I am not even sure how long had passed since you placed me in the thick latex hood. It has blocked all light and most of the sound. My long braid protrudes from a hole at the top. My mouth is dry since I am forced to breath through my mouth. The mouth opening is the only exposed part of my head. I am grateful that the o-ring gag is not currently in place. You removed it so that I could eat and drink.
A thick leather collar and leather wrist and ankle cuffs round out my attire. The rest of me is uncovered, well let’s say unrestrained. I am technically covered in red welts and purple angry bruises from the days of beatings. I, of course, cannot see them, but I know them to be so.
I feel you clip the leash to my collar and you give it a tug. I immediately get on all fours. You tug me once again and I follow the leash. I am disoriented and not sure what part of the house we are in. The cold tile floor turns to cold, smooth concrete. We are in the playroom.
The playroom used to be our tv room and next door was my office. We have since taken down the wall between the two to make it one giant room. It fits about a dozen guests comfortably and houses most of our adult toys. There is a wooden horse and a St Andrews cross. Along another wall are various floggers, whips, canes, paddles, cording and other such implements to administer beatings. There is a hook in the ceiling that can easily support the weight of two adults. A sectional lines the far corner of the playroom offering comfortable seating for those that join us.
You lead me into the room but pick me up and carry me a few steps. You place me down on some kind of raised platform about the size of a twin bed. This is new. You secure my wrists to opposite corners. You do the same with my ankles. I am on my back and my body forms a giant X.
You place the o-ring gag back in its place. That is the last time you touch me for a long while and I drift off to sleep.
I wake with a cock shoved down my throat. It is not yours. From the angle, I can tell he is standing on the floor right by my head. He has moved his hands behind my neck and tilts me back. His cock dives straight down my throat. He doesn’t cum in my throat. He sprays his cum across my chest. Two sets of mouths begin to lick me clean.
There is a hand playing with my pussy lips and I moan as fingers enter me. They pump in and out. Gently at first and rougher and deeper. My moans are loud and deep. But then another cock enters my mouth, muffling the sound. Soon the two fingers turn into a fist that is pumping into me relentlessly.
My hips are bucking wildly and I moan against the cock in my mouth. The fist turns and twists as in pounds deeper into me and my pussy explodes when I cum. The fist leaves me and my ejaculate sprays from my pussy. This makes the man pull from my mouth and he cums on my face. Again someone is there to lick up the cum.
For what seems like hours my body is used. My mouth had been fucked countless times with cock and with dildos. Some dildos stuffed down my throat by hand, some by strapon.
My cunt is raw from being stuffed so much. Fingers, fists, cocks and dildos. Objects I can’t quite place. Kisses on my pussy. Sometimes I was rewarded with some detailed oral attention.
My skin is sticky with cum and saliva. My nipples ache from being pinched and twisted. They’ve been bitten and sucked. Clamps were placed at one point. They were removed and replaced several times.
My mouth and pussy used at the whim of your guests. I couldn’t even venture a guess as to how many people there were. Sometimes there was a lull where I wasn’t being used at all. But sometimes it seemed there were five or six people playing with me at a time.
Not once did I feel your familiar touch, smell your scent or have the feel of your cock in my throat nor my pussy. More than once I wondered if you were fucking one or more of the women there.
Eventually I was used less and less until I was finally left alone. I drifted off into exhausted sleep.
I woke to find that I was still strapped to the platform but the o-ring has been removed as had the latex mask. My hair was unbraided and hung in a huge mane around me.
I see you on a chair not to far from me and see you have a thin bamboo cane across your lap.
Master, I whisper.
You rise and walk towards me. The cane ready. You stop at my right side and stare down at me. I see you looking over every inch of me.
Our eyes lock as you crash the cane across the front of my thighs. I cry out and I see the thirst in your eyes. The cane comes down again and again across my thighs. Mixed in there, my breasts and stomach get a slash or two.
My beautiful whore, you finally say.
You release my bindings but I can’t move. You carry me to a waiting tub. The water is still warm and it’s quite soothing to aching body. You gently clean me and rub at my aching joints.
You tell me softly about the party and what I endured. I had been in the hood more than 24 hours. The party had exceeded twelve. In those twelve hours, there were 16 people who used me. Five of which were women, all of which you had fucked.
By the time my bath was finished, my fingers were pruned and the water was room temperature. You helped me out of the tub and wrapped me in a towel.
Lifting me, you carry me to the bed and place me down gently. You snuggle with me for a short while before positioning me on all fours. I knew what was to come. Without any prep, you position your cock against my tight hole and push your way inside my ass. Truth be told, my hole didn’t offer much resistance. My ass needed your cock…
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