I was up on the stage in nothing but a red g-string light shining in my face. Heard the auctioneer discussing the terms of owning me for the night. As punishment, I’m part of the whore auction for displeasing my master. I must sell myself for a night and come crawling back like a good whore once the night is over. It’s only my second time doing this, and I was very nervous as you never know who’s going to buy you for the night. I heard the final bid end at five thousand, this will please my master. However, for someone to pay such a high price is hardly worth it. I’m a worthless whore.
I was brought off the stage and taken to a back room. Inside was two women whose jobs were to get me ready for my purchaser. They removed my g-string, used some long silk scarves, and got me into some light bondage. I was able to move a little more than with standard bondage rope but they did make their knots tight. I was carried to the bed and left there in the dark waiting.
It felt like hours before the door crack open and a man appeared lighting only a single candle. It became clear he didn’t want me to see who was about to ravage my pussy. A sharp pull to my hair as he grabbed my body. Tossing me into a more acceptable position. He got behind me and I could hear the unbuckling of a belt and sliding of it being pulled through the loops. It got discarded on the floor, as did the rest of his pants. As he grabbed my ass and started fucking me hard from behind. When he was done with my pussy he switched to pounding my ass, then shoved his cock down my throat. Raping the back of my throat hard to the point I was beginning to get dizzy from the lack of air. I felt a hand come down and squeeze my neck and I truly thought it was the end as my world went black.
Taking my place between his legs, my breast grazing his thighs while I wrapped my head around his thick base, my lips pressing against his swollen head. It’s a privilege to have such free range of a cock so big. Submissive sluts like me rarely have to opportunity to really worship the beauty of such amazing cocks. Cock worshiping is my favorite task if it’s allowed to me. Letting my hands caress and massage the balls while my mouth and tongue survey his mighty shaft. Using his reactions to gauge what pleases him and what does not. Sucking his cock intensely slurping, slobbering all over it cause I know just how much he likes it wet, and messy. Knowing it pleases him to choke on his cock without being forced to. Listening to him praise me for being a good cocksucking slut. Working to earn the deposit of cum for me to swallow as a reward for being a good cock worshiping whore.
Having my face plastered in cum is a good reminder of what a slut I am. With no thought, I stayed all night on my knees like a good whore opening my mouth to cock, and stroking off more until they blast thick loads of cum all over my face. I wasn’t the only whore in attendance but there were so many big dicks surrounding me. I felt like the only submissive bitch there, with nothing to see but throbbing cock, and the cream that leaked from them. Even now hours later I can still feel the sticky hot feel of cum dripping on my face. Still taste the salty, thick cream lingering and teasing my taste buds. I want to be a good cum eating slut, that bukkake party left a real craving for it in me.
One of my current Master’s likes to keep me all week, I stay by his side at all times. Whether he makes me stand, or sit on the floor. I’m like his pet with my leather collar tight around my neck, and silent unless spoken to. Like a good submissive slut waiting and obeying. Fucked whenever he wants, however, he wants it and if I dare complain or respond in a way he deems negative I get crated like an animal. My only meal during this week is his cum, nothing is allowed to be swallowed by me that whole week unless it comes from his balls. Sometimes he will choose to starve me for a few days, watching me grow weaker over the passing time. He says it’s cause I give very eager blowjobs the hungrier I get. In fact, a part of me really loves the starvation it makes his cum taste like ambrosia. A real treat for me to savory pining away for my next meal.
I find being a submissive slut makes it easy for me to teach those who are new to domination. It’s not something I do often but sometimes there is an eager attractive young stud that wants to learn to make me his. I normally teach the art of bondage first, because the power my masters have felt tying me up in any position they desire is often the one that gets them hooked. Recently a young new master has been coming over every other weekend if I’m free to learn and to dominate me. I completely submit to him but not before a little lesson on how to tie the knots just right.
Starting with the basic frogtie so he can use a simple knot to bound my hands behind my back and then open my legs. Bonding my ankles against my thighs which gives him very easy access with me in the nude to my pussy. To do anything he wished. He could lick, bite, whip, and fuck it however he wanted. The knots were tight, I wasn’t going anywhere. He knew that when he was done with me he could just leave me there. He started with his tongue, got it wet teased me with pleasure, and then grabbed a small whipping crop from the shelf and whacked my pussy repeatedly until it was red and swollen. Ignoring my whimpers, continuing until he was satisfied. Only stopping to ram his cock into my beaten pussy until he unloaded his cum inside me. With each new lesson, I can feel him becoming more confident and eager to do more to me. All he needed was a true submissive whore to teach him.
Master has taken me lots of places for my slave training. One time, I burnt Master’s food. It was an honest mistake, but I know better. Making a mistake means I have to be punished, that I’m a failure otherwise. I brought the charred ribeye to my master, my knees shaking as I closed my eyes. Waiting for my punishment, I heard a deep growl from his throat. His hand slapped me across the face, and I fell onto my bruised legs, pressed against the cold hardwood floor.
“Worthless Bitch,” He spat at me, “Maybe someone will find a fucking use for you.” I felt his hand grab me by the hair and throw me into the dark, windowless closet. I don’t know how long I stayed there, maybe a few hours, maybe a day. It was until a blade poked my side and I moved away from the door that I saw any light. My master carved a hole into the door. I assumed that maybe he might give me some water or food through it, but as I moved my face closer to look out, a large black cock shoved its way through, rubbing against my cheek.
“Make my friends happy slut, and maybe I’ll let you out.” I heard my master demand, so like the good cumslut I was, I opened my mouth, and wrapped my lips around the huge dick. I pushed my head down, forcing myself not to gag on the enormous girth. I heard several voices outside the door, talking about how they couldn’t wait to use me. It felt like forever that I sucked that cock before he came all over my face, covering one of my eyes. As I went to wipe it off, another man entered the hole. He banged on the door, “I want to feel your stretched whore pussy”. I obeyed, as I always do, and backed my quim up against him, thrusting my hips back. He stretched me, and couldn’t help but scream as I thought about all those men outside, waiting to fill my pussy up with their seed.
It was chilly that night after work I decided to head on down to a little local bookstore. I had a craving to be lost inside a fantasy novel, it didn’t occur to me that I would be tempting fate by doing something just for me. As I was leaving the store a man grabbed me and dragged me around a corner. I went with little fight and when he thrust me against the cold brick wall I realized it was one of my old masters. He sneered at me as he started to undo his belt and pants. “Who let the whore out of her cage” he hissed shoving his hand up my skirt, pushing my panties to the side.
“It’s been too long, little whore” his hot breath blew in my face and despite being startled I couldn’t help but get wet with excitement. “Yea submissive whores don’t have a choice to say no” he teased me as he shoved his hot thick cock up inside my wet hairy pussy. Thrusting up inside me over and over causing my backside to be scratched up by the bricks. The stinging of each scrap and continued burning only added to the intensity of my orgasms as he continued to fuck me. Finally, he couldn’t hold back and blew his thick white load of cum into my cunt. After a moment to catch his breath, he pulled out of me and started shoving his cock back into his pants as he spat at my feet. “Don’t be surprised if I make a house call soon little whore” he teased eyeing his cum dripping down my thighs from under my skirt. Smirking as he left me there.
Being a bondage and submission whore I should be used to chains, and ropes but sometimes I’m just outright treated like a wild animal. Something about it actually makes me feel beastly, it’s arousing. He slipped that metal chain around my neck, it was heavy but I kept my eyes on his showing little discomfort. As he pulled me forward with a yank, it sent a surge down my spine leaving tingling in my legs as I felt my clit swell as my pussy grew moist. Pulling the chain harder until he position my naked body where he wanted.
He hooked the chain onto the wall, and I had to balance on a thin wooden rail as the cool air caused my body to tremble. I watched him walk down the stairs to the poker table below. I looked on as he played with his buddies all night, as they would look up and taunt me on and off. My cunt juices dripped down onto their table as they ordered me to cum repeatedly for their entertainment.