I’m blindfolded and bound, uncomfortable and embarrassed.. but my pussy is wet. My Master told me to be the best little cumslut I can be, so I’ll do just that… with only a little defiance along the way.
I can feel every inch of my skin, every hair on my body. It’s cold in this place, my nipples are so hard they’re throbbing. I’m so fucking nervous; maybe because I’m naked in front of a room full of men I don’t know, and I haven’t laid eyes on a single one.
I ask,
“Are you going to let them hurt me Sir? I don’t wan–“
“Shut the fuck up, slut. Did I ask you what you wanted? I did not.”
My entire body tenses at the sound of his harsh tone. He walks over to me, footsteps heavy, making my eyes widen even though I can’t see a thing; fuck this silk cloth. I crave my vision back. Suddenly, I hear him next to my right ear.
“Arch your back, and spread your legs more. Show my friends what a good little slut you are.”
I do as I’m told and slide my knees further apart; they burn as my skin rubs the hard surface. I must be on some sort of table; it’s metal and cold. But I’ll take it… I’ll do anything He asks me to. And I know he wants me to put on my best performance for his friends.
“Count, and thank me for each and every one.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Cry, and I gag you.”
“Yes, Ma–“
I whimper at the unexpected blow, but I want his hands on every inch of me.
“One. Thank you, Sir.”
I feel two more strikes, one right after another. I scream in pleasure.
“Two and three. Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, slut. But let me remind you, you’re not supposed to like it. Who takes away the things you like, slut?”
“You do, Master… and I like it.”
I smirk. He grabs my chin and forces my face in his direction.. I’m dying to look in his eyes.
“We’ll have to fix that, won’t we slut.”
I hear his footsteps leave my side until they stop. I shiver as metal and chains collide together and the ringing fills the room. It could be anything.. but I don’t allow my imagination to overwhelm my senses.
I listen as he strolls back, until suddenly I feel a cold, rounded object trace up my right leg. More chills. More shivers. Warm liquid is poured all over my pretty little ass hole.. I have an idea where this is going. He moves near my head, and pulls the hair away from my neck. I feel a collar positioned around it. He fastens just enough so I can breath.. just enough. I begin to question my first instinct.. Do I know where this is going?
“Please fill me, Master. I need it. I feel so empty.”
He sighs.
“There you go again.. spouting what you’d like. When nobody in this room asked you a question.. Rules are rules. You really can’t keep your whore mouth shut, can you? It’s a good thing I knew you wouldn’t.”
Everyone laughs, and I’m red now.
He’s not wrong. I really should just shut the fuck up sometimes.. but I can’t help it. My pussy gets wet and she takes lead of my mind. I’m innocent. Innocent and now having her little mouth gagged because well.. my pussy isn’t so pure.
“Where were we? Oh.. what’s that? Hmm. I can’t understand whores with stuffed mouths, so sorry.”
He taunts me as I whimper; I won’t be silent. He can play like he wants me to be… but I know he likes the pathetic sounds that escape my throat.
I hear chains again, and the collar around my neck is being tugged. He’s behind me now, rubbing his lovely hands on my inner thighs.. making his way up to the very place I need him. A finger slips inside my ass, and I moan. More, please more; I beg with my hips. As if he noticed my pleads, I feel that cold round bead again.. he’s rubbing it on my ass hole now. He places his cheek against mine, and mutters in my ear so only I can hear him..
“Take a deep breath and relax, baby. Breathe, and don’t worry. You know I’ll take care of you. I’ll fill all of your insatiable little holes.”
I don’t even need to inhale deeply; those words stole my breath. Those words made every muscle in my body relinquish control to him. And just as they did, he gently pushed that cold bead into my ass until it gave in, and I gasped in relief.
“Good girl. We’re almost done.. with this part.”
The collar tugs on my neck again, and this time I feel the bead in my ass being pulled at as well.. I hear a clamp. And now I realize that I’m hooked. Every movement I make, I feel around my neck and in my ass hole. I can’t move without regret. I moan again, this time out of misery.
“Aww… don’t whine, slave. You look like the perfect little slut.”
He claps his hands together and laughs.
“Who’s first?”
**Authors note: Tell me, sluts.. would you like to know what happens next? ;)**
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zfffef/pov_a_slave_on_display