Fantasy Zones

The room is lit in blue and purple lighting, like a nightclub.

Standing at the centre of the room as men and women chat and drink, your arms are raised and locked into a metal yoke, collaring your neck at it's centre. Your ankles are held far apart by a spreader bar, making you not only fully displayed, but also acessible to the guests.

You drool from the large red ball-gag that stuffs your mouth, unable to do much more than groan and awkwardly waddle about the room.

This was your punishment for speaking out of turn a few days ago, despite knowing that Master's rules were very clear on publicly contradicting him and "womansplaining".

The Yoke was a device which your Master found particularly pleasing and apt. Your arms were outstretched making your tits fully available, as they glistened in the purple and blue ambience. Your habit of gesticulating when speaking was an annoyance to Master, and so the Yoke helpfully put paid to your gestures, keeping your hands dangling and helpless. It made you pleasing to his eyes.

Another annoying habit you had was crossing your legs. Master deeply disliked that, and so had you locked into a wide spreader bar, which kept you in the correct position; wide open and available to Master, with every part of you visible and available.

And so you waddled about amusingly, because Master had instructed you to approach everyone at the gathering. Around your waist is a chain with a tag at the front, "TOUCH ME ANYWHERE", it read.

Those gathered, friends of Master, men and women, took full advantage, groping and slapping you as you awkwardly waddled, utterly helpless., an ornamental toy. You feel embarassed and yet your pussy drips, it's juices dribbling onto the floor alongside the drool from your mouth. Master has made a reality of your deepest fantasies, degrading you, yet also elevating you. Your inner truth drips onto the carpet, a signature of your submission.

Then He returns to the room, you feel his hand on your head, as he pushes your head forward. Your pussy excitedly throbs as you realize that not only is he going to fuck you, he is going to fuck you in front of everyone gathered. You feel great excitement at him showing everyone what kind of woman you truly are. They will be left in no doubt, and just thinking about that reality causes you to moan, moments before Master stuffs you with his Cock and begins slowly pumping you.

Your hands dangle helplessly from the yoke as he mounts and thrusts you in front of his guests, his masculine will eviscerating your pussy, for the entertainment of those present, who very much enjoy your humiliation. Objectified and used, you squelch and moan, becoming an extension of Master, bound to his will, as he fucks you.

Back and forth.

In rythmic motion.

Again, and again.

Back and forth it rocks, in steady motion, as you, mounted upon it, moan and drool from your ball-gag.

Daddy's birthday gift was certainly more for his amusement than yours, though you were certainly not unrewarded, just not on your terms. Daddy always dictated the terms, and you...well you were always easily bent to his will.

He's dressed you up like a cute doll in white stockings with pink bows, a pink leather collar, and white mittens, which are bound behind your back. Your thighs and ankles are tightly strapped to the horse, keeping you in place. Atop your head is a large pink girly bow, matched by the pink ball-gag stuffing your mouth.

You look like a doll. Daddy's little fuckdoll.

You had thought Daddy was just making you ride a rocking horse, that you could retain some control of yourself, but, as you were now discovering, it was a rocking horse with a sybian cleverly built into it. Bound to the horse, there was zero escape from the sybian's overpowering dirge, its intense vibrations surging up into your honeypot and eviscerating your self-control.

Daddy gave you no respite. He had no time for niceties. You squirmed on the stimulating steed, becoming an entertaining ornament.

Back and forth.

You dribble drool from the large pink gag stuffing and stretching your mouth, struggling to even hold even a single thought as your pussy throbs and pulsates.

The motion, combined with the merciless stimulation between your thighs, creates a circular, inescapable rythm. Your squirming on the horse makes it rock back and forth, as your body behaves as Daddy's dumb marionette.

Pleasure courses through your body, exploding upwards from your twat, rendering your eyes glazed and dumb. The vacant expression of a bimbo, as the demands of your pussy forbid any thinking. Every minute on the rocking horse makes you dumber and wetter, and needier.ĺ

Daddy looks upon you and smiles, as you brainlessly rock back and forth, drooling from your gag like an idiot, a slave to your primal lusts, his adorable dumb fuckdoll, unable to defy what you are.

You rock back and forth, tits bouncing amusingly as you moan helplessly, as the rocking horse slowly but surely melts your brain and molds your purpose, becoming a vacuous toy for Daddy, who smiles at you and levers at you, his amusing, dumb little toy.

He rings the bell and you come running, your high heels click clacking as you hastily arrive in the lounge.

He is, to your astonishment, accompanied by two of his female friends, who both smile at you in amusement at your outfit.

You are dressed in a pretty, cute French maid's outfit with a heaving cleavage,  and a tiny, slutty skirt that doesnt quite cover your little white panties, with your legs clad in tight white stockings. Sir loves this look, which he feels suits you perfectly.

"Oh, is this your new toy?" They ask Him, "Sure is", he says proudly, looking at you with his characteristically intense gaze. The women study you like you are an ornament or art exhibit. They smile 

"I...I didn't know you were going to invite them", you blurt out. He looks unimpressed. The women look furious, the tall, raven haired woman gets up and approaches you, her eyes already scolding you before any words had exited her red lipped mouth. "How rude! Are you questioning your Master's judgment?! So very fucking entitled!"

You protest, "all I did was as-OWWWW!!." you begin, only to be silenced by a harsh slap on your bum by the curvy, short blonde lady, "Hey!" You exclaim, "I didn't mea-mmmdgffghh!!" Before you can even make any vocal progress, a red ball gag is forced into your mouth and fastened tightly into place.

"Hmmmdfghh!!"

"Slaves speak only when granted permission", the raven woman explains, as she woman-handles you, pulling you onto her lap.

He looks at you, a sly smirk on his face as the two women hitch up your tiny skirt and lewdly comment on your ass and crotch.

"Nice ass...and I do like these tight little holes", the raven woman comments, studying you like an object.

"Doesn't she just drip "fuck me" energy?" The blonde asks rhetorically.

The raven woman smiles, "of course, she's got "fucked by the College Football Team" written all over her in fucking neon". The blonde woman laughs, then explains.

"Your Master said we could play with his Toy, which is what you fucking are".

Sir grabs you by your hair, and looks into your eyes, "You'll be a good little toy for these lovely ladies", he says, glaring at you.

Sir switches his attention to the "my apologies, ladies. She can be a bit of a stupid cunt sometimes."

The blonde reassurea Sir, "it's not your fault she has no manners", which is followed by a harsh slap on your ass from the firm palm of the raven woman that makes you yelp into your gag.

The raven haired woman grips your hair tightly, as you grunt into your gag. "I recommend a thorough correction applied with maximum imposition of humiliation", she stated with a calm, clinical detachment that would impress Dr. Spock.

Sir smiles, "that would be very welcome indeed. Do whatever you feel is appropriate...my bitch is yours to use", he tells the women.

The raven-haired woman gropes your ass aggressively. Sir looks into your eyes, you give a disapproving look, only to yelp into your gag, eyes like saucers, as you feel a vicious spank upon your bottom coutesy of the raven-haired woman, as if she sensed your very miniscule defiance.

Sir enjoys your reaction to the raven-haired woman's corrective spank, "Cassandra, Victoria...", he says, finally naming the two women, "I've been thinking of what would be the perfect gift for you two, and I know you have always had eyes on my little fucktoy. Do enjoy her."

"Oh, we will", Cassandra, the raven woman replies her voice dripping with relish, before adding that "but I think she's going to be better behaved once Victoria and I have finished with her".

Victoria grins as she brushes aside her blonde hair before placing a suitcase on the table and opening it, revealing a huge set of perverted toys within.

Sir laughs and Cassandra giggles, as Victoria begins by taking one of the toys out of the suitcase. You can't see it, but know from Sir and the women's reactions it is something nasty, a supposition that is confirmed as Cassandra grips your bum cheeks and forces them apart, as Victoria's high heels clack behind you.

You look up at Sir, "mhhmmppfff", is all you can say, gagged and helpless as the two ladies make you their bitch as well as his.

You're now getting thrice owned.

Your eyes widen and you grunt as Victoria bluntly inserts the object into your bottom, while Cassandra holds you in place.

"Adorable", your Master says.

Sir grins. The women laugh, as the pig's tail sways from your delightful, wiggling, and now very stuffed ass. Cassandra smacks your ass making your piggy tail wiggle.

"So nice of you to let us stay the whole weekend", Victoria cooed, as Cassandra precisely traced her finger up and down your wet slit.