A Slut's Submission

The following is raw, and if you are not into bondage please move along…

The blindfold covered her eyes, but not her ears. That which she could not see she was able to hear. And the things she heard intrigued her.

After the session in Master’s library, she had cum running down her legs and her ass hurt. Master had blindfolded her with no warning, and she was certain only that she was collared, cuffed, clamped, plugged, and there was a ball gag in her mouth. The leash tugged on her and led her away.

The sound of the library door opening was the last familiar thing she heard. She was pushed to all fours and led like a dog down the cool marble hallway, leaving a trail of wet puddles along the way as cum ran down her thighs and onto the floor. They turned, then turned again, and went onto a carpeted floor. After several more turns, she was completely disoriented. Master said nothing, but she heard other footsteps that sounded much like the couple that had used her moments before.

The leash yanked her upwards and she staggered to her feet. Master caught her arm and steadied her. The sound of a door latch made a thick Clunk and old hinges creaked. Cool, damp air rushed around her naked body and she could smell sweat and mildew and sex. She shivered involuntarily.

Master held her arm. “Careful slut. I am taking you down a flight of stairs. Go slowly.” She tilted her head as he spoke, trying to determine which way was up or down. A voice behind her spoke.

“Look! She titls her head like a puppy! Good puppy!” The woman stroked her hair as she spoke.

Down the stairs they went, slowly, and she felt the air grow cooler and more stagnant. Behind them, the door thunked shut. She heard the latch engage again. When they reached the bottom the floor felt cold and damp. It had to be a basement. Or….

Once Master had told her he had a dungeon. He called it the “Dungeon of debauchery” and laughed, telling her she would see it one day. It seemed that day had arrived…

Master pulled the blindfold aside.

In front of her, in dim light, were rows of……things. Crosses of dark heavy wood with rope rings. Large X shaped wooden structures with iron on them looking like medieval torture devices. Chains. Collars made of iron. A rack. A RACK?!!!!

What appeared to be a wooden device meant to hold her head and chain her arms. Her imagination began to picture what that could bring, and she felt wet again.

She stood transfixed with terror and pleasure at the thought. Then Master spoke.

“Choose what comes first, slut…..”

She hesitated. One device in particular caught her breath. It was a wooden bar, with a table-like structure before it. Posts by the table and rings on the bar made it obvious what it’s use was. She walked towards it, and stopped, then automatically leaned forward and extended her arms to the rings, spread her legs, and settled onto the table.

She heard footsteps behind her, but in the dim light she could not determine who approached. Strong hands – not Master’s – grabbed her and closed the rings tightly about her wrists, and fastened her ankles to the posts. It was uncomfortable and rough laying on the table, and her ass and cunt felt very, very exposed. The stranger stood by her and she heard more footsteps – feminine footsteps – approach from behind. Soft hands reached her ass and cunt, spreading, exploring, using……she closed her eyes and felt herself getting very wet again.

“She is getting soaking wet!” A woman’s voice broke the silence. “Her cunt is soaked again. What a slut. Look. Come see this.”

The strange man moved to behind her and she felt him exploring her in the place of the woman. The woman moved around to her face, and yanked her head up. “Open your mouth slut.” The woman stood before her in the dim light and she could see her for the first time. Black leather clad, she was tall, voluptuous, and busty. The leather dress barely fit, and her cleavage beckoned the slut’s attention. She grabbed the slut’s chin and raised it higher, opening her mouth with her wet, sticky fingers. “Did you enjoy servicing me, slut? Did my cunt taste good to you? Just wait to see what we do next. I have a bigger strap on for you, Master will fuck your throat, and this man will fuck your ass.”

The woman’s fingers tasted foul. They stunk of cunt and sweat and cum and lube and ass. But she licked and cleaned them eagerly.

Behind her, she heard a zipper and felt the man spread her cunt open. She moaned into the woman’s fingers, knowing the man’s huge thick cock was gong to fuck her again. Her back arched and she raised her hips. Without warning, the cock fucked her completely. It filled her. It buried into her cunt. A scream echoed in the chamber, but she was uncertain if it was her own. In front of her, the leather dress opened and the woman’s cunt appeared in front of her face again. “Time for more eating, bitch. Now lick me clean.” The woman grabbed her head roughly and yanked it into her wet snatch. She felt her cunt expanding, ready to explode, as she stuck her tongue out and began to lick again. The taste horrified her, but she eagerly lapped away. The lust in her soul overcame the feelings of doubt and she felt an orgasm building.

The cock in her began to pound. It never pulled out, just slammed harder and deeper with every thrust.

“Slut. Needs. Fucking. Hard.”  The man spoke roughly with each thrust, and his words drove her over the edge. She pushed back harder. “Please! Please let me cum!”

Master slapped her. Hard. Viciously. It stung.

“No one cares about your needs now slut. If you cum you will pay dearly. Wait.”

It was as if the words triggered something inside of her, and she lost control. Her legs grew weak, her mind blanked out, and she felt liquid gushing. Someone howled and she felt wetness on her face. It streamed down her neck onto her tits and dripped. Behind her, the cock kept fucking as she exploded…..knowing she would pay.

She never thought that a plug could fill her ass like the one inside her did. Worse yet, she had no idea it was being shoved in.

As the strange cock fucked her, her hips had involuntarily raised and bucked. The man must have understood her lust, as he had shoved a lubricated plug in her ass the size of his cock. She knew it was a plug by the shape, and by the fact that he continued fucking her cunt. Her ass was full. More than full. It was stuffed.

In front of her, Mistress pulled the slut’s head deeper into the silky, wet folds of the cunt she was licking. Streams of cum ran down her cheeks and face, across her tits, and pooled in the folds of her face. She could barely breathe. Yet she obeyed, and kept licking. Mistress’ cunt was soft and the more she licked, the less she objected. It was obvious that Mistress enjoyed it by the way she grabbed her head and hair.

Mistress pulled away suddenly, and then held out two wicked looking clamps – she reached down to clamp her nipples. The clamps burned. Mistress pulled on the collar and spoke to the slut. “You are now collared, and clamped, and plugged, and fucked.  Next comes the gag.”

As promised, a ball gag appeared in front of her face. She opened her sticky mouth without hesitation and accepted the gag. It made her drool.

Mistress vanished for a moment and she heard noises she could not identify. When Mistress returned, she had a frightening huge, long, thick strap on dildo attached to her waist. She rubbed it on her face and spoke….

“You are going to pay now for that orgasm…..”

Behind her, the fucking grew harder and more urgent. Without warning she felt a stinging slap on the ass that could only be her favorite crop. Again and again it stung her ass cheeks…….she heard Master behind her.

“You. Came. Without. Permission. Slut.”

Each word was emphasized by a strike of the crop and a hard fuck from the cock. She felt the urgency again and knew she was unable to maintain her composure. She came. Over and over she came on the cock, not caring what price she would pay. Hoping for more discipline, more pain, more……more. Just more…..

Paying for her orgasm…..the thought ran through her head amid the sensations twisting her body and mind. She was plugged, gagged, collared, clamped, being fucked and looking at her Mistress. The strap on dangled in front of her face, black, slick, and frightening. And still there was the fucking in her cunt. She could not believe that the stranger was still fucking her.

Mistress stepped away. For a moment, she thought that she had passed behind her and would replace the strange cock in her cunt. But no. Something….else….was happening. Master appeared. Holding a leash.

Her eyes drifted to the other end of the leash. There, on the ground, was another slut. Mistress towered over her, slapping her face with the strap on. Master pulled the slut to her feet and dragged her towards the rail. She watched as Master bound her to the rail, tying her face to face….and Mistress stepped behind the slut with an evil grin. She heard whimpering.

Master began spanking the slut in front of her. His fingers were making squishing sounds. The sluts face was in front of her, dirty, sticky, covered in white crust. Covered in dried cum….. Master’s fingers emerged and he held them up. Mistress stepped in, and the distinct sound of the strap on dildo being shoved in the sluts cunt filled the room.

Master pulled the ball gag away and shoved his wet fingers in her mouth. She gagged. Master held her head and forced her to suck his fingers clean. Behind her, the cock continued its non stop fucking. Deep. Hard. The plug filled her. The clamps burned. The ball gag hung against her neck. And she came again.

Mistress began fucking the slut harder. The sluts face began pushing against her face, and she heard Master again.

“Kiss your new friend, slut. Soon the two of you will be enjoying some quality time……”

She hesitated, looking at the face in front of her. Pleading eyes and drool showed the sluts desperation.