Sunny Side Down Pt. 02

I try to catch my breath, breathing heavily and panting like a bitch in heat. Barely able to think at all, focusing on my breath takes up the majority of my remaining brain power. I had cum so hard it had shaken me to my core and, even with the blindfold it caused me to see stars. If I wasn't bound so tightly on my hands and knees on this coffee table, I'd probably have collapsed from the explosion that ripped through my body a few moments earlier.

As I'm finally catching my breath and slowly regaining my ability to think, I feel something pressed to my lips. It takes a moment to realize what had been pushed into the edge of my mouth but as it tipped upwards and slowly poured fluid into my mouth I realized what it was; a water bottle.

My Mistress was giving me a drink of water and I was so grateful at first. But when she didn't tip the water bottle back down I realized she intended for me to chug the whole bottle at once. I drank as fast as I could, taking large gulps as fast as I could to drain the plastic container without making her waste her time holding it for too long.

As I finish the last gulp, the bottle leaves my lips and I'm left to my darkness again. The only thing I can hear is the music in my ears coming from the earbuds she had decided to put in my ears earlier to block out all sound. So there I was, listening to my favorite songs and unable to hear anything else, blindfolded so I couldn't see anything going on around me, on my hands and knees on a coffee table, and bound by the legs and wrists to the coffee table so I can't move around on it.

She grabbed me roughly by the jaw, slightly digging her nails along my lower cheeks, making me give a very quiet, breathy moan from the sparks that the nails send shooting through the nerves in my face. Using her grip, she lifts my head up to, I can only assume, look her in the eyes even though I can't see them. I smile slightly as she lifts my head, loving every moment of serving her, even when I scream in pain I want nothing more than for her to possess all of me.

She slowly squeezed my jaw harder, making it ache more with each second until my jaw is forced to open regardless of whether or not I want it to or not. Even once my mouth is open, she continues to increase the pressure on my jaw until I can't open it any further and I feel like crying out from the pain.

As the pain starts to win me over and I am about to scream, I suddenly feel something very unexpected, something hitting my tongue. It takes me a moment to process what just happened but, as I'm trying to figure it out, I suddenly feel something like a splash of a small amount of warm water on the side of my face followed by another in a different spot. Each of these splashes was different in size but all the same average temperature.

When it suddenly clicked what was happening, I moaned out loud with no reservation like a wanton whore. My Mistress had spit in my mouth and now everyone was taking turns spitting on my face. At least, I thought they were spitting on my face until I felt another person spit on my ass cheek, then another on my shoulder. It Wasn't hard to imagine that everyone in the room had circled around the table, around me, and was spitting on me wherever they pleased.

I felt completely humiliated, the embarrassment overwhelming me. It wasn't long before the situation burned into me to the point of tears, my eyes filling along the bottom edge with the tears that haven't fallen yet. I felt completely degraded by their spit like I was just an object they could do anything they wanted with... and I was in heaven.

As suddenly as it had started, the spitting had stopped. At the same time that the onslaught of saliva had disappeared my jaw was released with a downward yank of my Mistress's hand. Her nails left harsh scratches on my jaw that were like fire on my skin. The harsh yank of her hand forced my head to go back down and I could feel the spit dripping off of my face onto the yoga mat on the table.

For a moment there was nothing. There were no touches, no pain, no pleasure, just me and my darkness. It seemed like an eternity while I waited for something to happen. For all I knew they had left me alone in the room and weren't going to be back for hours. I was just tied up here and waiting to be used like a slut with no idea of if or when they would.

Finally, I felt hands on my body again, at least five different people were touching me all over. They were giving me a massage and I couldn't help but relax as they ran their hands all over me. They kneaded into my muscles and traced their hands over every inch of my back, shoulders, and ass. I was loving the feeling in contrast to all of the pain. They massaged me for at least a full ten minutes and I was putty in their hands by the time they stopped.

When they stopped, I was a little disappointed. I don't often get gentle treatment from my Mistress or her "friends" but I have learned to appreciate each and every moment that I do get. I was feeling a mix of emotions from being humiliated and degraded to feeling relaxed and comfortable. I was just enjoying all of the sensations when the music suddenly got yanked out of one ear.

"I thought a worthless cunt like you would enjoy having spit rubbed into you like lotion for a whore," my Mistress whispered in my ear in a tormentingly seductive tone. I could feel her breath across the skin of my cheek and along my ear as she spoke, adding a whole other level to the words.

The words themselves, however, completely crashed the relaxed and comfortable feelings I had before. Having been on such a high, I fell hard into deeper humiliation. Even though I had been treated gentle, she had still made a spectacle of me being used as a fuck toy. She had made them rub in their spit and let me think I was getting gentle treatment. It hadn't even occurred to me that their spit was being rubbed into me like that.

The tears finally came fully, tracing down from my eyes until they hit where the blindfold pressed against my cheek at which point they were absorbed by the cloth. I started sobbing lightly as the tears began to flow, the degrading treatment and humiliation getting to me. As the sobs took some of my control away, my head drooped slightly and my body would shake marginally with each breath.

Even as I cried, I felt the lust rush through me. I loved being pushed so hard I cry. There is something so seductive about someone having the power over me to force me to crumble in their hands so deeply that I can't stop myself from letting the tears flow. Someone taking all of my mental fortitudes and crushing them like lightbulbs under a heel.

The blindfold had gotten clearly damp from the tears that it had been absorbing and I'm sure my Mistress was loving every single second of them just as much, if not more than I was. I could feel that the weight from the fluid was weighing it down slightly and I could almost see a little bit of light. My Mistress must have noticed the sag because she reached behind my head and grabbed the straps of the blindfold, giving both ends a harsh tug as she tightened the now weighted blindfold back into place. She followed by the returning of the earbud to the ear it had come from.

I was taken by surprise when something was suddenly shoved passed my lips and into my mouth. At first, I didn't register what it was, just something round with a large girth to it. After a few seconds though my brain recognized the shape of the object that rested on my tongue. It was a buttplug. Most likely, this was the plug that had been in my ass earlier knowing my Mistress; she liked to force me to have ass-to-mouth with all sorts of different toys.

By the time I realized what she had put in my mouth, it was too late as she had already started duct taping it into place. I moaned into my makeshift gag, partially repulsed by where it had been before, completely degraded by the fact that my ass and my mouth were treated as though they were the same to her, and completely loving it.

I was still adapting to the object in my mouth when I felt hands on my hips. These were definitely not my Mistress's hands. Whoever was touching me had large, rough hands that almost scratched at my skin when they grabbed. These were the hands of a working man. Whether he was a farmer, a mechanic, or something else, it was quite clear that he used his hands and worked hard and I felt like I was about to be worked over just as hard by him.

I was surprised when he let go though, I could almost feel the reluctance as he withdrew his hands slowly away. The way he released my hips it was like he didn't want to but had no choice but to oblige. My Mistress must have told him to step back, that was the only thing that made sense in my mind as the way he had been holding onto my moments before had definite intention to rearrange my insides.

I felt something entering my pussy slowly and at first it caught me completely off guard because the man had already let go. It didn't take long to realize that whatever was inserted into me now was artificial though, the feeling is very different from a real cock. Real cocks are warm and hard but soft at the same time. This wasn't nearly warm enough to be a cock and the material it was made out of was too rubbery to be a man.

Whatever it was that was penetrating me, it was not doing it gently. It was slowly inserting, but it was pushing so deep and so hard I thought it might be trying to tear me. I could feel as it pressed against my cervix. When it didn't stop trying to go deeper, I couldn't help but groan from the pain. I could feel the plastic dick inside of me bend into different shapes because it couldn't get past my cervix and started filling me to the sides instead.

I was fighting with every ounce of strength I had in me to not squirm too much as I was filled beyond what I would have figured possible with the soft dildo that was curling up inside of me. Every time a new bend formed in the plastic it was like a jolt inside my cunt when the dildo jerked and twitched from the pressure being redirected to one side or another.

I finally felt my Mistress's hand near the entrance to my vagina with me stuffed to the point that I wasn't sure if it was intense pain or sublime pleasure I was feeling from what I could only assume was the eighteen-inch dildo that she always had in her go bag. It was double-ended and typically used between two girls or for penetrating both holes at once but this was new to me, I'd never had the entire thing forced inside of my drooling fuck hole before. Soon after I felt my Mistress's fingers make contact with my labia, I felt the duct tape again that would now hold this monstrous dildo inside of me.

I was moaning and squirming about, lost somewhere in my own mind between the deprivation of sight and sound, and being filled in two of my holes; one of which was full to bursting it seemed. I almost didn't notice when the man had come back and grabbed me roughly. Still, in a bit of a dream-like haze from the recently inserted dildo, it didn't occur to me what was about to happen.

He lined up with my ass and pounded himself in. He gave no warning, no mercy, no sign of any care for me. He thrust into me with all his might and just the contact of his hips to my ass felt like spanking with the force he used. He kept using this force the entire time he plowed my bowels. He was very rough like he wanted to see if he could push me far enough that I would give in and beg for mercy, not that could with my mouth full as it was.

Every time he hammered into me I let a moan into the plug in my mouth, making very little actual noise through it. I was sure my ass was beet red by now from his savage thrusting, every time I felt his hips hit my ass I recoiled slightly from the instinct the pain caused but I quickly found myself thrust back onto him in time with his thrusting to get another stinging penetration.

Without warning, he gripped my hips much harder. I felt like just the strength of his grip would leave bruises from his fingers on me for days to come. I practically screamed out as he used that ferocious grip of his to yank me back onto his cock one last time as he emptied his balls deep inside of me. I could feel every time he let forth a jet of his cum inside of my ass and the feeling made me melt into a euphoria.

Instead of releasing me, he held me firmly in place for much longer than I had anticipated which seemed strange to me at first until I felt what my Mistress was doing. With a sudden sharp stab and a yank on one nipple and then the other. I screamed out as loud as I could into my plugged mouth to no avail. I instantly recognized the pain and the weight on my nipple. She had gotten out her weighted nipple clamps and my tits were screaming.

After the first few seconds of the clamps being in place, the man let me go so that I could get back into my position, though the ropes had prevented me from moving too far from it in the first place. Every little movement I made had the weights swinging from my nipples like little pendulums of pain. When the next person grabbed me by the hips I could barely focus at all anymore.

I couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl that had me by the hips at first until I felt them insert their member fully into my rear. It was definitely a girl by the feel of the rod penetrating me. A small part of me hoped that she would be more gentle than the last guy because of the nipple clamps but a much larger portion of me wanted her to rip me apart and make my nipples feel like they were about to come off.

I was slightly disappointed when she started to fuck me slowly, almost gently. It was like she was just enjoying watching me squirm on the end of it and had no intention of making me squeal. I kept pushing back on her as much as I could to get her to go deeper and harder.

I figured out why she didn't go very hard very quickly though when she reached around my hips and put a finger on my clit. She rubbed in small rapid circles and kept a firm pressure on the little bundle of nerves and I was putty in her hands the entire time. She would expand the circle and give me a few moments reprieve only to go back in tight and fast to make me convulse and nearly orgasm.

That's when it dawned on me. I was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. How was I going to beg for an orgasm? I was already so close when the man filled me with his delicious cum and the nipple clamps had nearly sent me over the edge already and now I had this woman focusing solely on pleasure over pain and working my clit like a Goddess. I knew if I came without permission my Mistress would see that as disobedience and I would be in for one hell of a ride after that. My Mistress didn't punish lightly and I avoided her bad side for a reason.

I squirmed and begged through the gag as much as I could all while this woman played my body like a fiddle. I groaned and moaned and twisted my head back and forth out of desperation to get my Mistress to recognize my dire need but there was no sign from her that it would be ok for me to orgasm. I even tried rocking my hips. When that got no response, I tried to freeze myself solid and thought that maybe she would notice me intentionally staying perfectly still. Nothing seemed to get her attention.

The woman that was currently violating my ass and deftly handling my clit changed tactics for the better... or worse in my current situation. She started pounding my ass and used how my body bounced away to her advantage. Every time she thrust into me I would move backward slightly which would rub her finger along the drooling slit between my legs and when she slammed into me it would push me forward and run her finger in the opposite direction.

My mind nearly went blank, all I could focus on was not cumming. I tried everything I could to focus solely on not orgasming but with the woman touching me in all the right ways, it was very hard to ignore her at all, let alone enough to calm my cunt down to prevent an orgasm. I was trying to narrow my mind down to only not cumming but I couldn't stop the screaming in my head that was calling out, begging my Mistress, "Please give me some sign that I can cum. Anything, please let me cum. Let your fuck toy give you her orgasm."

I knew she couldn't hear my mental pleas in the slightest but with the intuition she has shown me over the years, I wouldn't be surprised if she could read them written all over my face. If she could, she still showed no sign of it as no orgasms were given to me. I was left to my own devices, using every ounce of self-control I had left in me to hold off the orgasm that threatened to rip itself out of me at any moment whether I wanted it to or not.

I could feel it, the orgasm on the brink of tearing me apart when suddenly the woman that was taking such delight in pushing my orgasm control to its limits stopped. She took her hand away and pulled out of me as though she had lost interest. I wasn't sure if I should be thankful that she was done, worried that I wasn't pleasing enough which is a serious crime for a slave like me, or if I should be happy that she was done with her turn. I settled somewhere in the middle of all of that and waited to find out what would come next.

At this point, I was panting so hard that my nose wasn't enough to keep up. I was hardly able to keep enough air in my lungs to stay paced with the amount of oxygen my body was using. My Mistress must have noticed as the duct tape was suddenly removed from my face with a hard yank that left my skin stinging where the tape had been.

She grabbed the plug and pulled it slowly from my mouth. I tried as hard as I could to stop the drool from pouring out of my mouth it was hard to swallow around the item that had been logged in my mouth but my efforts were fruitless as a large pool of drool quickly spilled out and onto the mat beneath me.

She took both headphones out of my ears and chuckled in a cruel way before speaking in a tone so cold and sadistic it could chill the blood of a murderer, "You're going to cum soon... well... relatively soon. Next up is a good friend of mine and he is known for his stamina. You may cum when he does."

"Y-yes, Mis-Mistress," I stammered out in an airy voice, still trying to get my blood oxygen levels back up.

With that, I was expecting her to plug my ears again but she never did. She instead took the plugs away and went off to go wherever she was. It was almost foreign to hear people around me as I was being fucked. The music almost let me forget that I was surrounded by a large group of people that all intended to use me tonight.

When I finally felt "Mistress's friend" come up behind me I was nearly elated at the prospect of an orgasm coming my way. I could hardly wait for it but the phrase "known for his stamina" kept ringing through my mind and I was concerned that this man would be at me for the next few hours before I got to orgasm. I don't know if I could wait that long.

"Good luck, fuck meat," I heard my Mistress call out before she cackled loudly.

"Thank you, Mistress..." I replied in an apprehensive tone, even more concerned about my orgasm and suddenly wondering if it was even attainable at all anymore.

The friend wasn't exceedingly large when he pushed into me, nor was he overly rough. He was very evenly paced with very solid thrusts but compared to the one man he was gentle. Not like it mattered, I was already on the brink of orgasm so anything he did right now would threaten to send me over that cliff's edge. I wasn't sure if that was working in his favor or mine. Deciding to use my new vocal freedom and the ability to hear, I decided to cheer him on a little bit in hopes that it would bring my orgasm closer.

"Please, Sir, fill this useless whore to th-" I was suddenly cut off by my Mistress as she shouted at me.