In our previous meetings my Mistress had introduced me to sucking on several dildo’s and strap-ons and the ones she used had grown in size in various sessions. But no where near the size of the cock that came into my mouth. My mouth and my very psyche were publicly used and abused by a man’s cock that was large to begin and became absolutely huge. He must have been very experienced as he would insert himself into my mouth and throat just to where I would start to gag, back out about half way, let me recover slightly and then hunch his hips and his dick back again into my throat. As the continual stimulation of my mouth and throat the saliva was soon rolling out of my mouth and the drool continuing to spread around my mouth and onto my rigidly held body.
For what seemed an eternity Mistress would direct his using me as her personal fluffer. She would have him stop to allow me to rest my aching jaw for a minute or two and for the audience to see the huge cock in its entirety as his became more and more engorged. It would become slightly smaller during the rest period then Mistress would direct him to slam that dick back into my mouth and for me not to forget that my mission was enforced sucking. My throat was involuntarily producing large amounts of saliva as he throat fucked me. The attendees became more and more animated in their cat calls and comments about the huge dick and the helpless but diligent cock-sucker.
Each time his cock would thrust into me with my head held firmly by the belts holding my head immovable against the pole. But as both his excitement and size mounted so did the depth in which he would push down my gagging throat, Although not really needed because of my immovability his large hands came up to hold onto each side of my face to further demonstrate my helplessness and the power of his cock over me. Each time taking longer and longer before I was allowed to breathe. Time after time the cock-sucking, followed by a short rest, my just catching my breath, huge gobs of saliva falling from my mouth, unable to speak in my bewilderment and consternation at what I had allowed to be done to me. Then back to a monster dick being slammed into my mouth and throat.
Finally, the bull must have given her some signal that he was ready, the Mistress called over what had to be the two naked “models”. The bull made one more vicious thrust down my mouth and throat, this time his pubic bone slamming against my nose, my gagging over the cock completely down my throat and mentally begging for a breath of air. Finally she had the bull jerk out of my mouth,. I had nearly fainted from my gagging and lack of air, all of which my Mistress ignored. She had each woman take a hand full of his dick and, with the room left over, start to jack him off with his massive organ aimed at my face. They got a rhythm going on his dick and soon the literal climax of the evening arrived. Mistress again ordered me to open wide and then stream after stream of semen arrived on my face and into my mouth. The audience, which had kept moving closer to view everything, was both clapping and screaming their approval of a show they all enjoyed at my expense. My Mistress bent down to inspect the mess and said one command, “swallow it all”. The ladies who had assisted in making the bull cum were immediately licking up the cum that had not landed in my mouth but instead around my face. They then slowly, and to the great enjoyment of the assembled audience, would snowball the cum from their mouths onto my extended tongue. Followed each time by my mistress’s command to swallow.
A couple of minutes later the man who must have been the owner of the property asked the audience did they like the bull’s performance. Great whistles, shouts and applause. Then he asked did they like the little cock-sucker’s performance. Even louder as the mistress removed my bonds, helped me stand and, still one more evidence of my humiliation, ordered me to bow for the audience.
I was led, my fully exposed dick swinging back and forth, still staggering in my high heels, back around to the front of the mansion, the valet, who had evidently been able to watch the show, said I had been a great performer. I then realized he was speaking to my Mistress and not me. We left, this time with me in the other front seat and, as it was well after dark and growing chilly, with the convertible top back in its place over us..
As we were in her car and heading back to her dungeon, in spite of my aching and grossly abused throat, I had to ask, in a completely croaky voice, as to the possibility of my identity being exposed as I had been worrying about that for the entire evening. Mistress reached over to remove my mask and then explained that with my feminine make-up, never having been allowed to speak and having no identifying tattoos that she felt it was highly unlikely that even a close friend could have guessed my identity. Mistress also explained that during the evening and particularly during my “show” the two women prostitutes, hired to be naked for the evening, had been groped by many men and women as they became enamored with first the nudity and then the cock sucking going on in front of them.
Mistress said that for her own protection and that of the owner of the mansion and garden there had been a requirement that all attendees surrender their cell phones. But in addition there were three surreptitious surveillance HD cameras recording all of the guests and their actions. Anyone trying to use the activities for their personal gain, either politically, monetarily or just plain meanness would suddenly find that they had lost total control of their lives and livelihood. One copy of the combined videos would be kept by the property owner, one for Mistress and one to me for a memento of the most bizarre, humiliating, erotic and simultaneously enlightening evening of my life. I was too numb to do any more than mumble my thanks.
Back at Mistress’s dungeon she removed all my lipstick and had me shower to remove the sweat and the remaining dried cum on my face and in my hair. I put on my regular cloths, staggered to my car and somehow managed the hour’s drive back to my home. As I sank into an exhausted, dreamless sleep I realized that I had not had an orgasm the entire evening and yet felt totally sexually drained. I owe it all to Mistress for her fulfilling my most secret fantasies as a cross dressing, publicly exhibited and humiliated, cock-sucking, cum drinking, faggot whore.
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