Summer Lovin Pt. 02 – (Free will?)

Literotic asexstories – Summer Lovin Pt. 02 – (Free will?) by Nexialis,Nexialis
Cathy’s car had tinted windows, so no-one could see me in the back. Just as well. My long black dress had only shoulder straps, and my shoulders and arms were naked. My neck collar, proudly proclaiming my slut status, was therefore very visible. My butt plug was in my ass, pressuring gently on my sensitive asshole and my prostate.

I started to crave the bumps of the drive, and enjoy the softness of the car’s suspension.

Cathy, my new mistress for the next three weeks (“Or so?”, I suddenly shuddered inside, which gave me a jolt of fear and anticipation), drove me and the suitcase full of sex, bdsm and torture toys, to her house.

Cathy is the beautiful girlfriend of one of my oldest friends, Geoff. She has a wonderful body, and whenever we would go to parties together, she would make sure to wear no underwear at all under her sexy dress. Her beautiful tits, just the perfect size, would then bounce in a way to make all the guys in the room lustful for her. She knew, and Geoff knew. And I knew.

Just as then, she was now dressed in a red seduction monster. As we drove, the images of Cathy and my Mistress having wild lesbian sex at my Mistress’ house earlier in the day kept going through my mind. I revived their kisses. How they caressed each other’s tits, and sucked each other’s nipples. How they fingered each other to climax, how they licked each other’s pussy, while I was forced to lick their ass, one after the other.

My cock stirred in its cage, but there was nothing I could do to relieve myself – only Cathy now had the keys, and my hands were firmly secured behind my back.

So I did the only thing available to me – I gently rocked myself forward and sideways, to use the pressure of my butt plug to give me as much pleasure as a I could.

This solution, of course, made it worse.

The little waves of pleasure that went from my asshole and prostate through my spine and back made me more horny, but without giving me any relieve.

But I could not stop, as the images kept coming back to me. Oh the joy of free will, when your mind keeps playing tricks on you.

I was getting hornier and hornier, without relief in sight. The torture, the joy, the pleasure kept building, and I started to go into a little trance.

I’m not sure how much later we arrived at Cathy and Geoff’s place, but suddenly the car stopped. Cathy turned around and said, “Out!”.

It was the kind of short order that made it very clear she did not expect any hesitation or indeed refusal.

She opened the door for me and I got out.

“Follow me,” she said, as she clasped a leash to my collar. Humiliated and horny, I did as instructed.

As we went in, she pulled on the leash and led me into the living room. A place where I had been many times before, but never as a sex slave and slut.

“Turn around,” she ordered. I did. She unlocked my wrists, and said, “Take off that dress”. I complied. She tied my wrists behind my back again. She pulled the leash and led me forward.

As I entered, I saw Geoff sitting on the sofa, looking bemused at both of us.

“Hi honey,” he said, “You brought home something new?”. The tone of his voice suggested his complete lack of surprise at seeing me, one of his best friends, walking naked, except for my collar, cock cage and butt plug, behind his girlfriend.

Cathy smiled wickedly, “Yes, dear. This is my new slave. I fully own it, and it’s mine to use during our next three weeks in France, in any way I please. Would you like to welcome it as well?”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea,” Geoff said, and smiled just as bad as she did.

“Come over here, slave,” he said.

“Go on,” insisted Cathy to me, “You will obey him for this evening”.

I couldn’t believe this. Geoff, my mate! The guy who I had had so many good laughs with. We would watch the race together, and discuss the bodies of our respective girlfriends and how well they would give us blowjobs.

We even discussed swapping girlfriends once. And now he was ordering me about and calling me “slave”.

I started to walk towards him and said, “Hey Geoff, buddy, what’s all this?”

But before I got very far, Cathy yanked the leash, pulled me back and grabbed me by my hair. She pulled me by my arms behind my back, pulled my hair stronger, and hissed, “Kneel, slut”.

With my hands tied, I couldn’t resist her, and, of course, I knew she had the keys to my cock cage. I went down on my knees again, and she quickly bound my ankles to a bar, effectively tying me up completely.

I made my second mistake by blurting out, “Hey guys, enough of this already. I’m not happy about this – I know this is a nice game but you’re pushing it.”

WHACK…. WHACK

Cathy slapped me across the face twice. I fell back in shock, and the pain dulled my senses.

“Silence, slave!”. She didn’t cry it out loud, she said it in a desperately stern, cold voice, that chilled me up and down my spine.

“Time for some essential lessons, slave,” she said.

“First, slaves don’t talk unless they are instructed to do so.

Second, you obey every order without comments or talk-back.

Third, you are a slave – a thing. You don’t refer to yourself as “I” or “me” but as “this slave” or “this slut”.

Fourth, you address us only as Master or Mistress – how dare you take our names in your filthy mouth. Understood?!”

I was in shock, and unable to answer, other than, “But…”.

Geoff quickly jumped to me, and pulled my hands behind my back, to tie them to the bar that connected my ankle bands. I was now almost unable to move.

Geoff slapped me again in the face WHACK WHACK.

“Answer your mistress, slave!”, he bellowed.

And to her, “This slave needs some serious punishment and re-education. Do we have some punishment tools in that suitcase?”

“Yes dear”, she said, “Plenty. Let me check how we best punish this incredible insolence.”

I was still stunned and unable to believe what was going on, as I watched her walk to the suitcase, and go through the torture toys my Mistress had given them. I started to realize that they were no longer toys, but instruments of my submission.

Cathy came over with a whip with tails, a crop, and some other stuff I couldn’t quite see. She pulled a cap over my head, effectively blindfolding me.

I could hardly move, was unable to see, and could not avoid what happened next.

The first whiplash was across my chest. It hurt so badly I couldn’t help from yelping, “Aaaah, no!”.

“Silence!”, thundered Geoff.

The second lash was on my belly, and hurt badly. I tried to not cry out, but couldn’t help myself from moaning.

Several others followed, across my back, my shoulders and my buttocks, while I was moving and writhing around the floor.

“Stop moving, slut,” Cathy said.

I stopped moving as good I could, while I kept being lashed. The pain was everywhere, and she kept going. My body was on fire, and with each lash, it burnt more, stronger and fiercer.

Finally, she stopped.

“Answer, slut – did you understand the rules?”

Shaking with fear, suppressed anger, and, I must admit, total arousal, I stumbled, “Yes Mistress”.

“Say them!”, she ordered.

“I am your slave, and….”

WHACK WHACK WHACK

Oh god almighty! The pain!

“This slave is your slave, Mistress. This slave will not talk unless ordered to do so Mistress. This slave will obey, Mistress”.

I had never felt more humiliated, more in pain, and yet, more aroused and sexual and sensual. I could taste and smell my submission. It was stale, iron, rusty in my mouth. I hated it, and yet, I loved it.

The pain was bad, even terrible, but, again, my body loved it. My cock was twisting in its cage, and I could feel a bit of pre cum dripping out of it.

I was desperate and thrilled, hopeless and excited, horny and lost.

I couldn’t believe it.

Neither could they. “Look, the slut is enjoying it” said Geoff. “Say thank you, slut”

“Thank you Master”, I meekly complied. And the worst thing was, I meant it.

“Time for some more fun” Cathy said. She made me sit on my knees, hands tied behind my back, legs spread. She ordered me to sit up, and removed the blindfold.

Geoff was sitting in front of me, on the couch. He was completely naked and my face was at the height of his crotch. I saw his cock half-erect, just in front of my face. His pubic hair was trimmed, but not shaved, and I could smell a light musky waft. I craved that smell, and feared it.

Cathy laughed. She was also completely naked now, and, standing behind me, pulled my hair so I was forced to look up at her. My face was just below her wonderful, beautiful tits, and I stared at her.

“Time for this slut to take its next lesson – start sucking boi!”, she exclaimed, while she pushed my head towards Geoff’s hard cock, just in front of me.

I started to say, “No, no – I’m not gay…,” before she pulled me back again.

“I’m looking forward to punishing you again after this session, slave, for breaking all the rules again. Slaves don’t have sexual preferences or orientations – they simply obey an have their body used to their master’s pleasure”.

With that, she put a ring gag in my mouth, so I was unable to close it, and started pushing my head towards Geoff’s cock.

I could not avoid his cock entering my mouth. I started to feel it, taste it, suck on it, and lick it every time I moved my tongue.

He moaned, and said, “Yes, slut, go on”. I had no choice to do so. Whenever he pushed his cock into the back of my mouth, I gagged a little.

He started to fuck my face, holding my head with his hands, slowly first, then faster.

His cock was now rock hard in my mouth. It was so humiliating, so exhilarating.

As he was fucking my mouth, sitting on the couch before me, his legs wide open, I was still kneeling in front of him.

Then I felt Cathy’s hands on my buttocks. She applied something moist on my ass, and pushed a slippery finger in my ass.

“Nice”, she said, “Prepare to get fucked slutboi”.

While Geoff continued to fuck my mouth, I felt a hard object pushing against my asshole. Cathy had strapped on a dildo, and was pushing it hard to enter my ass, and fuck me from behind.

I could do nothing, except try to relax my asshole, and fuck her back as her slut.

So I did.

The dildo quickly entered my ass, stretching it just beyond the pain level.

Wow! What an experience! What a way to lose my virginity both sides of the spitroast.

The feeling of my asshole being filled up by the dildo was overwhelming and massive.

I moaned loudly, I couldn’t help it. As my spit was dribbling out of my mouth with Geoff’s cock pounding it, I moaned and moaned.

When Cathy’s dildo started to hit my prostate, waves and waves of pleasure I had never experienced went through me.

I rocked back and forth, fucking both my Master and Mistress, and being fucked by them into oblivion.

My cock started to leak more and more, and I suddenly I felt a burst of orgasmic waves going through me.

I realized to my horror I was having a massive tantric orgasm from being raped in the mouth and ass. My body shook in convulsions, and I was hardly able to stay on my knees.

As the waves of orgasm went through me, I collapsed on Geoff’s cock, and as a result, he came in my mouth. I could feel his orgasm through the pulses of his cock, and tasted the saltiness of his jizz in my mouth.

Cathy continued to fuck me in the ass, and drove me to a new tantric orgasm – I just simply couldn’t help it.

I moaned loudly, and heard them laughing.

“This slut really enjoys being abused, doesn’t it,” Cathy said, sniggering and laughing.

She was right, I did.

I felt my life was changing i ways I did not comprehend.

What was to become of me?