Two Halves of Me

I came out of the bedroom and walked down the short hallway of this tiny house into the bathroom. The paint on the walls of this shabby place was peeling and the old worn carpet had a strong scent of animal pee. I was feeling completely exhausted and knowing I had to go back to the bedroom totally trapped. I was granted a small reprieve to use the bathroom but I have been made to pee upon myself before. Leaning on the vanity with both hands placed on the edge I looked into the mirror and saw the reflection of redemption.

My long blonde hair all ruffled with bruising around my neck already showing its mark. My make-up was a complete mess with my dark red lippy smeared all over my face and I could see cum splatter all through my hair creating these large messy clumps.

My breasts showing through my ripped and torn black top as it hung in complete tatters showing the redness of my sensitive sore nipples and the whelp marks across my soft white bussom. I couldn't touch my breasts because of how bruised and painfully sore they were and all I could feel was this deep numbness and tingling sensation in my near bleeding nipples that seem to run deep.

Looking further down I could see my trimmed natural blonde pussy covered in globs of thick cum and it looked so red and swollen from all the pounding I endured from the men who had used those obscenely large dildos upon my body.

I reached down putting my fingers inbetween my trembling legs and I could feel this thick warm coating of cum between my inner thighs. My legs quivered and my body shook from the coldness of the bathroom or perhaps it was the shock of coming so hard only moments before. I was barely able to stand and for some reason felt a little light headed but I was feeling extremely proud of myself.

I could feel the excess cum dripping from my gaping swollen pussy down between the soft flesh of my bound inner thighs. The thick black leather straps still affixed around the soft tissue of my inner thighs where the large buckles were purposely pinching my skin. I had gone numb to the pain of the buckles pinching my soft skin but I could hear in the silence the sound of cum dripping from my pussy upon the tiled floor.

I could still feel the pain and anticipated fear of the thick leather whips that struck the tender vulnerable flesh between my legs when I was strapped down and spread legged upon the bed. The calls of the men who were in that room with me to punish my whorish pussy and of their glee when I feverishly struggled then in sheer terror cried out loudly at the inevitableness of each strike against my tender swelling flesh.

Like a lightning strike I felt the sudden harsh sting of the leather whip strike my pussy. My legs held wide apart by the strength of the men around me and assisted by the ropes looped through the rings attached to my bindings.

I pulled hard against the leather straps that wrapped around my wrists to try and escape but those restraints affixed to the large heavy bed posts were far too sturdy to even notice any attempt of success.

I wailed begging for this to stop but like every other time before my panicked begging only lengthened the duration of my punishment.

It was my extreme vulnerability that excited these men. My stubborn determination to fight against them that made them want more. Like they were trying to break in a wild horse the struggle between myself and this room full of men was an endless cycle.

Any stubbornness had been ripped from my mind and replaced with this meekness of welcome submissiveness. I invited the cramming of anything and everything into my every hole all at once as this pleased the men and was what made it all so worthwhile for them.

There were so many times I feverishly begged hubby to let me climax but each time I was sternly refused. With my legs shaking and my entire body convulsing I would collasp incapable of controlling my own natural impulses and riding right on the edge of climax that’s when I would feel the sharpness of the leather whip strike my pussy lips and clitoris again and again to discourage my body of its selfishness to serve my own satisfaction.

Do I do this intentionally? Or, is it just my nature? Or, am I the victim of a sadisticly minded Master who takes great pleasure in seeing me suffer?

I would like to think that I am the victim of an uncaring monster but the truth is that I love being enslaved by my Master to be the obliging whore he wants me to be and I willingly accept any punishment that he sees appropriate for my misconduct.

It is because of this reason that I subject myself to these things and relish in the excitement of the unknown each and every time.

When hubby took me to his friends place that night I could hear the voice inside my head warning me of my impending punishment but I chose to ignore the warnings until it was too late for me to avoid it.

There was no blindfold to shield me from the anticipation of the pain but instead I was made to endure the slow shocking reality of what I knew would be coming my way.

I could see myself in the old table side mirror looking like an angel. My beautiful long blonde hair upon my face making me look like I was trying to hide from myself. My gorgeously shaped body that excites so many men like a magnet for controling sexual monsters and the way my ass cheeks slide so perfectly into the folds of my protruding pussy mound looking like I am begging for sex even when I'm not.

I felt like I was possessed and all these men were trying to rid me of my demons but they were really the demons in disguise as men tormenting my angelic looking body.

I had given myself to hubby this night to be used for his enjoyment and his enjoyment is sometimes to see me suffer the humiliation of being used by every single one of his friends.

Like a reward for their loyal friendship he gives me to them to be used as they please and most of them are pleased to use me as their own submissive slave slut. Hubby will watch as his friends devour his wife or sometimes he will leave me in the bedroom unattended, restrained and tethered to a bed head as a gift at a weekend gathering of bearded boozers.

On this night his taste was for them to use me all at once turning my body into a piece of fuck meat and enjoyed watching his friends use me in their usual callous detached ways.

I was made to kneel on the mattress. My wrists bound together and tied off to the bed head. My ass high in the air, my legs spread wide and my swollen holes ready with a mass of men cramming in together behind me to fuck my pussy and ass.

I was then down on my elbows and knees clenching my teeth and with a grimacing scream could feel them fucking my pussy from behind with this enormous horse sized dildo. It felt like it was tearing my pussy in two and the more pain I was in and the louder I kept howling from the discomfort the more boisterously determined they were to get this whole thing inside my gaping stretched sloppiness.

I thought it would be easy because a whole heap of men had already come deep inside my pussy hole and all the goodies and booze weren't of any help either. The atmosphere in the room was of heightened excitement as hubbys red neck friends were trying to ram this the whole way inside me.

I could feel it tearing away at my pussy as they kept pushing it into my body from behind with everyone taking a turn to try and hubby was with me telling me to relax.

I couldn't think anymore, I couldn't feel anymore and I just accepted myself as I am as I relaxed and this thing slid all the way inside my pussy.

I could hear their voices but everything seemed a million miles away as if I wasn't really there anymore but I was there.

Covered in cum and completely exhausted being fucked by a bunch of sadisticly minded individuals who together are one mass of many.

Flaying about on my stomach and knees with my pussy high in the air I could see the massive length and girth of this thing in the reflection of the mirror being so forcefully rammed inside me from behind I couldn't believe it was actually my body that was taking the full length and girth of this thing.

I lasted almost two hours but then had to use my safe word and although hubby wasn't happy with that he was still very pleased with my effort and praised me for my endurance.

This is one side of me...