Mali had been ordered back onto her feet three more times in that first session. There probably would have been a fourth if Freya’s hands hadn’t started to ache with the countless repeated blows to her friend turned thing’s buttocks and pussy. Mali’s usually pale sizeable bottom cheeks had been left bright red and sore while Seth’s description of her pussy during the final inspection as ‘raw’ was spot on.
That inspection had been Freya’s suggestion following Mali’s final collapse to the floor.. the woman left lying shaking and curled in ball in a puddle of her own mess and lube… a potent mix of her pussy’s wetness, sweat, tears, lube and most embarrassingly of all, her own urine. Mali had found herself betrayed by her bladder as each orgasm had hit. Maybe it was the sheer force of them, they were certainly bigger and more consuming than anything she’d ever experienced before, the drinks she’d had to calm her nerves before arriving at their house hadn’t helped either, but the six small but heavy metal balls still firmly filling her pussy seemed to have been the tipping point.
“Lie on your back, spread your legs and pull them back” Freya had ordered. “I, I can’t… please…” implored a whimpering Mali before somehow having the peace of mind to add “mistress”.
“Don’t worry.” Freya retorted, “We’re nearly done with you for tonight. No more orgasms, no more spanking. I just want to see if we’ve made any progress with your pussy, you filthy girl. You’ve definitely made a mess of yourself at least” laughed Freya.
Still blindfolded Mali did as she was told, increasingly conscious as she rolled over that she was lying on a wet wooden floor, with her legs, buttocks, back and long hair all now damp, cold and smelling of her own body’s fluids. As she pulled back her legs a fresh wave of degradation hit her… here she was, dirty, used and vulnerable. Her middle-aged, stuffed, hairy pussy on show, her arse – already stinging from being spanked hard – now smarting all the more for lying in a humiliating puddle of her own making.
“Time to take those balls out” said Freya, fascinated by the view in front of her and quietly thrilled by Mali’s seeming acceptance of everything that was to be asked of her. Before today Freya had never seen another woman’s pussy in real life, now she was not only looking at one but one she was responsible for turning into a swollen mess. “We should make her push them out” called Seth, still seated in the winged, leather armchair in the corner of the couple’s guest room.
“I think she’s suffered enough for this first session…” started Freya before noticing Mali’s post-orgasm exposed pussy naturally clenching and relaxing as her body attempted to rid itself of the balls that had been in there for close to an hour… “Actually I think you’re right Seth. Push you filthy girl, if you want to be ruined you’re going to have to work for it. If you really want a pussy that looks and feels as if its given birth you’re going to have to learn to push and push damn hard”
Mali did as she was instructed. At first it felt as though it was going to be impossible, the balls somehow seemed to have gotten deeper into her tight pussy with every orgasm. But soon her muscles started to cooperate and the first of the balls started to show itself at the entrance to her spread hole. If the situation for Mali hadn’t been shameful and embarrassing enough her final big push caused her to release a loud involuntarily fart as the balls cascaded in a sloppy torrent from her pussy. Seth and Freya collapsed with laughter, Mali was left mortified – a fact not lost on Seth as the couple regained their composure.
“Freya and I are leaving the room now. Once you hear the door close you may remove your blindfold and get dressed – you are not however to clean yourself up first or put your underwear back on – just your dress, boots and your coat.” Seth glanced at Freya to make sure she was happy with his command, she smiled back and nodded. Seth continued “You are not to wash when you get home either, you are to go to bed dirty… like the filthy girl you are. We’ll send you new instructions in the morning.” And with that the door closed and they left the room.
Mali’s drive home from that first session was a difficult one and she struggled to concentrate on the road – her bottom hurt, her pussy ached, her hair was matted, her skin was sticky and she reeked of sex, sweat and piss. She was consumed with shame and embarrassment and yet… she craved more, oh, so much more.
Part Six… Coming soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x6qmii/malis_descent_into_depravity_part_five_fmf_mfdom