Are you a slut?”
Zoe was sitting, naked, with her hands on her lap, palms upward as she had been trained to do, when this question was asked. She replied with a simple “Yes”.
“Yes, what?” came the almost angry retort.
She glanced at him, then. Just a quick look, when the hand slapped her face hard enough to shoot stars across her vision and instantly redden her cheek. She quickly righted herself, and almost shouted a “Yes, MISTRESS!”
Zoe hadn’t been expecting this night to happen, though she was hardly surprised. He usually came through with making any off handed comment of her’s regarding a potential fantasy to come true. And here she was; in temporary service to a Domme, while he sat in the chair, watching. He wasn’t even stroking his cock, but she imagined that would change before much longer.
Her Mistress for the night had informed her that she had complete control of the evening. Her sir was not to interfere, and would not participate unless the Domme invited him to do so. Zoe had also been informed that should she use her safe word, all play would stop, the Domme would leave, and that her sir would not touch her for 24 hours. That had come from HIM. He could be so deliciously cruel at times.
“I will find out just how much of a slut you are tonight.” The Domme was a tall beauty. As tall as the man she loved and called her sir. She was statuesque, and covered with tattoos. Zoe wondered where the hell he had found this blonde, vicious beauty. She also wondered what was in the bag that ‘Mistress’ had dropped at the foot of the bed. But she dutifully replied with a “Yes, Mistress” before biting her lip.
She was positively dripping, already. Even more so when she was told that she could not look at him. ‘That will be the hardest task I have to accomplish this night’ she thought to herself. She was mostly inexperienced with women, but she desperately wanted to please this one, who stood there naked before her. She wanted to please him even more. She vowed to not say “red” tonight, no matter WHAT happened.
“Let’s see if your tongue is better at making me wet, than it is at answering me properly.” said the Domme. Zoe had no idea what her name was, but that didn’t deter her from inching forward on her knees, and darting her tongue out to the other woman’s clit; flicking it across the lips of the bald pussy that stood above her, until she could taste more than her own saliva glistening her lips. Her efforts rewarded with a soft moan, from the mouth of the woman she was servicing. She didn’t stop though, until she felt a hand grab her hair and pull her face back.
“And here I had heard you didn’t quite know what you are doing. Someone has trained you well, or you have good instincts.” The Domme said. Zoe let a smile creep across her face, and then promptly had it smacked off. “Don’t let it go to your head, you little whore. Stand up.” came the demand. “Bend over the bed.”
Zoe did as commanded, stretching her arms out to her sides, and turning her head to try to follow the woman as she strode to her bag at the end of the bed. In doing so, she caught a glimpse of her sir, and was glad to see he was rubbing the growing bulge in his trousers, but had yet to free his cock from their confines. She heard the Domme unzip her bag, and rummage through it for a moment before appearing again with what appeared to be a riding crop. This was new to Zoe, but she bit her lip again, almost dreading what was about to come. The first **whack** stung her ass, but no more than her cheek from the earlier slap.
“I am going to mark you. You will remember, that for one night, you were mine.” said the Domme, before starting to lay into her ass with the riding crop, raising whelps, and grunts of pain mixed with pleasure, as she went. Each strike causing Zoe to both jump and squeal in wonderful agony. After about fifteen or so, she felt the Domme drop the riding crop, and begin to massage the pain out of her beaten ass. Zoe enjoyed feeling her hands taking away some of the heat from the abuse she had just received, but the sudden insertion of two of the Domme’s fingers inside her wet pussy was too much, and she came immediately.
“Oh, you are a bad little whore. You came without permission.” said the Domme, not even bothering to stop fingering Zoe’s soaking pussy, driving her closer to another one. “Don’t you fucking do it.” the Domme demanded, making Zoe fight against her next orgasm. “He may let you cum when his fingers are inside you, but I won’t.” She said, using her digits to massage every pleasure center in Zoe’s nethers.
When she could feel herself losing the fight, she managed to beg the domme”Please, Mistress. May I cum?!?!?” She was disappointed, but unsurprised when the inevitable “no” came back to her, but she could not help it, and let the wave of bliss crash over her again. Her punishment was swift and severe, as she felt the fingers withdraw, a hand grip her hair, and pull her head back sharply, as another spanked her already beaten and sore ass.
“Turn over, you filthy whore” demanded the Domme. Zoe did as instructed, rolling over, and sliding up just enough so that her knees were all that were bent over the bed. The Domme then climbed up onto the bed, slapping her hand, hard, across Zoe’s pussy, then both of her tits, making her jump at the stings she felt on her body, before giving one more slap to her face.
“You are a useless little whore, who can’t even obey the simplest instructions. Your tongue isn’t good enough for my pussy.” She said as she straddled Zoe’s face. “Earn that right by eating my ass, you filthy slut.”
Zoe was beyond turned on by this. The language, the degradation, the physicality of the punishments this woman doled out, and the fact that **HE** was WATCHING all of this had her so turned on that she could have yet another orgasm if she simply squeezed her thighs together. Instead, she consciously splayed her legs wide, leaving her waxed pussy open to her sir’s eyeline while she buried her tongue into the domme’s asshole. She had only licked his ass before tonight, but she treated this woman as she would him, licking and gently probing as he would have liked. Though she couldn’t see him, she thought she could hear him unzip his trousers, and undo his belt. Even if it was her imagination, it egged her on to please the woman who sat on her face even more, so she used her tongue to practically make love to this strange woman’s ass.
All her efforts seemed to be having quite the effect on her temporary master, as Zoe could feel the other woman’s pussy begin to drip on her chin and throat. She could feel the Domme begin to work her fingers on her own clit, rhythm matching Zoe’s own probing tongue. She could also sense the Domme getting closer to her own orgasm. Zoe almost shuddered in delight, knowing that he would be pleased if she made this woman cum, or at least, helped. All of this made her redouble her efforts, willing herself to be the perfect whore for this woman, if only to please him.
“OOOHHHHhhhhhhh….” The Domme let out a soft moan with her orgasm as Zoe gently used her tongue to tease the other woman’s ass. “You may earn your slut stripes, yet.” Said the Domme as she crawled off of Zoe’s face.
Zoe almost beamed at the compliment, and she couldn’t hide her excitement at what the Domme did next. Grabbing another handful of Zoe’s hair, the Mistress dragged her up onto the bed fully, and began to fasten the restraints to her hands, before moving down to her ankles and securing them as well. Then the Domme went back to her duffel bag of tricks, and pulled out a good sized glass butt plug. It was much larger than the ones her Sir used on her, but not so big to be overly intimidating. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to wear it for hours.
Grabbing the bottle of lube that Zoe kept on the bedside table, the Domme crawled back onto the bed and forced the plug into Zoe’s mouth. Then she opened the bottle of lube and spilled out some onto her fingers, before sliding her hand under Zoe’s ass to tease and lube up her backdoor. Zoe took this chance to steal a quick glance at her Sir. She was relieved to see he had now undressed, and was stroking his very hard cock, slowly.
“I was told how much you enjoy anal. You just love getting cock in your ass, don’t you?” demanded the tattooed beauty. Zoe could only nod her head, but she did so eagerly, trying to fight off the orgasm she could feel approaching from the talented fingers in her ass. “Just like a filthy whore,” came the disparaging reply, but the shame of those words were the trigger, and Zoe had yet another orgasm. Her punishment was a swift and vicious slap to her bald pussy. The bite of it almost sending her into another one, but she was barely able to maintain control.
The Domme then took the plug from Zoe’s mouth and began to tease her clit with it, staring at Zoe the whole time, as if *daring* her to cum again without permission. Then Zoe could feel the butt plug slide downward, and she prepared herself to take it as the Domme withdrew her fingers and began to insert the plug into Zoe’s well lubed ass. Her breath caught as she struggled to keep from cumming yet again, but was able to ride that fine line for the time being.
“I’m going to fuck you with my cock, now. You may cum as much as you like when my cock is inside your filthy cunt, but not until then, and not when I pull it out.” Zoe was surprised to suddenly notice that the Domme was now standing at the foot of the bed, working her strap on over her hips. She had been so focused on keeping from having an impermissible orgasm she hadn’t realized the Domme had moved. But her eyes were glued to the woman now, and she realized just how much her Sir paid attention to her every word.
“Yes, Mistress” Zoe said as she silently thanked her Sir for allowing this fantasy to become a reality. The Domme walked up beside Zoe’s face and knelt on the bed.
Grabbing a handful of Zoe’s hair she forced her strapped on dildo into Zoe’s mouth. “Suck it like you would if it were his,” her tormentor said, before thrusting her hips forward. Zoe had no choice but to allow the rubbery schlong into her throat. The Domme held her head there as Zoe began to gag, almost retching before she relaxed and slid it out. Then the Domme repeated the whole thing. Zoe could feel her pussy begin to drip from being so wet.
And so she waited until the assault on her mouth and throat ceased before **begging** “PLEASE FUCK ME, MISTRESS!!!!” She was rewarded with a hard smack to her face, and then a hand around her throat as the vicious Domme leaned in close, kissing her hard on the mouth. Thrusting her tongue into Zoe’s mouth, and then biting Zoe’s lip as she pulled away.
“I think I will,” was all she said before sliding down the bed and positioning herself between Zoe’s legs. Zoe exploded in the first thrust, allowing herself to open the dam she had been struggling to keep closed on her own pleasure. She between the strap on and the glass plug in her ass, she felt almost as full as she had when her Sir surprised her with another man last month, for her first dual penetration. Within minutes she was floating away on a sea of bliss, drowning in orgasms and not even caring.
She had no idea how long the Domme fucked her. She wouldn’t have been able to give an answer under oath. But she knew when the Domme suddenly stopped. She knew when the Domme gently removed the plug from her ass. She knew when the Domme told her to raise her head, and placed a pillow under it.
“You have been a good little whore for me. You get a treat.” Zoe couldn’t even mumble a thank you, but she watched, curiously as the Domme undid the strap on, letting it fall to the floor, before walking to the chair where Sir sat. “You get to watch me fuck your Sir. You get to watch as I make him cum.”
Zoe’s mouth dropped in shock. The whole time they had been together, he had only cum with her! This was torture beyond cruelty! But she couldn’t take her eyes off the other woman as she lowered herself onto her Sir’s hard cock. She watched her cruel mistress shudder with pleasure as he filled her wet pussy. And she watched as the tall blonde woman began to slowly ride and gyrate her hips. And then she saw him. His eyes, peering out from around the side of this woman, while he fondled her breasts, were locked onto Zoe’s.
She watched the hot but agonizing scene in front of her for what seemed like hours, when she suddenly saw her Sir close his eyes tightly. She knew he was about to cum. And suddenly she noticed he wasn’t wearing a condom! She had to truly fight the urge to use her safe word now. the grunts from the pair of them as they simultaneously came almost triggered another orgasm from Zoe, but her bucket had been well emptied, and she didn’t think she could have another one.
“Did you enjoy watching that, whore?” came the breathy question from the Domme who slowly began to walk back to the bed.
Zoe could only nod her head. It had been incredibly hot to see, though it was the cruelest torture she had yet been forced to endure, as well.
“Good,” the Domme said, “because now you get to clean up the mess that your Sir left inside me.” The tall blonde then swiftly straddled Zoe’s face, and Sub instincts took over. Zoe’s tongue darting out of her mouth to lick the other woman, before she realized what the Domme meant. That is when she tasted **him**. HIS seed spilling from this woman. Zoe suddenly found her bucket wasn’t as emptied as she thought, as the humiliation of having to lick her Sir’s cum from this woman’s pussy drove her over the edge into a full body orgasm that lasted several minutes.
She didn’t stop licking, though. Not until the other woman, got off the bed. Zoe remained bound, but watched as she began to pack up her bag again, then slip her dress and shoes back on. The Domme slung the bag over her shoulder, and planted a quick kiss on Zoe’s cheek then whispered into her ear “**have him call me if you want to do this again.**” Then the woman left.
Sir undid her restraints, and handed her a glass of ice water, before going to draw her a hot bath. He was so good with the aftercare; always making sure she was comfortable, and relaxed and cared for after any rough play session. But she wasn’t going to forget the exceptional cruelty he displayed tonight. She would pay him back, somehow. And he would love every minute of it.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/beiir8/getting_used_for_his_pleasure