Inspection [MFF] [BDSM] [Rope] [Struggle] [Degradation]

I had no choice but to meet them in the lobby.

One of these days, I’ll have a sub knock on my door and turn around, letting me blindfold and use her before she lays eyes on me. But so long as I have a habit of staying in relatively nice hotel rooms, I have to deal with hotel security measures, like needing a key card to use the elevator.

Plus a short chat in the lobby is generally good for a sub’s nerves, to help them steel themselves for a night of being a fucktoy.

Tonight, it was slightly different than normal. I made sure I was in the lobby to greet both of them. Sylvia was a little early, coming into the lobby about a minute after me. I gave her a big hug, that of an old friend. Unless you saw it from a different angle, then I was an old friend giving her ass cheek a tight squeeze.

Of course, we hadn’t actually met before that moment. We’d been online friends for ages, but actually face-to-face? I could tell she was a bundle of nerves.

Even with all of her muscles tight, she was gorgeous. Brown hair and eyes, and an athletic physique she was extremely proud of barely hiding under a pastel sundress. She had been sending me nudes of her perfect ass and big, firm tits for years, serving as one of my favorite muses for my sketches.

She had a small duffle bag and a roll-around suitcase, as instructed.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, casually tapping her knee.

“Super nervous, super excited,” she said.

“That’s good. If you weren’t nervous, that would be weird.”

She nodded.

“Any word from Z?”

I checked my phone out of habit, but I knew the answer already.

“She says she’s on her way,” I said.

Z was sub No. 2. She was a fan of my stories, and got really excited when she realized I was coming to her city. So excited that her first DM to me was her cute, tiny tits and trimmed pussy. It was a fun thing to wake up to. Less fun was the two days it took her to build up the courage to chat with me. But eventually, she remembered how to type.

After Z finally confirmed that she was, in fact, a real woman with a slutty desire to be used by me, we started planning out the scene. All that remained now was for her to not get cold feet.

I’ve done this enough times that I’ve seen the familiar, simple excuses – not feeling well, car trouble, work. Sluts with cold feet apparently have the worst-possible cars. Honestly, I didn’t mind it. If the nerves were too much, then tapping out was fine. And Sylvia was aware that it meant if Z didn’t show, I’d be twice as rough with her – so she didn’t mind, either.

About three minutes after 7, Z walked into the lobby. She was doing her best to look calm and slutty, wearing a torn mesh top under a tight tank top, an almost-too-short red skirt, white knee-high socks and black sneakers. Her little backpack was tugging at her skirt, and she had a reusable shopping bag in her hands. The fake red of her hair matched her skirt, and her eyeliner was overly thick.

I gave Z a butt-squeezing hug, noting that I had to bend down quite a bit more for her than I did for Silvia.

At times, I’ve let these lobby meet-and-greets drag on for about an hour. It’s enough time to let the adrenaline from the flight-or-fight reaction to burn off, and the rising horniness to peak.

With the two sluts getting to talk face-to-face, and complimenting each other’s outfits, things calmed down fast. The three of us were in the elevator within 10 minutes.

In the room, I had Sylvia put her roll-around in the closet, and I set the duffel on the bed. Looking at Z’s bags, I was still a little puzzled.

“Which is which?” I asked.

She pointed at the shopping bag, and said, “Clothes.” Then she handed me her backpack, with a quick, “Toys.”

The shopping bag went into the closet, and the backpack went on the bed.

“Set your phone notifications on, and hand them to me,” I said.

My voice was starting to take on a stern edge. Both women started to hunch over a little more, a natural reaction. They handed me their phones, and I set them side-by-side on the counter under the television, making sure they could see where they were.

I pulled out my phone, and flipped it over to the camera mode. I started recording a video of Silvia’s face.

“Repeat after me,” I said. “I, Silvia, fully consent to what is about to happen to me.”

“I, Silvia, fully consent to what is about to happen to me.”

“I am aware that I will be treated roughly, that I may receive bruises, and that I will be used as a fucktoy.”

She was lightly grinning when she got to the word fucktoy.

“Good,” I said. “Are you aware of what the safewords are?”

Sylvia nodded, then answered, “Red, yellow, green.”

“And three taps, if your mouth is covered.”

“And three taps, if my mouth is covered, Sir,” she quickly added, trying to get bonus points with the sir.

I repeated the process with Z. She got extremely nervous around calling herself a fucktoy, but eagerly answered the safewords question.

I put my phone next to theirs, then pulled on my black nitrile gloves. With my sleeves rolled up and shirt tucked into my slacks, it was a lot of black. I was tempted to go full goth, maybe adding some eyeliner. But right now, it set a good mood.

The thin gloves where surgical in nature and disposable. I used them when working with toxic chemicals for my art. For kink scenes, they removed some of the comfort of human touch, helping dehumanize my sluts.

I started with Z, grabbing her by the top of her neck, giving me control to move her head side to side.

I examined her like a soulless doll, a quiet scowl on my face. I brushed my fingers over some of the facial features I liked, her cheekbones, her up-turned nose. I let my artist instincts take over, studying her.

My fingertips rolled over her lips, though the dark lipstick didn’t appear to get on my glove.

“Open,” I said.

Z opened her mouth on command. I pushed one finger inside of her mouth, not enough to gag her – yet.

“Suck.”

Her lips clamped down as she fellated the tip of my finger. I could feel her tongue start to massage me. My cock throbbed in my pants, but I stayed in control.

“Good,” I said, pulling my finger out. I tore off a four-inch chunk of duct tape and covered her mouth.

Repeating the inspection on Sylvia, I noticed her finger-sucking was different. She couldn’t resist adding a head-bob to her sucking, trying to pump me already. It occured to me that both of these sluts were very competitive, and would likely try to out-cocksuck each other.

With both mouths taped, I got the collars out – one black and one blue.

I snapped the blue one around Sylvia’s neck.

“This is your collar,” I said. “This is also your name. You’re now Blue.”

Blue nodded. Black gave an excited wiggle with her new name.

“Face the wall, hands behind your back,” I said.

Both sluts turned. I had color-coded rope for both of them, a deep blue and a shiny black. I opted for a simple palm-to-palm tie, cuffing them up and keeping the knots away from their bratty fingertips.

Hands well-tied behind the back are the single-most effective way of binding someone. All other knots and ties are more or less for show.

“Face me,” I said.

Black and Blue turned away from the wall. Both of them eyed the scissors in my hands. They knew what was going to happen.

Methodically, I started shredding away Blue’s dress. Underneath was a pair of plain white panies and no bra. The lack of bra was very much intentional, not because of kink, but because she didn’t want to lose $50 worth of underwear. I gave the panties two quick cuts, then tossed their cottony scraps onto the bed. The dress fell to the ground.

Black was far more annoying to process. I had a hunch she spent weeks going through thrift stores to put together her disposable slut look.

The tank top was easy enough to peel off, revealing a torn and tattered fishnet top with nothing underneath. Her lack of bra might not have been financial, as there was a chance she just didn’t own one.

I was mildly kind with the skirt, cutting a neat line up a side edge. With some safety pins or some basic sewing, she might be able to salvage it later. That left her with knee-high socks and a black g-string. I snipped the strings of her underwear, putting the wreckage next to Blue’s white panties. And I left the socks on, for … reasons.

Continuing the inspection of Black’s body, I roughly pawed at her small tits. Her nipples where already hard, possibly from being almost naked, definitely from the excitement. I pulled and twisted on one. She resisted at first, trying to stay stone-faced, until I pinched harder. Her forehead knitted up in pain, and she squinted. The tape-muffled groan was perfect.

I put one of my feet between Black’s, then raised my knee. As she was starting to lose balance, I growled out, “Spread.”

I could have told her to spread first. But what would be the fun in that?

When her legs were wide enough, I let my gloved hands start my inspection of her pussy. Just running the tip of my finger over her pussy lips was enough to make things slippery. I slid the finger inside of her. She was noticeably tight.

“Face the wall,” I said.

Black did as she told. I pushed her face against the wall, making her butt push out. I gave each cheek a squeeze, then a light spank to see how it bounced. It was a tiny little bubble butt, but enough jiggle that I could have fucked her then and there. I needed to focus.

I let her stand up straight and take her face off the wall, but I didn’t let her turn around. She could stare at the wall while I inspected Blue.

Blue’s tits were a work of art. Full, firm, and more than a handful. She had larger nipples than Black, with the whole areola getting puffy as she got aroused. Blue’s face was instantly pleasure-filled the second I started pinching and twisting. I didn’t stop until her knees buckled a little.

Allowing myself a quick moment, I kissed, then licked a nipple. Then a quick bite.

I took a moment to trace my fingers down her abs, tracing the lines of her muscles.

Blue was clever enough to spread her legs before I forced them open. But because she didn’t humiliate herself, I had to be rougher with my fingers. She squirmed with two fingers inside of her.

Testing her ass, there was a glorious jiggle to each spank. It was so good, I was mad at her for making me want to ignore Black and use her. She needed to be punished.

Not letting her stand up straight, I dragged her by the hair to the small office area of my hotel suite. It had a rolling office chair, and a classic four-legged wooden chair. I pushed her down into the latter, and started tying her ankles to the chair legs.

I also attached her collar to her wrists, then connected that to the back legs of the chair. Blue was going nowhere.

Digging through Blue’s toy bag, I got her vibrator out. I turned it on, teasing it against her body until it was coated in her pussy juices. When it was properly lubed, I pressed it against her clit, and anchored it with duct tape.

I angled her chair to face the bed, then fetched Black.

“Stand here,” I said, placing her next to the edge of the bed.

“Right now, I know you want to be a little slut, and feel what it’s like to be used all night long,” I said.

There was a smile in her eyes.

“But I’m going to give you a chance to escape,” I said.

She took a moment to take stock of her situation – wearing only socks and her mouth duct-taped, her hands tied behind her back… Even in her wildest exhibition desires, she clearly didn’t want to run through a hotel lobby like that.

“I want the struggle,” I said. “And I want you to mean it.”

I set three one hundred dollar bills next to the room’s door.

“If you can reach these, they’re yours,” I said. “But you have to reach them before I cum inside of you.”

Her eyes went wide with excitement. It was so easy. She just needed to scurvy past me… She just needed to get her tiny, 5’0 frame past my 6’2 behemoth form…

My arm across her stomach nearly knocked the wind out of her, my shoulder hitting her square. Years of practice as a linebacker for my high school football team, and 25 years later the instincts were still there.

I wrapped my arms around Black into a bear hug. She kicked impotently. I held one arm over her thighs to limit her damage, and lifted, rushing her back to the bed in three steps. Slamming her onto her back, completely taking her arms out of the equation.

I wrapped one of my hands around her neck to pin her down, using my free hand to unbuckle my pants. I’d need that belt later. Right now, I needed to hurt Black’s little cunt with my thick, hard cock.

She switched from trying to kick me off of her to locking her legs together, hopely putting her pussy off-limits.

With my pants off, I had no problem grabbing an ankle in each hand, prying her open and pushing her knees to her chest. I thought about how folding her in half was going to make her pussy even tighter, and smiled.

This was really going to hurt, and she was going to love it.

Pinned under my weight, feeling my cock throb inside of her cunt, she still tried her hardest to resist. Wriggling, cursing under her duct-taped mouth. Head thrashing side to side.

The duct tape came loose.

“You asshole,” she spat at me. “You fucking asshole.”

I slapped her across her face, and could feel her pussy squeeze my cock in a reflex.

“Fuck,” she moaned out.

She wanted to play the struggling victim more, but her brain plunged deep into subspace. She wasn’t a victim. She was a fucktoy.

Seeing her bliss was the last push I needed, and I felt my cock cum hard inside of her. I gave it a couple more thrusts, cumming harder and harder each time. Then took a deep gasp of air, with a smile.

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” I said.

Black nodded docily, straining to keep her legs open as I pulled out of her.

I walked over to Blue, who was squirming on her chair.

“Does this little slut need a taste?”

She nodded.

I tore the tape off her mouth, then shoved my cock past her lips. She eagerly started to suck off the cum and Black’s pussy juices off my shaft. I needed more.

I unhooked Blue from the chair, but left the vibrator on her clit.

“Come with me, you little slut,” I said, guiding Blue over to Black’s spread legs.

Blue knew what I needed her to do, sucking my cum out of Black’s pussy, and making Black moan like a whore as she started teasing her clit with her tongue. I almost wanted to untie Blue’s hands.

That is, if Blue’s ass wasn’t so fucking distracting. With her bent over and licking Black’s pussy, her ass was perfectly lined up for me to slide my still-hard cock into her pussy. I could feel the taped-up vibrator thrumming against us. It sent a jolt through me, making me fuck Blue harder, making Blue moan against Black’s clit, making Black lose control to an orgasm.

I pulled Blue’s hair up, prying her away from Black’s pussy.

“You dirty little whore,” I said. “You made that slut cum.”

“Nnnngh,” Blue moaned.

“Tell me what a dirty little whore you are,” I said.

“I’m a dirty little whore for Daddy,” Blue moaned.

She knew how to push my buttons.

I pushed her face back down into the mattress, and started pushing my thighs harder and harder. Pumping her tight little cunt. I could feel the vibrator fall off, and that pissed me off. I pushed that anger into each thrust of my cock, growling.

“I’m a whore I’m a whore I’m a whore,” Blue mumbled into the mattress.

One more thrust. Another. Another. I could feel it coming.

I pulled out, then dragged Blue’s face under my cock. Black squirmed around. Neither were particularly nimble without their arms.

The first couple ropes of cum hit Blue in her face. Black finally got turned around, and started licking the cum off of Blue. The next rope splattered both of them. There wasn’t as much as the first load, and there were more to come… but seeing these sluts groom the jizz off of each other’s faces was perfection.

They smiled, and I untied their hands.

“Good girls,” I said, kissing them on their foreheads.

“What’s next?” asked Black.

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