I was in the stocks, at the local BDSM Club. Master had brought me to be used by his companions. I was kneeling, with my hands outstretched in front of me; trapped in chains. My legs in stocks, with a spreader bar, and I was locked in. Blindfolded.
They came and they went, the wandering hands and the dripping cocks. They poked and prodded and probed, and filled my holes again and again and again.
I was being edged, as a community game. I needed to cum so badly. I didn’t know how long I had been here, but it didn’t matter. Minutes would have felt like hours anyway.
My cunt was slick, hot and dripping. I knew for sure that if the next cock that fucked me wasn’t careful, I would cum all over. I didn’t want that. My punishment would be far worse than this.
Sure enough, he came. He slid himself right into me, twisting the piercing on my clit, and giving me a hard slap on the ass. That’s all it took to throw me over the edge. I was milking his cock before either of us knew it was happening.
That’s when Master’s true fun began. They unchained me, and sat me down on the sybian. Master said if I wanted to cum so bad, I can spend several hours at it.
I’ve only come twice, but I am an absolute hell. It will not stop, and I know I will have hours of this torture by Pleasure. No matter where I squirm to, I cannot get away. The way that I fit oh, the way that I melt it, like clit is constantly in contact with the buzzing of the machine.
I’m screaming, but nobody is coming to help me. They sit around, drinking their martinis and laughing. What a poor little slave I am.
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