cunt

all the pushing caused me to leak a little. that’s ok though, that just means more lube for bigger objects.

next is tennis balls. my hole is so desperate to be stretched out but the texture and size have me nervous, so you strap me down so my legs are spread as wide as they can go and i can’t escape while you moisten the balls with all my slick. with a firm hand you slowly force each ball deep into my cunt. i whine and cry that it’s too much, but this is exactly what i asked for, and you came to deliver. you rub my hard and puffy cock while a hand stays in my pussy, keeping the balls from being pushed out.

once you’re done making me push out balls, it’s time to stretch me out even more. you picked up a pretty big eggplant from the store earlier, just to use on me. it’s a bit of a stretch but you make me take it one way or another. once the big lower half is all the way inside me i’m whimpering and begging you to fuck me with it. you start slow, pushing it in as deep as it can go, and pulling it out so that it stretches my hole, but doesnt pop out. you gradually go faster, giving the eggplant a hard push every now and then just to hear the pathetic sounds i make.

The first time I meet them, I'm naked, blindfolded and cuffed. I can't see them, only hear the filthy things they say about me. One of them comments that I'm even cuter than the photos my dom showed them. (Not just any photos, of course. His friends only know pictures of me wearing outrageously skimpy outfits and an embarrassed expression on my face. Pictures of my sweaty body collapsed on the bed, leaking my doms load)

Next, I'm familiarized with their hands. Dozens of greedy, shameless hands crawling across my body. Rubbing my chest, fondling my ass. Fingers probing into my mouth. Several people chuckling at how quickly the attention makes me moan. Before I can notice how hot my face is turning, the hands conspire to pin me down. Their grip tightening as my limbs are splayed out.

My heart is pounding. Fingers enter my body yet again, this time between my legs. Whose? It doesn't matter. I don't know any of them, and I don't get to ask questions tonight. Someone points out how wet my cunt is getting. I can hear the grin in their voice. I can hear the squelching of digits twisting inside me. Another hand begins flicking and stroking my tdick. Does it belong to the same person? There's no way of telling. I yelp and throw my head back in pleasure. Quiet laughter courses through the group.

Suddenly, a familiar voice. I realize my dom must be standing right beside my head. "We're gonna show everyone what a good boy you are tonight" he mutters softly, petting my hair. I whimper in agreement as the first cock lines up with my hole. "That's it, you can take it" my dom reassures me while a stranger sinks themselves into my cunt. The stretch isn't easy, luckily they're taking it slow. I feel them grabbing my hips to steady themselves, before they begin thrusting. Still restrained by the rest of the group, I get to do nothing but take it. The stranger groans and picks up the pace. "That pussy is so fucking tight"

Everybody gets a turn. Maybe some get multiple. I try to keep track of how many people have been inside me, but I can't tell them all apart with certainty. The only constant is my doms soothing voice, his warm hand clasping my own. At one point, when my legs are quivering, when I can feel a puddle of cum pooling below me, I ask him how many more rounds they're going to go. "Now sweetheart, toys don't get to wonder when they're done being played with" he chides me gently. Then, seemingly turning to the friend currently fucking me, he adds: "Reprimand him a little for me, will you?" The strangers flat palm meets my face. A light slap, a warning. But enough to make me clench around their cock.

“What did I tell you about speaking when not spoken to.” He hit me 5 times while speaking in quick succession, leaving my body tensed in the restraints, unable to catch my breath. “That made you so wet.” His fingers rubbed my aching clit, moved down and inside me. He was right, I could feel it dripping down my ass, how frictionless the thrusting fingers were. “It’s so hard to punish you when you just like it.”

“Sorry, sir.” The words were packaged in a moan, his fingers rubbing against my g-spot.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry for being such a slut, daddy.” Saying the words caused a jolt of humiliation and arousal to run through me.

The fingers withdrew, and I felt so horribly empty. I wanted him to say something in response to my apology, but he didn’t, I could only hear him rustling around with something. And then something clamped down on my labia, making me jerk in the restraints, a keening noise leaving me.

He placed a second clamp on my other lip, “I’ll find a way to make this a real punishment.” The clamps were pulled apart, leaving my pussy spread open. He attached them to something so they stayed spread, and I could feel cool air against my gaping hole, my straining clit.

The belt came down again, now directly on my most sensitive areas. I pulled at my restraints, wanting to snap my legs shut as he hit me again, not wasting any time. Enough strikes came in quick succession that I couldn’t keep track, leaving me unable to focus on anything but the burn between my legs.

I panted, wondering what he was doing as I heard him shuffle around. He wrenched open my jaw a second later, securing a dildo gag around my head, long enough that it was in danger of triggering my gag reflex at any second. I didn’t think I had been too noisy during the strikes, but I did like having something else to focus on.

The belt was back a second later, beating me mercilessly with no time to catch my breath. He stopped when I finally gagged, unable to stop my clenching around the rubber. My legs were trembling from the exertion of trying to close, and he smoothed his hand over my thigh, comforting me.

“Fuck, you’re being such a good boy.” He murmured, pressing his hard cock against my bruised cunt. “You love letting me use you like this, don’t you?” I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to respond, floating as I was on the humiliation and pain. He slapped me, jammed the gag in deeper so that my throat spasmed around it, “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

I nodded, trying not to throw up. My head was spinning, and then he was pushing into me and my world narrowed to the pleasure pain of that. He didn’t waste any time waiting for me to adjust, immediately fucking me hard. His hips slammed against my bruised flesh, cock dragging on my inflamed rim, but he knew exactly how to fuck me to have me drunk on pleasure. His hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off air to my lungs and blood to my brain. I could feel the way my muscles reflexively tightened around him because of it, how much more pronounced the sex became, even as everything else faded in the background.

The orgasm wasn’t even pleasurable, it was just an uncontrollable clenching around him, my legs shuddering. He cursed under his breath and then his cum was filling me up, thrusts slowing as he fucked as deep into me as possible.

His breaths were heavy as he pulled out, fingers replacing his cock and fucking his cum back into me. “Fuck, your pussy looks ruined.” I could imagine, gaped and dripping, red and bruised. “Let’s make it worse.”

Two fingers turned into three, the thumb on his other hand coming up to rub my clit. The pleasure outweighed the overstimulation, leaving me moaning as the fingers inside me found my g-spot.

Right when I was about to cum he forced another finger in, leaving me painfully clamping down on his hand. Now the overstimulation and painful stretching easily overpowered any pleasure.

“You wanted to cum so badly earlier, I’m sure I’ll be able to wring out a few more for you.” He said in response to me instinctively trying to squirm my hips away from his hands. “I was going to work your way up to this, but apparently you need to learn to take what I give you.” At that he tucked his pinky in. Slowly, but with no hesitation, he slid his hand in past his knuckles, down to his wrist.

I couldn’t breathe, my cunt pulsing around the intrusion. My eyes closed as I tried to calm down but quickly shot back open when his mouth found my clit, leaving a jolt of arousal to flow through my body. His hand started moving, fingers slowly drawing in to make a fist in me. Now the pulsing of my cunt almost felt good, underneath all the pain.

His arm started thrusting, and with each thrust the pleasure increased until I couldn’t suppress the moans. I knew what was coming after I came, knew that I would immediately be overwhelmed with overstimulation, so I tried to stave off the orgasm. I was successful for awhile, angling my hips just right so that I was almost edging myself. But, eventually, I couldn’t escape his tongue’s ministrations on my clit, and I was forced into a shuddering orgasm.

“Your clit is so cute like this, all pink and swollen.” His fist in me felt enormous. “I hope tomorrow it’s nice and purple from earlier.”

His knuckles popped past my rim again before being shoved back inside me. I was now being fucked with the widest part of his fist, ruining the last tight part of my hole. “Do you think I should punish you for having such a loose hole?” The thought had me moaning, the arousal shooting to my clit. The fingers not in me found my clit again, but unlike before where it had been just rubbing, he clamped my clit between two of his fingers and started jerking me off. It would’ve been purely pleasurable if not from overstimulation and the far too tight grip my clit was held in.

I found myself sobbing, my ruined cunt feeling agape and my clit on fire. “There we go,” he purred, “This is what you wanted, right?”

I nodded my head, praying he wouldn’t actually expect me to cum again like this. But the minutes dragged on, and soon he made an effort to fistfuck me so his knuckles dragged against my g-spot. It was slow, but the pleasure managed to rise to a spot where the rough fingers on my clit also started to feel at least a little pleasurable. Even so, an orgasm felt so distant.

Eventually, his mouth replaced his fingers, but instead of being gentle, he suctioned my clit hard, enough that it caused a fresh sob to wrack my body. But, fuck, deep past the pain it did feel good.

Against my best wishes, the orgasm did build, and this time I didn’t try to fight it, worn out. It slowly crested, the only real tell the involuntary spasms of my sore cunt.

“There you go, good boy.” His fist slowly ground to a halt, and then slowly pulled out. He wiped his fingers on a towel before grabbing his phone and taking a photo.

He held up the phone, most likely taking a video as he unclamped my labia, causing me to keen at the feeling of blood rushing back into them. He spanked my cunt a few times before easily slipping his fist back into my hole.

he asks me this over the phone and i freeze.

i was just complaining to him about how sore my cunt was. of course, my fingers were still lazily circling my clit, eliciting a mix of whimpers and whines. i know he really likes when i’m hurting for him, but a whisk???

immediately i say no, its too much, its too humiliating, i’m already so sore, please don’t make me, especially without cuddles after (we are long distance). he says i don’t have to, and i (try to) move on.

i feel myself reaching the edge, despite my overworked clit aching. i’ve been so insatiable lately. i start begging to cum—

“no.”

i beg again; i really am so close, even just a ruin would be so nice, please, the ache, daddy, please make the ache stop just a little.

“no.”

my mind…goes back to the whisk. it would hurt so bad…it would hurt so bad. i couldn’t possibly even fit it inside me…right?

“if i fuck myself with the whisk…could i have a ruin…?”

it’s almost embarrassing how easily it slides into me. at this point i’m soaked. my cunt is velvet with need and the thin smooth wires are offering me a new kind of fullness. i accidentally bear down and cry out, an amusing sight for him. oh, he’s watching all this on the security cameras he installed in my apartment. he wouldn’t miss a second of my debasement.

“well go on, fuck yourself with it.”

slowly, i pull the whisk out about an inch and slide it back in. this movement starts to feel sharp against my hole, but i can tell it’s not enough entertainment for him. i start to pull the bulbed end of the whisk out of me, crying out at the widest point and gasping for air when it finally pops out of me. with a pained whimper, i shove it back in, returning to feeling stretched open yet hollow.

“oh, do that again.”

my pleas for it to end spill out of me but i keep being good porn of course. i fuck my oversensitive cunt with the whisk, treating the widest part as a knot thats breaking me open. i keep going until the soreness is too much to take, leaving the whisk inside me and letting my greedy cunt clench and pull it deeper inside me. i feel so incredibly low, and so incredibly horny.

“you’re gonna have to ruin with that thing inside you.”

it takes me less than a minute to reach the edge after breaking my cunt open with the whisk. i barely had to touch my swollen clit to get close. the pain and soreness and humiliation and fullness all overwhelmed me and my ears rang as i begged to be allowed to ruin.

when i got permission, i pulled away my hand and let the sharp sensations of the whisk push me over the edge. i cried out as the pleasure waved over me; all my orgasms hurt nowadays. as i lay there, panting and sniffling and mumbling thank you’s, he praises me.

The first time I meet them, I'm naked, blindfolded and cuffed. I can't see them, only hear the filthy things they say about me. One of them comments that I'm even cuter than the photos my dom showed them. (Not just any photos, of course. His friends only know pictures of me wearing outrageously skimpy outfits and an embarrassed expression on my face. Pictures of my sweaty body collapsed on the bed, leaking my doms load)

Next, I'm familiarized with their hands. Dozens of greedy, shameless hands crawling across my body. Rubbing my chest, fondling my ass. Fingers probing into my mouth. Several people chuckling at how quickly the attention makes me moan. Before I can notice how hot my face is turning, the hands conspire to pin me down. Their grip tightening as my limbs are splayed out.

My heart is pounding. Fingers enter my body yet again, this time between my legs. Whose? It doesn't matter. I don't know any of them, and I don't get to ask questions tonight. Someone points out how wet my cunt is getting. I can hear the grin in their voice. I can hear the squelching of digits twisting inside me. Another hand begins flicking and stroking my tdick. Does it belong to the same person? There's no way of telling. I yelp and throw my head back in pleasure. Quiet laughter courses through the group.

Suddenly, a familiar voice. I realize my dom must be standing right beside my head. "We're gonna show everyone what a good boy you are tonight" he mutters softly, petting my hair. I whimper in agreement as the first cock lines up with my hole. "That's it, you can take it" my dom reassures me while a stranger sinks themselves into my cunt. The stretch isn't easy, luckily they're taking it slow. I feel them grabbing my hips to steady themselves, before they begin thrusting. Still restrained by the rest of the group, I get to do nothing but take it. The stranger groans and picks up the pace. "That pussy is so fucking tight"

Everybody gets a turn. Maybe some get multiple. I try to keep track of how many people have been inside me, but I can't tell them all apart with certainty. The only constant is my doms soothing voice, his warm hand clasping my own. At one point, when my legs are quivering, when I can feel a puddle of cum pooling below me, I ask him how many more rounds they're going to go. "Now sweetheart, toys don't get to wonder when they're done being played with" he chides me gently. Then, seemingly turning to the friend currently fucking me, he adds: "Reprimand him a little for me, will you?" The strangers flat palm meets my face. A light slap, a warning. But enough to make me clench around their cock.

They softly cooing at me, telling me that it's alright and that I can take it. Hugging me and giving me breaks when I start crying that it's too big and it won't fit. But at the same time they don't stop, they're there for me and comforting me but I'm not in control, they want it in and it's going in no matter how long it takes.

Want to be helpless, needy and a mess for them.

"yes baby, it's going to hurt but you can take it"

"deep breaths puppy, let's wait a moment before I keep pushing"

"no no no puppy, you can take, you will take"

"relax your body darling, relax and let me push it in"