaunted: “Plenty of cleavage in the front and round on the bottom”. That dress was short enough to display appropriately my legs in stockings and high heels, well in fact purposely a tad too short as Master wanted it because when seated one could see the top of my tan stockings and the suspender clips which I hate because it is too much. Master loves that and I admit I am in turn pleased to expose my sexy legs and thighs wearing revealing attire if I would prefer to hide the ‘technical’ part of the stockings. It would be more classy but certainly less slutty and I know I have no choice as I must be a walking cock teaser. I am all the same proud of my legs, as some of you already know… The distinctive feature of the day was the towering high heels Master offered me last week: Louboutin Slingback Peep Toe Pump, a gem. The pleasure of having them on helped me to take that I was wearing nothing under my dress but my gorgeous vintage peach satin deep suspender belt (Harlow, for the connoisseur) as Master had decided I would go without panties. Higher, my black hair was slicked back so that nothing was hiding my nipples pointing out as I was wearing a sheer half bra letting my globes clearly visible through the revealing light fabric of the dress. I knew I was looking smoking hot.

I sat in the car, my dress lifted to the waist, arranged so that my bare ass was touching the seat. That rule is clear, I must always sit that way when I am in “service mode”, will it be on a chair, a sofa or a car seat. As a result, my thighs, stocking tops and suspenders were on full sight up to the crotch and my pussy was not far from sight. I was also advised to keep my legs apart so to leave little doubt on the kind of floozy I was. Each stop at traffic lights or else was bringing men looking with lust at me through the window or the windscreen. I was keeping my eyes cast down to escape the looks while I was only getting what could be expected.

I also knew that at one point “it” would come and “it” did, as most often: opening the electric passenger window, Master ordered me to masturbate unashamedly. Needless to say the few last stops were hot. Even if public humiliation turns me on, fingering openly my cunt in the car is really the limit and I was longing for that trip to finish. I had a peek at Master, He was looking happy. As my purpose is to satisfy Him it convinced me that I was happy as well.

What is “service mode”, you may wonder? Simple. As I wrote in earlier entries, I am in love with a Man who became my Master by uncovering my deepest longings to the height of submission. I serve, obey and please Him as He desires, I am His property. As for all the males I happened to have belonged to, but much more in His case, He has a ceaseless appetite for sex. In our ordinary lifestyle, I follow the basic rules and try my best to be His slutty inventive bitch, perhaps no more all in all than the ordinary perverted whore many girls happen to be under their chic cover-up. At times, when Master feels like it or when He shares me to be the fuck toy of His friends for His own greatest pleasure, He orders me to shift to the “service mode” which He may also call the “slave mode”. To understand how I must behave in “service mode” was the purpose of many “training sessions”, but I had, He said, an innate grasp and got it right in a few months without too many punishments. In that mode, I must be totally submissive, 100 percent under His direction and control, silent (a “slave” never speaks unless spoken to), and I must observe a number of strict rules, called “protocols”, not usually used in our ordinary lifestyle, which have been taught to me during my assiduous and diligent training.

Coming back to our trip, He dropped me in the street where the building we were making for was situated and told me to wait for Him standing at a corner while He was parking. As expected, thanks to being dressed up (or undressed?) as a prostitute, men at large were sure to speak to a streetwalker and some asked for the price of my service. Others honked and whistled when driving by as it was not usual to meet escorts in that area. In reality they were not that wrong in taking me for a prostie, I was thinking, as Master was again brokering the sexual favours of His slut and taking pleasure in arranging for me to service whoever will be there. He was my pimp and I was in turn His wanton obedient sextoy.

I know one day will come He will leave me in the street and make me act as a real prostitute, ordering me to accept and be fucked by any passerby who wants and pays for it, provided He finds the way to watch me servicing the client (happily He doesn’t appear to have the solution yet). That evening was not the time, we had better to do as three cocks were waiting upstairs for my holes.

The lift took us to the upper floor, we entered the penthouse and found them waiting for us in the sitting room, glass in hands. In fact there were three persons I had not met before, but only two penis, as the third person was a woman. A real woman, not a girl, I mean not a cunt like me who is used solely for recreational sex. I was scared at first sight when I saw how she looked down at me. Master ordered me to “stay”, took a drink and sat with them making small talk. I waited obediently in front of them, standing as I have been taught, legs apart, breasts pushed out, hands locked in my back, head up and eyes down. And silent.

After a time Master turned to me and asked: “Are you ready, slut?” I responded “Your slut is always ready and would be happy to satisfy You any way You wish, Sir.” One of the guys told Master “We’ll see if your slave is correctly trained and if we agree her in our community.” Turning to me, he added: “Insubordinate behaviour will not be tolerated.” I had no intention to rebelling…

“Turn around and bend over, slut”, He ordered. I did, knowing the dress would expose my ass and pussy to all. I thought briefly that at this stage, before touching me, they will not notice some wetness from the control taken over me. The woman remained seated as well as Master, and the two men walked at me. I was in the middle of the sitting room turning my back and did not see them coming. They ordered me to strip off, keeping only my shoes and stockings on, then to bent over again, when they started a throughout and quite painful inspection, grabbing and slapping my asscheeks, fingering my pussy and my asshole (oh! Why nobody asked them to cut their nails short?), parting my labia and pulling the lips, stretching my vagina, ill-treating my so sensitive clit, grabbing hold of my boobs and pinching my nipples hard. They were taking possession of my body, but from the way they were voicing their pleasure I knew they were happy to make it painful.

After endless minutes, I was ordered to go by the sofa where the woman was sitting. There was some equipment on the coffee table that I did not notice earlier. One of the guys took leather wristcuffs and attached my hands behind my back. The other one clamped my tits with metal pinchers. “Not very painful”, he said, “unless pulled…” and he attached a connecting chain with weights pulling down. “Ouch, Sir! That really hurts!” I said. I should have remained silent… “Wait, slut!” Again, I was told to bend and a large buttplug was inserted into my anus. I thought “Ouch” again, but remained silent… and bent over to have my ass spanked, as I heard: “For your remark, a brief punishment! Laura, to you!”

Laura, the woman, got up, stood there for some minutes watching before retrieving a flogger on the table, a whip with tightly braid falls. She walked around me and I felt suddenly the sting of the flogger against my ass. Several more strikes hit my ass harder each time. I was biting my lips and trying not to wriggle. She then walked around to be in front of me and started to flog my tits. As the first one came down on a nipple, I inhaled quickly as the lash hit and tried to move my hands but the handcuffs were closely adjusted. I thought “Please finish it over soon” but I knew I had to accept the punishment. The woman continued to lash out on my breasts, causing the clamps and weights to sway from side to side. They pulled and tugged lightly at first but the lashes were coming faster and harder the clamps and weights sway, twisting the nipples. My groans were getting louder, and my tits were starting to turn red from the beating. The woman stopped the lashing for a few moments and my breathing returned to normal, then it started right back up again on my ass and stopped for good after I counted twenty. I had tears in my eyes from the pain but I was moist and horny.

Laura returned to the sofa but before sitting she removed her panties and lifted her skirt to the waist. She was wearing elegant sheer mesh hold-up stockings, with flower motif lace-top and back seams. She spread her legs open and said “Come on, pet, kneel before me.” Her pussy was hairy, completely unshaven. One of the Doms released me from my handcuffs and my nipple clamps. While I kneeled, the two men started stripping and I saw briefly Master in His armchair, dressed up but fly open and masturbating very slowly. I was missing His impressive rod but had to do with these strangers. While I was licking and kissing my way up along Laura’s thighs to her pussy, tasting the wetness that was escaping as I was running closer, she placed her hands on my ass to hold me while I reached the pussy before me. My tongue found easily its way through the fur and parted the lips to taste the juices being held in. I slid the tongue along the slit in the middle, the one side then the other. Searching, I found a hard nub, the clit begging for attention, I circled it slowly, and I moved my head further so to bite the clit and hold while my tongue continued to tease it. I buried my face into the woman’s pussy, and I felt the juices running over my face, down my chin.

Times ago I had some sex experiences with girls, but it was the first time since Master owns me that I had to please a female. Not difficult, as I knew of course what to do and I could hear from her screams I was doing well. While I was quite busy with her vagina, one of the men came in my back, removed the butt plug from my ass and put his hard cock at my butthole. Laura, who still had her hands on my buttocks, spread the cheeks. The man teased my cunt and my butthole with the tip of his cock, and then slid the large and hard shaft slowly all the way into my ass. I gasped as it finished its entrance into my hole, I thought “He is going to fuck me hard, I did well in taking an enema this morning and make sure I am clean for Master’s friends, who like a dirty girl but not a shitty one.” As expected, the man grabbed my hips and started ramming into my asscunt as hard as he could and I suddenly heard “Hell yeah, take my cum up your slut whore ass” when Laura was screaming too. He was cumming in my ass just when the woman had an orgasm. They got me so wet, it was just dripping out of my pussy.

The other man could not wait anymore. He grabbed my hair, pulled me firmly and got me on my knees in front of him. I took his rod into my mouth like a piece of candy. While savouring the texture and flavour of his cock, I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs. Yes after all I love when Master throw me at men to pleasure them. He reached down and took my nipples in between his fingers and started to roll them. I felt his cock was growing even more over the next several minutes as I sucked and licked it. Then I felt as if it was going to explode in my mouth and it did. I twirled my tongue around the tip, then started to swallow the cum in my mouth but not releasing the cock until it was completely finished. I swallowed the whole load, obediently, milking the awesome penis to the last drop, while I could feel the cum of the first man oozing out from my ass, leaving a small puddle underneath me.

Master rose and come to me saying “Since you did such a good job today I am going to let you have my cum inside of you.” My body shuddered and I nearly orgasmed before He touched me. I did not want gentle, I wanted rough, animalistic, primal fucking. Master pushed me into the seat of the sofa, at Laura’s side, slamming his body against mine, and slipped his cock deep into my cunt and before I had a chance to exhale, He was pumping hard and deep. I was immediately consumed with lust and the sensation of his shaft rubbing in and out of my already sensitive hole caused me to whimper, to moan, to beg for more. Each thrust was harder than the last and deeper. I told Him I wanted to come “May I, please, Sir”. He said “Yes you may cum” and while I whispered “Thank You Sir!” my gasping became sharper, my moaning higher pitched. Suddenly I screamed, and His erection swelled harder than ever. My orgasm peaked His own, and as promised He ejaculated in me. My cunt was all creamy, I was in Heaven, if he had said anything I would have spasmed once again.

Master’s cum must never go to waste, so while cleaning His cock with my mouth I squeezed every last drop. Then I got up, spread my legs open, put a hand on my pussy to collect His juice leaking out of my vagina, and swallowed respectfully.


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