It's a very odd thing, to have a new penis in your mouth, especially when the one you're used to is only a few feet away. Mister looks over his shoulder to see this. I make sure to give him my eyes, to demonstrate my deference, but honestly I hope it stings. I note a burning in his look, but it appears to be desire more than anything else.
He pushes Jill away and steps out of his pants, now around his ankles. "On all fours, over there," he tells her. She assumes the position next to Jack 2, and Mister grabs a handful of condoms out of a bowl on the counter. He throws one to Jack 1, keeps one for himself, and drops the rest on the floor between them. "Put it on. I want to see her getting fucked from both sides at once. No anal," Mister orders, as he peels open his condom and rolls it onto his shaft.
Roxy, grinning devilishly, slinks over to Mister and presses against him. Jill waits patiently at their feet on all fours, ass angled up. Mouth full of cock, my stomach turns to see Roxy rub herself on Mister's hips, one hand cupping his balls and the other resting softly at the nape of his neck. She kisses him passionately and he offers no resistance; in fact, quite the opposite. I am a piece of garbage, cast aside and forgotten.
Another new cock cleaves my cunt - Jack 1 completing his orders. He is thick, and the tight but certain introduction of his member sets my groin alight. He grunts as he buries himself in me, slowly and deliberately driving his hips onto mine. There is some satisfaction in having someone take pleasure in me, and I suck a bit harder on his counterpart as he kneads the flesh of my ass. Jack 2, quite the firm young man himself, secures my head with both hands and matches his slow thrusts to Jack 1's.
I drop in and out of pleasure, becoming an integral part of this fuck machine that pumps me from both ends, then tearing away to survey what Mister is doing without me. He is exploring Roxy, palming her breast, probing her pussy, ravenous at her mouth. I search for generosity, trying to obliterate my ego and sense of entitlement, trying to put his desires first.
But I fail. To the tears of relentless deep-throating I add those of my misery and humiliation. The Jacks, attuned to my emotional flux, respond by extending their stabs, packing me harder and holding it longer. They draw me back our trio, where I close my eyes and see only Mister's safe, familiar hands pleasuring Roxy's parts. The tremor deep in my pelvis begins to spread, and I indulge greedily, luxuriously. Soon, I come. Loudly.
And long. The boys continue merrily rowing their way into me, and my orgasm plunges on, wave after wave after incredible wave. When my dick-muffled wails finally subside, my limbs give and the Jacks carefully lower me to the floor, where I slump like a sack of potatoes.
As my senses return, I realize the room is hushed, aside from a few cackles and whispers among the bystanders. A hand closes around a hunk of my hair, and I open an eye.
It's Mister. Touching ME. He's pissed, but I couldn't care less. She's back in the background, where she belongs.
"Who told you you could come?" he snaps. "Who the fuck told you to come?"
I peer at him defiantly, but answer as I must. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to."
He yanks me to my knees, and I cry out, hands flying to where he grips my head.
"You nasty whore. You're going to learn some respect," he growls. Dragging me to my feet, he pins me to the wall. I do my best to look ashamed, but I doubt I'm fooling anyone - I fucking love every second. He grabs my collar with one hand and slaps me with the other, hard enough to make the room dim.
"There's a pair of cuffs over here, if you need," a voice calls from across the kitchen. "All chained up and ready to go."
Away we go, Mister stalking and me stumbling, head twisted awkwardly away from him, exposed to the onlookers. He straps me in, hands high overhead, toes scraping the ground. The dom who offered the cuffs tenders a selection of tools, and on the first contact I recognize what Mister has chosen: a cane.
Our favorite.
Yet he beats me like never before. Freed, I cry out in agony and triumph. Goddamn, I need this. He lays into my back, ass and thighs with frightening abandon, but today I can take it. I am so charged with emotion, there's no way even a crazy orgasm like the one I filled this kitchen with could release it all. Each whack is a blessing. Everyone can see that I am his, and he is mine.
I'm starting to really flop around beneath his blows when Mister stops. "Would you be kind enough to demo your flogger?" he asks.
The other dom takes Mister's place behind me, and Mister reaches for Roxy's hand. He leans her against the wall near me. Leather thumps across my back, a happy contrast to the hot sting of the cane. He holds up a hand to signal the dom to wait, then leans in close.
"Don't think you can dictate what I do," he whispers in my ear. "You keep your eyes on me now, or we'll stay here as long as we have to." Holding my face, he kisses me gently. He takes a moment to look at me, his green eyes soft and warm, but sad. Then returns to her. The flogger strikes again, plying a grunt from my lips.
Now he lets me have it. He raises Roxy's arms over her head, like mine, but her back is against the wall. He slides his hands down her torso, coating her flesh, her breasts, her belly, with his tongue, sliding it between her legs. She moans and rolls her head to look at me, delighted. He adjusts the condom still clinging to his cock, and coaxes his member fully hard while squatting before her, face slipping back and forth, up and down, over her pretty pinkness. She moans louder, writhing.
The flogger continues to land, working my entire rear into a burning mass. The strokes vary, sometimes stinging, sometimes falling in brutal thuds. The pain mounts to a constant sensation, burning on top of burning and I cry out with each crack. And I watch. I watch as Mister rises up Roxy's body, bringing his throbbing organ - my throbbing organ - to her slit. He teases her, the way I like, slipping it against her lips and back again, circling her clit with his head. She tosses her head, panting.
I am beaten into the submission I have only dreamed of. I surrender, crying from the lashes which tear into my mutilated back, crying with each plunge that unites my lover with this stranger. I cry shamelessly, stripped of pride, my fight all gone. Everyone in the room can see this. The pain is excruciating, but it gets me through the spectacle in front of me. Mister and the dom sync up their rhythms, pounding to the same beat.
Roxy wraps her legs around Mister and he lifts her around his waist, leaning into the wall. His ass pumps faster, the lashes follow suit. She throws her head and writhes; I do the same, straining against my tethers. Our screams rise together, hers drowning mine, her fingers gripping his flesh, mine bearing into the wall. He makes her come, spectacularly, and it is too much, I can absorb no more. I holler heavenward, "Please, please. Please, stop!"
Mister and Roxy have collapsed into each other, heaving as one. Without taking his forehead from hers, Mister signals for the flogger to be lowered. I hang limp at my chains, sobbing. I hang my head against my arms, refusing to look at them any longer. Not that there's anything else to see.
* * * * * *
They took me down together, Mister's hands under my armpits while the assisting dom released my wrists. I was laid with my head in Roxy's lap, still warm with the scent of my master, so my back could be bandaged. She pet me lovingly until they finished. A robe or sheet of some sort was draped over me, and I waited alone with her until Mister got dressed and gathered our things.
Holding me closer, she gave me a protective kiss on the cheek, then the brow. I opened my eyes through a screen of merciful delirium. "It was all for you," she whispered, locking eyes. "You silly thing." I retreated back into my haze.
Too big and too raw to be carried, Mister and one of the Jacks helped me stumble to our car, one supporting each arm. They lowered me into the back seat, and Mister gave a brief "thanks, been a pleasure" before sliding in next to me. The door slammed shut, and we were alone.
He helped me find a position in his arms, my head cradled against his chest.
"I love you so much," he said. "I love you more than anything."
I began to blubber, pathetically, childishly. He squeezed me tighter, stroking my hair and cooing "Shhh, shhhh." The tighter he held me, the more I cried. "You are so precious to me," he murmured. "You did so well in there, baby beast. I'm so proud of you." Over and over.
Fatigue crept over me and stifled my tears. I was practically asleep when he said, "Let me get us back to the hotel," and laid me down to get into the driver's seat.
* * * * *
We must have been a sight going through the lobby, but quickly enough we were in bed together under the dim light of a reading lamp. He held me close, so close, and kissed my face again and again.
"You were so strong, Pet," he whispered. "You were so beautiful."
Bitterly, I croaked, "That was so hard."
"I know, baby," he said. "It was a hard test. I deliberately threw you in to something over your head, not only to see how you would do but to see how I would do."
"And how did you do?" I whined, reproachful.
He re-wrapped his arms around me, carefully avoiding the worst patches, and nosed my face up to look at his.
"I did real well," he said. "I didn't want to fuck her, Beast. But you blatantly disobeyed a standing order; I had no choice but to put you back in line."
I blinked back tears at the memory of them together.
"Why didn't you just fuck Jill?"
"Because I knew that's not what bothered you," he said gently. "Everybody did. You can't disrespect me like that, not in that kind of setting, Beast - the stakes are too high." He stroked my hair. "You know not to come without permission. Even if no one else knew that was our rule, the way you did it made it obvious what your intention was."
"I'm sorry," I sputtered. "It made me crazy, I'm sorry. I just couldn't stand it."
"Shhhh," he comforted. "It was a hard test - much harder than anything I've put you to before. I know that, and maybe it was too much too soon. But you've got to trust me, always."
I sniffled and nodded, smearing snot on his chest.
"You're the most precious thing in the world to me. I'll always take care of you."
I felt him stiffen against my abdomen, reinforcing his sentiments. He slid down to kiss me, brushing his hands slowly, sweetly, over my skin. There is no touch so rich as that given after one has been stripped of her dignity. I moistened immediately, heart pounding.
My master took me gently, lovingly, for hours, washing me in his devotion until the new sun peeked into our room. Drifting in and out of the fog left by the evening's tempest, inhibitions ravaged, I received him entirely, completely vulnerable and without defenses. As he owned me, drawing us into union, I responded to his touch as never before. I was a clean slate, reflecting his gift exactly as it was given.
When he finally tired at dawn, it occurred to me that I still had no idea where he'd taken me.
"Stanley, where are we?" I asked.
"Heaven," he said.
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