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“Naked, collared, and waiting in the entryway.” That was all the note said. It was waiting by the bedside table when I woke up. No time or further instructions were given, so I immediately get up and hop in the shower. While washing I caress my voluptuous body, feeling the wetness coating my thighs in anticipation of the day. I love surprises, and it had been so long since Sir had left the days’ activities to my imagination. Once I am smooth and clean, I towel off and put on my collar. Plain black leather with a simple silver D ring in the center. I love that it wasn’t too embellished or frilly. Taking a few deep breaths, I move into the entryway of our home. Kneeling on the plush carpet with my knees spread and my hands behind my back. I cast my eyes down and begin the hard part; the waiting.
I lose all sense of time, entering my happy place, and hiding away in my head. The feeling of his finger trailing along my cheek breaks me from my spell. He runs it along my chin, pulling my eyes to meet his own. I swallow and breathe deep waiting for his instruction. He says nothing, but clips a leash to my collar and turns to walk away. I immediately understand that I am to follow and since I have not been told I am allowed to stand he leads me out of the house on all fours. Putting me into the backseat of his car, my face blushes thinking of the neighbors possibly glimpsing me in this state.
My nerves continue to build as we pull up to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, looking lonely aside from the mysteriously semi-full parking lot. Sir unbuckles me and removes me from the car, allowing me to walk to the door of the warehouse. He motions for me to get on all fours again as we enter.
We move into a large dim room, filled with silhouettes of bodies, faces shadowed. There are two tables in the room, an empty large metal table, and one covered with what looks like several toys. I unconsciously move backward and hide behind Sir’s legs. He chuckles at my pathetic attempt and then begins speaking loud enough for all the people to hear. “Gentlemen, this is our fuckpig for the night. She will be used as we see fit until we have made her our personal cum dumpster.” There are some cheers and chuckling from the crowd at this point, and I feel myself getting wetter by the second. I am then pulled forward onto a table sitting in the middle of the room, laying face up legs spread. Sir runs his hand along my body, stopping to grope my tits and ass along the way. Finally, he dips his finger between my soaked pussy lips and feels my wetness. He whispers taunts into my ear as he positions me on the table. “Oh my good little whore, you are just dying to be filled and used aren’t you? You are such a desperate set of holes.” He laughs as I moan in response, and then speaks louder addressing the small crowd. “Oh, and so you all know, our little fuckpig may not cum until I tell her to. She cannot ask either, if she asks, or cums without permission, you all will get to decide her punishment.” The crowd cheers in agreement as my stomach drops. We have done orgasm control before, but I have always been able to ask for permission to cum, I have never needed to wait for him to decide to permit me.
He looks into my eyes as he spreads my legs further, exposing me even more to the crowd. Then he begins to rub my clit with large, slow circles. I arch my back and begin to moan, already beginning to worry. I’m so worked up from the anticipation that I am quickly biting my lip and holding back from orgasm. He can see the need in my eyes and a wicked smile plays across his lips. Turning to the faceless crowd, “Should I let her cum boys?” he asks, and I allow myself a second of hope before I hear the solid wall of “No” yelled as a reply. I groan in anguish and try to keep my mind focused on not cumming, whimpering, and trying to hold my hips still, trying to keep myself in check. Sir called to two men from the audience who walk up to my body. One comes up behind me and grabs my hair in his fist. The other pulls a body wand from the other table turns it on while placing it on my clit. Before I can adjust to the vibrations the evil stranger puts the wand on high and I release a scream as I cum, my orgasm completely beyond my control. As I come down from the intensity of my orgasm I can hear the crowd laughing, cheering, and jeering in anticipation of my punishment.
Sir smiles as he speaks, “Mark because you are the one who made the fuckpig cum, you get to choose her punishment.” Ashamed, I do not look up at Mark, but I can hear the smile in his voice. “Alright pig, get up and bend over the table.” I reluctantly do as I am told after an encouraging nod from Sir. I barely lay my chest on the cold metal table before I feel the sharp sting of a whip against my ass. Four more sharp stings rain down on my ass before I am allowed to stand and climb back onto the table. On all fours, this time, thankfully since my ass is still burning. Slowly all the men from the crowd come up and I see that there are 11 of them in total. They begin undressing and before I know it there is a large thick cock bobbing in front of my face. I immediately open my mouth in anticipation, and I do not have to wait long. The warm cock in front of me is slowly pushed down my throat and I feel another probing my pussy lips, this man is more patient and runs the head of his cock up and down my cunt, teasing my clit for a few seconds each time. I moan onto the cock in my throat as the man behind me unceremoniously shoves his full length into pussy.
That seems to be the cue the other men are waiting for. Suddenly hands are roaming all over my body. My nipples are pinched and pulled, my ass and thighs smacked and rubbed with abandon. I stop being a person and am only sensation. I am being choked, with my hair pulled and my breasts tortured with smacks as my Sir looks on, smiling. That is when I realize why these men seem to know exactly what I want, Sir has told them. He has no intention of me not cumming during this ordeal, he simply wants to make me cum against my will and punish me for it over and over again. It is that erotic thought that causes my second orgasm to overcome me. The man in my pussy gives into my clenching orgasm and comes inside me as the man in my throat begins pumping in and out of my mouth with greater fervor. As his cock begins throbbing in my mouth I feel him pull out, then the sprays of cum coat my face.
This time all the hands on my body fall away as I am left panting. My body is moved into the kneeling position and my hands are secured behind my back. This time Sir is the one to step up and punish me. He does so by placing clover clamps onto my hard nipples. I hate clamps, so I assume this was the punishment. But I am very wrong. Next, he picks up a cane and brings it down on my tender breasts, smirking at the red line that appears across my chest. He attaches small weights to each of the nipple clamps and waving his arm, signals for the men to begin again.
I am lifted from the table and another man takes my place, laying on his back. Placing me over top of him, I am pushed down until I am impaled on his thick cock. Pulling me forward so my tits are in the face of the man buried in my pussy, the man standing at the head of the table places his cock at my lips. But he does not enter my mouth. Instead, he waits, holding me down by my hair. He looks hungrily into my eyes and then laughs loudly when he sees surprise spread over my face. A third cock is now poking itself between my large round cheeks. The lubed dick slowly forces its way into my ass as the man in front of me begins to slowly slide his dick into my open mouth. They both enter me slowly until I am full, hips pushing against my ass and pussy, my nose presses into pubic hair. Then they all begin to move at once.
I lose myself completely. I am stuffed full and my nipples tormented by the rocking of the weights with each thrust. I am fucked until I cum, then my ass or tits take a beating and I am fucked again. It continues until I have been cum on or in by every man there, except Sir. The other men thoroughly whipped out Sir comes up and enters my abused pussy. Pumping in and out slowly as he whispers in my ear. “My pet, I am so proud of you. You are mine, and you may cum free of punishment while I fuck you.” Those magic words bring me back into myself a bit and he continues to pump in and out of me as I come, completely possessed by him.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ko8q09/the_surprise_group_sex_ds_verbal_degradation
Oh I loved this!