Proper Fucktoy (ft. Mr. D)
Focus: Slave usage, deepthroat
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🕑 Added 2023-11-12 20:31:55 +0000 UTC
Proper Fucktoy (ft. Mr. D)
Focus: Slave usage, deepthroat
Darkness. Silence. All I heard was my muffled breathing. I was lying in our bed, strictly restrained with a straitjacket, wearing nothing else except ballet boots and – of course – my collar and mask, as well as a ballgag. Eventually, my Owner and Mr. D came in. And before I could hear and process what they were talking about, I was lying flat on my stomach with my ass up and the first slap hit me. Unpleasantly painful. The second slap on the other asscheek followed right away. And another one. Finally, I received two rounds of hard hits, having to count every single slap. It didn’t take long for my aching butt to start heating up. Just when I was about to start complaining and whining, the main part of today’s training session began: Passive deepthroat training – or throatfuck, if you will. We had trained deepthroat with our friend Mr. D a couple of times before, but never in this particular way and setting: Lying on my back, my neck was overstretched, leaving my head hanging down the edge of the bed. My ballgag was quickly replaced with Mr. D’s huge cock, while my Owner started pounding my desperate, wet pussy. Things got messy real quick: Lots of gagging, drool, and sweat. After a while, I felt my mind shifting. Suddenly, I was in a completely different mindset, though I didn’t figure out that I had just entered the infamous subspace, until much later on.
Having both my holes filled up and used so deliciously rough left my head empty. There was nothing in my brain, but dick. Just when I was about to hit the edge, Sir flipped me around for another round of spanking. This time, the pain didn’t feel unpleasant at all. I was moaning harder with each hit, as waves of lust rushed through my body. I thoroughly enjoyed the treatment and couldn’t get enough of it. It felt so. fucking. good.
Eventually, Mr. D took it upon himself to pound this horny cunt. Minutes on minutes of hard, deep, fast pushes. I was about to lose my goddamn mind. How the hell could he last so long?! His sweat was dripping down on my lower back and ass, and his hands alternated between my hips, butt, and the straps of my straitjacket. (Damn, I get horny just writing about all of those events that night and thinking about it again… one of the hottest sessions I’ve ever experienced so far.) Finally, goddamn finally, I came, moaning, no screaming out my lust, then sinking, feeling so relieved and good. My brain was empty, and my body dizzy. But the two hungry wolves wouldn’t give me a break, that was for sure. After all, an orgasm during a session was a rare, special treat and reward for this slave. Of course, I still had to do my job: Satisfy both of those Masters. The bull Mr. D still seemed to have loads of stamina, though he let go of me, once my Owner demanded to use his property again. Seeing me cum so hard while getting fucked by this rough bull must’ve turned him on: He didn’t hesitate and started pounding me rough and fast from behind until he shot his load deep inside me. Creampied and exhausted, I was lying there in the big wet patch in the middle of the bed – a mixture of sweat, cum, drool, and pussy juices. Yum.
For the big finale, Mr. D made me lick and suck on his balls, while he jerked off onto my mask, leaving it deliciously covered in cum. To be honest, I was quite proud of my performance that evening, yet so exhausted, that I immediately fell asleep and only woke up again after a while to take a quick shower and drink some water. What a session…
