A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06

... that no position was comfortable. "If you admit that you're a filthy fucking slut I might take some mercy on you."

"Ihh ot a slut" she managed.

"Have it your way," I said, and took another sip of beer. I felt like I was doing OK on punishing at this moment, but was there a way to dial up the humiliation? I had a brilliant idea. Picking her purse up off the floor where she had dropped it, I took out her phone. Throughout the weekend I had seen that she had Face ID enabled, and I held the phone under her gagged and smeared face and saw the menu blink onto the screen. I stepped back and took a few shot, moving to get different angles, including a few close on her glistening cunt. "I need a good caption," I said, "because I'm posting this to all your shit." I thought she might safeword at this point to check whether or not I was actually doing that, but honestly it would be a pretty heinous thing to do and I guess she trusted that I wasn't a monster because all she did was mewl no no no no no. "Yesssss," I said. "Okay, how's this: Hi everyone! I wanted to come clean with all of you about what a filthy fucking slut I am. This is me this last weekend, covered in cock juice and spit in some stranger's basement because I was so desperate for his cock that I agreed to let him do anything he wanted to me. Being used like a slutty little fuckhole isn't just my biggest turn-on, I feel like it's my entire purpose in life and I want to make sure everyone knows it." She whimpered. I ...

... stood up and took the gag out. "Let's get some video, shall we?" I started recording.

"No," she said, "fuck you. He's doing this to me and I hate it and please god somebody help me."

"That won't do," I said. "I'm deleting that." I left it, but set the phone down to take more slack out of both of the lines. Now there was constant tension on both ends. "Let's try again, maybe something more spirited about how you're grateful you're being punished for being such a disgusting slut you're very sorry but you still need my hard cock." I hit record again.

"Fuck you," she said. I was pretty impressed at this point that she didn't take the out. I knew she was flexible but it was really cranking on her arms and her nipples had to be on fire. I took more slack out of the lines and hit record again. She cried out in pain.

"I can wait," I said, and I picked up my beer. I took another sip as a solid half-minute passed.

"Okay!" she cried.

"Okay what," I asked.

"Okay I'm a slut or whatever!"

"No, you need to do better than that."

"Okay I'm a filthy fucking slut, I'm so grateful for you for punishing me and trying to help me correct my ways but I'm still a huge slut and I need hard cock in me so so badly!"

"Much better!" I said, cutting off the recording. I used the snips in my pocket to quickly cut the line that was holding her nipples down and stepped around her to move the hitch on her arm rope down. I felt like I had cleared the "active resistance" bar and now ...