The Waffle Bat

He opens the hotel room door, bare chested with towel round his waist.

"Hi" he drawls in his Yankee accent. I push past him, barely returning his greeting, eager to get on with the playing. My new fuck me heels click with a pleasing sound on the polished floor.

"Come on" I say. "Let's get to it, where do you want me?".

He closes the hotel room door and points to the desk cum table that all hotel rooms seem to contain, such a clichéd yet classic piece of play equipment.

I remove my dress, throwing it on the armchair as I walk past. My breasts are now bare, my waist tightly cinched in the corset I was asked to wear. My arse is exposed by the thong and my cunt barely covered by the scrap of material at the front.

I did not eat this morning, having learnt from experience what a tight corset plus food plus throat fucking entails, vomit, lots of it.

I place myself across the desk and he quickly straps me into the pre-prepared bondage straps, my wrists pulled to separate corners, my ankles attached by bondage straps to the legs of the desk at just above floor level.

I'm his now, prone, ready to take what he can give me.

He walks around the desk, taking me in from all angles. He approaches my head and opens my mouth, sticking his fingers in as far as they will go. He then walks to the other side of the desk and does the same, first to my cunt and then to my arsehole.

"I've been waiting for so long to use you" he sighs. He walks away and comes back with a ball gag and the infamous waffle bat that he has been mentioning for weeks.

The best toy ever invented, in his opinion. Available at your nearest KMart for the princely sum of $4.99.

He places the ball gag in my mouth, kisses my forehead and then circles around me again. This time as he views my arse laid out before him, he spanks it with his bare hand but putting all the force of his strength behind it.

"Count the strokes" he tells me.

I do the best I can, considering that I am gagged. By the time we have reached fifteen, my arse is beginning to burn and tingle. He reaches twenty five strokes. And my arse is aflame. I can feel his eyes drinking the sight in as his hands caress my buttocks.

"Time for round two" he drawls, he picks up the bat and swings it, hard.

It hits my already sore bottom and I can't help but cry out through the gag, tears springing into my eyes because it fucking hurts.

"I reckon you can take ten of those before your begging me to stop through sobs" he tells me.

"Let's find out, shall we?".

And with that he whacks me again. By the time he gets to nine, I am fighting against sobbing, determined I am not going to beg him to stop.

"Come on, baby, let it out" he instructs me.

It goes against my nature to really let go so he gets another four strokes in before I can't hold back any longer. The sobbing erupts and he steps back, his voice pleased "Did that hurt, baby? Never mind, it's all over now. At least that is anyway."

"Now, it's time for round three."

He walks around to my head and removes the ball gag, "Open wide, baby" he orders.

I do as I am told and he takes the thin end of the bat and starts shoving it into my mouth, as far as he can. He gets it to the back of my throat and not much further before I start gagging and retching.

He grabs a marker pen, holding it in place whilst he draws a thick black line to indicate the depth I managed to take. When he has removed it from my mouth, much to my relief, he measures the depth achieved.

"Six and a half inches, disappointing, slut. Let's see what these other two holes can do".

With that he walks round to my prone arse and much to my pleasure and relief, he takes a moment or two to rub the flat of the bat on my aching, engorged clitoris.

This of course, causes me to get wetter than I already was, ready and waiting to have my cunt hole filled. Which he does, starting with the wider end this time. He manages to manipulate it into my cunt with a bit of difficulty but once it is in there, it slides in until I feel it pushing against my cervix. As he starts attempting to push it in further I have to protest, the pleasure of being filled quickly turning to pain. I can't see what he does but know from our discussions that he has picked up a different color marker. He withdraws the bat, leaving my hole empty and begging to be filled again.

"Eleven inches" he remarks, "you fucking slut."

Then it's the turn of my arse hole, the part I have not been looking forward to.

He lubes up the bat, something I would have once found objectionable but time and practice have meant that most things will slip into my arse unhindered nowadays; with or without lube.

And since he starts with the thin end, it does. He pushes and pushes, until I start yelling, feeling things inside me moving, that really probably shouldn't.

He does the marking thing again but rather than take it out straight away as he has done the past two times, he starts to bugger me hard with the bright yellow plastic object.

It hurts and makes me cry out with the pain.

He leans forward, pinning me with his body weight on top of me as he carries on. "Just getting you nice and ready for my cock, slut."

I wriggle and try to break him off me as he carries on.

After a short period of time, but more than long enough for me, he stops. I collapse forward on the desk, relief flooding through my body.

"Don't relax quite yet, bitch" he tells me, "I'm going to do your ass and then your face, and I expect to be shown appreciation."

I brace myself for further pounding and despite the slight soreness from the hard unyielding plastic, it is actually quite pleasant, the feel of a warm pliable cock in its place.

Just as I am relaxing into it and really starting to enjoy it, he stops and withdraws.

"Time for your throat fuck, slut."

He walks around the desk and I look at his cock in disgust, knowing I will end up doing what I am told but deciding to not make it easy for him.

"Open wide" he orders. I shake my head, keeping my mouth firmly closed.

"Don't make this difficult, slut" he orders, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as far it will go. "Open. Your. Mouth!"

I shake my head as much as I can, knowing that every moment I delay by will give time for the arse taste to vanish.

He pulls back his hand and slaps me, hard. I half cry and half moan in response.

As I am waiting for my head to clear he unstraps me quickly, pulls me over to the bed by my hair and makes me lie down on my back, head off the edge of the bed.

"I was going to be nice but now I think you deserve a proper face fucking, you frigid bitch." "Now open your mouth."

His hand reaches forward and pinches and twists my nipple hard.

I do as I am told, and he starts grinding into me. I hate being throat fucked like this, it can leave me with a sore head for days. But combined with clitoral stimulation, the gagging can give me the most intense orgasms.

It doesn't take him long to cum anyway, as he is doing so, he barks out "Hold it in your mouth, bitch."

I do as I am ordered, feeling sick from the taste and the retching and the bile. He gets up, walks over to where the towel is draped, wipes the sweat from his brow and turns to me. "You may swallow, slut"

I do and then get up and start getting ready to leave.

I never did find out how much my arse could take.