Bondage and submission has always come naturally for me. I always knew my greatest purpose was to be a fuck doll. I remember the first time I ever met a Dom. He wanted to know more about my sexual desires before we agreed upon our situation and all that it entailed. I told him I craved to be tied up and anchored, legs spread wide and forced to cum over and over again. I wanted to be used and I wanted to service cock in every way imaginable. He told me to be at his house later that night so we could discuss an initiation.
I went to his house. Upon entering, I was told to strip naked which I did without question. Then, I was hog tied. Bound by rope and ring gagged. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t close my mouth. My body placed on a cold marble table in his den. I heard so many voices and foot steps. Men and women gathered around me.
My mouth was used like a pussy, and my body was….just used. A humiliated piece of meat, Slut was written across my forehead in pink lipstick. My new Dom decided I was going to be used by his dinner guests, and owned by him. Each of my holes was used and abused. So many cocks in them I couldn’t keep track. I came so fucking much and was covered in so many strangers’ fluid. To this day the memory of him and that dinner party still excites me.
















