Friday, November 4, 2011

Sexual Objectification

I was sitting at my laptop when Daddy busted into my room informing me that I would be servicing his friends today. I was instantly nervous because this had been something we had been discussing lately, but I did not actually think Daddy would go through with it. Daddy could tell I was nervous, but I know he wasn't going to let me back down. He pulled me up from the bed by putting his large hand around my neck.

Then Daddy took out scissors and began cutting my clothing off in very quick movements. He stuck my paci in my mouth to alieviate my nervousness and put me in the right mindset. He kicked my ankles apart and slipped a collar around my neck. Daddy hooked a leash onto my collar and put his hand on my shoulder pushing me down, making me drop to my knees.

"Crawl, whore," was all that Daddy said.

I was nervous, trembling with fear and anticipation. I crawled over to Daddy's room, right before we went through the curtain to go into his bedroom, he placed a blindfold over my eyes. I wasn't even going to have the privledge of seeing the people I would service. I had no idea who was there or how many people would be there. In my mind, I imagined several men standing around with their cocks out ready to use me like the dirty whore I am.

I could hear Daddy taking off his belt, unzipping his pants, and I knew it would be time to service him. He took my paci out and stuck his cock in my mouth. I could feel it getting harder, as I sucked and bobbed him into an erection. He grabbed up my leash and lead me over to the bed where he told me to get up.

I got up on the bed, and he began tying me into the hogtied position. While Daddy was tying me up, I felt fingers probing my holes and spreading my already dripping pussy lips. The fingers were cold, as in these are no emotion or passion in the fingers. They were stoic. This was not about me. I wanted to cum then and there.
"The whore will do," the cold voice said.

A body moved in-front of me. The body smelled really good, very sweet. I wondered what type of cologne this man was wearing. I felt something hit my lips. It was phallus shaped. I took the cock in my mouth, and I tasted silicone in my mouth. For a moment, I thought it was a condom when I realized it was a strap-on. There was a woman in-front of me!

She grabbed my hair and began shoving and gagging me down her cock, while the fingers in back proved some more, and I felt Daddy lubing up my ass. This made me shiver because anal was new to me, but I was going to be a good whore and take it.

The lubing and probing stopped. The woman in-front of me got up off the bed and went behind me. She slowly pushed her cock into my ass, feeling like I was being spread apart so wide, moaning and groaning, wanting to cum but no one was giving me permission. I was just an objects, and objects don't feel much of anything, especially pleasure. It was agony. It was driving me deeper and deeper to subspace, a sweet and painful place.

The woman slowly pushed her cock into my ass until it was all the way in, where she stopped for a moment. Someone began caning my ass and back side side while the woman slowly went and out, gradually picking up the pace. She fucked me like this for who knows how long, while the other people beat my backside. It did not take long for the tears to come.

It did not take much longer for my ass to be opened very wide and for my cunt to be dripping all over the bed. Then there was a cock rubbing all over my face, all in my tears. I cried more. Then a hand, my Daddy's hand, reached in between my legs. Daddy began rubbing my little clit in a very stroking manner. He was trying to calm me down.

It worked. I stopped crying as much. After all, they did not want me to melt so quickly. They still had plans for me. Every gesture was like this, all about them. Even though some of it appeared that they gave a damn about me, I knew I was just their whore right now.

The woman stopped fucking my ass and disconnected the dildo from her harness, leaving the dildo shoved up my ass. That's when the guy rubbing his cock in my tears moved from the front of me to the back of me, put a condom on and began slowly but firmly pumping in and out of my dripping cunt. The woman came to the front of me and buried my face in her soft velvet pussy. I began sucking, licking, kissing while the man behind me pumped in and out good and hard, hitting and bruising my cervix. I wanted to cry and sob in pain, as he grabed and smacked the welts on my back.

I could not moan or groan because I had to service the pretty pussy in-front of my face. I just had to take it. I was their object, their whore. It didn't matter what I wanted. I'm not sure how much time passed, but the woman in-front of me and the man behind me came simotaniously. It was hot. I felt full of cum already, but I knew I hadn't got Daddy off yet.

I felt Daddy spread my cheeks apart, and his cock press into me, my favorite cock. This was the cock I enjoyed worshipping. Daddy grabbed my hips and then my breasts as he thrust deeper and deeper into me. Eventually, he exploded inside me while he was pulling my hair and getting as deep as anyone could.
Daddy pulled out and began taking off my rope. I wanted to cry. This was signifying the end of the scene, and I still hadn't cum. After Daddy was done with taking off the rope, he reached in between my legs and jammed two fingers up me.

"Cum", Daddy said.

I squirted all over the place, just gushing and crying. I was screaming, "thank you, Daddy", as I was cumming. Then Daddy got up, through a towel at me, and said "clean yourself up."