I was waiting rather impatiently in position on the bed, still really confused about the night before and how I ended up back here. He spread pictures around my head on the bed when He came in. “It sure does look like my little slut had fun last night.” There were pictures of me taken from outside, showing me pushed up against the window, completely naked. Oh my god, I don’t remember that, and if He had pictures, who else would have seen? “Oh, my lil slut, you saw this morning only a little bit of the footage I have from last night. Maybe one of these days, I’ll show you everything I could capture from inside and outside the room.” My face turned red. “Did my slut make the trespasser cum?”
“I don’t remember, Sir.”
He told me to take my thong off and lie on my back on the bed. He handed me the Ben Wa balls and told me to put them into my pussy. I pushed the first ball all the way into my pussy; then the other one in until all you could see was the small string hanging out. Then he told me to get up and return to position, with my legs spread a little.
“I asked you if you made your trespasser cum, and you didn’t remember. How disappointing is it for an Owner not to have a slut make someone cum.” What, I thought to myself, and then WHACK. “Your face was red thinking about who might have seen your sluttiness last night; well, your ass is about to match that redness for not making him cum. You will count out loud for each smack. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I wouldn’t lose count if I were you.”
Whack… “one.”
Whack… “two.”
Whack… “three.”
Whack… “four.”
Whack… “five.”
Whack… “six.”
With each hit of the paddle, the balls inside me were bouncing around. He had so much force behind each paddle crack that I either kicked up a leg or moved my upper body off the bed. “That’s it; I'll just have to make it so can’t move since you can’t stay still for your punishment.”
He took my left ankle and tied it to the leg of the bed. He spread my legs and tied my right ankle to the other leg of the bed. He then tied each wrist to the sides of the bed. I couldn’t move; I was attached to the bed. He said, "Now we will start over.” All I could think was, oh shit, and I don’t know how many times He is planning to use the paddle on me.
Whack… “Count Slut.”
“one.”
Whack… “two.”
Whack… “three.”
Whack… “four.”
Whack… “five.”
Whack… “six.”
Whack… “seven.”
Whack… “eight.”
Whack… “nine.”
Whack…whimpering “ten.”
Whack… “eleven.”
Whack… “twelve.”
Whack… “thirteen.”
Whack… “fourteen.”
Whack… “fifteen.”
Whack… “sixteen.”
Whack… whimpering “seventeen.”
Whack… whimpering “eighteen.”
Whack… whimpering “nineteen.”
Whack… whimpering “twenty.”
Then he stopped. He rubbed His hand over my sore ass. No more need to count slut. I felt relieved. Then, in almost a rhythmic pattern, He used the flogger on the right cheek, left cheek, up the middle from the bottom to hit my pussy. He continued to repeat that pattern. “Mmm, nice and red… just as it should be.”
He untied me. He told me to put my thong back on, go to the bathroom to wipe my face, and then return. When I returned, he handed me a low-cut V-neck t-shirt. He told me that a friend of His needed a place to stay. He told me to put the shirt on, and we would go downstairs so I could meet him. I put the shirt on, which didn’t even cover my ass, and then just looked at Him. “Yes, that is all you are getting extra to wear to meet him, and you should be grateful for that.”
We walked down the stairs; a man was sitting on the couch. Oh god, how much has he already heard? He kept talking to his friend and didn't even introduce me; I just stood there. I did hear Him call His friend Brian.
Brian sat on the couch, and He sat in the chair. He looked at me, then at the floor. So I kneeled down on the floor by His feet.
He said “Brian, you can stay as long as you need. My house is your house, and you have access to anything in it. You look stressed, my friend. How about a beer?”
Brian said, “yeah, a lot has been going on, and a beer would be great.”
Sir looked at me, and I got up and grabbed two beers. When I brought them back, I was told to sit by Brian. So I sat by Brian's feet.
He then asked Brian if he thought I could help with his stress. Then he said, "Go ahead, Brian, whatever will help. What's mine is yours.” I just looked at Sir, confused.
Brian grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his crotch, rubbing my face against it. “Pull it out,” he said to me. I undid his belt, unbuckled his jeans, and pulled his cock out of his boxers. “Open wide slut.” I opened my mouth, and he used my hair to pull my mouth entirely onto his cock. “Look at me.” He held me down on his cock, my eyes watering. I looked up at him. “Mmm, yes, gag on it slut.” He still held me on it and then pulled me completely off his cock by my hair. My eyes were all watery, drool running down my chin. He continued to move me by pulling my hair and pulling me up until I was straddling his lap.
Once I was straddling his lap, he took my t-shirt off. “Mmm, much better.” He poured some beer on my left tit, licked it up, and then took a playful bite. He did the same thing with the right tit, except the bite was less playful and left a mark. He took another sip of his beer and then told me to ride his cock. I started to get off him so I could take my thong off, but he wouldn't let me get off him. He instead pulled my thong to the side and pushed his cock inside me, and said: “Now ride.” I rode up and down on his cock as told. He continued drinking his beer and talking to Sir as if I wasn't even there.
All of a sudden, he grabbed my hips, pulling me down as he stood up. He was going deeper inside me. Then Sir came behind me, pushing me forward so my tits were smack in Brian's face. Brian started biting them, which made me scream. The more I screamed, the faster and deeper his thrusts came, until he exploded inside me. Once Brian was finished, he pushed me off of him to the floor and told me to clean him up. I licked and sucked his cock until it was clean. Then I just sat on the floor.
Sir told me to get up and strip since He now needed to wash my clothes. I stood in the middle of the living room, took off my clothes and handed them to Him, including the T-shirt, and remained there naked.
Sir told Brian that the guest room was set for him to stay and that he could take his new toy to use for the night, then said, "Just let me know if you need anything else.”
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