I got off the Uber, dressed as a slut. No panties, as instructed. I had a lace see-through top, a leather skirt and fishnets, which I admittedly semi-covered as I was walking towards the bar, people were looking. I knew he was in there already. With every step the delusion of prudence slid down and off me along with my jacket and my pussy already wet from being secretly exposed. I tramped towards his booth and greeted him quickly only to avoid eye contact until I was sitting right next to him. Even if covertly, or a pathetic attempt to seem so, I was already desperate for his touch, as a whore should be. I made sure our thighs were touching.
We exchanged some pleasantries from the waist up as I pointlessly looked at the menu, as it was an unspoken fact he would choose for me. From the waist down, he’d already slid his fingers under my skirt and ripped the fishnets, thrusting his fingers in. “Easy access.”, he said as I immediately responded by pushing my ass against them. Everything about me was easy at that point and would be even more so as the night progressed. I would’ve shamelessly sat on his lap only to grind against him. I started breathing heavily and didn’t even try to mask my horny eyes, and didn’t care who saw.
He looked at me and said “So the idea is to get you slightly drunk”, as if any amount of alcohol was needed to turn me into a mindless cumdump. I smiled. The waitress came along and took our order. He chose a cocktail for me in a big glass, and aside from his drink and food, ordered lemonade, which I found odd but figured he was just thirsty. I was not wrong, but not exactly right either. I had to purposely focus on him talking in this almost pretence chit-chat while all I could think about was being railed and face fucked. Our drinks came and we enjoyed them as he played with my pussy again, this time sticking his wet fingers deep into my mouth, gagging me as I tried to lick myself off him. I loved it. Use my holes, that’s what I’m here for. We kept drinking and talking as he asserted to my ear how much I liked to be treated as a dirty little slut, to which I got goosebumps as I happily assented. Yes, yes, yes; make me painfully aware of what I am. As well as I might know it, hearing it from him made it more real, as it set the tone and reinforced the foundations of control he had over me, bit by bit.
He’d casually offer me food. I wasn’t hungry, but the pull to be obedient and feel rightless was harder. I could not refuse anything that he wanted me to be, do or have. Even if I had found a sliver of willpower to refuse, a simple order would have sufficed. Somehow, the fact that I surrendered so easily, like a pet being fed, just made me sink deeper, unbeknownst to him. My mouth, among other things, was already his. I did stupidly take fries from his hand instead of eating them directly from him and liking the salt and notion of pussy off his fingertips. I am admittedly a dumb bitch, after all.
At some point, he suggested the fact that we could just finish the beers we were drinking now and he could drop me off back home instead of going with him. I froze. There was a high chance that wasn’t going to be the case, but he was cruel, so the odds were never zero. There was the slight chance that he could decide to make a point of it and my worthlessness and actually do it, simply choosing to use this cumslut at whatever other time he saw fit. “No, no, no.”, I thought and stated. He asked why, with a self-indulgent demeanor, to which I replied “Because I want you to fuck me”. He rhetorically asked something along the lines of “What makes you think you have any say on what I should do?”, amused. And there I was, sinking deeper. I could’ve drank those words as if they were cum. They kept leaving tiny marks as if made by a cane, and I wanted more.
We paid and left. In what seemed like a blink, we got to our destination. I wasn’t covering up anymore, I wanted the reception lady to know or at least assume I was a slutty whore who was there to be used. We got to the room and there wasn’t long until he ordered me to kneel and undo his pants, which I did eagerly. Finally I was gonna have that cock in my mouth. I pulled his underwear down and immediately slid my tongue from the base to the top and put it in. In and out and swirling my tongue against his gland. As a cock-craving whore whatever trace of identity I had was gone, I was just his fucktoy. His moans made me melt. I was in cloud nine. I look up and make eye contact; I want him to see me under him, how I so badly and voluntarily choose to please him and see him enjoy and acknowledge it. He grabs my head and face-fucks me for a bit. Then, he pulls me away as I am still with my tongue out, wanting more. So much so, I can’t remember if I still had my clothes off or he had already viciously pulled them off.
He makes me stand up and pushes me over the bed, puts me on my back and pins me down. He manhandles me so easily, literally as easy as handling a toy, reminding me once more how powerless I am, which only made me weaker. He kisses me and starts fingering me. I can think little beyond “Use me, use me”. As I start feeling my bladder. “I need to pee” I implicitly request. “No.” He says. I’m puzzled. “If you want to pee, you’ll have to hold it or do it here”. I didn’t quite understand. “What? But… How?”. Quite ignorantly, I took a chance and try to fight him and get off the bed to run to the bathroom. I jumped to the side and he dragged me back, I struggled, got to the edge of the bed and held onto the wooden base, but soon enough I realized it was futile and I just let go. What was I even thinking? “The most you’ll get is doing it on the counter, but no toilet”. Admittedly, it piqued my interest but I was stuck in the oddity of it. Now the drinks made sense.
I complied, of course. I got up and went to the bathroom and sat on the long counter next to the sink. He stood in front of me, looking intently.“C’mon, pee”. And just the thought of obeying overcame me. I was no longer curious or even thinking. I was nothing more than what I was at that moment. A 3-holed dirty playtoy, a bitch in heat. So I did. I peed in the counter like the lowliest fuckhole that I am and relished. Pleased, he crouched and put his mouth against my pussy and drank. He proceeded to stand up and put his lips to mine, filling my mouth hole. I receive it without a blink. Yes, yes, yes. This is what it meant to be used for pure amusement and delight. I looked directly at him, mouth full, slightly smirking. “Swallow”. He demanded. It was clear we were on the same wavelength. And so I did, with pleasure. I was so, so, so fucking horny.
He sat on the toilet and made me pee on his lap, and right after I did, he proceeded to stand and pee on the toilet himself, as he had the right to. I couldn’t help but to stick my tongue out and try to reach his dick as he held on to my hair with his fist, preventing me from doing so. Yes, I couldn’t get enough and he was pulling my hair back so I wouldn’t drink his piss, which I managed to do anyways as he slightly loosen the grip, seeing I actually wanted it.
He let go of me. The floor was a mess. “Clean it up”, he ordered as I reached for paper and kneeled on the floor over my own mess. He sat next to the sink, arms crossed, above me. I lowered my head in shame and and nervous giggle. I could sense his stand and attitude even from afar. Looking back up, I caught his piercing glance. I got goosebumps. “Look at you, kneeling over in your own fucking mess, after all you did”. I lowered my face again. “And you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”, he continued as I kept wiping the floor with paper. “Yes”, I stated, accepting. I kept cleaning, and he kept watching me. Even after everything that happened, this sole revolting yet delightful situation made me painfully aware of the growing hold he was starting to have on me.
“You may shower now”. I did as he went back to the room. I cleaned myself and enjoyed the hot water while my mind reflected on what had happened. I was nastier than I thought myself to be, and I loved it. After a while he came back and stepped in. “Wash me”. I abided. I put some soap on my hands and started lathering it over his chest and abdomen. I crouched as I went through his thighs, calves and feet. As I was slowly going up through the back of his legs and buttocks my face was directly in front of his prick and as I stroked it with my hand to cover it with soap I thought about putting it in my mouth once more, but continued my task. I stood up as he turned around and did his back and neck, pressing hand with my thumbs for a makeshift massage. “That’s nice”, he moaned softly. I smiled.
We dried ourselves and as we stood in the bathroom, he pointed behind him and I immediately got on my knees and raised my head and grabbed his thighs, bringing my head and tongue into his ass. I licked it wholly and then stuck my tongue in, trying to get as much of him as I could in the most degrading way possible. I loved it. As the complete anal bitch that I was, I kept swirling in and out until he wanted me to stop. It all felt so natural to me. This was my place.
As I stood up and in the midst of my musings he started talking and stroked my hair. “Good girl. I don’t punish good girls”. I was giddy.
We came back to the room and after what I only remember as pleasure, I was laying on my back with my knees raised and his head between my legs. “It tastes so much better bare”. I moaned and sighed for what seemed like forever, in a good way, of course. Toys can be licked as well, it seems, I thought. Who would’ve thought being a needy cumslut could be so rewarding.
After that, he positioned me in all fours and took out a cane. “Funishment!”, I guessed. It wasn’t long before I could feel the hard stings behind me. Those thin, sharp hits burning my skin. I particularly remember the welts left on my thighs, since I kept seeing them hours, days, weeks after. I can still see them. He seemed to switch tools; I looked back and saw the belt. I felt the first strike, milder yet ardent, but as the lashes hit, the pain increased and it soon escalated from dry moans, to whimpers, to screams. I could see myself in the mirror in front of me as the painslut that I was. He could see everything.
After a while, he stopped and sat on the bed, ordering me to lie on my stomach. He rubbed some lotion on my ass. It was smooth and nice, I rested my head on the bed looking to the side and sighed. “Better?”. “Yes. Thank you”. We lied on our back for a while looking at the ceiling, talking about things that happen outside the room, outside This. He gently stroked my arm, my hair and gave me a treat which I received from his fingers. The notion of licking his fingers always vaguely reminded me of sucking him. I liked having the chance to even graze his digits with my tongue.
He rose and went for something. “Don’t look”. I wasn’t even worried by this point, not because I didn’t fear him, but because I had surrendered completely. I just waited and followed. When he came back he rubbed something all over my pussy. It felt kind of funny and I thought it was one of those tingly lubes, but it kept getting stronger, it was static-like, then it burned and it started driving me insane. I squirmed and went around the bed, sitting on muy knees with my palms on the covers. I wiggled my ass and pushed my head against the mattress to try and suppress my wailing. Kept tossing and turning as he contemplated amused. “Do you wanna know what it is?”. “YES”.
…”Wasabi”.
I was shocked. Really? I had wasabi on my clit. Of course I wasn’t troubled. All unimportant thoughts, because the one thing that was clear is that I was there to be used, abused and toyed with. He positioned himself behind me and proceeded to ass-fuck me. I pushed my head down and looked directly into the mirror. Oh god. The sight of me pushed down as he grabbed my hips to thrust made me even hornier. In that moment I didn’t want for it to stop, ever. Eventually, it did. It wasn’t all that bad, though: he was lying on the bed. I turned around and got that cock in my mouth once again, he had put lube on it, it was flavored and made me salivate, which was fitting. Covering it with my tongue, going through his balls and up again, I licked and sucked, trying to get as much as I could in my throat as if I could keep it there somehow. I enjoyed myself throughly and got his load on my face and mouth. A good little whore like me swallowed as much as I could. I placed my cheek on his pelvis and occasionally readjusted, touching his dick slightly. At some point, we feel asleep. It was 1:30am.
We quickly got up, got dressed and left, sadly back to reality. Got into the car and off we went, in complete silence. I was blissful and relaxed. My body was in the car, but the rest of me stayed in that room. Wondered what went through his mind. Upon arriving to my building he pulled over, I undid my belt and kissed him goodbye on the cheek. I turned my face around to open the door and I felt him grab a fistful of my hair, pulling me to face him and to his mouth, violently sticking his tongue into my mind and kissing me hard. It felt like a reminder of property.
Perhaps neither of us had quite left that room yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12inopl/bdsm_used_as_a_fucktoy_by_friend