Master sits in the corner, watching me. I feel His eyes moving over every inch of my body. I hope He is proud of what I have become under His control.
I kneel naked at the foot of the bed, blindfolded, heart pounding. This is the fantasy I have described to Sir many times — the one I have replayed in my mind over and over. To be sold for the night to a stranger.
A sharp knock at the door makes me jump. Master rises from His chair. As He passes, He lifts my chin and says, “Be a good little whore. Obey this Dom completely, just as you obey Me.”
My core clenches at His words.
Master opens the door. New footsteps enter the room. I sense both men studying me. Goosebumps rise across my skin. Master returns to His chair without a word.
The new Dom steps close. He strokes my hair gently, then grips it firmly and pulls me to my feet. “Turn around,” He orders. “Let Me inspect My purchase.”
My face burns as I rotate. When I face Him again, He grabs my shoulders and pushes me down to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Open,” He barks.
I obey. He is thick and long. I struggle at first, but Master has trained me well. I take Him fully without gagging. One hand cups and caresses His balls while the other strokes in rhythm with my mouth.
After a few minutes He seizes my head and forces Himself deeper, holding me there. Then He steps back. “Lie on the bed with your head hanging off the edge.”
I inhale sharply, open wide, and wait. He grips my throat and drives into my mouth, pushing straight into my throat. I panic and reach up. Master growls from the corner. My hands drop instantly.
He pulls out just long enough for me to gasp, then thrusts back in. Again and again, faster, deeper. Tears, snot, and spit run down my face. Finally He buries Himself to the hilt and comes hard, flooding my throat with hot spurts. When He withdraws, I cough and fight for air.
A towel lands on my chest. “Clean yourself up.”
I wipe my face, still breathing hard. The Dom tells Master, “You have trained your slut well.”
Next He orders me to stand and turn away from Him. I rise on shaky legs. He bends me forward over the bed and says, “Do not move.”
I stay there, face down, body tense with excitement, waiting for whatever He decides to do next.
I remain bent over the bed for what feels like forever. My legs start to burn. I shift my weight and lift one foot to shake out the pins and needles.
Big mistake.
The sharp crack of a belt explodes across my ass. “You were told not to move,” Master’s deep voice warns. He follows with a low promise that I will regret embarrassing Him again.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whisper. “I forgot myself. It won’t happen again.”
“We shall see.”
Before I can steady my breathing, a thin switch whistles through the air and bites the backs of my thighs. Once. Twice. Three more times in quick succession. The Stranger’s voice is cold. “I will not tolerate another lapse.” The final strike lands on the tender skin inside my knees.
He tosses the switch onto the bed and grips my hips. I am soaked. He slides into me with one slow, deliberate thrust, burying himself completely and grinding hard against my deepest spot. A needy moan slips from my throat.
Master answers from the corner, “You can and will make noise. Show My guest how grateful you are to be used.”
The Dom yanks my arms behind me and locks my wrists at the small of my back. Each thrust grows harder. I am right on the edge, trembling.
“Please, may I come?” I beg.
“If my cumslut even thinks of coming before I allow it, she will be sorrier than she was a minute ago.”
He speeds up, ignoring my desperate pleas. With a final grunt he slams deep and releases, flooding me with his second load. The feel of it pushes me over. My body explodes around his cock, clenching and pulsing as I come hard.
I stay perfectly still as he pulls out. Warm mixed juices run down my inner thigh. He leans over me, breath hot against my ear. “Turn over.”
I roll onto my back. He pinches both nipples, twists them sharply, and tsks. “So the bitch is disobedient again?” He slaps my tits hard, then spreads my legs wide, leaving me completely exposed.
I don’t see the belt until it cracks down directly on my clit. Pain flares bright. I cry out.
The Dom turns to Master. “How many licks for this transgression?”
Master studies me for a long second. “Twenty should teach a proper lesson.”
“Count, whore.”
Tears leak from under my blindfold as I count every stinging strike out loud. By twenty my voice is shaking. The final blow lands across my stomach. I barely feel it.
Without another word, both men walk out of the room, leaving me lying on my back, dazed and dripping.
I am still floating when I hear them return. The Dom grabs my feet and slides his hands up my legs, spreading my lips to expose my sore, swollen clit. His hair brushes my inner thighs a moment before the shocking cold of an ice cube jolts me awake. He kisses and sucks my clit, moving the ice around with his tongue, then pushes two fingers inside me and goes straight for my G-spot.
As he massages that sensitive spot, he says, “You will come only when I command it. Not a second before.”
He returns his full attention to my clit, working it relentlessly. He holds my legs locked in place so I cannot escape his mouth or fingers. Just as I am about to lose control, he pulls his fingers out and stops everything. My clit throbs painfully, desperate and denied.
“Get on all fours,” he orders. “Crawl to the headboard and lie flat on your stomach.”
I obey. Rope circles my right wrist, then my right ankle, left ankle, and left wrist. A thick pillow is shoved under my hips, forcing my back to arch and lifting my ass high. The bed dips as he moves between my spread legs. He kneads my cheeks roughly, spreads them wide, and drizzles cold lube over my asshole.
The thick head of his cock presses against me. He pushes in slowly. The stretch is intense, almost overwhelming. He sets a steady rhythm, pulling out almost completely before driving back in. Sweat drips onto my back. His thrusts grow harder, showing my ass no mercy. My moans mix with his deep grunts.
I feel him getting close. He drops his full weight onto me, pins me down, and impales me one final time. With a long groan he comes hard, filling me.
After a few minutes he rolls off and stands. I hear him wipe himself clean with the towel. “I’m impressed with your cum-dumpster,” he tells Master. “I’d like to use her again next weekend.”
They agree on next Sunday while he dresses. He thanks Master, and they walk to the door.
Once the door closes, Master approaches the bed. “Looks like we have a return customer.” He brushes damp hair from my face and caresses my cheek. “Rest there for a few minutes.”
Lost in the afterglow, I feel my wrists and ankles being freed. “I’m proud of my dirty whore,” he says. I beam under the praise.
Then he adds, “Now go shower and get ready. Your next client will be here in an hour.”