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Cunt

By: slut_4daddy



He calls me cunt because that's all I am to him. A cunt for him to do as he pleases with. I have no name, I have no face, I have no purpose but to serve him.

"Cunt!" he yells through the house. "Get your slutty little twat over here."

I scuttle into the kitchen where he stands, looking at me with disapproval. "What the hell is this?" he demands. I look around but am uncertain to what the problem is. Everything looks to be in place.

He grabs my hair and yanks my head downward. "This," he tells me, showing me the scuff marks on the floor. "Get down there and clean this shit up." Then he throws me to the ground, smushes me to the ground with his booted foot, and throws a wet rag on top of my naked body.

I don't wear clothes around the house, I'm not allowed. I am a cunt and that's all I am- so why would I cover that up? Why would I be modest? I do as my master tells me to and parade my shaved cunt around wherever I go. He tells me several times a day that it's the only piece of me worth a dime. And even then, it's worth just about that.

I wash the floor on my hands and knees, my blond hair dragging in the mud while my master looks on amused. It gives him pleasure to see me in pain or humiliated. I keep my body close to the floor, knowing that if I lift it too much, I will be punished. Sure enough, I am too high off the ground and his boot comes down on me once again. "I want your tits to drag bitch." I lower myself both physically and with humility. I am his cunt. I must do as he commands.

"Who's little cunt are you?" he demands, as if reading my thoughts.

"Yours Sir," I answer promptly and with, I hope, the proper amount of humility.

"And what are you?"

"Your little cunt sir. To do with as you please."

The small kitchen floor is clean now and he orders me to roll over on my back. Then he takes the rag that I have been cleaning with and wrings it out over my body. The dirty cold water trickles over my belly and back onto the floor. "What will my little cunt do for me?"

"Anything that you ask, Sir."

"Lick up that water from the floor," he directs.

I reach my tongue out, quivering. I don't want to do it, but I know I must. Just as the tip of my tongue touches the dirty brown puddle, he shoves me again with his booted foot and I sail across the floor and land unceremoniously in a heap.

"That's enough," he orders. Although his tone is still sharp, I know I have pleased him by my willingness to obey him unquestioningly, "Now, mop it up with your hair. Keep your body low. Your tits to the floor," he reminds me.

As I use my shiny blond hair to sop up the muddy floor, I can't help but cry. I know this was meant to be better than being forced to lick the dirty floor clean with my tongue. Certainly, it is better. But I feel so humiliated, dragging my body over the floor and using my hair as a rag. Fat tears run down my face. I know I am not allowed to wipe them away without his permission so I continue the job he has assigned me.

"Aww. Is the little cunt crying?" he asks in mock sympathy. His voice is full of scorn and contempt. "I love a nice wet cunt. You know I do. Cry for me cunt. I want you dripping wet when I fuck you."

I try to cry silently, not giving him the satisfaction of my sobs and I am mainly successful. I finish the job and lay there on the ground dirty and humiliated, waiting for his instruction.

They come in a very physical way as he grabs my hair and pulls me up to my knees. A shiver goes through my body as I wonder what further abuse awaits me. Knowing my place, I keep my eyes low, focused on the floor at his feet. I hear rather than see him unzip, and then he reaches down and grabs my chin, pulling my face up toward him. He grasps his cock, hard and proud in his hand and wipes it forcefully over the tears on my face. I feel his organ twitch and grow still harder as he does so. "Oh yes," he says, "This cunt is going to be nice and wet when I fuck it."

Now he lets go of my chin and takes a hold of me by the sides of my head with a fistful of hair in each hand. "Open up cunt. I'm going to fuck you now." My mouth opens for his use and he inserts his throbbing cock past my lips. I have no time to lick or tease his cock-head as he immediately begins fucking my face, even as the tears continue to fall. I nearly gag, but he has trained me to take it deep into my throat and I do my best to relax and accept it.

"It's a filthy little cunt," he comments "but at least it's nice and wet." It is me that he refers to as 'it' as I am nothing but a thing to him, a cunt to use as he pleases. I am here for his pleasure and my own is incidental. Nothing more than a testament to his own prowess.

"That's it cunt," he tells me. "Every part of you is a cunt for me. Even your mouth is just another cunt for me to fuck. You're worthless as anything other than a cum rag, and you know it." My body is on fire as the sting of his words burns through me. An uncomfortable arousal is growing within me. I need this to feel free, to allow myself the pleasures that lay ahead if I please him. I need this, but it hurts just the same. I don't want to need it but I do. As the tears flow down my face, I can only hope that his words will become even more hurtful and humiliating. I need to take this abuse as much as he needs to give it. My nipples twist up almost painfully, as if to prove that there is pleasure in my pain.

"Choke on it bitch!" he screams as he rams his cock deeper into my throat. "Your pain is my pleasure. Choke on my thick cock." He rams it deep now, yanking my head in toward his stomach. The force is greater than I can bare now and I succumb, choking and sputtering on his forceful tool. He pulls out of me, pleased that he has overwhelmed me, knowing that I can endure no more.

"Does the little cunt want a proper fucking?" he asks disdainfully.

"Yes Sir," I answer, barely above a whisper.

"Then get down on all fours and bark little bitch."

I can do nothing but obey. My knees hurt from all the time I've spent serving him on this hard tile, following every direction given as quickly as my body can move. My barking is sharp and high and comes out even sharper as he slaps my ass forcefully with the flat of his hand. "Oh yes, a cunt has to be nice and red," he tells me as he spanks me again and again. My barking does not cease. I tremble to think what punishment would befall me if it did. Now that he has assigned me the roll of a dog, my punishment would surely follow suit.

"Dirty. Filthy. Bitch." Each word is accompanied by it's own harsh slap. It is difficult to tell which hurts more or which gives me greater pleasure. "Nasty. Twat. Cheap. Whore. Low. Disgusting. Worthless. Trash." The insides of my thighs were damp and he knew it. Instead of slapping my burning backside again, he pushed a finger past my ass-cheeks into my wet quim Slowly and torturously he teased my hungry lips with small circular motions designed to make my arousal progress. Sure enough, I could soon feel my liquids dripping down the inside of my legs.

"Your twat is wet, cunt," he tells me. "Dripping in fact. I can smell your skanky twat juices whore. I know you like being treated like a filthy rag. Why don't you tell me how much you like it."

"Yes Sir," I answer with a shiver. "I love it when you treat me like a filthy cum rag and use me for your pleasure. I love it when you humiliate me and make me cry. I'm just a worthless cunt. I don't deserve to be fucked by your magnificent cock. I don't even deserve to be allowed to serve you. Thank you for letting a worthless cunt like me serve you and be your soiled cunt rag."

The words send further shivers through my body. I have not made them up on the spot. Presently I can't think. There is no way I could have formed the thoughts to answer him properly. A week ago he gave them to me, neatly typed on an index card and ordered me to remember them. They are the only acceptable answer to his question. If I am off by even one word, the punishment will be severe. Every week or so, he writes me out a new response to memorize and part of my job of serving him is to learn it immediately and flawlessly. He accepts no error, no mistake in my service. Only total compliance.

"You're right cunt. You don't deserve it. But what you really are is a piece of shit whore, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Say it cunt."

I can barely choke out the words. "I'm a piece of shit whore Sir."

"Why cunt? Tell me why?"

This is the hardest part. He always seems to put me through it. I take a ragged breath and begin. "Because when you found me, I was so desperate, I was willing to do anything."

"You're still desperate aren't you cunt?"

"Yes Sir."

"Only now what are you desperate for?"

"You're cock Sir. Please. I've got to have it."

"Oh dear, my slutty little cunt. You need to do better than that. I've heard you beg. I know you can do better."

"Master please," I start to beg. "I have to have your hard cock stuffed up my wet twat, Sir." I am not allowed to call it a pussy because that sounds too nice and I'm not allowed to call it a cunt because that is all of me. A cunt may not have a cunt and a cunt may not have a pussy. A cunt may only have a twat. "Please Sir, I'd do anything to have that magnificent cock crammed up inside my horny wet twat. I need it Sir, I'm a horny slutty little cunt. Please let me have it. My slutty little twat is dripping soaking wet. I'm begging you. Use my twat as your fuck toy and then use the rest of me as your cum rag. Please master, Please."

Real tears of longing and frustration came into my eyes. My body was in such a high state of arousal the thought of not being fucked, the idea that he might leave me there on the cold tile to suffer was beginning to be physically painful. I was willing to suffer any torture to be fucked by him and fucked hard and he knew it. I had done it many times. I had submitted the most unimaginable humiliations and pains just to be allowed to reach my tongue out to touch the tip of his cock.

:"Please fuck your property, Sir. Your little cunt is a nasty little nymphomaniac. My only pleasure comes from your cock and from serving you."

At last, I had found the right words. I was rewarded by him grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking my head forcefully. "Will you swallow my load cunt? Will you like up all my jiz when I empty my balls all over your face? Will you clean your juices off my cock after I've fucked your twat and made you cum on my dick?"

"Yes Master, please," Not only would I, I couldn't wait for him to shoot his wad across my lips and chin and neck. He never comes inside me, but always on me. It's one of my favorite parts and gets me horny all over again until he's ready to fuck me some more. He keeps me in a constant state of arousal so that I'm ready to be fucked and willing to do anything at a moments notice.

I could barely stand the wait by the time he plunged his monster thick cock into my crevice. I could feel him spreading my hunger lips as he entered me, all the time keeping a firm grip on my hair. His strokes where long and measured but hard, firm. He slammed into me each time, causing his balls to slap into me from behind. The pressure on my knees made it difficult to stay up, but my hungry pussy demanded that they not give out. The pain in my ass burned out of control. My head hurt from constantly being yanked around. Yet I craved more pain. "Pull harder!" I begged him as he gave my hair a good yank.

His thrusting sped up now, and I knew he'd be cumming soon. The thought of his salty spounge on my face made me lick my lips hungrily. "Feed me your hot cum," I begged him. "Let your little cunt swallow it all down like a hot meal."

He grunted and gave me one last thrust as my twat contracted and juices flowed from it. "Come for me cunt bitch," he commanded needlessly. He pulled out of my sopping wet gash and yanked me around to face him. His cumm shot out in hot jets over my lips and my open mouth. He could have got it all into my mouth, but her preferred to cover my face with the sticky goo. When he finished, and his balls were emptied across my cheeks he shoved his cock at me for cleaning. I sucked all of my juices off him until he pulled out of my mouth and ordered me to clean myself off. Now I scooped the cum up from the sides of my face and into my mouth and swallowed it noisily.

I wanted to lay there decadently enjoying my own sluttiness, but he had other plans for me. "You've used up your purpose here cunt. Now go to your cage till I want you again." I crawled to my room, a barren square with a large metal cage and let myself in. My master came in to chain my arms and legs to the bars so that my legs were spread but I could not touch myself. The only other thing in the room was a TV and that was turned on to some porn. Here I would wait in sweet agony until my services were needed again.

Cunt 30218



"You have read the terms?" 

"Yes Sir." 

"You understand we are not moving forward with a romantic relationship?" 

"Yes Sir." 

"You understand I will no longer be addressing you by your given name?" 

"Yes Sir." 

"You will no longer be a person, I will regard you as my property." 

"Yes Sir." 

"You understand we are not exclusive?" 

"Yes Sir." 

"You understand both parties can terminate at any given time for any given reason?" 

"Yes Sir." 

"You agree to this?" 

"Yes Sir." 

"You do this of your own free will and not to please me?" 

"Yes Sir." 

He took a deep breath, holding the five page document in his hand. His eyes left me and scanned the paperwork. He had offered me a contract a month ago. He had offered me a chance to belong to him. He refuse to allow me to sign it in the moment. He refused to review it with me in that moment. A week later we discussed it at great length over a dinner he prepared for me in his home. 

He wanted me to fully process this document. He wanted me to fully understand the gravity of what was being offered to me. When he gave it to me, I wanted it immediately. When he reviewed it with me, I doubted myself. The more time we spent together, the more I realized we were already living by the code of the contract. Who was I kidding? This just cemented the place I already held. How could I not sign it? 

Each term required an initial next to it. He held a ball point pen in his hand and began to initial next to them. I watched each time he initialed and I remembered the terms I was agreeing to. His pen swirled as he initialed next to each one he had created. 

There had been so much to process. I was thankful that he had refused to allow me to sign it immediately. Signing the contract had to be done of my own free will. It had to be done outside of his influence. I had to digest exactly what I was agreeing to. Ultimately, he was offering me everything I ever wanted. It would not be easy but I was about to embark on the most terrifying and fulfilling journey in my life. 

In a flurry he scribbled his name on the last page. Flipping the paper toward me, he pushed it across the table. His eyes on mine, intense, dark, with a flicker of fear that vanished quickly when he began to speak. 

"I agree to the terms of this contract and have signed. You reviewed this. You took time to process it. If you agree as well, please sign and date." 

When I picked up the pen, I noticed my hand was shaking. I looked up at him at the other end of the table. He sat with his hands folded. His gaze fixed on me. He would not be coaxing me into signing. It was to be my decision and my decision alone. 

I read each term slowly before I initialed next to it. 

From this day forward, Karen Lambert agrees to become the property of John Gerhart. 

I initialed as my heart thundered in my ears. 

Karen will be referred to as Cunt 30218, Cunt, C 30218, or 30218 by John, unless in vanilla company. 

I initialed as my entire body grew hot. 

Karen will only refer to John as Master, being her true owner, unless in vanilla company. 

A shaky KL went next to his JG. 

Karen will refrain from speaking in the first person. She will only speak in the third to demonstrate her acceptance of her status as being John's property. 

I gulped as I initialed next to this one. This one would be hard. 

John will respect all hard limits outlined above. 

This one was much easier to sign. I noticed how smooth my initials were next to his. 

John will push all soft limits outlined above. 

I let out a long exhale this time. 

John will support Cunt 30218 in growth by developing her into a well-rounded slave. 

I could feel the sweat beads forming on my back as I continued to initial. 

Safe words are as follows: Red for stop the scene. Yellow for pause the scene to allow for regrouping. Green for continue the scene. 

It felt good knowing I could still use my safe words. 

When it came time to sign the final signature section, I was agreeing to the entire document, I was exhausted. I could not believe how drained I felt. Nothing had happened, we had just reviewed the contract. I had a question, how was I to sign? Which name was I to use? 

"Master?" 

He smiled and nodded to me. "You have not signed the document yet, I am still Sir." 

I blushed, over eager as always. I corrected myself. "Sir, how am I to sign?" 

He cleared his throat. "Once you sign the document you will assume your new position, not before. Your given name is how you sign." 

I nodded. Lowering my gaze to the paper, to that thin little line, I noticed that my hand was no longer shaking. I wanted this. I needed this. I needed more structure. I knew it. It was going to be scary. It was going to be hard. That was the point. I signed my name, fluidly, and neatly. There was no questions about it. I was his property from that moment one. 

A weight was immediately lifted from my shoulders as I signed it. It was as if the whole world shifted on its axis. Everything and nothing had changed with my signature. 

After I lowered the pen, I rose from my chair, then down to my knees. I took the papers in my hand and placed it between my lips, careful not to get them wet with my tongue. I got on all fours, and crawled toward my new Master. 

Once I reached him, I knelt back, ass on my heels, bowed my head, and offered him the document. With my eyes cast down I could not see what he did. However, I envisioned him scrutinizing the paper, reviewing my signature. 

My heart was pounding still. However, this time it was not in fear of what I was committing to, it was in anticipation of what would happen next. How would my owner, my Master proceed? 

The warmth from his hand caressing the side of my face, along my jaw, his thumb grazing my cheek, sent a shiver down my spine. The affection in the touch was soothing my anxious soul. He guided my face upward, so that our eyes met. 

"Thank you for this gift Cunt 30218." 

"Thank you Master." 

It felt weird to say it at first. I had gotten so used to calling him Sir for the past eight months. To change his title felt a little bit wrong. However, it was right. We had just changed the terms of our relationship. I would get used to it. 

His hand went from my cheek and began to stroke my hair. He looked down at me, as if studying me. I wasn't sure what was left to study, we had been pretty steadily seeing one another two, sometimes three, times a week for eight months. There couldn't be much more to see in me. 

I gazed upon him adoringly. The neat and tidy short red beard was well maintained along his jaw. His pale blue eyes had the ability to go from soft and caring to hard and glaring. He could pierce my soul with just one look. His light brown hair was kept short, and neat close to his head. No styling products were needed, it just appeared to lay perfectly on his head. 

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply as his fingers began to entwine in my hair, low, near the nape of my neck. He held my head firm, he shook my head slightly, mostly to remind me he was in control. There was no need to remind me. I knew. It washed over me, and my muscles relaxed. 

He pulled my head against his thigh. The smooth material of his dress pants tickled my cheek as he guided my head to nuzzle him. My nose grazed the outline of his growing erection. His free hand stroked my other cheek facing upward. 

"There will be times I will treat you harshly Cunt. I want you to know that I will do this to build you up. I will be doing this to help you grow. I will always cherish you." 

"Yes Master." I whispered relishing in the feeling of the fabric and the warmth of his body so close to mine. 

His free hand came down hard on my cheek, I heard the crack before I felt the sting, and the heat grew. I bit my lip and tried to breathe through the sting while he stroked my cheek again. 

After a few moments, his hand slid out of my hair. I missed it immediately. I stood from his chair, and I bowed my head once more. His hand slid down my arm, and took mine. He guided me up to my feet and led me through his apartment. 

Once in his bedroom, he circled me a few times. I could not see his expression. I could only see his black dress shoes as they slowly went around and around me. He stopped behind me. 

I heard the sound of the zipper as he tugged it down slowly. He kissed one side, and then the other of my neck as he used both his hands to slide my dress off my shoulders. It feel in a pool at my feet. 

He kissed across my shoulder blades as he gently undid my bra. One hand grazed my side as he slid it under my arm and around to my chest. He cupped my C-cup breast while he slid the straps of my bra down with his other hand. 

Soon both of my bra-covered breasts were in his hand. I let out a low moan as he simultaneously bit into the crook of my neck and squeezed my breasts. He nibbled his way up my neck to my earlobe while he massaged, kneaded my breasts. 

The moisture between my thighs was building as the bra slipped down exposing my aroused nipples to the cool air. As my bra fell to the floor, joining my dress, his hands slide down over my belly, and dipped into my satin panties. I gasped as he pushed them down, still standing behind me. 

Completely naked, in his bedroom was not new to me. He enjoyed my naked form. I was self-conscious about my thighs, I felt they were thick. I hated the bit of stretch marks over my hips. My stomach was not as flat as it once was. My breasts were not as perky as they were in my early twenties. 

His hands rested on my shoulders as I was getting lost in my own self-conscious thoughts about my nudity. He guided me to turn and face him, my back to his bed. I kept my head bowed, still not meeting his eyes. He pressed on my shoulders and I went on my knees before him. 

He was fully dressed in a suit. I was completely naked. The power differential was so intoxicating. I was his property, property didn't wear clothes. 

He began by caressing my cheek. I tilted my head into it. He raised my head again, so that our eyes could meet. I could not read him. His face was completely blank. I had seen this look before in him. 

Without warning he reeled his hand back and slapped my face again. The force of this caused my head to turn and the pain shot through my body. It took me but a moment to return to looking at him. His face unchanged. 

Again, he stroked my now hot cheek with affection. When his hand flew back I closed my eyes, trying to prepare for the sting. It came quickly, again my head flew to the side. It was harder this time. 

"Do not take your eyes off me." 

"Yes Master." 

I opened them again and looked at him. I had no idea why he was hitting me. The tingle, the sting of his slap lingered longer than it did last time. 

While stroking my cheek with one hand his other hand came down and slapped my other cheek. My head flew to the side and I almost fell over. I quickly regained my composure and returned to meeting his eyes. 

He continued this way for five more slaps. He alternated cheeks. I could feel the heat, I knew my cheeks were very red, by the time he had stopped slapping me. I was breathing heavily, my pussy was spasming. 

Now the rope came out. First he turned me, so I was facing the foot of his bed. He coiled it quickly over my wrists, and brought them together, in double column tie. He raised my arms above my head and wrapped the rope around the canopy of his wrought iron bed. 

He then clasped the cuffs around my ankles and spread them using the spreader bar. I was barely on balance when he was satisfied with how far apart my legs were. I was stretched. My arm muscles and leg muscles tight but not unbearable. 

A leather blindfold covered my eyes. A rubber ball gag stretched my jaw open, and silenced me. His body pressed against my back, and I got goose bumps. His hands covered my breasts, squeezing them, kneading them again, and I moaned into my gag. Everything, every touch of his was magnified now that I could not see. 

The warmth of his breath in my ear as he whispered to me sent a tingle down to my clit. "I use my toys, my property to their fullest potential." 

He pinched both my nipples between his fingers I groaned into to the gag. I was getting lost in the fog immediately, I didn't know what was coming, and all I could do was listen for and feel what he was doing. My body, my mind, everything about me was on full alert. I tried to anticipate everything he was going to do to me. 

If I could, I would have squealed when I felt them bite into me. He was using clamps, I knew them immediately, the blue clover clamps were harsh and bit hard on my nipples. I curled my toes as the sensation ran up and down my body. I could feel my pussy becoming puffy and wet with more and more arousal. 

My nipples felt taunt as I assumed he was pulling on the chain between the two clamps. However, when I felt his hands begin to massage the muscles in my shoulders, I realized he must have hung something from the chain. I whimpered as my nipples began to burn. 

In an instant, he was gone. I missed his touch. I had no idea where he was in the room, if he was close, if he had left. I waited. It was all I could do. 

After a few moments I pulled at my bonds. First my hands. I tugged, testing the rope. My wrists could move slightly, enough where circulation was not cut, but not enough to slip out. I wiggled my ankles, trying to see if I could bring my legs together. Nothing, the spreader bar he had between them was firm. 

I whimpered as my movements caused what was dangling between my breasts to sway. Each sway caused my nipples to be tugged a bit more. The clamps felt as though they were biting harder into my flesh. I tilted my head back, the drool falling back into my mouth. 

Where was he? How long could he leave me like this? How long would he leave me like this? 

I yelped, and jumped, startled at first when I felt the impact of the suede flogged on my ass. It didn't hurt, it was more thuddy than painful. He had done it to remind me that he was there. As the suede strips landed over and over again on my body the intensity increased. 

What was once almost a hug to my skin was now stinging. It became sharper with each stroke. He whipped me over and over. The heat, the bite, it increased with each whap against my back, my butt, my thighs. I could feel welts beginning to raise as he continued, relentlessly working my body with the flogger. 

I cried into my ball gag, I felt tears welling behind the leather mask. It was so much, so intense. Could I take more? It stopped. I was breathing heavily through the ball gag. I could also hear him, he was breathing hard as well. 

I heard the sound before he brought it to me. It was on high, and it hummed loudly. I bit down on the gag when he pressed the rounded end of the hitachi into the apex of my thighs. I pulled at my bonds as the feeling was so intense. 

He had it on high and it stimulated my pulsing clit immediately. My legs trembled almost instantly. I was not a pain slut, but he knew my body. 

"You are being rewarded Cunt. You may cum at will today." 

I closed my eyes behind the mask, and focused on the feeling of the hitachi. I ground my hips against it, so close to orgasm, so close to release. I was nearly snorting through my nose when I was at the edge he pulled it away. 

My body heaving, my breathing nearly rasping, drool dripping down my chin, I whined. I wanted to cum. He said I could cum. Why did he take it away? I was frustrated and I groaned. 

"Tut tut Cunt. I said you could cum a will, I didn't say I would keep the stimulus there long enough." 

I whimpered. I was so close. 

I cried out into the gag when it hit. This was the sharpest pain I had felt ever under his hand. It was worse than a cane. It felt as if whatever he had just used on me sliced into my breast tissue. It landed again, so close to the previous spot and I jolted again. 

I pulled harder against the rope. What was he hitting me with now? Again, the long metal object flicked against my breast and sliced into my skin. Tears fell down my cheeks. I was in so much pain. Could I keep taking this? 

Then the hitachi returned. I groaned and my head fell forward. So intense, against my clit I bucked over it. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. I was so desperate. I rode the hitachi as much as I could in my bound state, grunting as I tried to push myself closer to the orgasm. 

Again, he pulled it away as I was about to take a leap over the edge. I let out a frustrated sigh. I pulled at the ropes again. I was being tortured. The pain and the pleasure, I was enduring, how long would he do this to me? 

I was thrown forward, my knees bent, and the only thing holding me up was the rope around my wrists tied above my head. The thud of the paddle against my now jiggling ass stung. My ass still sore from the flogging, I felt the cricket bat come down again. 

I began to cry immediately. The pain from the cricket back was nothing like the sharp stings of the metal item that had been used on my breasts. Another crack of the cricket bat and I trembled. The pain reverberated through my entire body, causing my pussy to pulse in need. I sobbed loudly with the ball gag in my mouth each time he came down against my ass. He was beating me over the welts I knew were already there. These would be wider, deeper, I could do nothing. 

I hung my head and cried, sobbing, as he continue to work me with the bat. My legs couldn't hold me up. My arms were aching, burning from their position. My ass on fire. I hadn't gone numb, I had just resigned myself to the feeling of being beaten. 

I was lost in a fog at this point. I could feel the pain, I could hear the whoosh of the bat through the air. I however, lost my ability to react. 

I was aware he had stopped. I felt his hands go up my arm and then my arms fell in front of me, still bound together, but no longer tied above me. I felt my body fall backward and he caught me. 

He held me against his body and kissed my forehead lovingly. He gently laid me on my back in his soft bed. He quickly undid the ankle cuffs and brought my sore legs together. Sitting next to me, John rolled me on my side. 

The ball gag was removed from my mouth. I stretched my jaw a few times before I licked my dry lips and closed my mouth. He slipped the blindfold off me, but my eyes were still closed. I was so drained, so tired. 

His body nestled next to mine. He fit behind me, his arm slid under my neck, and the other around my side. He held me close against him and began to kiss my neck lovingly. 

The last thing to be removed were the nipple clamps. I shouted, this I could not help. The blood flowing back to my sore nipples was more painful than the placement of the clamps. It hurt so much to feel them being removed. It wasn't that I had gotten used to them. It was blinding pain. 

He kneaded my breasts, pressing his palm against my sensitive sore nipples. All I could do was groan and whimper against him. I could feel his erection nestled between my ass cheeks. It was then I realized he was naked as well. 

Soon he found his target. His cock slipped into my well-moistened opening. The rounded tip pushed against my channel, which gave no resistance. With a gentle thrusts he pushed himself inside me. 

The two of us let out a satisfied groan in unison. He held my chest closer against his body as he pushed himself inside again. Slowly, one our sides, he worked himself in and out of my opening. I pushed back, wincing, as my ass flesh pressed against his body. 

His slid down my body and pressed into my clit. At first he massaged me as he worked himself back and forth. Then I heard the familiar buzz. I gasped when I felt him bring it against my clit. He pressed it hard into my body and I threw my head back. My body bucked immediately. 




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I could feel myself clenching down on his cock and I grunted in my ear. He bit my shoulder hard and I felt him swell while I rode my orgasm wave. Trembling against him he stopped with a final hard thrust inside me. 

The hitachi fell from his hand, buzzing in the bed and he pulled me against him. The two of us gasping for breath, he nuzzled against me. His beard tickling my skin. I don't know how quickly I drifted off into sleep, but I knew it couldn't have been long.



Cunt!



I've always been a bit of a gambler and it's that attribute that has led me into my most perverse and sexual adventure to date. Now granted, I am only eighteen years old and have much more of my life to live but that doesn't make my statement any less true; it just takes away the strength of the statement. At the time my story takes place, around Christmas of 2006, I stood about five feet and four inches and weighed around one hundred and twenty pounds. I was a small man, still a boy. I couldn't even grow any facial hair yet. I had long, dark brown hair that rested just on top of my shoulder blades. I had grown it out for a bet. I was bet that I would not cut it until I graduated high school for five hundred dollars. With graduation only five months away, I had pretty much all but won it. I had soft features and was a bit doughy where I hadn't played a sport in a little while. One thing I was famous for at my school, besides my pension for taking ridiculous bets, was my cute, bubble butt. The girls loved to slap the hell of it as they walked passed. My ex-girlfriend said it was the sexiest thing about me. All of this being said I have to admit, I looked a little androgynous at times. 

My story begins at my uncle's house in rural Kentucky. I was visiting my cousin Jenny with my younger brother, Derek. We had eaten dinner and were sitting in the living room watching the film, Scream. I'm Ashley, by the way. It's a family name. And yes, I realize it doesn't help my gender neutrality. 

"Hey, Ash!" My brother ask suddenly.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"What year did this come out?"

"1998."

"No, that can't be right. It has to be earlier than that."

"No, I am like 98 percent sure it was 1998."

"I don't know that doesn't sound right to me."

"Well, that's when it was, so deal!" I said harshly.

At this point Jenny started laughing at us which I think embarrassed my brother a little because he gave me a pissed off look. My brother has never submitted to the little brother role. We bicker often. We are only eleven months apart, so we usually do most things together; same sports teams, etc. But my brother is the more athletic one in the family. He over took me in height when he hit fifteen; he is about six feet tall. He is in great shape and pretty popular with the ladies. That has given me kind of a complex, so I typically am a smart-ass to him and put him down when I can to assert dominance. But I do know that he could definitely kick my ass if he wanted to, I just hope he doesn't.

Jenny said, "Here I'll look it up! Derek, when do you think it is?"

"I swear I think It is like 1996." He replied.

"Ashley, do you want to make it interesting?" Jenny ask.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, a bet of course. But no money, I want something silly that will benefit me with a laugh. So like a dare."

"Fine, I'll do it."

"Okay. What is your dare?"

"If I win, you and Derek have to run one lap around the house outside... naked!"

"Hey! Why do I have to? This is between you and Derek."

"You orchestrated this whole thing. You are always protecting him and siding with him, so either that or no deal!"

"Fine! But if we win, you have to let me give you a makeover and dress you up like a girl completely. That means panties and a bra! And you have to wear them all the way home to Lexington. I know you'll have to stop to get gas, so you have to pump it too."

At this point I was getting a little nervous, those terms were pretty intense. Jenny has been trying to give me a makeover and make me pretty forever now. She says she knows I'll be so pretty. You would think that a sixteen year old girl would have gotten over the whole makeover thing by now! But I knew I was right. I answered. "Done. You guys are going to look so fucking stupid. It's so cold outside too! Hahaha"

"We will see about that!"

We all got up and made our way to the computer. Jenny googled Scream and the results popped up on the screen. I was wrong, it was 1996. I had her search a few other things before finally conceding to the victors. Jenny and Derek started laughing hysterically. Jenny was able to get out, "You know I probably wouldn't make you do it if hadn't been such a dick earlier."

"But..." I shut up. I had lost and am soon to be humiliated.

Jenny stopped laughing and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Come on! I have a lot of work to do! Derek, you have to stay here and be the judge once everything is done."

"Like a pageant judge" He laughed.

"Exactly!"

Jenny grabbed my hand and took me to her bathroom. She started fooling around under her bathroom sink and withdrew a wide variety of things. At once I noticed the Nair and razor. I felt concerned. "Jenny, I am not shaving my body!"

"Yes, you will. I want to do this right."

"Seriously! No!"

Jenny grabbed a pair of scissors and then grabbed me by the hair. It hurt like hell and I dropped to my knees.

"Ouch! What the fuck!"

"If you don't do this, I swear to God, I'll cut your hair and you'll be out five hundred dollars."

"Okay. Okay. I'll do it. Just let go!"

"Take off your pants and shirt."

I removed my clothing and stood there in only my briefs. Jenny examined me up and down and began rubbing the Nair on my legs and feet and my lower stomach. She got behind me and pulled on briefs a bit and looked down. "Great," she exclaimed, "You have a smooth butt! And it's cute as hell. How'd you get blessed with such a beautiful girl's butt."

"It's not a girl's butt!" I snap.

"Trust me, when I get you in a pair of cheekies, you'll see how girly of a butt you have."

She waited about five minutes and told me to get in the shower and wash off, then she stepped out of the bathroom. I stepped in and washed off all of the hair from my legs. I had to admit to myself that my smooth legs did feel pretty amazing. I grabbed the razor and did a little touch up on the spots the Nair missed. Once I got to my pubes, I settled on the "when in Rome" philosophy and shaved myself completely bare. There wasn't a spot on hair anywhere below my neck. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and called Jenny back in. When she came in, she was holding a pair of pink and black striped panties with black lace trim, and a plain black bra. I instantly blushed. She looked at me and flashed me a big smile.

"Okay! Put these on and then we will start on your hair and make-up. She turned around and I slid the panties up my leg. They felt really soft. I couldn't believe how comfortable they were. My cock and balls actually didn't feel too constrained. Granted, I've never considered myself well endowed. Hard, I'm maybe four and a half, five inches. I checked out my ass in the mirror. Wow! I couldn't believe that was my ass. It looked sexy as hell. I hiked the panties up just a bit more to show off a little more of my butt. God, I did have a girl's butt! Involuntarily, probably because of the silky feel of the panties on my smooth cock combined with my lust over my own ass, my dick began to grow. Jenny turned around.

"Holy shit, Ashley! You are hot as hell. Look at how amazing of an ass you have. It's not fair to a girl like me with barely any ass to speak of." She then noticed the growing bulge that was tenting the cheekies. "Do I need to leave so that you can take care of that?"

I turned a bright red and turned away from her. She laughed.

"It's okay! It's natural. So, let's put this bra on you . I found it in my closet, it's a 34AA I had back in Jr. high." 

I put my arms through the straps and she adjusted them to fit me and the clipped it in the back. Then she pulled as much skin as she could to fill the cups. She did a pretty good job, It appeared as though I had little breasts. In the mirror I was beginning to look more and more like a girl, still pretty boyish though. Jenny sat me down on her bad and grabbed her make-up, a blow dryer, and a straightener. She blew my hair dry and then straightened it. Then she put in a black head band. She then applied make-up. She didn't use foundation, just some jade eye shadow, mascara, a little blush, and a pink lip gloss. She went to her closet and grabbed a pair of black leggings and had me slide into them. She then grabbed a tan linen shirt, that came down just a little below my butt and then put a thin black belt around my waist. She grabbed a bottle of perfume and lightly sprayed my neck and a little in my hair. Then she gave me a pair of cork clogs she had been given as a gift that were too big for her. If I was a girl, I'd say they were cute. Jenny looked me up and down then paced around me and stopped."I think I have done a damn fine job! You look beautiful."

I looked in the mirror, she was right. I looked like a girl straight out of an American Eagle catalogue. I didn't just pass as a girl, I actually looked pretty hot. I'd give myself an eight out of ten. I stood there and admired myself. A smile began to grow on my face; I have to admit, I felt a little girly and very pretty. Jenny noticed. "Ashley, It's a shame you are not a girl because I think you could have almost any boy out there!"

"Oh shut up! I'll admit you did a damn fine job but let's go show Derek so I can go home and get out of all this girly shit!"

Jenny seemed a little hurt by my comment. "You may look like a cute girl, but you have the mouth of a bitch!" I shot her a mean glance and began walking back to the living room. Jenny ran ahead of me and stood in front of the door, she announced, "Ladies and Gentleman, may I introduce, miss Ashley Maggard." When I walked in, Derek had set up his phone to play "Kiss Me" from Sixpence None the Richer, effectively recreating that scene from She's All That. Once I got in, Jenny began clapping, Derek just looked kind of awestruck. I stood there and parried and twirled, just trying to have fun with it. I felt bad for my comment towards Jenny earlier, I knew she was really proud of her work. Also, I didn't want them to think that it bothered me lest they make fun of me about it forever. This went on a little longer and then I tripped in my shoes and fell. Jenny and Derek began dying laughing. "Shut the fuck up, you assholes!" I yelled.

Derek quipped, "Wow! She has the mouth of an angel!" 

"Tell me about it. So what do you think?" Jenny replied.

"She is pretty girl! Great ass! I'd give her about an eight"

"Okay! An eight's fair. We don't want her getting a big head anyway."

Jenny and Derek laughed some more."Okay, Okay! We have all had our shits and giggles. Derek, let's go! I want to get home before it gets too late."

"No, no, no," Jenny ran from the room and returned with a camera, "I have to take a few pictures of my masterpiece."

I threw in a few quick poses with Jenny snapping away. Then Derek took a few pictures of me with Jenny and then finally Jenny took a picture of me and Derek. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. Jenny looked at the picture ad remarked, "If you two weren't brother and sister, you'd make a real cute couple."

I looked at her and laughed, "I don't think Karrie would like that!" I then made a whip noise. Derek blushed and looked down at the floor. We all laughed and joked a little while longer and then Derek and I left.

"Goodbye Ashley! Maybe you and I can go on a double date next week. I know some real cute boys!"

"Haha, very funny. But we both know they'd both be drooling over me the whole time instead of your broke ass... and I have a dick too!"

"You fucking cunt! I'll kill you."

I smiled and laughed playfully. "Whatever, bitch!"

Jenny smiled and yelled through her giggles, "Cunt!"

We climbed into Derek's car. As I got in, I noticed him checking out my ass. Gross! My own brother was ogling me like I actually was a girl. I smirked though, I felt kind of devilish, like I had some new kind of power. We drove a little ways before we stopped at a gas station. Derek turned off the car, "Okay, you have to pump the gas!"

I looked up at him, "Do I have to? I'm already humiliated enough. Would you do it, please?"

"No, bitch! Go pump my gas."

I stuck out my bottom my lip and fattened it up and widened my eyes real big. It was my first attempt at the pouty, puppy dog face. "Please?" I begged in the girliest voice I could manage.

"Okay! Fine" He got out of the car. I couldn't believed that worked. We usually argue forever, until someone finally gives in. This is one of our shortest bickers in like five years. While I was like this, I was going to use this to my advantage. Derek opened the door, "Hey! I'm going to grab a coke. Do you want anything?"

"Umm... A diet mountain dew. Thanks."

That was weird. I am not used to Derek being kind or polite. He was acting like a real sweet heart. It seemed genuine. I didn't know how to handle it. I watched as Derek went inside. Two guys smoking outside the store were staring at me. We made eye contact and one of them gave a flirty wave, I rolled my eyes and turned away. I could hear them both howling-- it made me smirk. Derek returned, hung the pump back up, and climbed in. He reached in the bag and pulled out a diet mountain dew and a rose."I felt like since you are only a girl for another hour and half, you should get some of their luxuries." I looked at him with suspicious eyes, "Thanks..." He laughed, then I did too, and we drove off. 

We drove on a little ways and were almost to London, Ky when Derek was pulled over. He had speeding about fifteen miles an hour over the limit. Derek has always been a bit of a speed demon. "Oh great! Someone else is going to see me like this." Derek looked at me, "just act as girly as possible and I swear he won't know, you really do look like a pretty girl."

The officer approached the window, tapped it twice and Derek rolled it down. The officer ask, "License and registration."

Derek handed both to him.

"Do you know how fast you were going?"

"Umm... seventy-five."

"Try eighty-six!"

"Ouch...yeah."

"You are also in a construction zone. The speed limit is fifty-five. You were going thirty-one over."

Derek had only had his license for six months and had already received two warnings and two tickets. He was going to lose his license because of this and he knew it, I knew it, and this officer was about to find out about it. On top of that the fine would be huge. He would have to work a summer job just to pay it off. The officer walked back to his car. Derek looked like he was about to cry the whole time. I just sat there silent. Derek finally spoke, "Shit! If I lose my license, Karrie will break up with me for sure." I looked over, he was facing straight ahead and tear began to roll down his cheek, he tried to catch it before I noticed but he didn't. I look back ahead. The officer returned.

"The fine for this is going to be around two-thousand dollars and you are definitely going to lose your license..." he paused, "....but maybe we can work out a deal." Derek and I were all ears. He glanced over at me and licked his lips, I got really creeped out and nervous. He continued, "How about I stand here and watch while your little girlfriend here sucks you off and I'll forget the whole thing!" I looked at Derek horrified, Derek looked back at me in shock. I looked up at the officer. "He is my brother, freak!"

"Even better!" He replied.

"No, you perv!"

"Okay. How about this? You suck off your brother and I'll clear his record. No record of his past tickets will show up."

I got curious. "Why wouldn't you just ask to get your own dick sucked?"

"I like to watch, that's how I get my kicks."

I looked at Derek. He was looking at me with wide eyes of desperation. Two-thousand dollars, no license, and no girlfriend. That's a heavy price to pay just for speeding. And he had been so nice to me earlier, I mean it didn't deserve this but still he was nice. Derek stared back and whispered, "I'm sorry but please?" I didn't want to do this horribly gay and disgusting thing, but I had to. I couldn't make my brother pay that big a price.

"Fine. But you never tell anyone about this!" I looked at the officer, "And I want your handcuffs and baton! I've always wanted some of those.""

"Ooo kink! Fine. Get sucking!"

I got on my knees in the chair and leaned over the center console. I reached out my hands and grabbed Derek's pants, undoing the button and slowly unzipping them. With a little help from him, I slid them down to his knees. I could see my brother's cock growing in his boxers. He was getting very excited. I licked my lips involuntarily and pulled down his boxers. His half-hard dick flopped out. It was huge! My brother was packing some serious heat. He had huge heavy balls that hung low and a long, thick cock. I was mesmerized and jealous all at the same time. How could he be this much bigger than me? It's not fair, but I had to admit it was such a gorgeous penis. I reached out my hand and grabbed a hold of it and started slowly jerking him off. His dick shot up to an impressive eight inches, doubling my own penis. I started to drool a bit. I was really starting to get into this and I haven't even had his dick in my mouth yet. My own penis was rock hard and tenting in my panties. I don't think I have ever been that hard before in my life. I had to admit I was starting to enjoy my submissive role.

Some pre-cum had begun to leak out of his piss hole and was trailing down the head of his dick. I gave him one last look, and lowered myself down to his fat, beautiful cock. I kissed the head and licked off the pre-cum, then I took the head of his cock into my mouth. He tasted salty, hard, soft, warm, and smooth in my mouth; it was a terrific feeling. "Oh! Oh! Wow!" my brother moaned. I lowered myself further, feeling every thick vein that lined my brother's tool until I could feel his dick poking the back of my throat. Then I raised back up, sucking hard, but not too hard, tracing my tongue all along the underside of his shaft. Once back at the top, I began to bathe his cockhead with my tongue, trying to get into his piss slit I then lowered myself back down .My brother's moaning was loud and constant. I took my hands, grabbed his balls and massaged them while I sucked. I then pulled off of his dick and licked it like a lollipop, tracing the veins from the base to the head and back down again. At this point I was worshiping my brother's massive penis. My brother moaned loudly, "Oh god, Sis! You are so fucking good!"

I admit I was beginning to take pride in my work. I wrapped my lips around his penis once again and took him as deep as I could, then I again pulled off of him slowly, squeezing his dick with my pursed lips. My brother's dick was getting harder and he was moaning between every breath. "Oh, you are amazing! You are so much better than Karrie! Oh.. Mmmm."

I was really into the moment and I started moaning and humming on his cock as I sucked him up and down. I was being more consistent and quicker with my pace. I took my other hand and reached into my leggings and began rubbing my dick. My panties were soaked with pre-cum. I don't know why I was enjoying doing this so much. Maybe, it was the pure insanity of the situation, maybe it was all the attention and praise, I have no idea. All I do know is that I was sucking my brother's dick like a cock gobbling whore. My brother slowly pulled me off of him and changed positions to where his back was against the driver's door and his feet rested on my chair. Once settled, I returned to his cock. I kissed it up and down with small, soft pecks, and then I moved down to his balls. Sucking on each one, slowly rolling them around in my mouth. He really enjoyed this and started squirming. I giggled and returned back to his cock, taking it deep once again. I wanted to fit all of that fucker into my mouth! In this position I could watch my brother, while he watched me. I looked up and made eye contact with him and slowly sucked him up and down. "You love your brother's cock, don't you?" He said.




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With a mouth full of dick I stared at him and replied, "Mmmhmm."

"Oh! You are a professional. You are the most amazing cock sucker."

My dick felt like it was about to explode in my panties so I let off of it a bit. I didn't want to cum yet for fear that reality would set in and I would no longer enjoy what I was doing. My brother's taste was constantly refreshing in my mouth with all of his pre-cum leaking out. It seemed as though much more was coming out now. I pulled back up to the head of his dick and stuck my tongue in his piss slit, working my way around it, then I moved to the underside of his fat, mushroom head and took long strokes across it. With only the head in my mouth I continued doing that while I jacked off the base and stared at him. He looked at me, and then leaned his head back in pleasure. "Oh my god! This is fucking amazing. Oh! Oh!"

He looked back down and said, "I am getting really close to cumming."

The officer who had been watching the whole time and touching himself spoke up, "You better let him cum in your mouth and I want to see that cum so don't swallow it straight away." I looked down and started sucking in long, quick strokes. His penis had swollen to a tremendous size and the protruding veins of the shaft were making it hard to keep a seal around his dick. A bit of slobber was rolling down his shaft and onto his balls. I pulled up and held tightly around the head. Then , like someone suffering from a severe muscle spasm, my brother body arched upward and his penis released a deluge of hot semen. My brother couldn't help but moan and whimper, "Ah! Oh! Ah, ah! God, take it Sis, take all of it. Oh!"

The first wave was just quick, small, and hit the back of my throat. However, the second and third waves were the huge gushers of come that quickly filled my mouth and completely drowned my tongue. He came more and more until his body no longer was tensed up and he fell gently back into his seat. Like a greedy cum lover, I squeezed his shaft with my hand all the way up to the head, being sure to get as much cum as I could. Then, I looked up at my brother and officer behind him and opened my mouth, revealing my hard earned reward. I let them gaze at me in all my beauty for a few seconds and then I swallowed my Derek's hot load. Then, I returned to a normal sitting position and stared straight ahead. Derek caught his breath and did the same. The officer looked at me, "Miss! That was one of the best blowjobs I have ever seen. You have a gift!"

Harshly, I replied. "Thanks creep. Now go fuck yourself."

"I already did! Haha. Well, here are the things you ask for and you two have a pleasant night."

With that he walked back to his car and drove off. Derek and I just sat there in the car for a few seconds. Derek finally spoke up, "Thank you so much for doing that Ashley. I know you didn't want to and I'll get you back sometime."

"Don't worry about it, we don't need to make things any gayer."

"Well, if it makes any difference, that was literally the greatest blowjob I have ever had."

"Thanks."

Then Derek got back onto the highway and we drove the rest of the way home. I sat there thinking about how enjoyable of an experience that was. I know it was gay and I know it was my brother, but I really did like having his big cock filling my mouth. What does that say about me? When we got home, Mom and Dad were already asleep. I walked upstairs to my bed and Derek followed upstairs to his. Once I reached my room I turned around and said to Derek, "Goodnight!"

Derek looked me up and down, "God Ashley! You really are beautiful this way!" I blushed heavily and smiled. Then, I turned and went into my room. I pulled off the top and belt and slid down my leggings. Then I took off my bra. I put everything in a pile and slid it under my bed. But I left my panties on. I loved the way they feel on my body. I put on a T-Shirt and pajama pants and crawled into bed. I fell asleep digesting my brother's cum with his taste still fresh in my mouth. It felt good to be a girl.



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Hot nights call for hot girl-on-girl fantasies. I want nothing more than a girl to trib with me. That would be a dream come true.

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In the bedroom that stayed dark save for dozens of flickering candles situated on a dresser, Miley stood before the full-length mirror, the familiar flames of excitement coursing through her body. She had been horny all day, but now had a long private moment to satisfy her desires the way she knew how.

She stripped her tanktop over her head with practiced grace, revealing her breasts clad in a bra of such wipsy material she may as well have been naked. Her perfectly pink nipples seemed to glow through the soft fabric.

Miley smiled in the self-satisfaction her tits were so firm, years away from sagging, even with their size that made guys and girls drool with lust. Knowing she could turn on so many people turned her on like nothing else.

She reached to unclasp her bra, loudly sighing at the soft material grazing her tits as it slid away. She moaned at their roundness reflected in the mirror and stepped forward.

"Nice tits," Miley whispered aloud, the thrill of the near-forbidden word making her mouth smirk again and pussy lips tingle with warmth. Her matching wispy panties were going to be so wet by the time she took them off- but first things first. She laid her hands on the wall that supported the mirror and moved closer still until her nipples grazed the cool glass. She gave a soft gasp at the sensation, mouth widening orgasmically. "Unh..." She looked to her chest, her reflection making it appear another girl was with her and sharing her ecstasy. Well, she knew of a friend or two she could try that with sometime (and damn if that idea didn't make her wet), but for now she smoothly rubbed her tits against the mirror.

Miley looked her reflection in the eye with a sultry expression, addressing it like it really was a lesbian lover. "You like this, don't you?" she whispered haughtily. "You like rubbing big tits, you dirty slut? You like watching your nipples stiffen and ache?" As if spurred on by the words, Miley's nipples hardened into pink peaks, and she stepped away from the mirror to admire them. "Mmm," she circled her fingers over the nubs, purring with erotic delight.

Oh, to feel every sensation on her luscious tits...she cupped one in her hands, admiring the firmness and heft. Experimentally, she lifted the breast up while leaning her head down, tongue just able to flick over the peak. An unusual feeling, but very satisfying. Miley looked her reflection in the eye again and kept sucking and flicking her tongue on the pink nub of flesh that never softened.

"Such a whore," she purred, and to give the other nipple some attention as well, rolled it between her fingers to keep it hard. A piercing would look good there one of these days...

"Ooh!" Miley released her breasts as the heated sensation in her quim grew stronger. Quickly she pulled away her skirt to confirm any suspicion about dampness on her panties. The moisture had made the silk even more transparent than usual, exposing a pussy perfectly pink and naked, save for a faint patch of dark auburn hair. As fiery as her sexual desires.

Miley let her panties drop to the floor to give her pussy freedom. The center of all her sensations. She wanted to touch it, stroke it, tease it, fuck it, ache and soak her body with its hot juices. Every orgasm was another naughty piece of heaven.

Speaking of naughty...she grinned at her reflection once more. "See anything you like?" she drawled and stepped to the glass again, taking a deep breath before pressing her mound against it. "Oh, yes!" she cried out, the coolness of the glass still making her pussy hot. And given that once again it looked like she wasn't alone... Miley began humping her reflection in delirious desire. "Yes, you love my pussy grinding on you, don't you? You love how hot and wet it is...mmm, fuck...I'm gonna fuck you til you come screaming!"

Miley grunted with effort as she kept slamming her bare cunt against the mirror, the wetness it left lubricating her movements. She gasped and her voice became breathy. "Oooh, yes, my little pussy's so hot..." Her breathing quickened as she felt her clit tighten and throb. Miley kept up tribbing her mirror image and when orgasm struck, she rolled her head and released a keening wail as she felt her pussy explode. Juices seeped onto the mirror and down her toned thighs.

"Unh!" Miley held tight to the mirror to keep from collapsing under her suddenly-weakened legs. After a long moment of heavy breathing, she stepped back to see the results, cunt cream smeared on the glass and her body.

"Mmm, fuck..." Still aching at her core, it was time for round two. Miley massaged her firm tits with one hand while the other traveled down to her pussy; she moaned as she spread her wet lips to reveal her engorged clit. Even the lightest of strokes sent shocks through her body again. "Yeah..." She closed her eyes and rocked her hips outwards to press the fingers back and forth inside her.

Breathy sighs filled the air as Miley continued the more gentle ministrations on her pussy. The dull throbbing was an erotic contrast to her quickening heartbeat. Her slippery fingers touched every sensitive nerve, and it wasn't long before she could feel her cunt begging for release again. "Make me come," she whispered aloud, and the hand on her tits moved to slip two fingers inside her while she rolled at her clit, giving it soft pinches before she felt another climax. "Unh!..." Miley scissored her fingers and rolled her eyes to watch her body shake and tits jiggle with her orgasm.

Finally with a shuddering sigh, she pulled her fingers away when the climax ended, amazed at how wet they were. She licked her fingertips, savoring the soft, warm, and oddly sweet tang of her own quim. Just like eating pussy. Miley gave a rueful smile that she wasn't limber enough to do that on herself. Another future task to employ a friend for. "Slut," she hissed, resisting the urge to touch herself again until the feelings subsided completely. She wanted this ultimate climax to build.

Miley stepped to the dresser and pulled out what had become her favorite accessory, not that she could exactly endorse it in public: a smooth, red vibrator. About seven inches long and three around, it had no special textures or bells and whistles, just something simple she could pick up with pocket change in disguise at the backroom of a store in a small town, the kind where shopkeepers don't even blink. Simple, but did the trick. And then some.

Once more in front of the mirror, Miley sighed and let the anticipation and desire overwhelm her. Without turning it on, she started by gliding the toy in and out of her generous cleavage. "Yeah, fuck my tits," Miley near-pleaded, shivering at the warming surface of the vibe. She moved her body to watch her firm breasts sway and once again become aroused from the action. The vibe's tip rubbed over her still-hard nipples before being enveloped by her mouth.

Messily, Miley lapped her tongue and made satisfied slurps as she sucked the tip, admiring how her cheeks hollowed and lips made the perfect suction. Mmm, you cock-sucking whore. The thought sent a fresh jolt of arousal to her cunt. Not just cock-sucking...pussy-fucking.

She popped the vibrator from her mouth, knowing her saliva and sex juices would be plenty of lubrication. She arched her hips out again and spread her lower lips. Oh, yeah. Miley turned the toy on to medium speed- slow just wasn't a good enough starter for her- and placed it on her swollen clit. She cried out at the instant sensation and struggled to stay on her feet while watching her reflection.

Her breasts shook and thigh muscles clenched as the toy worked its magic, and Miley could feel more juices seeping from her pussy; she could hardly remember herself being this wet before. Her clit throbbed in satisfaction, but her pussy wanted more and more.

"Unhhh...fuck, yeah..." Now everything was throbbing, and she shut her eyes to concentrate on the sensation. Couldn't hold back, had to do it now...with a deep breath she slid the vibe to push right inside her, all her natural juices making it slip in with ease. Wanton grunts left her as the thickness filled her still ever-so-tight cunt.

"Aaaaah...fuck me, yes, yes!" Miley clenched her muscles over the shaft so she was completely filled, and her free hand rubbed over her deeply pink pussy lips and desperately aching clit. The vibrations inside tingled all the way up-up-up her perfect body for an unmatched erotic thrill...

Well, almost unmatched. Miley shuddered as she began moving the vibrator in and out of her with the motions of a thrusting cock. "Mmm...oh..." Her imagination worked overtime and she murmured her desires aloud. "Mmm, yeah, fuck me right there with that big, hot cock...you love fucking my little wet pussy, don't you? Making it cum over and over while you spurt all that hot jizz inside it? Mmm, I'm cumming soon for you, yes..." Her moans were punctuated by wet sounds as the toy thrust in and out. Fuck, she needed to cum now.

With a flick of her wrist, she turned the vibrator's speed to its maximum setting.

"Aaaah!" With a loud cry, her eyes flew open and she sunk to her knees to watch her reflection as her orgasm ran rampant through her body. Her hips thrust forward with every jolt and she watched her creamy cum seep out to coat the thick red toy. Jaw slack, Miley grunted with the last few efforts she had in her, and her hand dropped away from the vibrator with a final "Unh!" The toy didn't stay lodged in her pussy for long, the slickness of her juices made it slip to the floor with a muted thunk, still buzzing away.

"Ohhh..." Miley sighed and cupped a hand over her mound one final time, not for stimulation but just to feel. There was the familiar throbbing of pure satisfaction, one she'd be feeling throughout the night.

"Fuck yeah, nobody hotter than me," she said in a husky whisper, hooded her eyes, and licked her lips at her reflection with a wanton smile.



Cunt Caning Carnival



As soon as Master told her that they were going to hold a cunt caning carnival Sheila knew that she was to be the cunt. There was no other possibility. she had no idea what the carnival would involve and there was no way that she could ask, but caning was clear enough.

There was no doubt that she was to be caned. How much? By whom? A carnival sounded more than just Master. How would she be caned? Was it just that she was the cunt to be caned or was her cunt going to be the object of the caning? Sheila shuddered as she considered it. The shudder was fear, excitement, anticipation, even dread.

"You will make yourself ready for seven thirty tomorrow evening. All body hair below the neck will be removed without trace and you will wear these."

"Yes Master. Thank you Master."

Master took a pair of high heeled red shoes from his bag. He handed them to her and followed them with a packet of black stockings and some elasticated straps.

He explained that she would not wear a garter belt and that the stockings were not self supporting. There were four short elastic straps with a stocking grip at one end and a stiff plastic clamp at the other. She was to attach a strap to the front and back of each stocking. The top of the left leg straps would be clamped to the left lips of her cunt and the right ones to the right lips. When her legs were spread, the tender, pink interior of her cunt would be held open.

Tingles shot up and down Sheila's legs as she heard the instructions.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Do you have any questions?"

Sheila desperately wanted to ask what was to happen to her, but she knew that this was not the purpose of the question. That was something that she would not be permitted to know. All that she should ask was for information about how she might properly prepare herself for whatever her Master planned for her.

"Yes Master. Should I wear anything other than these things?"

"Yes. You will wear lipstick the same colour as your shoes."

"Yes Master. Thank you Master."

She shuddered again and momentarily looked up into Master's eyes with a half formed question on her lips. She Immediately corrected herself and cast her eyes back down to crotch level.

"Down" He commanded sharply.

Sheila immediately dropped to her knees before her Master and clasped her hands behind her back.

"Sorry Master. I didn't mean to be impuden......"

"Quiet. I do not want to hear your excuses. You know what submission means and you will submit. Do you understand"

"Yes Master. I am sorry. Please punish me."

Sheila was naked, as she always was to receive her Master when he returned in the evenings. "please whip me so that I should not forget my place again"

"No" He replied. "I want you unmarked tomorrow"

As he was saying this Tom was removing his belt and, despite what he had said, Sheila pulled her shoulders back ready to receive the slash of the leather belt across her breasts. It didn't come. Tom cast aside his clothes and strode into the shower.

Sheila stayed quite still. Her knees ached as she waited. The time weighed heavily; her mind jumping from imaginings of the Cunt Caning Carnival to what her punishment might be for her insubordination. After fifteen minutes or more, Master Tom returned without a word. The sweet, fresh smell of his body filled her senses as he stood before her with his back to her and his ass in her face.

Tom spread his cheeks. Keeping her hands firmly clasped behind her back, Sheila pressed her face into him and pushed her soft warm tongue to his sphincter. She expertly licked all round the sensitive asshole pressing her tongue more and more firmly against it as he relaxed to allow it to enter fully. Alternately she pumped her tongue in and out of her Master's asshole and then swirled her tongue around the nerve filled entrance.

Sheila knew that this intimate service was an alternative to a flogging because her Master had his own reasons for leaving her unmarked today. She was not surprised that Tom stayed in place with his ass held wide open until her jaw and tongue were aching almost beyond endurance. After what seemed hours of vigorous licking and probing until she felt sure that her jaw would seize, Master Tom let go his ass cheeks and turned around. Grabbing her hair and the front of her neck he thrust his rigid prick straight to the back of her throat in one go. She swallowed quickly to allow the large member in to the hilt and Tom shot a full load directly into her stomach.

Tom held her firmly against his pubic bone as his prick softened and she sucked and licked him clean.

Absolute Service

At seven twenty five Sheila stood in the hallway, her hands clasped behind her back and her feet two feet apart. Her long hair was drawn tightly into a single plait and her whole body was perfectly smooth and hairless after a long session with her beautician.

The high heeled shoes forced her to push her bottom out and her breasts thrust forward from the clasped hand posture. Sheila's cunt lips were pulled wide open by the clamps holding up her stockings. These were black fishnet and she had spent a long time trying to ensure that hey were aligned perfectly. When she first applied the round plastic clamps to her labia they had been painful, but now they had gone numb. Her main sensation was one of great exposure as she anticipated who would enter with her Master to see her nakedness and what would happen next.

Before he left that morning, Master Tom instructed her to set out three armchairs with side tables around her whipping bench in the lounge. She was also required to prepare a buffet with champagne. From this she knew that he would be having two guests to take part in the cunt caning carnival and there was no doubt that she would be the centre piece of the event, on the whipping bench that formed such a large part of her life.

As she reflected on the possibilities, Sheila heard a key in the front door just at her side and she tensed. Pulling her shoulders back and casting her gaze to crotch level, she was aware of several people entering the house.

"Welcome to my home and facilities." Said Tom. "Everything here will be at your full disposal."

As he said this, Tom thrust two fingers roughly into Sheila's cunt and then slid them out past her clitoris and up over the perfectly smooth pubic mound.

"The entertainment is ready" he said as he pushed the cunt wet fingers into Sheila's mouth. She licked her Masters fingers clean of her own sweet smelling juices, while Tom told Richard and Henry where the lounge was. Sheila could see that these two men were accompanied by female partners, but as soon as the room was indicated they went with their companions into the lounge. This was a puzzle. To be used by two male guests of the Master was what she had expected, but she could not imagine why they had come with their own women. A momentary pang of jealousy shot through her as she imagined that Master Tom might be using these women tonight as well as her.

There was little time for thought, however. A few moments after the guests had entered, Tom led Sheila into the lounge and instructed her to lie on her back on the whipping bench. She allowed her head to fall back into the angled, padded head rest which left her throat straight for throat fucking, while holding her in place when her partner's prick was driven hard into her mouth.

Tom tightly buckled the wide leather retaining belt around her waist and secured her arms in place beside her. Sheila raised her legs for him to attach her spreader bar. He fitted the short bar to her ankles and drew them down to attach by a one foot long rod to the buckle of her waist strap. In this position, Sheila's widespread cunt and asshole were available for use and her buttocks and upper thighs were perfectly presented for any form of chastisement that might be chosen. The final preparation was completed when Tom grasped her breasts and placed a tight rubber band about one inch wide around the base of each. This meant that although she was on her back, her large breasts were forced strongly upward from her body, where they quickly deepened in colour.

With Sheila prepared, Tom called Richard and Henry across and invited them each to select a cane from the implements arrayed on the sides of the whipping bench. Richard chose a conventional bamboo cane about three feet in length and Henry selected a short, thin, whippy plastic device about two feet long. Both canes were fitted with rubber dildo shaped handles rather larger than a normal sized prick. Tom smeared KY on Sheila's cunt and ass before asking his guests to put their canes into her holes. Henry slipped his implement easily into her oozing, widespread cunt and then Richard worked nine inches of unrelenting rubber into her tight asshole as she writhed and moaned quietly in a mixture of discomfort and excitement.

Sheila was now no more than an alluring tool rack, waiting for however her Master might choose to use her for his own pleasure or the entertainment of his guests.

The three men sat in the armchairs and sipped the champagne being poured for them by another naked beauty as they relaxed to begin their evening.

After refreshing themselves with their first glass of champagne, the men were eager to move on and Henry called his woman to his side. Like the other two, she was now naked.

"Allow me to introduce you to your urinal for this evening."

The woman blushed brightly, which only served to draw attention to her pretty face and the bright red glossy lipstick highlighting the part of her that they were all now looking at.

"This is Urina. It is her great desire to be the most beautiful and best urinal you have ever used. She longs to serve you flawlessly and to the best of her ability. She expects your bathroom experience to be perfect, but she has brought some repair tools with her just in case that should not be so. Master Tom, please show us to the bathroom."

In the spacious, luxury bathroom Urina was directed to kneel close to the lavatory. Henry produced a many tailed short leather whip with which he gave each of her tits a quick flick before hanging it on the toilet roll dispenser. Even from these light swipes, red marks instantly appeared on the beautiful breasts.

" If this urinal should leak or fail to function, which I do not expect, it may be easily serviced with a few sound strokes on the tits administered immediately. In the unlikely event that more extensive maintenance is required, please call for my help and major repairs will be carried out without delay."

Tom asked his two eager colleagues if they were happy with the arrangements. As host, he than asked Tom if he would like to test the facility. Urina clasped her hands behind her back, tilted back her head and opened her beautiful mouth invitingly.

Tom wasted no time in opening his trousers and flipping out his prick. He stood for a moment or two stroking his semi erect dick at the open mouth as Urina looked up. She was nervous, but she desperately wanted to serve her master and she silently begged Tom to start. The tension was broken with a sudden spurt that hit the back of Urina's throat and splashed a little on her face. Tom pissed until her mouth was a yellow pool and then he stopped, as he would when using Sheila in the same way. Urina swallowed every drop and immediately opened her mouth for more.

"That will do for now." said Tom "She is a real beauty and seems to work well. Let's get on with things and have plenty to drink so that we can make full use of the facility. Thank you Henry."

Henry assured Tom that he was only too pleased to provide his contribution to their carnival and assured him that Urina had been very thoroughly trained for her duties. They left the bathroom with Urina remaining on her knees and with a few small droplets of piss glistening on her pretty cheeks.

Back in the lounge, their champagne glasses had been refilled. Richard said that he would now introduce their maid for the evening. Serva, as she was known tonight was in the same kneeling position with hands clasped behind her back as they had just left Urina. She looked down demurely as they examined her full breasts with pierced nipples and admired her bald cunt with lips protruding from the weight that they had at times been forced to carry. Richard produced a riding crop and instructed Serva to stand with legs spread. He gave her a hard upward stroke with the crop to her cunt.

"Correction for any defect of service is invited." He said. Giving her two more sharp blows on the tits. Serva made no sound, but small tears could be seen welling in her eyes as bright marks from the crop rose on her tits. "In the event that this instrument is inadequate, I will assist with more extensive corrective treatment." He said as he laid the crop in the hearth.

After explaining that Serva would provide them with drink and food throughout the evening, but would also be available for anything else that they wanted, Richard pushed a butt plug into her ass. The plug had two silver coloured studs on its side placed about two inches apart. He then handed a remote control to the two other men and kept one for himself. He explained that whenever they pressed the red button on the control, Serva would receive a shock in her ass that would tell her that her services were required immediately. Wherever she was and whatever she was doing she would come to provide service. To tell her who to go to, Richard would press once, Henry twice and Tom three times. To test the system, Richard invited Tom to operate his control. Being the host, Tom was already getting into enjoying the services on offer, He had not zipped himself up after using Urina and now he took a further large swig of champagne and removed his trousers and underwear completely before pressing his red button three times. Serva's ass cheeks clenched as she received the command and she stepped instantly the couple of paces to be before Tom and then dropped to her knees. He turned his back to her and said "lick my ass". Serva spread his buttocks with her delicate hands and thrust her tongue into his crack without a second of hesitation. She worked her face into him, licking and probing her tongue as far into his ass as she could get it. Tom smiled and said to Richard that he was very pleased with the maid. He allowed her to keep going for a couple of minutes while they discussed plans for the evening.

The men decided that now was the time to remove all of their own clothing and get on with the main events. Tom told Serva to stop and she went to replenishing the glasses and snacks.

Having got naked and relaxed, they decided to kick off the entertainment by throwing dice to find the first to use Sheila. Highest roller was Henry with a six and a five. He now had eleven minutes with Sheila.

During their chat at the beginning of the evening, Tom had said what a good throat fuck Sheila was so Henry began by thrusting his full length into her mouth and down her throat. She never gagged at all and he was quickly entranced by watching the shape of his prick going in and out of her throat. Despite this wonderful stimulation, his mind was still occupied with the image of Serva licking Tom's ass so he pressed his red button twice. Within a second or two he heard Serva drop to her knees behind him and without stopping his throat fucking rhythm he commanded her to lick his ass.

Henry was in paradise already while Serva synchronised her movements to keep close contact with his ass as he fucked Sheila's throat. After only four of his eleven minutes, Henry came violently to orgasm and shot load after load into Sheila's stomach. He stayed in her mouth until his prick went soft and then he turned round and offered his prick to Serva for her to lick clean.

He then removed his cane from Sheila's cunt. First he gave her a couple of sharp swipes across the belly where they left some very pleasing lines. Her prominent tits had become almost purple from the constriction of the bands holding them in place. He gave each of them a swipe on the top and bottom where a bluish welt emerged on the darkened skin Sheila let out a small cry as the last stroke on the breast found its home. One more stroke on each of her inner thighs brought up some very strong marks and caused Sheila to yelp. This was eight strokes and Henry decided that it would be appropriate to stick to eleven in accordance with his dice score. There could be only one place for that. This was a cunt caning carnival and the three hard blows on Sheila's cunt that he now delivered made her scream and wriggle.

Going to inspect his handiwork, Henry removed Richard's cane from her ass. He pressed his red button and when Serva arrived he passed her the two canes to hold. His prick was now rigid once again and he drove it fully home in her red and swollen cunt. After a few thrusts in the sopping, punished cunt he withdrew and penetrated the ass that was distended from the dildo handled cane. He had no difficulty pressing his slippery prick fully home. As he fucked, he felt the heat from her punished cunt on his belly every time he pressed hard into her.

Tom announced that there was one minute left. Henry withdrew with a plopping sound. He instructed Serva to replace the canes in their holes and he returned to fuck Sheila's throat again. He had Serva lick his ass once more and he managed to cum into Sheila's mouth just as Tom called time.



Cunt Caning Carnival Ch. 02



Henry's head was swirling from a mixture of champagne and the heady delights of cumming twice into Sheila's throat with Serva's tongue up his ass. Tom called to him to throw the dice for Richard. Taking the dice from Tom, Henry threw them onto his side table. A four and a three. Richard looked a little disappointed as Tom called out.

"Seven minutes."

He was determined at once to get as much out of the cunt in seven minutes as his friend had done in eleven. Why should he lose out on the fun just because of the roll of the dice? Pulling his cane from cunt's ass, he took aim and delivered a hard stroke to her right cunt lips. Sheila screamed at the pain of the caning and also because it tore her stocking clamps free so there was a sudden, painful rush of blood to her labia. Pleased with his achievement, Richard took aim for the second time and succeeded in striking the left cunt lips. One clamp flew free as Sheila yelled in pain once more. A third stroke on the purple left lips removed the final stocking clamp and the cunt writhed in her bonds sobbing loudly after her screams subsided.

Richard pressed the buzzer remote and Serva hastened to kneel before him. He put his prick in her mouth and took cunt's left nipple between his thumb and index finger. Stretching the tit out from its tight elastic support, he gave her a hard cane stroke to the top of her breast. It hurt a lot, but after the severe pain in her cunt, Sheila only grunted through her tears when her dark red tit received its new stripe. Re-positioning himself, Richard momentarily dragged Serva's hair to keep his dick in her throat before caning the underside of cunt's left tit.

Moving to the other side and dragging Serva with him, Richard completed his tit torture and smiled at the neat lines he had made on the top and bottom of each breast. Knowing that allowing the blood to flow freely would give another burst of pain and would make his marks show up more clearly, Richard pulled off the elastic. He was not disappointed. Cunt gasped then the reddish purple breasts lightened in colour to display Richard's swollen welts to his great satisfaction.

Placing the cane on Sheila's body Richard removed his prick from Serva's mouth and told her to get astride the cunt. Sheila's ass was still dilated from the cane dildo having been inside it. Richard told Serva to lick and dribble in the hole then he pushed his prick home into her bowels. While he fucked cunt's ass as hard as he could, Richard held Serva by the hair so her face was down by the bruised cunt lips being regularly hit by Richard's hairy belly.

"One minute." Called Tom.

Speeding his thrusts Richard started to grunt then withdrew from cunt to put his dick straight into Serva's mouth. The fat and rigid prick was rammed full length down her throat where he immediately began to pump a huge load. Despite great experience of having her throat fucked Serva threw up. Whether it was the size of the prick, the force of its penetration, the quantity of cum or the smell of the ass it had come from she did not know and she had no time to think. Richard's cum, along with a load more liquid shot out of her mouth.

Before anything else could happen Tom called time. Richard looked down at his puke covered balls and said "Bitch."

Richard dragged Serva off cunt saying that she was to be punished for ruining his climax then he went off to the bathroom to clean himself. Henry picked up the cane from between Sheila's punished breasts and pushed it back into her asshole. Tom said "I need a piss. Come on Henry you must be ready to let go of some as well by now."

Serva was left on her knees while the two men went to join Richard in the bathroom.

-o0o-

Richard had completely forgotten about Urina and he was quite startled when he was washing his balls at the basin and he started to look around. He saw her in the corner next to the WC. He quickly dried himself off and was walking towards her as the door opened.

"Hey I was hoping to take a leak in there first." Said Tom.

"Be my guest." Said Richard. "Although I have suddenly got the feeling of a very full bladder."

"Only joking." Said Tom. "You and Henry are the guests today and as it is Henry's urinal I think you should be the first to try it out. After all I did the test run and Henry probably uses it every day."

Richard didn't need any more encouragement. He had now completely forgotten his displeasure at scoring lower than Henry with the dice. Urina's pretty face looked so appealing. Urina opened her mouth as Richard lined up in front of her. He tried for a few seconds, but despite a bladder full of processed champagne he could not get started with his two friends watching and such unusual circumstances. Urina put out her tongue and licked his pisshole gently. The beautiful, warm tickling sensation was the encouragement that Richard needed. Within a few seconds a strong stream of golden liquid flowed into Urina's mouth. When he had formed a yellow pool filling her mouth he stopped and she gulped it down. Releasing his dick the stream resumed and he filled her mouth another three times before shaking the last few drops into her. Urina took it all without difficulty and swallowed the lot.

Henry gestured to Tom who replaced Richard straight away. He looked on with some pride as their host let go five complete mouthfuls of hot piss into Urina. Once again she managed to take it all without any spillage or coughs. When Henry took up his own place and started to piss he was looking around to his two colleagues and chatting as he did it. Inevitably his aim wandered. Urina followed the stream as best she could, but she got one spurt straight up her nose and spluttered a mouthful onto the floor. Henry slapped her face hard before finishing pissing into her mouth. As soon as he was finished he took the crop from its hanger and gave her two quick cuts to her right and left breasts before saying "Come with me for a caning."

Back in the lounge, Serva and Urina knelt beside each other. After a brief discussion the men decided that in the spirit of a cunt caning carnival both women would have a cunt caning to punish them for their failure to provide perfect service. Again their fate would depend on luck, but this time Tom would throw only one of the dice for each woman. Serva had been the first to offend so hers was the first throw. 

"Three." Called Tom.

She was told to lie on her back. Tom and Henry took an ankle each and lifted them so that her legs were spread wide and her cunt raised to a suitable height for thrashing. Richard pulled his cane from Sheila and told Serva to call the strokes. For a man who had drunk quite a lot of champagne his aim was good. The first stroke landed diagonally across her cunt from the right hand side. Crossing to the left he did the same from that side and then placed himself directly in front of her for the last one. Telling the men to spread her wide he told Serva to reach up and hold her cunt lips apart. The final stroke of the cane cracked down on her clitoris and the soft, pink flesh of her open cunt.

The men let her go and it was several seconds before the screams subsided and she rolled around clutching both hands to her crotch.

Tom rolled again and it was a six. Urina had just seen the suffering of Serva and she immediately burst into tears at the prospect of double the punishment she had received. The men had another short discussion. Urina was told to lie on her back on the dining table. Tom collected a length of washing line from the kitchen. First he secured Urina's wrists to two legs so that her arms were out of the way. He told her to raise her legs above her head and then went on to tie her ankles to the same table legs as her wrists. The result was that her cunt was splayed wide at a height that was good for observation, but not for caning. He pulled a chair into place and invited Henry to climb up. He pulled his cane out of Sheila and stepped up onto the chair. Following the lead given by Richard, Henry instructed Urina to call the strokes.

After three cane strokes had fallen on her gaping cunt Urina was crying, moaning and writhing so much that rivulets of sweat ran down her body. Tom put up a hand for Henry to stop. He leant over and licked the welted cunt. It was hot and she was streaming with sweat and sex. Tom flicked his tongue around her clitoris then thrust three fingers into her. Urina groaned. She no longer knew whether the agony was one of pain or desire. She could not tell if she was punished or indulged. Richard brought his face in close and Tom drew back as Richards tongue lapped. Tom eased in another finger while Richard quickened his sucking and licking of Urina's clit. Tom felt her dilate and pushed hard to get his full fist in before she convulsed in orgasm.

Tom pulled his hand from the gasping Urina feeling the heat of excitement and the thrashing as he did so. Without delay Henry raised his cane and delivered the next blow.

There was a delay of several seconds and Henry began to raise his arm for the next stroke before Urina suddenly remembered and called out

"four."

"Lucky girl. I guess I will accept that. You just avoided getting seven and I don't know how well that pretty little cunt of yours would take it."

His words had hardly finished when he brought the cane down with a swish and heavy crack on her engorged pussy. The damage from her beating and the tenderness after orgasm brought about the most exquisite pain. Urina squealed and only just managed to call out the count of five. With no delay the last stroke was landed. Tom untied the trembling woman and lifted her from the table.

Making sure that Serva still had her butt plug in place, Tom gave her a buzz from his remote. She immediately presented herself on her knees before him.

"More champagne in the lounge."