1 comments/ 7230 views/ 1 favorites At Your Disposal By: Gaelyn Crawling across the floor, hands and knees making quiet thuds as I am driven forward by your voice. Embarrassment raging through me when I enter the room, the half dozen or so voices around us falling silent, expectation humming along in the air. Your hand in my hair lifting my head, not allowing me to hide my face, then your hand swatting firmly against my ass. Tugging and commanding me into nadu, then moving in front of me and ordering me to remove the shirt I am wearing. My gaze focusing on your feet, my fingers gripping the material of your shirt as I peel it off my shoulders, knowing full well that I will be reprimanded for wearing your clothing later. Taking care to fold the shirt neatly, using it as both a shield from the openly curious eyes and a way of delaying what I fear is to come. Finally laying the material aside, returning to nadu, my arms twitching only once with the need to cover myself, before my chin lifts, eyes still lowered. I lift my ribcage, lengthening my spine, shaking my hair back just slightly so the flame-colored curls brush between my shoulder blades. My back arching just the slightest so my breasts are more displayed, my thighs parted, palms face down on them, toes curling under in a balancing act, ready to react to your slightest whims. Feeling your gaze on me heavily, the eyes of others sliding over me, taking in each detail. Your voice cuts through the rustling and murmuring in the room as you casually offer me, my services to any who wish. The knot in my stomach grows, twists when you casually turn on your heel and move away from my field of vision. My pulse races, my heart pounds, and all I can do is wait. There is movement around me, the conversations and discussions resume. Listening, but not concentrating on words, focusing on your voice, and waiting. Studiously ignoring the few women present who shamelessly flaunt themselves to you, tamping down on my jealous reactions. A short time passes, two men and woman approach me. Standing in front of me, discussing me as though I was no more than a coffee table or chair. One man moves behind me, studying. His fingers trace over my shoulder, the woman steps forward and lifts a handful of my hair. My skin tingles, warning of your approach, and you pull me into a standing position. Your foot knocks my feet apart, your hand pulls my hair back from my face. One finger traces my spine lightly, possessively before you cross your arms and stand, entertaining questions. Bodies circling around me, hands reaching out to test the texture of my skin, tug on a nipple to gauge my responsiveness. As though I was no more than a horse at auction, being checked over and discussed for stamina, endurance, flexibility- my face flames brightly in embarrassment. I am on edge, waiting...I can feel myself responding, mostly to you. Quick glances at your face show your eyes dark, hot, watching others touch meas you are discussing me with them. My eyes meet yours once, a quick smirk crossing my lips when you are heavily complimented on me, but that sardonic lift of your brows, that narrowed expression on your face has me hurriedly dropping my gaze again. The woman who was there first is the last to move away, her fingers flicking roughly at my nipples before she leaves. I stand, my eyes lowered but watching you. With one quick hand gesture you command me to the center of the semi-circle and back in nadu. Waiting quietly, for a very long time, my mind wandering, ignoring the talk of men and flirtations of women. The lash of your flogger against my thighs snaps me back to attention, and I realize that I was spoken to, commanded, and wasn't obeying. My head bows in apology, but you are already up, moving around me. Your hand on the back of my head pushes me down on all fours, murmurs rippling through your guests. Your flogger whips lightly against my side, barely skimming, more of a tickle, then the other side, before you whip it against the backs of my thighs, my ass. Stinging, tickling, pleasure and pain, my skin heating as your work around me, flicking it lightly, then sharply over me. Building, always building into a faster pace, faster lashes. My throat stings with tears, but whimpers and moans and tiny cries forced out by you keep them at bay. My hips begin a rhythm of their own, both rocking away from you and towards you. You know my arousal, you know me better than I know myself...You stop suddenly, press the handle of the flogger between my legs, making me yelp and shudder. Sliding it over my sex, my body responding to the hard slide of it against me, hips rocking back with intent, a shuddering groan pushed out of me. You move, lift my chin, look at my face and see what you wanted to see- your finger points, whether randomly or by specific choice, and you simply say "service". I crawl, arms shaking, legs trembling, to the man you pointed to. In a daze pulling on his clothes, freeing his cock to my mouth and hands, and obeying. Taking him in, nearly functioning on a strictly automatic level, but too aware of you watching, too aware of your conversations and flirtations with others. My body on an edge, held there, hovering. His taste is not yours, his scent not yours. He is gentler, his hands on my head, he is quicker to come. I barely rock back on my heels, turning my head, moving so that he is not coming into me, on me, before another is standing in front of me, commanding me himself. He is rougher, harsher, more vulgar. Using me- but when I start to pull away in displeasure, your booted foot against my ass keeps me from moving. On all fours, exposed, skin heated and sensitized. Hands stroking over me, pinching, pulling, tugging. Smacks against my ass, not by your hand- smaller, more delicate. Two hands pulling my ass open, a finger trailing down and against my clit, then back up to press inside me. My mouth working steadily, body starting to become overwhelmed with sensation. Behind me is the unmistakable sound of clothing rustling, dropping. Voices murmuring, the smack of kisses and quiet giggles, sultry laughs, soft moans. Your growling laugh. I move, but not fast enough, and the man in front of me comes, smearing it across my chest. I lean back, nearly into nadu again, but your hand is pushing me down to the floor. I glance at you in surprise, but lower my mouth to her. I hear your growl again, but whether it is from my actions or the bare-breasted woman in your arms trying to charm her way into your bedroom, I can't be sure. The woman in front of me, under my mouth comes hard, quickly, then again, then a third. Other hands stroke over her, I move backwards, returning to nadu. The third man, to the relief of my aching jaw, is otherwise occupied. Your hands scoop under my arms, dragging me backward and onto your lap. Facing sideways, turning my head to look at you, I see your eyes move over my tousled hair, my lips, still damp and swollen from use. My chest, smeared, breasts heavy and aching and nipples throbbing, my thighs damp and trembling and you just taking it all in. Feeling you hard under your clothes, pressing against me, wiggling to find more pressure where I need it, but being shoved off your lap, told to crawl back to the bedroom, clean up, wait for you. Trembling, needy, crawling back down the hall. Quickly showering, the hot water stinging my skin, raising all the lashes back to vivid memory, nerves singing. Toweling off carefully, sitting quietly on the bed, the sheet wrapped around me. Waiting, wanting to touch, to find quick relief from the ache, the need, but obeying. Sort of. Laying back on the mattress, letting my forearms brush over my nipples, teasing. Twisting them gently, making me squirm. Closing my eyes, one ear tuned to your foot steps coming down the hall, letting my hand drift over my stomach, fingertips just barely at the red curls between my thighs. Hand sliding lower, fingers curving inward just enough to glide a fingertip over my clit, my hips bucking instantly. Wanting more, needing release, but forcing myself to turn on my side, no touching. Drifting off into a light sleep, waking to find your hands on me, over me, pulling the sheet away again. Arching up, into your touch, sinking into a haze of pleasure, then snapping back when you snap the cuffs on my wrists, then lift me bodily off the bed and place me on the floor, snapping the locks into place on the bed post. I sit on the floor, tugging once, twice on the short chain in frustration as you drop a pillow and blanket on the floor and turn on your heel and walk away, laughing as I curse. At Your Disposal: Sunny I left her in the room, her hands tied up behind her back and bound to the bedpost, and went into the bathroom for a shower. On my way out I stopped at the door, turning around for another long gaze at her. I had covered her face with cum and she eagerly slurped it up as it trickled down, sticking her tongue out to catch the drops that made their way close enough to her mouth that she could reach them. While most of it had already run down her face, leaving her skin glazed with a mixture of cum, tears and saliva, the drops that I shot on her blindfold were more stubborn, clinging to the black fabric and only moving down slowly when she jerked against the rope. As I was about to move on, she shifted her weight from one knee to the other and caused another drop to trickle down the blindfold and onto her face, just a hair away from her upper lip. She moaned and slurped it up, then opened her mouth wide and took a few deep, moaning breaths. As I watched her my cock started stiffening again and I was tempted to stroll back into the room and slap her around before giving her another face fucking and a throat full of cum... but no, not just yet. "You're going to wait for me here, aren't you?" I asked her. As if she had other options. "Yes, master..." her voice shuddered. "Good. I want you to be a good little girl and do something for me while I shower..." I moved towards my pants lying on the floor and started to take my phone out. The pause made her think I was waiting for an answer. "Anything you want, mast--" the slap across her face made her stop talking and let out a sob. "Did I tell you to speak?!" I slapped her face again. "No... I'm sorry, master." She wasn't, and the smile she tried to hide gave her away. She was loving this, and so was I. I grabbed her by the throat to make her open her mouth wide and forced my cock deep down her throat slowly until it made a sloppy gagging sound. "You talk..." I slid my cock out to let her take a deep breath, then slammed it down her throat again while she was still sucking in air "... too much. But I like when you do. So here's what we are going to do." I pulled my cock out again, holding her hair with one hand and slapping her face hard with the other. "Are you listening?" "Yes, master." Her voice was a horny moan. "Since you like talking so much, I'm going to leave my phone here and let it record while I go take a shower. I want you to tell me just how much you want to have your face fucked again. Tell me how badly you need to be slapped around when you are not choking on cock. Tell me how much you wish to have your hair pulled and your ass spanked when I bend you over to use your dripping wet cunt." She shuddered as I talked, turning her breathing into occasional sighing and moaning. She gave no other response. I slapped her face again. "Do you understand?" "Yes, master..." I set the phone to record, and the soft beep gave her the cue. "Please come back soon, master... my throat needs to get stretched by your cock again, please... I need to gag on your cock, I need you to shove it down my mouth ruthlessly and fuck my face without mercy, please..." Her voice faded as I turned around and headed for the shower. The water felt great. What a perfect feeling, to know her cunt starts dripping with every slap I gave her. To have her know that with each drop than ran down her thighs my cock got harder. To have her know that I know how much she loved every second of it. I got out of the shower with my cock rock hard, ready to ravage her once again. What a perfect woman, to get dressed up every time we met knowing that her tidy little dress and her smooth silky stockings will be torn to rags and she will go home in a different set of clothes she brought along. She might have written "I dressed up to be your whore" on her forehead, but this was a more subtle statement that turned me on far, far more. I ran the white towel loosely over my body before dropping it on the floor behind me as I moved back to the room. I stood there and looked at her. Her dress was torn to let her juicy tits out, but it was still on her, hanging loosely around her waist. Her panties were spread between her legs, cutting softly into her thighs just under the top of her stockings which had started tearing at the knees after all the dynamic kneeling she had done. To top it all, her feet were clad in black high heels which she tucked expertly under her ass. My obedient little fuck toy. And she was talking. If you were to just listen to her, the sound of her voice would have convinced you she was getting her brains fucked out of her at the moment. She moaned and sighed, groaned and gasped, struggling for breath as she let out a torrent of dirty words and filthy fantasies that the two of us shared. She would do everything to please me, she said. She would be whatever I wanted her to be. She is my property, eager to be used and abused in any way I saw fit. I only need to grab her hair and slap her to make her suck my cock. I need only to bend her over to have her pussy, or her tight ass. She wished there was three of me so I can stuff all her holes at the same time. I could share her with a friend, or three, or twelve, if I wanted to... it went on and on and on, and before long I realized I was so horny that pre-cum was dripping from the top of my cock. I paced across the room to crouch in front of her and grab her throat, stopping the words in her mouth. "You've been a good girl" I said with a smile. "Thank you, master" she barely said as I choked her throat with one hand and took my phone with the other. I let it play what it recorded just now as I rose to my feet, moving my hand from her throat up and grabbing roughly a thick pile of her hair. She opened her mouth eagerly, knowing exactly what I wanted. I held her hair firmly and pulled her closer, like her head was an object. She let out a short sob just in time for my cock to muffle it as I pulled her mouth over my cock. A sloppy, wet, gagging sound went out of her and just like that I lost myself and started fucking her face like a savage animal. She was choking and gagging on my cock, saliva squirting out of the edges of her mouth every time I rammed my cock deep down her throat. On the phone her voice was speaking, the words and ideas getting dirtier and kinkier by the second. I dropped the phone on the bed behind her and used my free hand to grab her chin firmly while I kept fucking her face. Every time the recording to a particularly kinky part I would pull my cock out her mouth and, still holding her hair, slap her face with my other hand. Every time I did that she would speak through the sobs, the slaps, and the liquids her mouth was lubricated with "Yes!" "More! Please!" "Slap me!" "Fuck my face!" And every time she would keep speaking until I stuffed my cock down her throat again, muffling her in the middle of a word. How long has she been down on her knees and tied up the bedpost? It seemed like eternity has passed while she obediently knelt and asked for more. Her legs must be numb by now. I bent over and undid the rope that tied her to the bedpost, leaving the ones that bound her arms together behind her back. Never letting off the grip on her hair, I pulled her roughly onto the bed behind her, face down in the sheets. Her heels clanked as they hit against each other, her legs numb from the hours she spent kneeling. Quick as that, she was bent over on the bed, her knees and her face buried in the sheets, her arms bound tightly behind her back. I could smell her cunt, see her juices rippling down her thighs. She was arching her back and sticking her ass out, trying to make her dripping wet pussy even more inviting and exposed. There was nothing in the world beside her body, helplessly tied up and squirming for a hard pounding. Still grasping her hair, I pushed her face down hard into the sheets as I thrust my cock fast and hard between her swollen pussy lips. She was so dripping wet that my thrust forced some of her juices to squirt out with a sloppy sound. She half screamed, half moaned, her voice deeply muffled now that I was holding her face buried in the sheets. I immediately started hammering away, pounding her pussy ruthlessly hard and making her juices run down her legs in even greater volume. It wasn't long before started shaking with her first orgasm but I ignored that completely and just kept ramming my cock deeper and deeper, faster with every thrust, for what seemed like an eternity. She soon had another, her legs shaking without control and her occasional muffled moans grew into a constant sounds that was between moaning and screaming. I slammed into her cunt again and again, as the sweat from my brow started dropping on her back and her ass. Almost half of my weight was still distributed on the arm I was holding her hair with, pushing her face into the sheets deeper with every thrust. The sounds she kept making was an ecstatic mixture of pleasure and pain, her pussy and her mind drawing equal parts of pleasure in her helpless submission. As her legs went out from underneath her with her third orgasm I stood back, finally letting her hair free, and she turned her face sideways to finally suck in a deep breath. But there was no stopping, not yet. While she was still sucking in that first deep breath I grabbed her arms, still bound together behind her and standing back on the floor I pulled her back onto my cock. She was almost hovering over the bed, with three points of support that kept her from falling on it: her knees on the edge of the bed, her arms grasped firmly by mine behind her back and her pussy wrapped around my dick. I stopped moving my hips completely, standing firmly as I pulled her arms back to impale her on my cock, then pushed her away to slide out of her. She tried speaking but her voice betrayed her, capable only of half finished words in which she begged for more, begged for faster, begged for harder. She was like some strange swing I could conveniently push and pull and make her slide onto my cock. Her squirting juices had already covered my balls, my thighs, and it felt like I was using a very well oiled machine. My own personal obedient cock swallowing machine. I decided to give her more of the pain she loved so much, and at first moved one hand from holding her arms to grab her hair again, making her yelp loudly through the constant moaning. After some more pounding I twisted the hand that was full of her hair to get a better grip on her and soon let go of her arms, now making her hover between the ruthless pulling of her hair and my rock hard cock. With my now freed hand I started spanking her ass so hard I was leaving red handprints on it as she moaned and groaned and screamed for more, riding my cock in ecstasy. The pounding feeling, the slapping sounds as her ass bounced against my crotch, the red handprints on her butt, her back arched in an instinctive attempt to make the hair pulling less painful, her yelps and moans and dirty words she was failing to say... it all came together as I felt I was about to cum. I slid my cock out of her swollen pussy and pulled her further back by her hair until she fell to the floor on her knees. She knew what was coming and turned around to face me, opening her mouth hungrily. I held my cock for a split second to guide it inside her mouth before grabbing her hair with both hands, starting to fuck her face brutally. It only took a couple more seconds, but even as I started filling her mouth with cum I kept her hair in a tight grip, making her gag and choke as her throat filled and sprays of her saliva mixed with my cum started squirting out on the sides of her mouth. As I shot the last few drops down her throat I pushed her all the way onto my dick, until my balls bounced against her chin and her face turned red, and held her like that for several long seconds. I loosed my right hand from her hair, then slowly pulled her face away, intently watching as the juices ran down her chin and dripped down onto her heaving tits. She gasped for air, opening and closing her mouth like a fish, making gargling sounds with each inhale and bubbles made of saliva and cum with each exhale. I kept her hair in a firm grip with my left hand and gave her a strong slap with my right, making the juices fly out her mouth to the side. "You have been.." I slapped her again, just as hard "... a very good..." and again "...little..." another slap "...cocksucking..." again "...cum swallowing..." one more, the hardest of them all "... little slave." Her tears were flowing down her cheeks and mixing with the saliva and the cum. "Thank you, master..." I pushed her face roughly away, making her fall to the floor exhausted. I left her there, in her ripped clothes, with her arms bound behind her back, a cum and tear stained blindfold over her face, with red hand prints covering her ass, and went in for another shower. I came out and dressed, stuffed my phone and my keys into my pockets. When I was ready to leave I approached her and lifted her gently off the floor and onto the bed. I kissed her once and untied her hands. "I will call you when I want to use you again." "Thank you, master" was all she said, and every inch of her body shouted that she truly was grateful.