(She always refers to the sub, Cynthia, who had asked me to arrange this and later detailed her emotions throughout. I’m going to refer to the other girl by the name Cynthia picked during the experience, giggling slut or GS.)
The room is dark, but she is blindfolded. He has her on her stomach, face down into the bed. Her hands are tied behind her back.
She isn’t gagged, but master has told her not to speak, not to utter a sound. She is going to be a good girl. She knows how hard master will punish her if shes not . . . and she isn’t feeling bratty.
Tonight is a special gift, master has told her, though he hasn’t told her what.
The doorbell rings but master can’t see her, master can’t see her tensing. She has no idea what to expect, but deep down she knows. Just the other week, she told master about the fantasy. About permission to inact it.
She feels herself growing aroused. Hoping. Hating herself for hoping. Feeling jealous spiking.
Voices. His and hers. Hers. Hers. Hers.
“The slut is upstairs,” his voice says, “waiting.”
There is a giggle. At once she hates the giggler. But she feels herself, the heat, growing. This is what she wanted. She knows she can safeword. She could stop it. But despite the jealousy, she doesn’t want too.
The woman Master has brought in never speaks. Later, the tied sub would learn that the woman cuckolding her was a friend from the kink club. Later, another day, she would learn this while eating master’s fluids from her friends breasts.
Tonight though, tonight she just thought of her as the giggling slut.
The giggling slut moaned and she could hear wet smacking sounds. The GS was making out with master.
The sound of clothes coming off. Deeper female moans. Lusty ones. She can’t see but Master is kissing the GS and rubbing her breasts.
She hears a wet sound and knows, Master’s fingers are inside the giggling slut and soon, she feels weight on the bed and rough male fingers rubbing her upper lip. Rubbing the giggling sluts pussy onto her upper lip where the smell will linger.
The scent is amazing. If Master had put a vibe on her or into her or just reached down, she is sure she would cum right away. She is humiliated, tied and smelling the scent of the woman she is sure Master is about to fuck.
More wet noises, more female moans. A light weight on the bed next to her and a light sensation of soft skin on hers. She realizes that master has the giggling slut on the bed, legs in the air and his face buried into GS’s pussy. She fights back her own moan as she remembers the fantasy, the exact fantasy she gave Master permission to inact and thinks about how later, she will be kissing master and tasting the giggling sluts pussy on his lips.
Movement next to her she cant define, heavier weight by her feet and loud slurping noises. Master moans loudly. The giggling slut is sucking him.
The irrational part of her brain oozes lust. Why can’t she see, why can’t she watch, why can’t she . . . . she kneel behind the giggling slut and slide her tongue up . . . .
The irrational part of her screams CHEATING WHORE. ASSHOLE. HOW DARE HE. SHE BETTER NOT BE BETTER THAN ME.
She could safe word. Somehow knowing this is the worst part. She could stop this and she doesn’t. Master is cheating on her, next to her, on the bed and she can feel the wetness between her thighs.
Movement again and now she can feel master lifting and moving her and laying her, still on her stomach, with something hard under her pussy, something hard that starts to buzz.
Master’s voice, “permission to cum you dirty slut.” Then the giggling slut giggles again.
She feels weight on the bed and suddenly long hair is splashing onto her ass and lower back and the weight of a head on her lower back.
Master has laid the giggling slut onto her like a pillow.
A condom wrapper crinkling and tearing. More weight on the bed and the giggling slut starts to moan as Master starts to fuck her.
As she listens, it occurs to her that the worst part of all of this isn’t the fucking.
Every time Master thrusts she can feel giggling sluts boddy pushing and bouncing off her.
It’s not even that she could stop it.
The thrusting speeds up, the giggling slut moaning harder and harder.
The worst part is that Master has never given her vanilla sex. Master has always taken his sex from her. Master has always made her pay for her pleasure.
The giggling slut is now the cumming slut. She can feel her spasming against her, can hear Master’s loud moaning.
Master is treating this giggling slut like a regular girl and not like the dirty submissive whore that he . .. and she starts to cum. Her orgasm hitting her only moments after the giggling whores has subsided. Soon she hears master moan. Feels master slow the bouncing of the giggling sluts body off of hers and knows master has cum.
She already knows what will happen. She told Master the fantasy. They move off the bed and she can hear clothing going on. They leave the room. Master hasn’t turned the vibe off under her and its more annoying, so tender after the orgasm, than sexy.
Talking again, too far away to make out what they are saying or whose voice it is, but she knows he will be back.
The fantasy you see, the fantasy she told master, was to be finally humiliating by having to drink the cum. To swallow what the other woman, a proper woman, was too good to have inside her.
Then she feels and hears him enter the room. The vibe has become pleasant again. He is turning her over. His hand is on the vibe now, pushing it against her. His mouth is on hers. She can taste the giggling slut on his lips.
Her mind is screaming “you just felt him fucking some whore. You were her pillow as she was fucked by your man.” But she feels her hips rising to push into the vibe.
Then the condom is at her lips. Unlubed. The semen dripping slowly into her mouth and he is taunting her.
Suck it down slut. She wouldn’t have this filth in her body, but you will suck it down like the dirty whore you are.
He is right. She tastes it and hates it and loves it and is cumming again before she knows it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5an8sy/mff_tied_and_listening_to_her_master_with_the
Dam, i really wonder what that feels like