Request: aureateey answered: Stop begging girl… You’ll cum when I say you can
Oh oh oh.
My life is made up of these moments of agony and ecstasy. Or at least it feels that way.
Those sounds…they’re coming from me. I’m making those noises. Animalistic. Guttural. He’s reduced me to this. He’s turned me from Marissa, a 4.0 GPA French Language and Literature major, into..
"Missy, show me your tits. I can see your nipples are hard. I want to see if we can still see the clamp marks."
….into Missy. My professor’s slave-pet and fuck toy du jour.
I can’t go any faster, I simply can’t, I can’t, I’m shaking my head and he’s reaching out towards me and oh god what is he doing —
Ahhhhhh anything I will just please don’t
Apparently I can move my fingers faster. He makes it apparent to me. Just like he’s made so many other things apparent to me. Like what an utter cum slut I am. What a cock slave. Dominated the moment he unzips his pants and brings his cock out. He controls me completely.
Ooooooooooouhhhhhhhh no no professor oh professor sir please let me
If you’ll just let me
But he doesn’t. Course he doesn’t. Those wet, sucking noises. Slurping. That’s me. My cunt. What I’m doing to myself. I can’t stop. I just can’t. I can’t go over either. That would be bad. That would be, oh, that would be so bad. He’s shown me how bad it will be if I go over when I’m not supposed to.
"BAD Missy. Bad, bad Missy! Did I say you could slow down? I want to see your tits shake. If you need the crop to help you, I’ll fetch it."
I keep frigging myself. Try not to let the heel of my hand brush my clit too much. Oh god just the sounds leaking out of my body…leaking like my cunt. It mortifies me.
My breasts feel so swollen. Sore even. They’re wobbling like crazy and it’s driving me crazy. Let it be good enough for him. Please let me please him. Don’t let me disappoint my professor.
Please, please. Oh please oh please please please professirrr ohghhg
"Good girl, Missy. They’re bouncing so nicely now."
Oh yes thank you, Sir. My thighs are burning from squatting like this with my knees spread so far apart. The ruffle on these damn little-school-girl socks are rasping against my skin but I just don’t care. My breasts are trembling so much, my whole body is, and god he’s just watching me, staring at my face and my chest and my pussy and I’m so wet and he can see and god he can HEAR how wet I am. Just because he’s telling me to do this for him.
SIR PLEASE SIR PLEASE PLEASE MAY I CUM?
"Stop begging, girl."
Ohhhhhhh god I
There are no words to describe the scream I make. He’s going to twist my nipples right off.
"Thank me, Missy. Thank me for not letting you cum. Thank me for not letting you fail me."
Thank you sir. Oh thank you. Thank youuu.
"You’ll cum when I say you can. You like it that way, don’t you, Missy? When I give you permission?"
Yes, Professor. I love it.
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Gloved fingers slid through her hair, tangled, and then began to pull back and back. The girl’s head was drawn back and her throat revealed. Those same fingers unbuckled the cherry red ball gag strapped tightly to her face. There were faint marks on the girl’s face that made it obvious should anyone had seen her that she was a naughty girl who needed such things. The ball gag was, temporarily, deposited to the side.
"You don’t want to to get put back in the locker, do you?"
"No," she cried.
"Are you sure you wouldn’t like that?" the woman asked. "The locker always makes you wet, you slutty thing."
The girl thought, of course the locker made her wet. Her Mistress always put her away in it with a vibrator raging away inside her at just the right speed. All day the girl had to be extra, extra good, in order to earn the gag. The gag was her reward. The girl wasn’t very good at being quiet, and she knew she needed the gag. She hated it. Hated that she needed it, hated that she needed to work for it, that she needed to earn the right to have her mouth stuffed and silenced.
Her Mistress’s other hand landed on the girl’s shoulder. The other petted her shoulder. The tails of the flogger trailed down, tickling the girl’s breast and trembling stomach. The girl’s glossy hair was mussed. Her fresh, pink skin had gotten a little sweaty and sticky, but it was still pink. A little red, even. Stripes made the slutty thing look ever so good.
Her Mistress’ leather-clad fingers dipped down under the girl’s skirt. The girl squirmed. She kept her hands at her side as if they were locked there. That was one of the rules.
The vibrator had slipped almost entirely out of the girl’s body.
"Tsk, tsk. You’ll have to work on that." She slid the vibrator out. It was coated with the girl’s slick juices. She held it to the girl’s berry colored lips and pressed it into the hot, sweet mouth. Deeper, and deeper. The girl held it there, halfway down her throat it seemed, her neck still arched.
When the girl’s Mistress eased the vibrator back out, the girl’s eyes were heavy and glazed. Her lips were very shiny and wet, and she was panting a little.
"Ok," the girl’s Mistress said, "You can stay outside the locker for a little while longer. Such a good playtoy."
I want this so much. I want to be bound in a room with many people…men, women, it doesn’t really matter. I want them to use every part of my body..my mouth, my ass, my pussy. I want them to hit me, spit on me, and kick me. I want to be pushed around, choked, man handled, and thrown over tables. I want to be forced to eat pussies and asses. I want it to keep going until I pass out..then I want more.
Dammit but it was hot! Though she knew that little brat would be looking she couldn’t really care as she opened her shirt to air herself. Let him look, she thought, serves him right to be tortured by her fantastic body. The little prick had spilled his drink all over her skirt, staining it beyond repair. Perhaps it was a bit overkill to have taken it off because of that, but she was gorgeous and she knew it. Besides, she had liked the extra attention from all the guys around the lake.
Thinking about all those men back there she wondered why she had agreed to follow this nerdy wanker back to his cabin to get a change of clothes. Like this guy really had a change of clothes wherever they were headed…wait a minute…wasn’t her tent closer anyway? Why had she left? She thought about turning around and heading back but something wouldn’t let her. It’s not that she wanted to keep going…it was that her feet kept moving to follow the lanky dweeb ahead. As she tried harder to turn away or stop walking she realized in a panic that she could do no such thing. Her body wouldn’t let her stop. The more she thought about it the more nauseous she became. Almost as if he noticed her inner struggle the kid turned his to look back at her.
“Not much further now. Go ahead and get undressed.”
“Ew, like that’s going to happen.” She practically spat the words at him. Only when she dropped her top into the sand and began removing her bra did she realize that whatever was controlling her feet was also in charge of her arms. “Hey! What’s going on!”
He stopped walking and turned to face her. “Stop walking.” And she did. “But by all means, continue undressing.” And she did.
“Why?!? How are you doing this!?” Her voice was beginning to get frantic.
“Calm down…I have complete control over your body. I’ve left your mind to you…for now…but we’ll fix that once we get back to my place. And then I promise you’ll enjoy doing every little thing I command.”
Her revulsion turned to horror as she pulled her bra away and dropped it beside her top then slid her panties off and stepped out of them automatically. No matter how hard she tried to control herself her body moved on its own.
She began to scream at him, “You sick fuck! Do you think you’re going to get away with this!!??”
He smiled at her, nodded, and said one word in response. “Cum.”
The most intense orgasm of her life rocked through her body, electrifying her fingertips and curling her toes. When she could finally see colors again she was doubled over, hands holding her knees for support. “You, you bastard,” she gasped.
He turned around and continued walking. “The chemical I spilled on you was built with my DNA. Your entire limbic and nervous system are already helplessly under my control. It would be better to get used to it than to fight.”
“You fuck, you sick fuck!” She began screaming at him again. As her shouting started to reach hysteria he issued another command.
“Be quiet please. Talk in whispers until we get to my cabin.”
She immediately found she could speak no louder than he wanted. She tried to continue her tirade but it sounded so fragile and weak in her husky bedroom voice.
“Very good,” he told her, “now you are becoming incredibly horny. Every step you take you need release more and more…” Her stomach dropped as she could already feel the warm tingling beginning in her crotch. “But no matter how hot you become, no matter how much you need it you will not cum again until I allow you to.”
As they continued walking his command was followed to the letter, with each step she took against her will the more wonton she became. By the time they had reached his cabin she was begging him, pleading with him to let her cum. “Please, please fuck me…I don’t care anymore, I’ll do whatever you say, just PLEASE FUCK ME!” She could hear herself whispering it to him, she could feel the burning need inside her. Her pussy was dripping now, overflowing with her desire. She had long since stopped trying to resist, to run away, she needed to follow him, she needed to be inside the cabin, it was the only place she would be freed of her intense craving for release. He opened the door to the cabin and cool air poured out over her. She walked right past him and into the darkened interior, wobbling slightly from the feelings between her legs.
“Drink that cup on the table there.” He pointed to a glass or purple liquid on a well used wooden table.” That will wash away your memories from before you met me and it will have certain other effects I find pleasing. You’ve always wanted larger breasts haven’t you?”
She grabbed the cup from the table, barely noticing the padded leather restraints attached to it, and just before she placed the drink to her lips he ordered her to stop. “Your arousal will not be affected, however, I am releasing you from my control for the moment. When you drink that cup and become my slave I want you to do it willingly. Either that or you can leave here, right now, with your insatiable need still intact. The only way to stop that particular command is my order to cum, as I said before. If you want that permission, I want you to drink.”
She stared down at the cup in her hands, her mind mostly drowned by the sweeping waves of need emanating from her sex. She looked around and saw herself in a full-length mirror on his wall. Her dripping wet slit and perfect bosom, her long tall legs, her sexy ass…moments away from servitude to this stranger. And though she knew his influence was still responsible for her incredible arousal she couldn’t help but imagine how perfect a sex toy she would make…how freeing it would be to give herself to him. Were those her thoughts, she wondered, or was he still controlling her. she moved her legs to test herself…it was as he said, she could control herself again. She could leave! But did she want that? Did she want to leave this incredible feeling behind? And did he say this drink would also make her already beautiful chest even larger? The thought of someone having that level of control over her was maddening, it drove her over the edge of desire, it sent her spiraling into her need; and so, looking into her own dazzling hazel eyes in the mirror, butterflies tumbling in her stomach…she drank.
Were there always this many people here she wondered. Why were they all staring at her? She tried to remember where she was…it had been getting harder to pin down her thoughts lately. She still knew that she was being held against her will, she still knew that her name was Mandy, she still knew that…but wait, Mandy? She began searching her scattered thoughts for why that had sounded so strange…Mandy…Mandy, was that her name? She knew that’s what the people in the white coats called her. In the back of her mind she could hear someone calling her name, but it wasn’t Mandy…why couldn’t she make it out?
The pulsing lights in front of her flashed rhythmically, now changing from their lovely pattern of blue and white to red and green. Weren’t the lights making it hard for the other people to think too? She tried asking them, but they didn’t respond. She tried to move toward them but only when she bumped into the glass did she realize that they were separated from her…they couldn’t hear her. All at once she remembered that this wasn’t even the first time that had happened…she was forgetting a whole lot lately…ever since she started watching those lights for hours every day. She swore she could hear voices whispering to her, but they were always just a little too quiet to make out…at first the voices had tortured her, scratching at her mind as she frantically searched for an escape…but today they seemed much nicer, warmer almost…like friends comforting her. What was that? Did the whisper just tell her to…what? It was no good she couldn’t make them out still…but the light had switched to her favorite shade, such a lovely purple and gold… She looked down at herself, suddenly self conscious realizing that all those people were staring at her. Or…was she self conscious? She thought she was, but as soon as she saw that she was wearing so little she realized she wasn’t ashamed, she was pleased. This is what she was supposed to do, all those people out there, those men…mmmm, the word ‘men’ triggered something in her and she was suddenly very warm and incredibly happy. She realized with a start that she had drifted off staring at the pulsing light. Her hand slipped out of her panties as she brought it up to her head to try to stop the spinning. Why was she just…was she really just masturbating? And then she remembered all the people…the ‘men’ —again that word started her tingling with desire— staring at her. Immediately she put her hand back down into her panties and felt the dripping wet lips of her sex. This time aware of the fact that she were putting on a show for them, but no longer caring. The more she pleasured herself the more she felt reassured that was why she was here…she was to serve these men…she came instantly at the acknowledgement…as if her body had been waiting for her to confirm it. Her mind cleared for a moment and she suddenly felt…she felt…Trisha!!! That was her name! Why did she think it was Mandy?! That was what they had been calling her since they’d…since they’d…all at once she knew what had happened…there were gaps but she definitely knew she had been taken here against her will. She had signed up to test a new diet formula and when she’d taken the first sip she had felt a prick in her neck and then woken up here in the white room. The revulsion must have shown on her face because the activity outside her window went into a flurry…suddenly she could hear the whispers clearly, loudly, almost booming! They were hurting her ears with their demands: “Slut. Whore. Fuck toy. Toy for men. Please men. Slut. Whore.”
She screamed to try to drown them out, but when she opened her eyes again the pulsing strobe had brightened to an almost painful intensity, it was flashing through every permutation she had seen in the room, but terribly fast. She began feeling ill, on the verge of vomiting the booming voices began to take effect, as her mind repeated them she began to feel less ill. She realized that thinking the words was taking away the spinning she began repeating them to herself, quietly at first, but the more she confirmed the voices the better she felt. She began to feel that wonderful tingling warmth in her favorite places again…she began to imagine the things she would love to do with all the men on the other side of that window…screaming in reply to the voices now she climaxed over and over. Her screaming and orgasms continued for hours as the final programming set in. “Fuck toy! Slut! Bimbo! Whore! Toy for men!” She wasn’t sure who Trisha was or why she hasn’t wanted her to come here anymore…she only knew that today when they finally turned off the lights and came in to inspect their work that she, Mandy, would be ready to please any men that wanted to fuck her slutty little body. She couldn’t wait.