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"Robyn, you really need to learn: you are my whore. You are mine to do as I wish. And you will learn your lesson."
I nodded, as I stood in front of David, receiving this lecture. I dared not look him in the eyes, I was too embarrassed.
"Now, I know you have been sick recently, but you are better now, aren't you?" I nodded again.
"You have a lot of punishment accumulated, and I am going to enjoy inflicting it on you, and watching you take it."
I gulped. I was nervous, even scared a little.
I hoped that I looked OK. I was wearing a micro-skirt, tight, red, barely covering my cheeks. Black sheer stockings, and my highest heels. A black lacy top, straining with my C-cup forms. Fairly dark blue eye shadow was unusual for me, but combined with the extreme ruby-red lippy, it did give me a little bit of a slutty look, somewhat removed from my usual housewife/secretary style.
"Stand here," and I was led to a kitchen chair. My hands were placed on the back of the chair. "Spread your legs."
I parted my legs as I gripped the chair back, knowing the tiny skirt really covered nothing. I was so very exposed.
"Ten strokes is your first punishment, slut."
I heard a swish or two as David warmed up. Crack! The crop smacked across my bottom. Yow! Crack! Another. I yelped. Crack! Another. Yow! I brought a hand around to rub my bottom. It was slapped away.
Crack! Lower on my bottom. Crack! Yowwwwww... I bounced around on my heels, shifting weight side to side. This was not fun.
"Take your panties down, whore," I was ordered. Oh no. How embarrassing! I slowly peeled down my lacy black panties, down my thighs to just above my knees. I was really exposed now.
"Show me your slut-hole." Oh gods. Could it get worse? I held a cheek in each hand as I spread myself. I had to shuffle on my heels a little. "Wider."
I was so glad David could not see my face. It would have been beet-red in utter humiliation. I jumped a little as I felt something at my most private space. A finger, cold, lubricated. Gently probing. Just entering me a little. Depositing lubricant. No doubt for later use.
Then.... crack! Youch. The cropping resumed. I moved my hands wider, still holding myself open and exposed. Crack! Ow. That hit my hand a little. I snatched it away. Crack! Before I could even get my hand back.
"Wider, cunt," David snarled. And my hands resumed pulling my cheeks wide apart. Swish, crack! Right on my pussy! I yelped, bounced forward, pulled my hands away.
"Back." I moved back into position. Crack! Another swat, right on my hole. "You are useless," and suddenly two fast, hard cracks across my cheeks. I'm sure it was more than ten by now.
I was led through the house, waddling as my panties around my thighs impeded me. We approached a closed door. Sticking out from the door, around a metre off the floor was a large dildo, attached by suction cup. A chair beside held lube, a towel, and some condoms.
"Robyn, you are going to fuck yourself two hundred times now," I was shaking my head. "And come off the cock completely every twenty thrusts."
I was starting to protest, and David produced a ball gag. He popped it into my mouth, and buckled it behind my head.
"What are you waiting for?"
I measured myself against the height of the attached dildo, sliding it down a little. I then pumped a little lube onto my fingers, and smeared it around and in my tight, sore little hole. David just watched, smirked, and oh my.... was recording with a camera.
I peeled a condom all the way along the dildo. It felt enormous in my hands. I then applied lubricant all along its length.
At last I was ready. I backed myself towards the monster, guiding it with my hands. I pushed back as I spread myself, and led the huge knob just inside myself. Ahhhh.... I relaxed my muscles, and the head pressed in, deeper. It took a few moments, but finally it was completely within me. I eased off, and moved forward, and then back. That was two, I guess.
I started a rhythm, in, out, back forth. After ten or twelve, I eased off completely, and added more lube. Sliding back on was easier then.
After twenty I pulled right off, and looked at David. He nodded while filming, and I slid back on.
It became a routine, a pattern. I was basically fucking myself endlessly. At times I just closed my eyes, giving myself to the feeling of being totally filled, of being totally fucked. I tried to keep count, making sure I eased off each twenty.
The pleasure of the full entry after each twenty, the incredible feeling of utter fullness each time was amazing. By some time after about a hundred and twenty I was letting out a little moan every fuck. I had ceased caring about being videoed. I had ceased caring about nearly everything. I was pressing back harder. I was thrusting back harder each time.
I was drooling helplessly into the gag, my eyes were closed most of the time now.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As I bounced against the huge plastic cock. I had stopped counting. Sometimes I eased all the way off, whether it was twenty or not, just to feel it thrust all the way inside me again.
I registered a coldness on my thighs. A sticky feeling. Oh. Drips from my cage, cold long lines of my juice.
I had lost track of time. My whole world was this huge cock, and my now-not-so-tight hole.
"Get off, whore," I heard in a haze."You are enjoying this too much."
I felt so empty, as I was pulled off the plastic intruder. And again, I was led through the house on wobbly legs.
I was pushed face down onto a bed, so lovely and comfortable. Ahhhh.... "Another ten, I think," I heard.
And again I was cropped. This time I was lying on a bed, as stroke after stroke cracked across my poor bottom. I screamed and whimpered into the bed. It seemed to never end. But it did.
I lay there, my jaw aching from the gag, my bottom on fire from the cropping.
I felt a weight beside me on the bed. Hands unbuckling the dreaded gag. Ahhh.... fresh air... I smiled at David.
He smiled back. "Now, two hundred sucks, he said. It took me a moment to register. Oh. Oh well, OK, I thought.
I positioned myself in a comfortable position; David had removed his trousers. I fished the object of my desire out of his undies, and set about my task. This was not going to be a punishment at all!
I licked and sucked. I held his gorgeous cock in my hand as I bounced up and down. I took him deep, and shallow. I went all the way, and choked and spluttered, and then took him shallow for a time. Always, always returning for more. I could not get enough.
I kept a vague count, but, just like my earlier self-fucking, I sort-of lost count around the mid hundreds. My world was now focussed on this wonderful cock. I moved positions, rearranged both him and myself, but kept at the job. Suck. Suck. Suck. Lick. Suck. In. Out. Down. Choke. Gasp. Out. Suck. Suck.
Again, I think David had a camera trained on the action at times. By now though, the humiliation was gone. I was just impossibly horny. It seemed like my little clitty just leaked juice constantly in its cage. There was no pleasure there, just cold, sticky, gooey. But that did not matter.
"Please cum," I begged David. "I want your juices."
"You must hold it in your slut-mouth, not swallow," I was told. I nodded as I continued to bob up and down.
Finally, gripping his beautiful cock like a broom handle, I pumped and sucked as I felt it explode. Thrust after thrust. Filling my mouth. Oh my! There was so much! Some oozed out of my lips. I did everything I could to hold as much as I could in my mouth. Finally, semi-hard, he slipped out of my mouth. I was panting, exhausted, but retaining his precious juices.
"Do not spill a drop," and I was helped off the bed, back towards the kitchen again.
The dildo which had so fucked me earlier was placed on the seat of a chair. Some lube applied, and I was eased down, sitting impaled on the monster. The horrid gag returned, trapping all David' juices in my mouth. Worse now, a blindfold was pulled across my eyes. And my hands were grabbed, and tied behind me.
I was plugged, gagged, blind, bound. And I was left there.
I don't know how long I waited. Not that I had a choice. I occasionally heard David moving in the house. I certainly heard the TV at times. I think I head him on the phone.
Just to amuse myself at times I fucked myself a little on the intruder, raising myself up and down. Other times I just clenched and unclenched my pussy muscles, pretending I was milking the cock. But mostly I was too sore and tired to do much.
Finally, I heard a sound outside. A knock at the door? What? David answering the door. Talking. And two pairs of footsteps approaching me as I waited helplessly.
I nodded, as I stood in front of David, receiving this lecture. I dared not look him in the eyes, I was too embarrassed.
"Now, I know you have been sick recently, but you are better now, aren't you?" I nodded again.
"You have a lot of punishment accumulated, and I am going to enjoy inflicting it on you, and watching you take it."
I gulped. I was nervous, even scared a little.
I hoped that I looked OK. I was wearing a micro-skirt, tight, red, barely covering my cheeks. Black sheer stockings, and my highest heels. A black lacy top, straining with my C-cup forms. Fairly dark blue eye shadow was unusual for me, but combined with the extreme ruby-red lippy, it did give me a little bit of a slutty look, somewhat removed from my usual housewife/secretary style.
"Stand here," and I was led to a kitchen chair. My hands were placed on the back of the chair. "Spread your legs."
I parted my legs as I gripped the chair back, knowing the tiny skirt really covered nothing. I was so very exposed.
"Ten strokes is your first punishment, slut."
I heard a swish or two as David warmed up. Crack! The crop smacked across my bottom. Yow! Crack! Another. I yelped. Crack! Another. Yow! I brought a hand around to rub my bottom. It was slapped away.
Crack! Lower on my bottom. Crack! Yowwwwww... I bounced around on my heels, shifting weight side to side. This was not fun.
"Take your panties down, whore," I was ordered. Oh no. How embarrassing! I slowly peeled down my lacy black panties, down my thighs to just above my knees. I was really exposed now.
"Show me your slut-hole." Oh gods. Could it get worse? I held a cheek in each hand as I spread myself. I had to shuffle on my heels a little. "Wider."
I was so glad David could not see my face. It would have been beet-red in utter humiliation. I jumped a little as I felt something at my most private space. A finger, cold, lubricated. Gently probing. Just entering me a little. Depositing lubricant. No doubt for later use.
Then.... crack! Youch. The cropping resumed. I moved my hands wider, still holding myself open and exposed. Crack! Ow. That hit my hand a little. I snatched it away. Crack! Before I could even get my hand back.
"Wider, cunt," David snarled. And my hands resumed pulling my cheeks wide apart. Swish, crack! Right on my pussy! I yelped, bounced forward, pulled my hands away.
"Back." I moved back into position. Crack! Another swat, right on my hole. "You are useless," and suddenly two fast, hard cracks across my cheeks. I'm sure it was more than ten by now.
I was led through the house, waddling as my panties around my thighs impeded me. We approached a closed door. Sticking out from the door, around a metre off the floor was a large dildo, attached by suction cup. A chair beside held lube, a towel, and some condoms.
"Robyn, you are going to fuck yourself two hundred times now," I was shaking my head. "And come off the cock completely every twenty thrusts."
I was starting to protest, and David produced a ball gag. He popped it into my mouth, and buckled it behind my head.
"What are you waiting for?"
I measured myself against the height of the attached dildo, sliding it down a little. I then pumped a little lube onto my fingers, and smeared it around and in my tight, sore little hole. David just watched, smirked, and oh my.... was recording with a camera.
I peeled a condom all the way along the dildo. It felt enormous in my hands. I then applied lubricant all along its length.
At last I was ready. I backed myself towards the monster, guiding it with my hands. I pushed back as I spread myself, and led the huge knob just inside myself. Ahhhh.... I relaxed my muscles, and the head pressed in, deeper. It took a few moments, but finally it was completely within me. I eased off, and moved forward, and then back. That was two, I guess.
I started a rhythm, in, out, back forth. After ten or twelve, I eased off completely, and added more lube. Sliding back on was easier then.
After twenty I pulled right off, and looked at David. He nodded while filming, and I slid back on.
It became a routine, a pattern. I was basically fucking myself endlessly. At times I just closed my eyes, giving myself to the feeling of being totally filled, of being totally fucked. I tried to keep count, making sure I eased off each twenty.
The pleasure of the full entry after each twenty, the incredible feeling of utter fullness each time was amazing. By some time after about a hundred and twenty I was letting out a little moan every fuck. I had ceased caring about being videoed. I had ceased caring about nearly everything. I was pressing back harder. I was thrusting back harder each time.
I was drooling helplessly into the gag, my eyes were closed most of the time now.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As I bounced against the huge plastic cock. I had stopped counting. Sometimes I eased all the way off, whether it was twenty or not, just to feel it thrust all the way inside me again.
I registered a coldness on my thighs. A sticky feeling. Oh. Drips from my cage, cold long lines of my juice.
I had lost track of time. My whole world was this huge cock, and my now-not-so-tight hole.
"Get off, whore," I heard in a haze."You are enjoying this too much."
I felt so empty, as I was pulled off the plastic intruder. And again, I was led through the house on wobbly legs.
I was pushed face down onto a bed, so lovely and comfortable. Ahhhh.... "Another ten, I think," I heard.
And again I was cropped. This time I was lying on a bed, as stroke after stroke cracked across my poor bottom. I screamed and whimpered into the bed. It seemed to never end. But it did.
I lay there, my jaw aching from the gag, my bottom on fire from the cropping.
I felt a weight beside me on the bed. Hands unbuckling the dreaded gag. Ahhh.... fresh air... I smiled at David.
He smiled back. "Now, two hundred sucks, he said. It took me a moment to register. Oh. Oh well, OK, I thought.
I positioned myself in a comfortable position; David had removed his trousers. I fished the object of my desire out of his undies, and set about my task. This was not going to be a punishment at all!
I licked and sucked. I held his gorgeous cock in my hand as I bounced up and down. I took him deep, and shallow. I went all the way, and choked and spluttered, and then took him shallow for a time. Always, always returning for more. I could not get enough.
I kept a vague count, but, just like my earlier self-fucking, I sort-of lost count around the mid hundreds. My world was now focussed on this wonderful cock. I moved positions, rearranged both him and myself, but kept at the job. Suck. Suck. Suck. Lick. Suck. In. Out. Down. Choke. Gasp. Out. Suck. Suck.
Again, I think David had a camera trained on the action at times. By now though, the humiliation was gone. I was just impossibly horny. It seemed like my little clitty just leaked juice constantly in its cage. There was no pleasure there, just cold, sticky, gooey. But that did not matter.
"Please cum," I begged David. "I want your juices."
"You must hold it in your slut-mouth, not swallow," I was told. I nodded as I continued to bob up and down.
Finally, gripping his beautiful cock like a broom handle, I pumped and sucked as I felt it explode. Thrust after thrust. Filling my mouth. Oh my! There was so much! Some oozed out of my lips. I did everything I could to hold as much as I could in my mouth. Finally, semi-hard, he slipped out of my mouth. I was panting, exhausted, but retaining his precious juices.
"Do not spill a drop," and I was helped off the bed, back towards the kitchen again.
The dildo which had so fucked me earlier was placed on the seat of a chair. Some lube applied, and I was eased down, sitting impaled on the monster. The horrid gag returned, trapping all David' juices in my mouth. Worse now, a blindfold was pulled across my eyes. And my hands were grabbed, and tied behind me.
I was plugged, gagged, blind, bound. And I was left there.
I don't know how long I waited. Not that I had a choice. I occasionally heard David moving in the house. I certainly heard the TV at times. I think I head him on the phone.
Just to amuse myself at times I fucked myself a little on the intruder, raising myself up and down. Other times I just clenched and unclenched my pussy muscles, pretending I was milking the cock. But mostly I was too sore and tired to do much.
Finally, I heard a sound outside. A knock at the door? What? David answering the door. Talking. And two pairs of footsteps approaching me as I waited helplessly.
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