Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... and the wealth of rich thick crème that oozed from her hole constantly.

But somehow, being bound and invaded like this, having no ability to control or even influence this feeding from her pussy felt different. It had nothing to do with it being a woman using her. She like a woman's tongue supping at her pussy. But nevertheless, she suddenly felt debased and thoroughly objectified. She twisted in her bonds as the implications of her situation sank in. She'd been more or less kept as private entertainment for Mr. Lester since her submission to him. He'd supplied a group of men to service her needs. But she realized that what was happening now might be a more likely fate for her if Mr. Lester gave her to another master. She realized she might very well be kept constantly powerless, bound, perhaps caged routinely and that another master might routinely and just as casually exploit her boundless need for sex purely as entertainment for others. It was humiliating but she knew she couldn't help responding to the jeers and laughter of her audience. It made her aroused that they enjoyed watching her getting herself off in a contest whose rules had been crated to ensure that stranger's would be beating her all night and that she would then be given away for a day to the random winning ticket holder. The problem was none of this really seemed to be disturbing her. She had no role in being displayed, or given to these people. Before, she's always felt able to subtly and even not ...

... so subtly influence what was done to her, despite having never really ever objected to anything anyone had ever wanted from her. But that pretense of control was now gone, stripped from her along with her dignity and will. But rather than shame or regret at her predicament, being utterly debased galvanized her body. She let go of her thinking and sank into feeling the woman's unhurried, lascivious lathing at her cunt. Being this enslaved seemed to gift her a freedom complete abandonment to the erotic sensations and the spectacle of her situation. Question of pride or propriety vanished. The constant internal dialogue of "choosing" whether something was "too much" or "not right" went silent. She embraced the pleasures being inflicted on her more fully than she'd ever thought possible and drew pride in her service as Mr. Lester's young, nubile little fuck bunny-cum-pain toy.

Within moments she was in the throes of another stupendous orgasm. She strained at the bindings, and though there was little movement, everyone could see the ropes biting into her flesh as contractions rippled through her muscles again and again in constant waves. She snorted through her small air holes and a strangled moaning could be discerned as the pleasure ripped through her. Claire heard the woman's splutter as she was sprayed with the gouts of fluid ejaculated from her cunt. But she was game and the lathing increased frantically, keeping pace with the flow and sending her into another extended ...