Slave Master

Master brought me to the local sex club on their spanking night. Master doesn’t spank, cane, or flog his property at these events himself, but he permits a few carefully chosen Masters there to take their turn with my ass. It’s one of the ways he reminds me of my place: owned, shared, used for his pleasure and amusement.

One of those trusted Doms took his time last night. He stripped me bare in front of the entire club, bent me over the bench, and left my full ass and cunt completely exposed for every member to see. Then came the flogging and caning; a solid 90 minutes of deliberate, building intensity. Subspace swallowed me whole; I was gone, floating, surrendered. Master watched the whole scene, rock hard and clearly pleased with how his slave was being handled. Bare pussy whipping, fisting and electro play were included.

When it finally ended, my legs were shaking so violently the Dom had to support me off the bench and carry me back through the crowd to our table. Master sat there calmly sipping his drink. Master helped me put my cloths back on.

Then the two of them stepped away for a quiet exchange, leaving me kneeling beside the table, still catching my breath and feeling every eye in the room on me. Moments later they returned, Master’s gaze locked on mine, calm and commanding. “Follow him to the storage room, slave,” he said simply.

The walk back there was pure humiliation. The club was buzzing, and everyone knew exactly where I was headed and why. Heads turned, whispers followed, some smirks, some appreciative nods; as if they could already picture what was coming. My legs were still unsteady, ass burning from the caning, and I could feel the slick evidence of my arousal trailing down my thighs with every step. No hiding it. No pretending. Just property being led to be used.

The storage room was cold, dirty, small. He stripped me again almost immediately, he groped and felt every part of my body, then fucked me hard against the wall: heavy choking, his hand gripping my throat just right, pounding rough and relentless until I was nothing but a vessel for his use. Pure, animal ownership.

When he was done, he straightened himself, gave me a nod of approval, and led me back out through the same crowd; everyone still watching, still knowing. Back at the bar area, Master was waiting. He allowed me a moment to catch my breath with a cold soda from the bar, sitting there exposed while anyone who wanted could reach over and finger me freely; casual touches that kept me dripping and reminded me I was still very much free use. A few took the invitation, fingers sliding in easily, commenting quietly on how wet and open I’d been left.

Only then did we finally leave the club. The drive home was quiet, my body still thrumming, cum dripping down my legs, marks under my clothes.

Once inside Master’s home, aftercare waited on Master’s terms: strapped tight to his bed for electroplay and shocks. The sensations overwhelmed me so fast I passed out within moments; completely blissed and broken in the best way. But what came next was new, and so tender after months of denial: for the first time in so long, Master allowed me to sleep with him in his bed instead of being locked back in the cage. Curled against his side, still sore and marked, wrapped in his warmth and the quiet rhythm of his breathing, I felt truly held, truly owned, truly safe. Slept a deep, solid eight hours like that, waking up sore, marked, and deeply content in a way that words barely touch.

Today I’m chained to my stand-up desk, ass still throbbing and striped, every mark and ache a reminder of being used, shared, fingered casually, and then so gently reclaimed. Grateful to Master for pushing his slave, for letting others enjoy what belongs to him, and for the gift of closeness that followed. @jynndaor rests while I serve; it’s exactly as it should be.

This time it was to a bunch of photos that she had sent him.

He was jerking his cock hard and moaning softly and I could see everything he was looking at while pretending to be asleep.

He was scrolling through texts that they had sent each other.

Him--Fuck you are so sexy send me another one. I need my cock in your pussy. Can I come over?

Her--xoxo not tonight but we can set something up for tomorrow. You can take me out. 💕

Him--okay that sounds great where would you like to go?

Her—somewhere really nice and we can go to your place after

Him— I can’t wait. I can’t wait to be inside your perfect pink pussy. It looks so tight.

Her— I am going to make you fall in love with it baby

He flipped me over gently and I felt his fingers slick with his spit enter me and then his cock slide into me. He was fucking me while he thought I was asleep and I could see the light from his phone as he scrolled through pictures of her I guessed.

I moaned quietly as his rhythm got faster and he said, “sshh baby just take it. Daddy needs to use you to get off.”

He pressed my head into the bed with his whole hand and fucked me while looking at her until he came.

You’ll eat from the table. I’ll eat off the ground.

You’ll sleep in bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.

You’ll move freely. I’ll be strictly monitored.

You’ll walk. I’ll crawl on my hands and knees.

You’ll speak. I’ll only talk when spoken to.

You’ll have hot showers. Mine will be cold.

You’ll wear clothing. I’ll be naked.

You’ll watch me intently, whenever you want. I’ll never meet your gaze.

You’ll cum. I won’t.

Be sure to look pretty ✨

Then when you think you're ready to stop. I convice you to keep drinking;

"We don't go out that much. Lets have a great time!"

"I know you're not that much of a lightweight"

"Its been a hard week just let go and have fun"

And so on. Get you nice and drunk before we get there. Then convice you to keep drinking.

"Of course its safe, I'm keeping an eye on every drink you have"

"No we didn't pre-game for safety just for more fun. You must be misremebering"

As you lose more and more of you inhibitions I'll encourge you to be more and more slutty.

"Its okay to take your top off, your bra isn't that revealing and its sooooo hot in here"

"that guy is really cute! Why don't you go flirt with him?"

Once you finally lose yourself I'll push you as hard as I can to fully let go and be the slut I want you to be. Let me invite as many men as I want to use you. One at a time, then all at once. Gaslighting you that it was your idea. That you wanted this. That you need it. Every hole filled and used. Make you truly belive that you love it.

When you think that highly of Him that you are willing and even eager to lick His shoes...

When you think that lowly of yourself and your place in His world that you do it without Him telling you to....

Before you know it, it’s the only thing that turns you on, as you need increasingly extreme forms of stimulation to get that same high.

Make no mistake: each time I turn you on and make you edge to more perverted porn than the last time, that is a deliberate effort on my part to reshape your mind. I’m rewriting how you think and what arouses you on for my personal pleasure, making you more and more dependent on me to give you that same high.

If only you had the willpower to stop rubbing your pussy like the pathetic pet that you are…

… and yet here you are. Still reading each sentence and moaning in shame.

Letting me dumb you down into a stupid slutty porn doll.

It’s too late now. You know it. I know it. Your pussy knows it.

So you might as well give up.

Good girl.