Some disclaimers and CWs: Doomy co-wrote this story with me. All impact play, derogatory language and fucking was consensual and negotiated before the scene.
This is also part of a series. [Part 1 is our drive to Las Vegas] (https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t3om19/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_1_mf_exhibitionism/). [Part 2 is our first night in a hotel](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t5ao2p/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_2_mf_degradation/). [Part 3 is the morning and afternoon before](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tworte/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_3_mf_degradation/) Part 4:
“Be polite, whore,” I said. “Look at our guests while I’m hurting you.”
Doomy was the only one naked in the room. Her tight body was on full display, with her legs trapped in a spreader bar and her arms and neck locked into a self-build pillory I call “Mr. Scarecrow.”
It was amusing watching her struggle. She could barely walk, so it was easy to grab her fit body and just toss her to wherever I needed her. No need to ask, at this point she was completely my fucktoy, mindless in her only purpose of serving me.
Our guests were a cute married couple that I met online a couple days before. They were new to swinging and curious about exploring their voyeurism. I wanted a couple to watch as I tied up, spanked and fucked Doomy, and they were eager to say yes.
We met in the lobby of a casino first, chatted and talked about our various experiences. Sex clubs, travel, meeting people, ect. The whole time I nudged the conversation along, making sure everyone was warm and relaxed. And when the moment was right, I had us all head back to the hotel room.
The couple took a seat on the love seat, which faced directly towards the bed, albeit with a 30-foot gap between them. It set a perfect stage for me to start working on Doomy, to slowly pull down her defenses, and pull her closer and closer to the audience.
I started by stripping her down. She didn’t resist at all, and I wanted to show her off. Doomy is a bit of an athlete, with a perfect ass, firm tits and the hint of abs starting to form. I know the little slut is reading this and rubbing her clit right now, and I don’t want her to get too full of herself, but yes, she has an insanely perfect body.
And I could just keep complimenting her over and over, but I’ve learned that is not what turns her on. She’s a pure masochist, driven by pain, humiliation and shame.
With her tied up and naked, I could feel her dipping into subspace, and starting to block out the existence of the couple. I couldn’t allow it.
“Look at them,” I repeated, holding her by her neck and her hair to force her to look.
“Yes Sir,” she said.
Using the collar of Mr. Scarecrow, I jerked her face down onto the bed, bending her ass over. I started with the ping pong paddle.
As far as thuddy spanking implements go, the ping pong paddle is amazing. It spreads out a nice impact area for a normal butt cheek, and the thunderclap of a slap is such a satisfying sound. It doesn’t do a lot of long-term damage, but that sudden impact can really make a sub scream.
This was the test for the couple, even if they didn’t know it. I knew my sub could handle what I was doing to her – she had already begged me to do far worse. I needed to see if the couple was really OK watching a beautiful young woman in pain.
They were smiling.
“No squirming,” I said, holding my sub down and punctuating my growl with another spank.
I switched to the plastic hanger. It was a special request from Doomy to try it out and see how it feels. The day before, we found out it’s a great stingy toy, and it left beautiful stripes of deep bruises. I told our guests about how this dumb little slut chose her own pain. They nodded thoughtfully as I hit her again.
“What are you?” I said.
“A whore,” she mumbled softly.
“We didn’t hear you,” I said.
I loved sneaking that “we” in there, driving home the reality that she was being watched.
“A whore,” she said with a loud almost-yell. “I’m a whore.”
“That’s right. And what happens to whores like you?”
“Punishment?”
“Good girl,” I said. “You get punished for our amusement.”
My hanger spanks were more targeted now, aiming for parts of the butt where she sits. I had already bruised it up a bit earlier in the day from another scene, but she still had pain to give.
I switched to the flogger, consciously alternating between thuddy and stingy pains to make sure her mind couldn’t adjust too quickly.
Whenever she tried to squirm away, I pinned her down and hit her harder.
With each spanking toy, I gave a quick explanation to the pros and cons of the couple. In between swats, I caught them kissing each other, running their hands up and down their bodies, thoroughly enjoying the pitiful squeals of my little fucktoy.
I continued to work over Doomy’s ass until it glowed a warm red. I could feel the heat rising off her skin. I pushed a butt plug inside of her, then unshackled her wrists. The pillory portion of Mr. Scarecrow hooks to a dog collar around her neck, so it was easy to swap it out for a leash.
I gave her a moment to breathe, grabbing a kitchen chair and putting it right in the middle of the room.
“Chair,” I said. “Crawl. Now.”
I snapped my fingers and pointed, just to drive home the dehumanization.
She couldn’t move fast, because I intentionally left the spreader bar on her.
I could see Doomy wince the second her butt hit the bottom of the chair. She tried to hide it, and was casually sliding her crotch forward, sitting on mostly unbruised butt cheeks.
It made me grin. It was a nice attempt, but no. I pushed her back into the chair, forcing her to sit up straight on her bruises. My first few loops of rope tied her waist to the back, making it impossible for her to wiggle into comfort.
Next I lashed her hands behind the chair, and her ankles to the legs. I was using my roughest rope to bind her up, letting the crude jute scratch at her skin.
Finally, I connected her leash to some strands of rope between her legs. If she didn’t sit up straight, or if she dared try to escape, those ropes would rub against her pussy.
I ran my hand over her face, tilting her head up and making her look at me. My thumb brushed over her lips, then pushed into her mouth.
“Suck.” I said.
On queue, she did as she was told. She was a good little cocksucker, so just having a cock-shaped thing in her mouth was poking at her natural reflexes.
“You are completely helpless right now, you know that right?”
The brat was poked. She bit down on my thumb, enough to leave a mark.
I slapped her across the face. Again. And a third time.
Holding her by her neck, I scowled at her.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I said. “Dumb cunt.”
Provoking her was a nice excuse for me to gag her, using an O-ring that we picked out the night before. She immediately started to push her tongue through it, drooling and pouting at me.
It was a gorgeous view.
I started using the wooden spoon for some swats across her chest. Her tits started to glow red with the punishment.
Then I stuck my finger through the O-ring.
“Not so easy now, huh?” I asked, letting out an evil chuckle.
There was a gurgled wimper of disdain or helplessness or something. Honestly, I didn’t care. My little fucktoy was trapped.
I pulled out my cock and started to stroke myself in front of her face.
“Come and get it,” I said.
It was fun seeing the battle inside of her – the brat vs. the slut vs. the masochist. The slut won over, with help from the masochist. Moving forward instantly started to choke her, and the knots rubbed against her pussy.
As soon as the tip of her tongue reached my cock, I pushed myself all the way down her throat.
With her unable to control her jaw or her neck, she was nothing more than a sloppy wet hole for me to fuck. With each thrust, drool spilled out of her mouth, down her chin and over her tits.
I was getting off more on my control over her than the actual blowjob.
“Is it OK if we take off our clothes and play with ourselves?”
The couple. The question gave me a wicked smile. They wanted to escalate.
“Please do,” I said.
The husband pulled his cock out, and his wife immediately began stroking him. They were thoroughly enjoying the debasement and humiliation of my fucktoy.
I pulled out Doomy’s vibrator and some duct tape, strapping it to her clit. Using my clothespins, I clamped her nipples. With her properly squirming and hurting, I went back to fucking her gaping mouth.
We continued on like this for a bit, me fucking Doomy’s mouth, then smacking her around a bit with the wooden spoon, and the husband groaning as his wife continued to stroke him.
“Would you like to fuck her face?” I asked the husband. I was curious how much the two of them had discussed possible limits before coming over. They exchanged a quick look – excitement on the husband’s face, and approval on the wife.
They walked over together, and I started groping Doomy’s tits, encouraging them to join in. When their hands replaced mine on her tits, I moved my hands lower, making sure the vibrator was still in place, and letting my fingers slide inside of her pussy.
The husband pushed his cock towards Doomy, and again on instinct she became a good little cocksucker.
It was clear that the couple was thinking of her as a toy, not a person, and that was perfect. The wife stood on the husband’s side, stroking his cock as Doomy’s spit started to coat him.
I patted Doomy on the head.
“That’s a good little cocksucking whore,” I said.
The husband started skullfucking her as vigorously as I was. Every few strokes, though, he took a break, maybe to let Doomy catch her breath. But every time he did, the wife saw a chance to torment the fucktoy, grabbing her by the hair and pushing her mouth back down on her husband’s cock.
I kept an eye on it, making sure my sub was safe. But knowing her limits, I knew the little slut was having the time of her life. I found myself stretching and drinking as much water as I could, knowing that I’d have to take back over in a moment.
The couple hit their breaking point. The husband was close to cumming, but needed to rest for a moment. Given that he was standing up and face-fucking a college girl he met that night, and that she was tied to a chair with his wife cheering him on, it was a bit on the intense side.
They headed back over to the love seat to catch their breath, and I started to mostly untie Doomy. Just to keep her degraded, I left her ankles trapped in the spreader bar.
Then I sat down on the bed and smiled.
“Crawl over here and suck my cock, slut,” I said.
She was still a little shaken from her chair time, and the spreader bar slowed her. But she made it to my crotch and got to work.
“Fuck,” I said. “She really is a good little cocksucker. You should try her without the gag.”
The husband nodded in agreement.
“Be a good whore and go serve our guests,” I said.
Really, the goal was just to make her crawl back and forth between our cocks.
Relaxing on the couch, the husband made sure to kiss his wife and grope her tits as my fucktoy worked his cock.
I looked at the wife.
“Would you like to try her mouth?” I asked.
The wife blushed for a moment, and bit her lip. When she fully processed it, she was smiling and eagerly agreeing.
“But I need to make out with her first,” she said.
I looked at my fucktoy.
“You heard her, slut,” I said. “Be a good girl for me.”
Doomy nodded. The wife pulled off her shirt and her bra, then got down on the floor to embrace Doomy. Us men watched their tits push against each other as their kisses started gentle and finished kinky. Both of us were stroking our cocks.
When the wife was ready, she got back onto the couch and leaned back, spreading her legs. My fucktoy moved into position, licking her clit. Her husband started sucking on her tit.
With my toy’s ass in the air, I sat behind her and started fingering her pussy and asshole. Then at my suggestion, my fucktoy moved over to the husband’s cock, and I took a moment to eat out the wife’s pussy.
As a gift to the husband, I arranged it so that both women were using their mouths on his cock. They worked him over until he came.
Putting the leash back on my slut, I walked her back over to the bed. I needed a good, hard fuck. At this point, it had been all tease. With her on her back I folded her legs up and fucked her pussy as hard as a I could.
I lost track of the room for a bit, letting my primal desires take over. I could barely make out the wife sitting on the couch, watching us. The husband furiously rubbed her clit, demanding that she squirt. The loud moans of release let me know that she did as she was told.
It felt good painting my slut with cum. I didn’t offer to towel her down.
Once I caught my breath, I invited the couple closer to the bed. I made my slut get on her hands and knees, and I took the couple on a tour of all the hitting toys we had. I let them try out any that they wanted, using my slut’s red ass as a practice dummy. I purposely spent some extra time with the flogger, because it really is a perfect state of zen to meditatively swat a sub over and over.
I showed them different bruises all over her body, noting which made what. We talked a bit about what knots I used, and where to get cheap, good rope. We were all just casually naked, catching our breath and beating up on my sub. There was another round of fucking, me inside my sub’s pussy and the husband inside of the wife as the two women groped each other and kissed.
Eventually we moved into aftercare, slowly putting clothes back on and drinking as much water as possible. My sub was still a bit mindless, still processing all that we did to her, still smiling. We said our goodbyes, and the couple headed out.
The two of us collapsed into the bed, kissing and cuddling.
I held her in my arms and gave her a kiss on the head.
“You were such a good girl,” I said softly. “I’m so proud of you.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tyrf44/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_4_degradation_group
I would of loved to of been there