Bondage and Domination

when they start groping your ass, you laugh with them, it must be a joke if they're all laughing along. when they start pulling you in for long hugs, smelling you, squeezing you close, you know its just because their wives aren't giving them enough affection at home. it even starts to become normal to sit in their laps while they work. they all start to call you their little work girlfriend.

She shuffled onto the train car. Standing between a man sitting down reading a book and one standing behind her seemingly paying no mind to her. As the train lurched forward the man behind her fell forward into her, almost knocking her forward. Steadying her footing so as to not fall onto the man sitting down she began to ask the man behind her to move when his hand grabbed her ass. She gasped lightly as he leaned into her. 

"What are you doing you creep." 

"Shhhhh" He chuckled as his hands roamed her ass. "Wouldn't want someone to see." She flushed making sure the man who was only a few inches from her didn't notice, she became painfully aware that if he looked her way he would see straight up her skirt from this angle. 

"Stop touching me." She tried to squirm away but ended up stumbling closer to the man sitting down. He looked up at her and the man touching her chuckled again. He pinched her ass hard making her bounce slightly. The man sitting down stared intently.

"I told you to be quiet." His hand slid around to the crotch of her panties and the sitting man began stroking himself through the fabric of his pants. 

"Please, please sir, turn away. " She blushed, feeling the erection of the man behind her, and watching the erection of the one in front of her grow. She felt her own arousal start.

"I think he wants a show." The man said before stuffing his fingers into her pussy. She gasped as the wetness of it allowed him to dive deep. "So soaked my dear, you seem to be enjoying getting groped by a stranger."

"No! Of course not." She gasped as he pulled out just enough to pinch her clit.

"I think you are a little slut. Who dreams of a man showing her how he should use her body." His breath was hot on her ear as he pressed himself to her. "How about I show you, and give the nice man a show?" He purred pulling her panties to the side exposing her dripping pussy. Shame flooded her. The man sitting down did not want just a show as he quickly dove forward and latched onto her pussy. His tongue dove inside of her as he grabbed her ass for better access.

"Please! No!" She tried to squirm but the man behind her grabbed her arms pinning them to him.

"Oh you can't deny the man after showing him your slutty dirty pussy can you. "

"I'm, I'm not a slut, and I didn't show him my pussy." Both men chuckled. The one sitting down slid his finger along her slit as he pulled his mouth away a bit.

"You're pretty wet to not be a slut." His point was accented by the man behind her effortlessly sliding three fingers into her pussy. Her eyes rolled and she tried to close her legs but both men kicked them open. The man behind her driving his fingers deep in her.

"Now now, be a good slut for us. Don't make a scene." Thoughts raced through her head as her first orgasm began to build. Was she really going to let these men fuck her?

"I'll scream." She gasped as the second man resumed his sucking on her clit. The sensation of being penetrated and having her clit suctioned began driving her wild.

"Oh will you now? I guess we will have to keep you quiet until we're done with your filthy cunt then. '' The sound of zippers caused her heart rate to spike. Before she could respond she was bent over with the sitting man's cock in her mouth and the other man's mouth on her pussy. Her muffled moans as they tag teamed her grew. Her orgasm was just at the edge as she felt her pussy begin to twitch. Her eyes rolled as she silently pleaded for the man to push her over. Then his tongue disappeared from her soaking mound

"No"She tried to mouth around the cock in her throat. She wiggled her hips desperate for the release she needed. 

"No?" The man chuckled "see I knew you were just a desperate, needy little slut. You want this?" She felt his dick press against the entrance of her. She couldn't nod her head or say anything as she gagged on the man hammering her throat. His erection grew tight with his nearing orgasm.

"I'm going to have to cum in your throat so that it doesn't make a mess. Be a good little cum dumpster for me ok?" She looked up at him through hooded eyes moaning as he fucked her throat, she desperately began to want his cum down her throat. With no warning the man behind her slammed his entire length into her soft soaking petals. The force firmly shoving the other man's cock down her throat as he began streaming his cum into her. Gagging, she swallowed it as fast as she could while the other man hammered her pussy. She coughed as the first man moved back in his seat, zipping his pants back up. 

"Such a good girl." He murmured as he watched her get fucked. Suddenly she was standing upright again. A new man in front of her. Her brain froze with embarrassment as she listened to the sounds of her pussy being fucked and the moans she couldn't control anymore. She looked around to see a total of three men staring. Their erections were noticeable.

"Go ahead boys. Next stop isn't for another forty minutes." He jerked her hands behind her back and the men lunged. Quickly her shirt was ripped open and her bra cut free from her body. Mouths found her nipples teeth dragging along the skin roughly. They did not waste time being gentle as they pinched, slapped and tugged on her. She felt an orgasm building as the men ravaged her body to the tune of the train. Teeth clamped down on her nipples as one man slapped her across the face. Her orgasm ripped through her body spraying all over her legs around the man inside her. 

"Ooh!" They cheered out loud watching her soak herself. "I guess these are ruined." One said as she felt her panties get cut away from her body by a blade. Her shirt ripped, bra and panties removed, nothing stood between the men and her body now. 

"Oh god" She heard the man behind her exclaim, in the daze she hadn't noticed him swelling in her pussy.

"No wait!" She cried out just before she was bent over for another cock to get shoved into her throat. She sucked it down as she felt the man explode cum into her pussy, pounding the last of his sperm deep inside her. Tears brimmed as she orgasmed from the feeling. She knew they would breed her at this rate and she didn't care. She needed more. She was moved to a seat and positioned so all the men could have access to every part of her. Teeth returned to her nipples as someone slapped her clit hard. She jerked screaming out and the cock was returned to her throat.

"That's right. Cum as we abuse you like the whore you are." Fingers entered her as teeth marked her skin, and slaps rang out on her clit. Eventually someone tied her feet to the chairs so her legs were in the air and her pussy and ass could be assaulted at the same time. She lost count of the orgasms as they racked her body and soaked the seat. Soon she was pushed until she hung off the seat slightly. The man in her throat began to cum as two men positioned their dicks to fuck her. Her eyes widened as both of her holes were filled by the men. After she finished swallowing the cum the man on top of her retreated into the train car. The final one positioned his dick at her mouth standing next to her. He grabbed the back of her head.

"Three more loads you little whore. Do your job." She opened wide, needing more cum in her throat. Her eyes rolled as she lost herself in the bliss of being completely filled. The men were not gentle with her, continuing to slap, bite and scratch her as they pounded her ass, pussy, and throat. Tied helplessly to the chairs she felt like she would die from being fucked so much. The next orgasm racked her body and again she squirted all over the seat. She felt all three men grow frantic as their cock swelled. She was so full of their big swollen dicks she was certain she couldn't take it, and then just as soon as it began all three men pumped their hot cum into her. Pounding as hard as they could they shot the loads as deep as possible. They pulled away and she felt the ties leave her wrists and ankles. As she lay there leaking cum from all holes a suited man approached. She watched the other men leave as the new man began reaching in his pocket. In anticipation for him she spread her legs, showing him her cum leaking holes. He chuckled as he handed her a business card.

hey, it’s been a bit, you ready to go back downstairs? damn are you still asleep? you better be breathing—oh thank god. shit. you’re warm. even through your dress you’re burning up. what if i just—

oh fuck, you’re soaked. your panties are so fucking wet. jesus, what am i doing. this is so fucking wrong. god.

fuck, okay, ill just jack off. then ill feel better. i can taste you on my other hand, and its making me so fucking hard. but maybe if i just squeeze your thighs together i can—fuck, oh shit, that’s so hot. my cock is sliding against your cunt and tenting your dress. christ. im close. maybe just the tip, just so i can finish.

oh my god, you’re so fucking tight. I’m throbbing inside you, shit. I can’t believe im fucking you right now. oh my god oh my god, i need to—i can’t stop—

ill just keep your dress pulled down. it doesn’t feel so bad when i cant see myself raping you. it looks fine. it’s fine. your cunt is squeezing me—goddammit I should have looked for a condom—ill just pull out. fuck just a little longer. you feel like fucking heaven.

shit too close—okay let me pull your dress up, just cum on your stomach and wipe it off—

And then I pull out, clean you up, and tuck the covers around you.

You’ll wake up in the morning sore in places that make you blush. There’s a glass of water on the nightstand. And draped over the chair by the bed is what I’ve picked for you today. The skirt that’s just short enough. The collar you pretend is a choker when your coworkers ask. The underwear that’s barely there, or maybe no underwear at all, just a plug and the understanding that you’ll wear it until I tell you otherwise. Everything folded neatly. Everything chosen. Head to toe… from the heels to the shade of lipstick I want to see on you later.

And you put it on. Every piece. You put it on because waking up to a laid-out outfit means someone thought about you before you were conscious. Someone looked at you asleep and dripping with their cum and thought about what they wanted you to be today. Someone wanted you so specifically that they planned your entire surface down to the details.

Wanting to be wanted is the most universal feeling there is. And there’s no bigger proof of that want than someone reshaping you into exactly what they need. Choosing which version of you walks out the door. That kind of attention means you’re being thought about, whether you’re in their bed ready to be fucked or not. It means you exist in someone’s mind as a project they’re building with their own hands, and there’s no bigger compliment than that.

You're sitting on the tiny bar stool leaned over talking to a friend. The skin on your legs has light goose bumps as someone opens the door and air drafts up you're much to tiny skirt.

"So you have your eye on anyone?" Your friend asks as she sips her drink looking around the bar. "What about that guy you keep making eyes at." She raises her eyebrow at you as you look over at him again. He's staring you down and you wink lightly shifting in your chair.

"He's cute." You muse as you finish your drink.

"You should try to get with him. Come on you've been single forever." You and your friend laugh as the music skips over the speakers. You feel someone approach behind you. As you begin to turn around a glass full of your drink is placed on the table in front of you, and a glass for your friend as well. You glance up to see the man you've been eyeing all night right behind you.

"Hello ladies." He presses himself against your back placing one hand on your hip. You blush as him and your friend begin talking. He pulls you slightly too him causing you to hang off the stool just a bit. Holding you firmly in place your eyes go wide as you feel it. He slides your panties to the side and his errect cock is at your tiny hole. He continues chatting merrily with your friend as he pushes himself into your ass. You quickly begin taking drinks trying not to moan as he begins slowly fucking your ass in the middle of the bar. The hand that was on your hip moving to your clit. As he pinches and swirls it in circles he pumps in and out of you.

"You know she's single." You hear your friend chime. The man pushes his entire length into you.

"Really?" You can hear him smirk as he dives his fingers inside of you. You gasp as you feel yourself begin to cum. Desperate to keep quite you finish off your drink, you feel him pump a load deep inside of your ass as you cum. As soon as it's finished he pulls out of you completely backing away. You blush and mumble about needing to use the bathroom. Quickly you rush to the restroom and begin trying to clean the mess you made up. Your panties are on the floor and you're bent over the counter when you hear the door unlock. You spin trying to cover your exposed holes as the man walks in. He smiles and waves a key at you as he closes and locks the door behind him.

"I work here." He chimes as he approaches you. Quickly he places you on the counter spreading your legs. He spears himself into your pussy and begins pumping deep inside of you. "Time for one more" grabbing your neck he continues spreading your hole wide on him as he grunts.

"Wait" You murmur as your eyes roll "I'm not on" he shoves two fingers in your mouth while picking up the pace inside your pussy.

"Good, I love filling a good slut with seed." You squirm and he spins you around pinning you to the counter. Slamming deep inside of you the pleasure bleeds into your thoughts. You cum over and over around his cock until finally he slams it deep inside of you as he fills you with streams of hot cum.

Smiling as he watches his cum leak from your holes he fixes his pants and begins to leave.

"Wait will I see you again?" He smiles looking over his shoulder.

She pours coffee and takes it to his office, intending to place it on the desk without interrupting. Before she can turn to go he holds up a hand, then leans back in the chair and begins to unbuckle his belt.

She sinks to all fours and crawls toward his hanging cock, mind already quieting, softening. He places his hand over the phone and whispers, “Just warm it, don’t suck.” She nestles under the desk and his hand caresses the top of her head. She takes him in, soft, the cropped pubic hair full of his scent. She presses her nose into him and moans contentedly as she feels his pulse on her tongue.

She loses track of time until he hangs up the phone and smiles down, “Now the balls, Kitten.” She unsheathes him from her mouth, half hard, gently takes in his sack and lets his slickened cock drag luridly over her face, coming to rest on her forehead and covering one eye. It is not dignified, and she doesn’t care.

He sighs contentedly, takes a sip of coffee, begins to type. She waits, swirling her tongue slowly, absently, over the smooth skin. She notices a small tear on his dress pants and makes a mental note to mend it.

“Time for the next call, Kitten,” he guides his cock back to her mouth. For the next 20 minutes she can feel him harden and soften again a few times. He sips more coffee, makes notes, comments on the call. She forgets herself once as she feels him hardening and begins to suck, to stroke him with her lips. He delivers a sharp kick to her ribs and laughs at something on the call. Now he’s very hard.

He shifts in the chair and presses the back of her head, she feels the tip of his hard cock meet the gentle resistance at the back of her throat, and push past. Her mind is fuzzy again, she breathes deep through her nose and her eyes are watering. She can feel her cunt soaking her panties and she shifts to straddle his foot, arms curling around his calf. He pats her head and she begins to grind on the toe of his dress shoe, reminds herself she will not suck, only warm him.

So now you’re at the mercy of what they want of you for 24 hours. You expect it to start right away, but no. They point out that it wasn’t said that it had to start right away. As a matter of fact, they point out, you’d never said it had to be a continuous 24 hours, either - that wouldn’t be fair, since they didn’t want you to lose out on sleep over this.

What they want from you is very simple. They own a bar, they’d like to get some more traffic to it, and you’re going to be the perfect tool for that.

The first hour is spent taking a few promotional photos at their bar. You try to argue that putting them anywhere would be outside of the 24 hours, they argue that you won’t be spending time on it, you try to argue further but they just say fine, then they want you to sign a form to allow them to post the photos. You barely had a leg to stand on before but they’ve just solidified it, and another half hour is spent taking lewder photos “just in case”.

A week later you’re back at their bar. It takes a half hour to get you into your uniform for the night, which consists of lacy crotchless underwear, heels, and a see-through apron to hold packets of lube and condoms. It only takes that long because they also have you shave. You’re to spend the next six hours walking around like that, taking drink orders as well as delivering drinks. You’re also, of course, free for customers to use however they’d like, so long as they’ve bought a drink.

It’s the busiest night the bar’s had in a while. You’re lucky that for the most part the patrons are gentle with you, but you’re still flushed with embarrassment because you can feel the way they look at you, cum dripping out of you as you take their orders throughout the night. People buy you drinks, too, and at least that helps you lose some of your nervousness.

Eight hours down, sixteen to go.

The next seven hours are spent with you tied back-down on a table, legs spread wide and head dangling off the edge. You’re at the perfect height to be fucked and to eat people out. You can barely move with how secure your friend’s gotten you tied up, and there are more rough customers that night. You’re not sure if it’s because you can’t even try to move away from a slap, or if it’s because it’s not the first time you’ve been there, or what other reason there may be. It doesn’t matter much, though, because the end result is still you getting more and more sore, barely able to catch a break.

Someone hits you so hard that you tear up and they do it again and again until you’re crying, pinching your reddened skin as they fuck you just because they can. It feels freeing. All you have to do is lay there and take it and muffle your cries by focusing on the cunt presented to your face, hands tangled in your hair holding your head against them as you suck on their clit.