deflower
- 4 years ago
- 32
- 0
Deflower free porn video
Warning: This file contains depictions of adult sexual
situations, including sex, and bondage. If it is illegal for you
to view this subject matter, or if you are under the age of 18
please do not view this file. If you find these situations
unpleasant or offensive please do not view this file. The author
takes no responsibility for any illegalities arising from the
viewing of this file. The author retains all rights to this story
and it is transmitted here by an authorized person, for free
viewing only.
Deflowered
By plugged_tv
It was my fault. I had asked for this night. No, actually I had
begged for it. At the time, I was tied while my Mistress teased
and tormented my cock. Some light caresses until I became hard,
and then the burning heat of the hot wax hitting my cockhead.
Even with the pain, my cock was almost at the bursting point.
Then, she suddenly paused and asked me,
"Tell me your most wild fantasy, and I'll let you come."
So I told her.
Now, as I parked my car on the side of her house, I could feel
the tightness in my stomach. I was so nervous, I could feel my
hands shaking. I saw no other cars on the street or in her
driveway. That was good. Maybe she wasn't going to take things
too far. Maybe she was just planning a mini-version of my
fantasy.
I climb the porch stairs and ring the bell. I hear some laughter
inside. The door opens, and my Mistress stands before me.
"Hello slave!", she coos, "Come inside quickly. You don't have
much time to get ready."
I enter and take off my shoes. Then, I hear female voices
drifting up from the basement. My Mistress sees the reaction on
my face. She laughs gently and says,
"Oh, don't worry. Those are just your attendants waiting for you.
Come on."
She leads me down the basement stairs into the dungeon area. As I
descend, I see two pretty young women, both apparently in their
mid-late twenties. I have never seen them before. My Mistress
introduces her friends, Jennifer and Susan. They are smiling and
smirking, looking at me with a gleam in their eyes.
"Is this the virgin?" asks Susan.
I cringe and once again am frightened.
"Oh, yes. But she's been practicing for her big night" replies
Mistress.
Talking back and forth, they lead me down the hall to a small
bedroom I've never been in. It is clearly a girl's room. There is
a canopy bed, dresser, and make-up table with mirror. The room's
colors are pink and white.
"Let's get started", announces Mistress. "Strip", she commands.
I pause for a second, wondering if she will send the other women
away. But they are all staring at me. I realize that they are
here to witness my humiliation, even participate in it. So I
quickly strip off my shirt and remove my shoes, socks, jeans, and
underwear.
"Oh my God, it's so small!" exclaims Jennifer as my cock is
exposed.
It is smaller than normal, almost hiding in my bush due to my
fear and shame. My face flushes red in embarrassment.
"Look at his butt, girls. Isn't it just adorable?" says Mistress.
"Absolutely fuckable" agrees Susan.
"OK, get him ready while I prepare everything" Mistress says as
she walks out of the room closing the door behind her.
Suddenly, I am naked and under the control of two strangers.
"Into the bath!" commands Susan.
We enter the bathroom. On their instructions, I start the bath.
Jennifer takes me over and has me sit on the commode. She takes
out some small scissors, and begins to cut my pubic hair. She
gets me down to mid-length stubble, and then directs me into the
bath. Susan gives me a razor and shaving cream and commands me to
shave my entire pubic area, leaving only a small patch of bush
above my cock. I take my time to be careful with the razor, and
to delay the inevitable. When I'm done, Susan takes over and
shaves my butt and area around my asshole. I get out of the bath
and dry off.
"Not done yet" says Jennifer.
She hands me a bottle of hair remover. I apply it to my legs
until they are completely covered. I then wait patiently for the
cr?me to do its work. Then, I wash off in the shower, watching
the hair wash away off my legs. Susan hands me back the razor,
and I finish the job on my legs. Now I am completely hairless
from the waste down, except for my small pubic patch. I have
never felt so naked in my life. My body looks like a little boy.
"Time to get really clean" pronounces Jennifer.
Susan leans me over the tub, and Jennifer slips an enema nozzle
into my butt with very little lubrication. Soon, I feel the water
rushing into me. The cramping starts immediately, but the water
continues to flow and flow. My belly feels like it's about to
burst and I'm struggling to keep the water in.
"Please, please!" I beg as the nozzle is removed.
Whap! Susan slaps my butt with her hand.
"No talking!" she hisses.
Tears well up in my eyes both from the slap and also due to my
distress.
"You can go now" Jennifer says.
I rush to the commode, barely making it before my bowels explode.
I void and void, and finally get the last of the water out of me.
Then I clean up the bath and follow Jennifer and Susan back into
the bedroom.
Jennifer leads me over to the make-up table.
"You have such a sissy face, it will be easy to pass you off" she
declares.
She goes to work with the makeup, putting on foundation, blush,
eyeliner, powder, and lipstick. She over applies everything, and
especially lays on a thick red lipstick. While she is busy, I
notice Susan moving around in the room and think I hear someone
talking in the dungeon. Once again I wonder how far Mistress is
taking my fantasy. Jennifer finishes her work. I look at myself
in the mirror. My face itself looks feminine, but the contrast of
my hair and chest make me look bizarre. Jennifer has me stand,
and I turn around towards the bed where Susan has been busy.
Lying on the bed is a huge white dress.
"White for the virgin bride!" announces Susan.
They both laugh, and for the first time I realize the full
intentions of my Mistress. I am in a daze, not fully believing
that she would go to the trouble for such an elaborate scene. I
realize that my months of serving her have paid off; she has
decided to give me my full fantasy.
Susan comes forward with a white lacy garter belt. She places it
around my waist and fastens it. Then, I sit on the bed as Susan
helps me into some pure white stockings. The stockings feel
fantastic against my newly shaved skin. Jennifer adjusts the
snaps while Susan brings a white garter and slides it up one leg
to mid-thigh. Susan then produces a white corset complete with
lacings. I step into it and they draw it up my body. Jennifer
then gets behind me and starts to lace me into it. She works and
works the straps, asking me to breathe in and then tightening it
as hard as she can. My belly and lower chest hurt and I feel like
I can hardly breath.
Just then, my Mistress returns to the room.
"Everything going well?" she asks.
"Yes," replies Jennifer, "Is everything else ready"?
"Yes, go ahead and get ready" says Mistress.
Jennifer and Susan leave the room and close the door behind them.
As they leave, I'm sure I hear other voices in the dungeon.
"Now slave, I want to discuss this with you carefully" Mistress
starts. "I know you told me this fantasy, and I have tried to
make it as real as possible. Susan and Jennifer are my very best
friends, and they are Mistresses in the scene too. And so far,
this has all been very safe, discrete, and within our agreed upon
limits. However, to fulfill your fantasy, I have had to extend
the participation in this scene to some other people that I only
partly know. Your fantasy also requires you to push far beyond
your previous limits. I want you to think carefully about whether
you want to go forward with this. Sometimes fantasies are best
when they stay fantasies. I can cancel this scene now, and nobody
will be disappointed and only a few people will know that you
backed out. I will not be disappointed, since we are doing this
for you, not for me. However, to ensure you understand how
serious I am, if you continue on there will be no safe word. You
will have to fulfill your fantasy and just trust me. Now, think
carefully and decide if you want to continue."
My mind races. While my fantasy has always excited me, I don't
know how I will like it for real. Mistress is right. The first
time I actually felt the cane slice into my buttocks, I knew
there was a difference between fantasy and reality. As I looked
up at her, I caught my image in the mirror. There I was, made-up
and dressed in lingerie. A true sissy girl waiting for her
wedding day. My cock started to stir, and I realized how lucky I
was to have the chance to live out this fantasy. If I backed out
now, I would probably never be in this position again. I dropped
down on my knees in front of my Mistress and kissed her boots.
"Please Mistress," I whisper, "make your sissy slut a woman
tonight".
As I look up, my Mistress smiles down at me.
"Oh, slave." She says, "You have no idea how excited this will
make me. I hope it is everything you imagined".
My Mistress has me stand, and then lean over the bed facing down.
The corset feels incredibly tight, and I wonder how I can
breathe. My Mistress comes up behind me, and I feel some cold goo
and her finger press into my asshole. Then, her finger retreats,
and I feel my buttplug press against my hole. I try and relax to
open up my male pussy to the large intruder. Mistress presses
hard, and I gasp as the plug quickly passes by my ring and finds
its way home.
I stand before my Mistress. She takes out a white ribbon and bow,
and ties it around my cock and balls. Then she ties another
ribbon around the head of my cock. She fastens the other end to
the bottom ring on the front of my corset, stretching my flaccid
cock up in front of me.
"I always wrap the present for the groom" she snickers.
She takes four clip-on earrings from the dresser. Two of them
she places on my ears. Then, she takes the other earrings and
clamps them on my little titties under the corset top. They pinch
and hurt my nipples something terrible. Somehow, I sense they
will be the least of my worries. At last Mistress helps me into
the dress. As she lowers it down over my head, I am amazed at how
heavy it is. Mistress buttons the back buttons, and at last I am
fully in my wedding apparel. Then, Mistress disappears behind me
and I hear rustling. I feel the back of the dress rising as
Mistress tugs and pulls at the back of my dress. Finally, she
move away.
Mistress asks me to turn around. In the mirror, I see she has
somehow fastened the back of my dress up so that it is entirely
open, my butt on display and framed by the garter belt.
"My own touch", she explains. "I worked for over two hours to sew
in the ties. I hope your groom appreciates the work I did".
The illusion is remarkable. From the front, I look like a normal
bride. But from the rear, I am clearly a perverted slut. My cock
immediately gets hard and I feel the tug of the ribbon binding it
to the corset. Mistress helps me into some white slippers, and
then goes to the dresser.
Mistress comes back with a strange contraption. I have never seen
it before. It is a large rubber O-ring with belts and straps
attached. She comes forward with a twinkle in her eyes. She
positions it around my head with the ring in the front. "Open
wide slave" she commands. I then realize that this must be some
new kind of gag. I open my mouth wide, and she places the thick
rubber ring in my mouth. The ring has ridges on it, so my teeth
can rest in the grooves. My Mistress then buckles and tightens
the straps around my head, effectively locking my mouth in the
contraption. I realize that it ensures that my mouth remains
open, but also prevents me from speaking. Suddenly, I realize
that my Mistress spoke truthfully when she told me I would have
no safe word. My mistress asks me to place my hands behind me,
and attaches cuffs to my wrists and then binds my wrists behind
my back.
My Mistress gazes into my eyes. She can see the excitement and
fear in them. She smiles a wicked grin. From the bed, she picks
up a long blond wig. Sweeping my natural hair back, she positions
it on my head. After much tugging, adjusting, and combing, she is
satisfied. She turns me so I can look in the mirror again. It is
amazing! Before me appears a real woman, dressed for her wedding.
Without looking under my dress, nobody could tell that I was
really a man. As I gaze at the image, my Mistress comes behind me
and lowers a veil over my head. Now the illusion is complete. I
have become a bride about to be wed.
My Mistress breaks my daydream by reaching down and twisting my
plug.
"It's time now little bride, time to go to your man" she snarls.
She takes me to the bedroom door, and opens it a crack. She
whispers something to a person just outside the door, and then
closes it for a minute. She turns to me and instructs me,
"You will do everything that is asked of you. And the only words
you can try and utter are 'I do'. Under the circumstances, you
had better nod when you say it since it will be unintelligible.
Now, here we go".
She opens the door, and I can see into the dungeon. It looks
strange because it is fully lighted. Along with the overhead
lights, the walls flicker from the many candles that have been
lit. However, it is not the dungeon that concerns me. At least
ten people are seated in folding chairs on each side of an aisle
that runs from where I stand up to the front of the dungeon.
Standing at the front of the dungeon are five others; Susan and
Jennifer and three unknown men. Susan and Jennifer have changed
to light blue bridesmaids' dresses and look beautiful. Two of the
men have on black suits and one has on a white suit. My groom is
young and taller then I. He is a big man.
Suddenly the traditional wedding march blares forth. Immediately
the "congregation" turns to the back to look at me. My Mistress
holds onto my arm, and starts to slowly lead me down the aisle.
My gaze is fixated to the front of the dungeon where the entire
wedding party is smiling at me. The men look at me with a mixture
of evil and lust written on their faces. As I proceed down the
aisle and pass the first guests, I hear some gasps and then
laughter as my bottom comes into their view. How vulnerable it
must look, all framed in white lace and smooth. I wonder if they
can see the handle of the plug seated in my bottom. Clearly, the
innocence my white gown pretends is a farce in the light of my
humiliation and subjugation.
It seems to take forever to walk the 20 feet or so to the front
of the dungeon. As we reach the front, the man in the white suit
takes my arm from my mistress. I meet my groom. His grip is
strong. Even if I were not restrained, I would not be able to
pull away from him. The guests continue to murmur and make
comments behind me. They can clearly see my bottom, all stretched
by the plug within it. I can even feel a bit of the lubricant run
down the side of my leg to meet my stockings. I look like a hot
slut in heat, dripping for her man. I wonder if they can see my
hairless balls, or the ribbon tied around them. My cock swells
against its tie and tugs my corset. They cannot see my cock. Do
they know that I am really a man, or do they think I am a maiden?
How many male guests have gotten hard looking at my bottom,
imagining they are seeing the lovely buns of a young women who
has given herself up to this perverted scene?
My Mistress moves to the front. She begins to speak.
"Dearly beloved," she intones, "we are gathered here to witness
the total submission of my sissy slave. Before you stands a girl.
A pure virgin who has never sampled the delights of true
womanhood. She has come before us today to give herself to the
man I have selected for her. She will soon debase herself before
all of you. Her true nature will be shown - that of a slut who
seeks only to give herself completely to her chosen man."
"Now my slut, before all those gathered here, do you agree to
submit completely to me and to your man," she questions.
As I nod my head, I try and say "I do". But all that comes out is
a bleating, gagged sound.
"He has given his consent," my Mistress announces to the crowd,
"You may take the bride."
The two groomsmen come forward and grab me by the arms. They lead
me up to an X rack on the dungeon wall behind where my Mistress
stands. My cuffed hands are released and then quickly reattached
to the upper rings on the rack. Cuffs go on my ankles, my legs
are spread, and then cuffed to the lower rings. I am spread wide,
my back facing the audience. I imagine how I must look - a
beautiful bride restrained with her bare bottom exposed to all
eyes.
My head is yanked to the right, and I look for the first time
into the eyes of the man to whom I have been given.
"Before I take you, I want to make sure you are good and hot for
me. I know you will enjoy this my Darling", he says.
Then he disappears behind me, and I hear some soft whispers in
the crowd. Suddenly, I hear the rush of air and feel the sting of
the whip lashes cut into my sweet bottom. It is so intense, the
air rushes out of me and I gasp in pain. Even with her highest
effort, my Mistress has never given me such a blow! I have barely
recovered my senses when I receive my second stroke. It hurts
worse than the first. Again and again he strikes me. Every nerve
I have is on fire. I want it to stop so badly. If I could utter
my safe word, I would use it. Real tears well up in my eyes, and
I begin to shriek and gasp through my mouth, begging for it to
end. Now I feel sweat running down my chest and lower legs. For
the first time in my life, I am close to becoming hysterical.
Then, it stops. I am conscious of my own breathing. I am
hyperventilating and I try to slow my breathing down. My ass
feels like a furnace, with wave after wave of searing heat coming
off its surface. Hands come up and unfasten my wrist and ankle
cuffs from the X rack rings. I am guided backwards. During my
ordeal, someone has placed the punishment bench to the front of
the room. I am bent over it. My wrists and ankles are reattached
to the bench fasteners. Now my hot bottom faces the crowd. I
wonder if it is simply red or if it is bleeding. Someone turns my
head to the right and pushes back my veil.
Before me is a semi-erect cock. It sticks out from the fly of a
pair of white pants. I look up, and see my husband's face leering
down at me.
"Suck me bitch" he commands.
He takes his cock and guides it into my waiting mouth. With my
mouth bound open, I cannot really suck him. I feel his cock glide
through the O-ring into my mouth and over my tongue. Doing my
best, I swirl my tongue around the base of his cock. I feel it
growing in my mouth. As it swells, I am grateful to my Mistress
for all the times she had me practice for this moment with her
strap-on. I look down, and see a mixture of female and some male
faces staring at me. They are watching my debasement. Some of the
men look slightly disgusted with the sight of me servicing the
cock. I flush in embarrassment.
The cock continues to swell. He is much larger than I thought,
and thick too. He is almost starting to brush the O-ring as he
continues to push into my mouth. Then, he becomes more
aggressive. He pushes deeper, and I feel his cock slide down into
the back of my throat. I gag, but he ignores me. Tears again
start to drip down my face. He pushes in fully, and his balls
rest on the side of my face. He is fully in my throat now. I
breathe quickly through my nose. I fight the gag reflex and try
to relax. He then pulls out. I am relieved. I breathe through my
mouth again.
My rest is short-lived. Immediately, one of the groomsmen comes
into view and pulls his cock from his pants. This one is
uncircumcised with an angry red crown. As he approaches my mouth,
I can smell his musky strong scent. I do not want to suck his
cock, but I have no choice. It starts to enter my mouth through
the O-ring and I feel him on my tongue.
Instantly, I do not care. I feel strong hands grip my ass cheeks.
They sting from the earlier assault. Someone tugs at my buttplug.
It does not come out easily, and they tug hard to dislodge it. I
know now that the time has come. I have fantasized and waited for
this moment for years. No more plugs. No more dildos. No more of
my Mistress's strap-ons pressing into my hole. I have never
experienced a real man. But I will now. My virginity is for his
taking. I will give my pussy to this man. Before all of these
guests assembled, I will submit my body completely to his
pleasure. My own cock swells as I realize what is about to
happen. And I feel truly like a slut, with a cock even now
swelling in my mouth and another about to enter my hole.
My husband is not gentle. There is little lubricant to ease the
way. I feel the pressure on my hole. I try to relax and allow it
to happen. There is no need to worry. I hear my Mistress yell
"Now!",
and he shoves brutally past my anal ring down deep into my
bowels. I hear clapping in the distance and a woman in the crowd
say
"Yeah!".
My husband pulls partly out, and then slams back into me again.
My Mistress's largest strap-on pales in comparison to the huge
cock that invades me. He is being rough, and I realize that I am
being raped and ravaged. He will make me hurt, maybe bleed. He
strokes in and out, picking up his rhythm and burrowing deeper
and deeper.
While I had been preoccupied with my husband, I suddenly feel the
cock within my mouth twitch and then burst with its seed. I have
no choice but to swallow it. I then realize that none of the men
are using a condom. All I can do is hope that Mistress had these
men take the same medical tests as she made me. The cock in my
mouth pulls out, and the last groomsman takes his place. At this
point, I am beyond caring. My mind moves to a different level. I
think about how I must look. The slut bride, servicing a cock in
her mouth while her groom fucks her from behind. What a show I
must be putting on for the crowd. How hot and horny it must be
making the guests.
Then, I hear my groom groan. He shoves all the way into me, and I
feel a warmth deep inside me. He has emptied his seed into me. He
has made me a full woman. He stays in me for a moment, and soon I
receive my second load of cum from his other groomsman. I now
revel in the cum. It is thick. I feel it slide down my throat as
I try and swallow. He moves away, and I feel the other cock slide
from my ass. My groom comes around up to my mouth. "Clean up
time", he announces as he slides is semi-limp cock into my mouth.
I use my tongue to lick and caress his cock as he moves it around
within my mouth. Finally, satisfied, he moves out of my mouth and
pulls up his pants.
"Thanks everyone, the parties over", my Mistress announces.
I hear people start to get up and move about. I hear my Mistress
thanking people and people saying their good-byes. After about 15
minutes, the room is quiet. My Mistress returns. She pulls off my
veil, and then unlocks the O-ring gag around my head. My jaws
ache as she withdraws it. It seems like my mouth has been open
for hours.
"Well slave, I hope you liked your fantasy" she says.
"Oh Mistress, I can't believe you have done this for me. It was
the most incredible scene I could have ever imagined. How did you
get everyone to participate?" I ask.
"It was not too hard", she replies. "Everyone who was here were
long-time scene members and trusted friends. It was a little
risky, but most people wanted to see a scene like this. They were
just amazed you would agree to it."
"Thank you Mistress. I will forever remember this and work to
please you for the rest of my life" I say.
"Oh, I know you will. As a matter of fact, you will do so now.",
she says.
Mistress uncuffs my hands and legs, and then helps me off the
punishment bench. She has me lay down on the floor on my back.
She smiles her evil smile, and then proceeds to squat above me.
She reaches down, and unsnaps the lower crotch of her outfit. I
see that she has shaved recently, her beautiful womanhood is
revealed before my eyes.
"Open wide slave", she commands.
I open my mouth, and she settles down on her knees above my
mouth. Slowly she lowers herself until my mouth is engulfed by
her nether lips. Her golden juices start to flow, and I gulp
quickly to take them all in. She pisses a huge quantity, and it
seems to take forever until she is empty.
"Now service me", she commands.
And as she settles down even further and my tongue reaches out to
find her hidden place, I know that I will worship her for the
rest of my life.
Marisol
- 23.03.2020
- 18
- 0
Sex Slave MotherChapter 3 Mother trained to be her sons sex slave
- 2 years ago
- 15
- 0
Valentine rsquo s Day with a friend Part I
- 3 years ago
- 32
- 0
