They Made Me A Human Squeeze Toy [MDom][FSub][huml][bdsm]

My name is Jessica. I work as a cabana girl for a members only sex club. My boss, Chelsea, caught me breaking the number one rule: employees may not fraternize with the club members. I did it for the easy money. And now, if I want to keep my great paying job, I must submit to whatever they have in store in the club’s basement dungeon.

In the basement’s bedroom, Chelsea prepared me for the night. She had me dress in black boy shorts over a white lace thong. She brushed my hair and braided into a single thick braid that hung between my shoulder blades. I felt so vulnerable topless, dressed in a pair of skimpy shorts.

Chelsea said, “You’re the dungeon bitch tonight. You’ll be at the mercy of our Dom. Are you down with that?”

“Yeah.”

She smiled. “Good. You’re going to have to regain my trust. It starts in the dungeon.”

The Dom, named Don, stood ready in his leather pants and vest.

He said, “Remember to cry out. It’s the cries that turn them on.”
He bound my wrists in front of me with mountaineering rope. We left the room and waited in the hall for our entrance. I peeked around the corner to see Sabrina, my sexy brunette supervisor who busted me to the boss, dressed in fishnet stockings and a black bustier in front of the audience sitting in the murky basement.

She said, “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, for your entertainment, we have a treat for you. A disobedient girl is being punished for the slut that she truly is.”

Okay, now I’m scared.

“Witness what happens to bad little whores.”

Sabrina stepped out of the spotlight.

Dom yanked my hand as we walked into the room and I stumbled forward on my bare feet. My boobs jiggled with each jerk of my wrists as he hauled me up before the guests sitting on couches with drinks. Some were touching each other’s genitals, gently massaging them as they waited for the show.

Don let go of me. I stood in the spotlight, looking out into the shadow. I hung my head in shame as I stood there waiting. Don’s fingers dug into my face when he grabbed it.

He growled, “You’re a slut, aren’t you?”

I timidly answered, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

An involuntary shriek rattled from me when he roughly yanked down my shorts. I stood there nearly naked in the skimpy thong that hardly covered anything. I instinctively tried to hide my pussy with my bound hands as I squeezed my arms over my breast in a futile attempt to cover them. I could feel their eyes staring at me under the hot spot light. Don forced me to my knees, then down onto my elbows. He put his boot on my back to gently press me towards the floor.

He grumbled, “All the way down.”

He kept his boot on my back until I flattened out on the ground. He knelt beside me to yank my hands behind my back.

He grumbled, “You going to be bad again?”

“No, sir.”

“We’re going to make sure you get the message.”

He stood me up and latched my bound wrists up to the hook.

He hoisted it up until my arms were stretched high over my head. I was pulled up to balance on tippy toes. Don stepped to his implements of torture mounted on the wall. His fingers lingered on each one as he moved down the wall of floggers, canes, paddles and whips. He pulled down a riding crop, bending it in preparation as he walked towards me. He put the riding crop under my chin, forcing me to look into his face. I squinted against the spotlight’s glare.

I whimpered, “Please don’t hurt me.”

He walked around me and stopped. I waited, looking out into the darkness as I fought for balance. Yeow! The crop hit my butt cheek and I arched forward in pain. Again and again, he swatted my backside with resounding smacks.

“Ow. Ow.”

It stopped and I steadied myself before the crop struck my flesh again.

“Owwww! Ow.” I started crying. “Ow wow, uh ohhh, ho, ohhh.”

I whimpered. The inflamed stripes on my backside throbbed in pain as he struck my tender ass again.

He struck me two more times and I swayed off balance and twirled until Don steadied me.

He growled, “You’ve been a bad little girl. I love dirty, bad little girls. They get my attention. And I love giving little girls my attention.”

He unhooked me and hauled me stumbling past the crowd to the St. Andrews’s cross affixed to the wall. He untied my hands. I rubbed my wrists before he cruelly took one and buckled it into padded leather restraints on the X shaped frame. He did the same with my other wrist and ankles until I was restrained spread eagle. I stared into his dark brown eyes until he placed a satin mask over my eyes. His strong hands caressed my naked flesh as he pressed his entire body against me. Buckles and zippers from his leather pants bit into my skin and the stripes of whipped flesh began to sting under the pressure. I thought I’d swoon under the pressure of his body pressing me against the wall and upraised X. Then he released me. I was alone, naked and blind. I could feel a rush of air and the heat from a hanging pot light aimed my way. Then I heard someone approach. I could smell the familiar fresh scent of cucumber lime. Sabrina! I heard the cap being removed from a marker pen before she wrote on my body just below my collar bone. W H O R E. She giggled before walking away. And there I stayed, spread eagle on the wall for anyone to touch. I’ve seen girls on this cross before with dildos forced up into their pussy. Would the same happen to me?

The party went on. The trippy music flowed. I would hear approaching footsteps and someone would stop to pinch my nipple or finger my pussy before walking away. I’d been turned into a human squeeze toy.

A man who smelled like cedar pressed his body against me.

“You cunt,” he growled. “Pretty little slut.”

He rubbed his hard dick against me, dry humping me until he left me alone.

For some crazy reason, I was aroused. Naked, exposed, vulnerable and kept on edge. All I could do was listen and wonder what would happen next. I heard someone step up to me, smelled her perfume. Then the spidery feel of a big plume feather, like that of an ostrich feather, drifted from my shoulder down my breasts causing my muscles to flinch and twitch as it was stroked across muscle groups. She tortured me that that feather, tickling my skin as my wrists strained against my restraints. Then the feather fiend left me alone.

After what seemed hours, my body began to sag. I wriggled my wrists in the padded restraints to restore my circulation of blood to my numb hands. I heard someone approach before a buzzing sound started. It felt like an electric shock as a vibrator was placed on my sex. It was run back and forth along my clit covered by the thin material of my panties.

“Ohhhh, ahhh,” flowed from my mouth as my clit jerked from the vibrations. “Please, stop, please.”

But the person kept torturing me. The vibrator was jammed against my clit. What sweet torture. My clit began to quiver. No.

“Oh, ohhhhh!” I exclaimed as an orgasm exploded in my groin and my pelvis bucked out of control.

My head banged the wall as I threw my head back. The vibrator stayed upon my sopping wet gash and I shuddered along with it.

I panted out, “Please, stop. Please.”

It was finally removed from my pussy lips and my body slumped forward. I would’ve collapsed to the ground if my wrists weren’t restrained. My shaky legs regained their strength and I straightened up. How long are they going to keep me here?
I remained restrained to the cross as they partied around me. Then, after an undetermined amount of time, I heard the heavy thud of approaching boots. The blindfold was ripped from my face and I was temporarily blinded by white light beaming from a spot light. Don knelt before me to unbuckle my ankles from their restraints. I could smell whiskey on his breath as he unhooked my wrists. There were less people here from when we started. Never the less, the remaining gathered around us, smiling as they watch Don release me.

Don took me by the back of the neck and forced me to my hands and knees.

He growled, “Now ask for forgiveness.”

I looked up at crowd and cried, “Please forgive me.”

No one said a thing. The slap of a paddle against my ass caused me to lurch forward. My eyes shut squeezed shut from the pain.

He barked, “Now crawl your ass back to your room. No wants to see you for the rest of the night.”

I didn’t move fast enough and the paddle smacked my ass again.

“Move it, slut!”

The people made way as I crawled past them, across the rec room, back to the far basement bedroom. Don occasionally put his boot on my ass, nudging it with his heel or put his toe under me to lift my knees from the floor as I slowly crawled over harsh carpeting. The crowd follow, enthralled by the sight of the Dom booting my cunt with his toe. He stopped and I disappeared around the corner to crawl into the bedroom and close the door.

I stood up and looked in the mirror to see WHORE written on me in black marker; a twenty first century scarlet letter of shame. Rubbing my sore wrists, I sat on the bed and immediately jumped up. My ass was too sore to sit. I looked over my shoulder into the mirror to see pink splotches and stripes from the top of my thighs to the small of my back. I looked at the clock to see it was one o’clock. I’d been restrained for four hours. I pulled my t-shirt over my head before sliding a pair of sweat pants over my tender ass and was wiping off my ruined make-up from my tear stained face when Chelsea entered the room. She closed the door behind her. I grabbed my bag. I was so ready to leave.

She asked, “Do you still want to work here?”

“Yeah.”

“Be here next Thursday at seven a.m.”

I nodded. She handed me my paycheck. I grabbed hold of it but she held on tight, forcing me to look up at her. Her blue eyes had darkened as though she were possessed.

She snarled, “If I catch you doing one thing wrong, if Sabrina comes to me about you one more time, or if I find that you’ve sniffing around my husband, I’ll bounce your ass out of my house so fast. You got that?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She let go of the check.

I hung my head and muttered, “It’ll never happen again.”

“It better not.”

*Copyright, Julian Delacourt, 2017*

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