I usually didn't know my assailants; they were always different, each administering their own special form of punishment. But all had unique sadistic violence to their delivery, but that said, it meant the more intense pain they administered. The greater the pleasure they provided me.
Some tortured my body with clamps, whips, canes and all manner of torture equipment. Others fucked my cunt, arse and mouth either with their cocks, huge rubber dildo's or even their fists, one of my favourites. I mean, what slutty sub doesn't love a good fisting to make her cunt squirt everywhere.
I never saw who had been chosen to punish me by my Master, and I had no idea how many people were there to watch as my body was publicly exploited and abused. But every time for me, it started the same.
My Master would place the single-holed leather gimp mask over my head, blacking the outside world out completely, then he ordered me to submit, and I always complied as he fitted my ball gag.
Master ordered me to my hands and knees. Before, he led me like a dog by my slut collar to his dungeon, exposing me to whoever had been invited to witness my degrading and punishment.
However, tonight was different. Tonight, it was about my humiliation more than it was the pain. However, I didn't know that at the time of my disrobing. Also, there would be no gimp mask to hide my identity, again something I would come to find out later when it was too late to stop.
My Master ordered me to submit, and I submitted to him completely. My body was his to use and abuse as he saw fit. But tonight would be very different. Tonight I would be facing the one thing I never thought I would be subjected to.
Let me rewind and explain how I found myself in this unthinkable situation about to take place. I'm a senior vice president for a very large financial group, I have more than one hundred people working directly under me, and I have a reputation as being a hard-arsed bitch. I don't accept failure from my group, and I have never hesitated to fire someone for fucking up at work.
However, I am a sub in my personal life. I'm owned by Dillion, my Master. I submit totally to him without question. That was until four weeks ago.
One of the punishers my Master had assigned to punish me had broken one of my two golden rules, no visible marks that could be seen or that were permanent. Master argued that no one could see it unless naked. But our trust bond had been damaged, and we parted ways.
That had been a month ago, and I had not spoken to my Master since that night. However, I found myself profoundly depressed and craved punishment. My body desired pain. I needed my nipples tortured, I needed my cunt abused, I was going into withdrawals.
So I submitted once again and rang Master Dillion begging him for forgiveness for my insolence. I told him he could do whatever he wanted to me if he would take me back.
Master had agreed to take me back but said I was to be punished to the highest order for my insolence and needed a lesson in humility. He told me that while I might be a high and mighty bitch at work, I was nothing but his slave dog in his world.
I was nothing but a worthless cum slut to do his bidding. So here I was Friday night in my Master's dungeon, being tied up by an unknown assailant waiting for whatever my Master had planned for my insubordination.
After my restraints were secure, I was hanging like a piece of meat in a butcher shop. I felt something new. Something that instantly had me panicking. My heart started to beat faster, beating hard against my chest. My breathing became short and rapid as my pulse raced.
I felt the zip in the back of my leather gimp mask being unzipped. Master was exposing me to God knows who; oh my God, no! I tried to scream, but my words never escaped my lips, past my ball gag. The mask was pulled down, exposing my face. I heard gasps, laughing, and murmurs from the invited torturers.
A bright light shone directly into my eyes from the back of the dungeon, not allowing me to see anyone in the room. My overhead restraints are on a swivel so I can be rotated around. I felt a hard crack across my bare skin from behind.
I knew it was a riding crop from the specific pain on my skin. Who was wielding it was still unknown to me, then another one struck the opposite cheek. It had been a little bit harder than the last one.
I received several more across each bare cheek from different angles; each blow was a little more brutal than the last. My skin began to become tender now as the blows struck on top of a previous one. This pain-causing my cunt to leak as I felt my juices run down my inner thighs.
There was a pause in the punishment. But I soon realized why as I felt a large diameter butt plug being shoved violently into my anus. With no lube at all, as it was one of the larger plugs, the burning pain of it dry fucking my arse seared through me.
The pain was incomparable to the humiliation I was about to feel when I was slowly rotated around on my restraints. The person administrating my punishment was Claire, my sweet, beautiful twenty-three-year-old personal assistant. I screamed into my ball gag and began thrashing around.
Claire smiled a wicked smile. Before pulling her arm back, swinging the riding crop down, striking me across my right nipple, the searing pain causing me to cry out. Tears began to run down my face, but they weren't from the pain.
The pain only caused my cunt to explode, soaking my thighs and feet. No, the tears were because I suddenly realized if Claire was the one currently punishing me, who else from the office was in the room.
I was soon to find out as I was once again rotated on my restraints. The light went off, and it took thirty or so seconds for my eyes to adjust from the intensely bright light to a darker room. I started screaming for my Master to release me.
I hadn't agreed to this. This was....... this was unforgivable. Standing in front of me, all smiling and looking lustfully at my venerable naked body, were five of my subordinates from the office, my boss, and of course, Claire. Who was now standing in front of me, plunging what felt like three or four fingers into my sopping cunt.
There were three men, all of which I knew detested me. Because of my harsh stance on work ethics and office conduct. They were misogynist sexist fuckers that I knew talked shit about me behind my back.
There were three women, all of whom I had been reprimanded for something at some stage of working under me. I had heard them use terms to describe me, ranging from bitch to cunt. If they only knew what a slutty, bitchy cunt I was in my personal life, and now they did.
Then right there in the middle, with a big cheesy shit-eating grin on his face, was Rudy, my segment President to who I reported directly. He had tried multiple times over the twelve years I had worked there to get into my pants.
I detested his sexual advances. Being very bi and happily married even though I had a permanent hall pass. Rudy would be revelling in my humiliation right now, having rejected every advance he had ever made toward me. And now here I was served up to him, for him to do as he pleased with me.
Master Dillion now stood in front of me as tears flowed down my face. Well, Sue, what do you think of our little audience tonight? Your boss handpicked each one of the individuals standing before you.
It would seem you aren't very popular at work. Ruddy kindly picked the people he thought would enjoy punishing you tonight. None of them knew why they were here until you were in here tonight. Now I'm sure they would have paid money to be here.
Fuck you, I screamed into my ball gag, no sound escaping my mouth. As I looked at them, I remembered every reason why that individual would want to inflict pain and punishment on me....... All except one. Claire, my PA, I have been mentoring her for twelve months now. I had plans for her. She was bright, highly intelligent and most of all, she was drop-dead gorgeous.
In a girl, next door type of way, with her long waterfall strawberry blonde curls. To her beautiful big brown eyes and those perky D-cup breasts. I could barely keep my hands off of and that peachy round ass and legs, mmmh, just thinking about Claire made my pussy wet.
So yeah, I was very disappointed in her being here. The rest well As I mentioned, I knew why they were here, and I can only imagine what was going through their mind right now. Master Dillions decision to bring my working life into my private life would be one he would regret as soon as I was released from these restraints.
Master walked over to Barbra, took her hand, and escorted her to me. I wasn't worried about her at all. The fat lazy cow didn't have enough stamina in her to inflict any substantial pain or discomfort to me. I was a hardened veteran of BDSM punishment, and she would hardly raise a flinch from me if her work was anything to go by.
Barbra picked up the cat of nine tails from the table and walked behind me. ‘Crack', its thin leather straps, made contact with my back. I barely flinched; she repeatedly hit me stroke after stroke across my back and arse cheeks, barely peaking a cry from me.
"Come on, Barb, give me something. If you are going to be here, at least hit me hard enough to make me cum, you lazy bitch," I screamed into my ball gag.
Satisfied with her feeble attempt at dishing me out punishment, she went and stood back with the others.
Next, Linda came over to the table and picked up the carbon fibre flexible riding crop. This was a little concerning as I watched her choose it. Because other than the thin willow cane, this particular item can inflict considerable localized pain. One punisher actually drew blood from me with it. And Linda was a sadistic nasty bitch as well.
She looked directly at me, sneering before saying, " This is better than winning the lotto being able to show you what a cunt you are."
She pulled her arm back before swinging it down. The carbon fibre riding crop smacked me right across the tip of my right nipple with all her force. The pain was so intense I saw stars. Not even having time to get my breath back, the second blow struck my left nipple.
The pain felt like my nipples were being torn off. She stepped back, then swinging the riding crop up between my legs with all the force she could muster. She smacked my long thick cunt lips, causing my legs to buckle under me. The pain was so great I almost blacked out.
Then she struck me again across the top of my right breast, then another across the left. "Oh fuck," I screamed into my ball gag. I was in agony. Tears streamed down my face from the searing, burning pain. My legs buckled again, this time because I was having one of the most intense orgasms I had in months.
I came everywhere, squirting jet after jet out of my burning, swollen cunt lips. I pushed my pelvis up and forward, spraying my cunt juices all over that fucking bitch ruining her expensive dress and shoes. She screamed out in disgust, dropping the riding crop and stepping out of the way from the torrents of cum she had caused to erupt from her swollen, abused cunt.
Coming back to reality from my orgasmic bliss, I was once again very aware of the searing pain in my breasts and pussy.
"Oh, that filthy bitch squirted all over me, you revolting bitch," she screamed at me, pissed off that her punishment had actually made me cum.
No one could see it, but I had a grin from ear to ear, fuck you, you bitch. Good luck keeping your job come Monday, I thought.
"Ok, we have seen what the ladies can dish out, so why don't we try one of the men? Now, remember Sue is not your boss tonight she is just a filthy fuck slut to be used and abused. You can do whatever you want to her no limits. She is your fuck meat to enjoy however you see fit," Master Dillion announced to the invited guests.
Of course, Garry stepped forward the lecherous pig. I have had to talk to him twice about his wandering hands. Sadly unable to sack him due to insufficient evidence or the complainant withdrawing her complaint before an official inquiry. He was pure filth of a man.
Garry walked straight over and grabbed my ass, then he roughly grabbed my tits and squeezed on them, pulling my sore and tender nipples before twisting, then causing me to wince in pain.
I felt a little bit of vomit rise to my throat at his touch. Men like him revolted me, as did all the men I saw standing looking at me.
My thoughts quickly returned to Garry as he jammed three fingers into my cunt his fist punching my very sensitive, swollen clit. He plunged his fat fingers in and out of me, and each time, his fist made contact with my clit.
But slowly, my repulsed feeling towards him lent way to the sudden stirring deep inside my cunt, and I felt the beginnings of another orgasm building. Oh, fuck I thought if he keeps this up, I'm going to cum.
Just as I neared the crescendo of an epic orgasm, he pulled his fingers from my dripping wet cunt. Leaving me gasping for air, desperate for him to jam them back into me and make me cum.
"I want to fuck this old bitch. Can you get the fucking bitch off of here," Garry said to Dillion.
Dillion immediately walked toward me. I screamed into my ball gag. Oh God, no. I don't want this pig to fuck me. Saliva running from the corners of my mouth. But no words come out. Reaching up, Master Dillion unbuckled my restraints. I instantly felt relief as my feet touched the ground and my body weight lifted from my overextended arms.
Dillion took my arm, and I jerked away from him, instantly regretting my decision to do so. I had just disobeyed my Master after giving him total control over my body. He looked at me with fire in his eyes, and I knew he was angry.
Taking my arm once again, he walked me to the sex swing, which hung from the ceiling on two large springs. Putting me in the swing, he lifted my legs and placed them in the stirrups. My thick meaty lips were automatically parted, exposing my swollen red clit and spreading my cunt wide open.
The swing was designed so that you can be fucked in the arse and cunt at the same time, and I often had been. But on those occasions, I didn't know who was fucking me so I could concentrate on the sex, not the person.
Satisfied I was secure, Master Dillion turned and walked away, and I thought I had gotten away with my insubordinate behaviour. But Master stopped at the table of toys and tools and picked up the serrated-toothed nipple clamps.
Master roughly grabbed my nipple. He stretched it out from my breast far enough to cause pain and discomfort, then wound the screw in on the clamp and attached it to the base of my nipple. The pain was instant as the sharp teeth dug in and brought tiny droplets of blood to the surface of my tender skin.
Repeating the same procedure on the other nipple, I cried out into my ball gag. Master looking at me with those, you should know better eyes. Tiny trickles of blood now rolled down the underside of my breasts, the slightest movement of my breasts causing incredible pain.
Garry had dropped his pants and was now between my legs. I could feel him but not see him as my head was flopped backwards, hanging towards the ground. My mouth at the perfect height for someone to fuck my throat.
Garry shoved three fingers deep into my open cunt, stirring my juices up again. Garry thrust his fingers in and out of me with his fingers curled upwards, attacking my G spot perfectly. In a matter of seconds, he had my cunt exploding violently. Jets of cum spewing out of my cunt like a volcano.
He pulled his magic fingers from me as the final spurts of cum splattered on the ground between my legs. They were swiftly replaced by his impressively thick cock. Plunging his cock into me without warning ensured my violet orgasm hadn't had time to subside. My hot cum once again spewed uncontrollably out around his meaty phallus.
I had to give Garry credit. His thick cock was impressively stretching my usually tight cunt open. It helped. I still had the large-sized stainless steel butt plug shoved inside my arse as well.
Garry pumped into me as hard as he could, holding the suspension straps, his hips pounded against my inner thighs. Ensuring my orgasmic bliss continued. Then Garry's entire body tensed up, slamming into me one final time. I felt his cum splattering against my uterus.
I felt his cock slide from my leaking cunt, leaving me feeling somewhat vacant. I yearned for a replacement cock to fill the void. I didn't have to wait long as the young cocky Brett Elliot stepped forward. I disliked Brett for several reasons, but I mostly hated his youthful arrogance.
I have had to reprimand him on his boastful stories of weekend conquests. Many female staff complained he was constantly mentioning how big his cock was and how much his latest conquest had screamed his name and begged for God while he fucked them. He was currently on his final written warning for it.
But now, I wasn't thinking about his youthful boasting or his cockiness; I was now hoping his stories were true. I needed a large fat cock in me that knew how to fuck.
I didn't care who it belonged to anymore; I was just desperate to have the void in my cunt once again filled. I was a little disappointed when he stood over my head and removed my ball gag.
He laid his large swinging ball across my forehead and my face, but I was not disappointed. But pleasantly surprised when a beautiful thick eight-inch cock flopped across my lips.
Without hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his sweaty pungent-smelling uncut cock. I ran my tongue up and down his cock as he slid it back and forth across my face.
Brett pushed the tip of his cock into my mouth and slowly pushed forward. My head's position allowed his cock to slide effortlessly down my throat as his balls came to rest against my forehead.
Brett placed his hands around my throat and began fucking my mouth while squeezing down on my windpipe. This wasn't the first time a punisher had choke fucked my throat. I just hoped Garry knew what he was doing and didn't choke me till I passed out. I want to enjoy this particular throat fucking. I was beginning to like my humiliation.
I suddenly felt a mouth on my cunt. Licking Gary's cum dripping from my lips. I had no idea who would be filthy enough from this group to clean Garry's cum from my cunt.
Remembering there was a mirror on the wall, I turned my head in Brett's tight grip just enough to see Linda, now naked, bent over eating me out as Paul, the other degenerate man in the group, grabbed her by the hips and jammed his cock into her married obviously slutty cunt.
Suddenly, my punishment turned into a party as Brett sped up his assault on my throat, expertly cutting off my oxygen until I started to see stars and then releasing his grip to allow me to breathe. Each time he pulled out of my throat, long strings of throat saliva dribbled out the corners of my mouth.
Ohhhh, fucking Christ. Linda is definitely no stranger to eating cunt. Her tongue and lips on my clit were about to make me squirt all over her face and down her throat.
Brett pushed his cock violently into my throat before I felt the contents of his balls explode down my throat choking me. He clutched at my throat, completely restricting my ability to swallow. I felt like I was drowning in his cum.
The fucking arsehole held me like that until he finished cumming. Then he released his grip and slid his cock out of my throat. I quickly flicked my head forward, throwing up his cum all over my tits and stomach. The fucking arsehole, I nearly choked on his thick jizz
After coughing up clumps of sticky cum my head laid back again, and I started to breathe rapidly as Linda pushed a couple of fingers into me while sucking my clit. I had been so close before Brett choked me, so it didn't take long for my orgasm to hit, and my cunt erupted into Linda's, waiting for mouth and face.
The filthy bitch didn't move and swallowed as much as she could, the rest covering her face. As she pulled away from me, I suddenly craved for her mouth back on my clit.
I felt the butt plug being removed from my arse. After it was removed, my arse pulsed in and out like a guppy sucking in the air. Leaning my head to the side, I now saw Linda being spit roasted by Garry and Paul.
The void left from the butt plug removal was soon filled with a hot hard cock. Rudy's hot hard cock, and what a beautiful cock it was. I suddenly regretted never given in to his advances and having the chance to suck and fuck the monster currently invading my stretched arse.
"Ohh, fuck Rudy, your cock is fucking beautiful, God you are stretching me open so much. Fuck, it's so fucking thick," I said as he pushed his giant thick salami stick into my cock, craving arse.
There were no pleasantries. Rudy wanted my arse, and he took it and even if I hadn't been restrained right now, I would have willingly given it to him. He plunged into my slick spinster fucking me like I was a two-dollar whore, and right now, that's exactly what I wanted to be for him. A filthy worthless whore.
Rudy fucked me hard, stretching my arse beyond belief. And I was fucking loving it, finally submitting to the very people That detested me the most.
Then as, if an angel appeared before me, Claire leant down and kissed me, her mouth covering mine. Her tongue slithered between my lips, our tongues dancing in my mouth. Her hands coming up and unscrewing the clamps on my nipples could only result in one thing happening, which was a massive orgasm.
The relief I felt when she removed the nipple clamps is similar to having my cunt caned. I squirted my girlie juices all over Rudy's cock and stomach. I'm sure he thought it was from the violent fuck he was giving my arsehole.
Claire whispered in my ear that she had wanted to kiss me since the first day I had interviewed her for the job. As she leant over to whisper in my ear, he perfect tit hung above my mouth. I reached up and sucked on her firm, ripe nipple. She let out a low sensual groan into my ear.
"I want you to eat me. Sue, will you do that for me? Will you taste me? Make me cum on your beautiful mouth?" She whispered.
"Absolutely, God, I have dreamed of your beautiful pussy since I met you; please, baby, let me taste you. Give your pussy to momma baby," I said as Rudy jammed his cock violently into my arse one last time, making me again squirt all over him.
"Sue, Sue, honey, wake up. You have done it again, Jack, my husband said as he rocked my shoulder.
Waking suddenly, I realized I was lying in a large wet patch in our bed. Jack reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, and I threw back the covers, my entire lower body wet, including all of our bedding.
"Was it the same dream, darling?"Jack said
"Yes, I said breathlessly. It was the same one. Do you think it's some sort of omen?"
"No, I just think my horny wife needs a visit to the BDSM club. It's long overdue. Either that, or you really need to fuck Rudy again. You did say you loved his big cock last time," Jack said as he helped me pull the fitted sheet off of the bed.
"Hmmm, maybe your right, that or I finally need to take the plunge and tell Claire how I fell and see if she will let me eat her pretty pussy."
"You could always take her with you on the next business trip with Rudy, and you could have her pussy and Rudy's big cock," Jack said, smiling his devious smile at me.
"And that's why I married you, darling. You are so clever. I love you, sweetheart."
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