Bad Brat Girl

I suggest reading parts 1-3 before this, but for the impatient, Sarah's Daddy (Duncan) shared her with their friend Catherine for the first time. She'd agreed the plan, but she's a switch and was a right brat before being persuaded -- via a lot of pain and embarrassment -- to obey Cat. Unlike Cat's naturally-submissive husband Jake, who has previously been lent out for Sarah to play with, so she's had to get her head round that. She's now been promised a reward for being a good girl.

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"Aw, aren't they a pretty pair!" Cat spoke to Duncan with her typical enthusiasm. "Adorable. Lovely naked submissive toys!" Her ringlets bounced round her beaming freckled face.

I eyed up Jake, kneeling next to me, who gazed at his Mistress with, I assumed, genuine adoration. I felt rather the same way myself. Just shyer, and without the love. For me, loaned out to Cat for the evening, it was more just knowing I trusted Mistress to do what was best for me.

"Okay, then! Jacob, seeing as I get to play with you any time I want, and we've only got this one for" -- she checked her small gold watch -- "another hour or two, let's enjoy it, eh?"

It? Me. The definition of objectification, I supposed.

"You, girl, on the bed, please. Face up. Mm, don't you look sweet, with those red nipples?" Mistress groped my sore breasts again, her face looking at mine. Cat wasn't turned on by my tits themselves; she's straight. How I responded to her, though -- that was what she liked!

I tensed up, trying not to pout or go 'ow', but it was obvious to everyone that she was causing pain. And I wasn't objecting. Just letting her do what she wanted. I wanted to be a good girl, now. Her good girl.

"Mm. Aren't you cute? Even naked. Just your collar, reminding you you belong to us." She looped a finger and tugged it about, for effect. "I think it's time you got rewarded, because you've managed to be a very good little girl for us. And I know you don't find it easy."

My joy at her words was tempered by knowing rewards could have dark sides.

Probably would.

Almost certainly...

"Here. You've given this to Jake to fuck himself with, before." She passed me a large insertable vibrator. Basically a thick textured cock, purple, with a tail leading to a control unit. "All covered for you! There's lube on the side, there. Kneel up! Show us you fucking it, little slut girl. I bet you're desperate for it!"

She wasn't wrong about me being aching and desperate. Hours of being a naughty slut, and being punished for it, will do that. Though this wasn't the simple pleasure I craved. Pushing a fat lurid dildo in and out of my pussy, while three people watched me, with all their beady eyes? Judging me? A whole different proposition...

I sighed. It wasn't like I had a choice. Not unless I pulled the ripcord and let our entire fantasy, of Mistress and Daddy rewarding me, controlling me, tumble to the ground. Besides, the willing audience was equally culpable, right? Jake was just as slutty as me, Daddy loved to see his dirty girl be dirty, Mistress had given her order.

I lumbered up onto my knees and parted my legs. Reluctantly, I touched the tool to my pussy. I faced the wall in front of me, focusing on the typical bland hotel picture. Abstract flowers, in pastels. The rounded cock end slid across my wet opening, as if I'd instinctively targeted the correct place.

"Go on. Push it in."

I kept staring at the picture. I was trying to convince myself I was doing this just for me, not because Mistress commanded it and was watching, assessing like a sergeant-major. As the thick cock reached an inch or two inside, I let out a breath.

"Look at me." Oh

fuck

. "No, actually. Look at Jake. He's more in front of you."

My eyes flickered left and down. Jake still knelt obediently on the carpet, hands clasped behind him, watching my every move. He'd have a fantastic view of my cunt from down there.

That might explain why he was smiling so much. Once he noticed me looking into his eyes, he licked his lips and smirked. Jake, Mistress's slave, currently my superior, mouthed to me, "Yeah... Fuck yourself..."

Forget that I'd pissed on his face, as ordered, a few minutes ago. Now, I had to submit to him. No.

Obey

. I was submitting to Mistress, lovely Mistress. Jake, I was just obeying, as part of my submission to her.

Right, then. No-one in the room could really think I was any more slutty than they'd already seen, right? Not possible! And god, I wanted so bad to be fucked. My body needed it. I had to fuck myself with this tool.

I pushed the cock deep inside me, groaning as it bottomed out. It felt so right, know what I mean? Nothing beats that filled feeling!

I wanted to lie back and relax with it, but as I sat back onto my haunches, Mistress tutted.

"Nuh-uh! Stay up. Move it up and down, so we can all see it."

It's exhausting being a wee slut, you know? I let the phallus slide out almost all the way, then pushed it back in, squeezing my cunt all round it, loving how I was forcing myself open. I repeated the moves. And again. The springy mattress added bounce to the manoeuvres. My pigtails bounced, too.

"Faster. Harder." Mistress must be right behind me, her breath warming my shoulder. I thought I heard Duncan, my Daddy, breathing hard, probably stroking himself again, but I didn't dare turn to look.

"Jacob. Tell us if our slut girl stops looking at you."

Realising my eyes had been drifting closed, I opened them hurriedly, and blinked.

"I will, Mistress."

"Good boy."

He was always a good boy. But I was being a good girl! I

was

good, submitting, now.

Jake watched me fuck myself. He seemed fascinated. Amused, maybe? No concept of privacy for me, not for a slut. I pushed and pulled at the fake cock, swapping hands for a bit of a break. If I could lie back, then turn the vibe function on, I'd be coming immediately.

As soon as I thought that, I

needed

to come. A small 'Ohhh...' from my throat gave it away.

Jake's eyes narrowed slightly. His grin broadened, liking my reactions. Then he squirmed. His cock was probably starting to feel restrained by the cock cage. Oh dear, how sad, etc. I had zero sympathy. I just needed

more.

Touching my clit, while kneeling up on a shifting bed, was just about possible. Fucking myself with the other hand at the same time? Really wasn't. I tried to sneak in little rubs with my left hand, in between waving that arm wildly for balance.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?"

"No!" I let out a long wail. "Please, Mistress? Please?"

Jake's close-lipped smile widened again. Bastard.

"Left hand: behind you."

I sighed, but obeyed Mistress, hand flat on the back of my waist. This would all be worthwhile eventually. Wouldn't it?

In. Out. In. Out. It was a great ridged toy, fun to fuck, but just not quite enough for what I needed. I let out a shy "Mmm?" noise. Begging, but polite. Would Mistress see it that way?

I heard muttered conversation behind me, confirmed by Jake's eyes turning towards our superiors.

Then a huge hairy hand reached between my feet for the controller. Dunc.

Daddy

. He switched on the vibrations.

"Oh, god... Thank you, Daddy!" I panted with relief.

I tried turning to see how Daddy was enjoying himself, but Cat's stern voice barked at me, "Keep watching Jacob."

Jake's eyes pierced me to my soul. Normally, I'd close my eyes when masturbating. And often at a club, if I was letting Daddy and friends do unspeakable things to me in public. Or when it was me undeniably doing the slutty things, like sucking lots of cock, or putting clamps on myself for all to admire.

It was one thing to know that guys were wanking while watching me -- or women having the same thoughts, just with more outward subtlety -- but I preferred keeping it all abstract, in my head.

Looking at Jake, who certainly would be gripping his cock if there weren't metal in the way, I realised this must be similar to when I'd made him play with himself in front of everyone in the bar at Goddess. Possibly the same toy, even. He'd been horribly self-conscious.

Oh, yes. That smirk! He knew exactly how embarrassed I was, and was loving the turnabout. I felt my cheeks burning. My face, I mean. My arse was equally red, but just sore, in a good way, not hot. With all those lines, showing how I'd taken so many lashes of a whip, and more, showing off my bottom made me proud.

Not

embarrassed.

I focused on the buzzing phallus and how good it felt inside me. I was meant to be filled with cock. Live or plastic, it really didn't matter. This was my purpose in life. Just like Daddy and Mistress said. With Jake as their enforcer. I accepted it: I'm a slut.

I noticed my eyes had dropped down to look at my crotch. I blinked back up to Jake, but too late; he'd spotted it.

He caught Mistress's eye. "She's looking at herself, not me. Keeps doing it..."

The loud sigh behind me was exaggerated. "She still forgets she's serving us, doesn't she? Even when rewarded, she just can't totally forget herself."

"It's a fault," Daddy agreed. "What do you advise?"

As if Daddy didn't have quite enough ideas of his own, to make me his ideal sex toy!

Mistress giggled. "Well, we have plenty of restraints here. I was just thinking we'd tie her down on the bed, apply plenty of... pleasurable sensations. Just stop -- or apply pain! -- if she stops looking at us. Nothing like good edging to reinforce a message!"

Daddy agreed. "And if she gets the hang of it, she comes while gazing into your eyes. Or mine. Or his, even."

"I was thinking, 'and'," Cat said quietly.

"Can she take three or more orgasms, I wonder?"

"You were going to give her a

choice?

" Mistress pretended to be shocked.

"No, no!" Daddy was amused. "Only, please bear in mind she needs to be able to walk tomorrow..." He laughed. "Eh, the hotel's not that far or big if I need to carry her!" He came round to view me from the front. "'She gets terrible sciatica, don't you know...'"

Rather than tell him off for his terrible posh lying, I pulled the dildo out of my pussy and touched it to my clit. The low buzzing was lovely, but not nearly enough to get me off.

Especially when Daddy reached over and switched it off. I whined.

"No complaining," he told me, confiscating the cock. "Now, here's your cuffs again. Jake, do her ankles. Cat, how were you thinking of tying her?"

"Hm. To honest, I like seeing her wriggle and squirm! Cute little thing. How about you attach her wrists to her collar again, and we make a waist belt to tie her ankles up to?"

They pulled me until I stood, all pliant like a shop dummy. Cat ran her fat cotton rope four times round my waist, before making a larks-head and securing it. Throwing me back on the bed, both ends of the rope went up through the loop. They lifted my knees so my feet were up near my hips, then a rope end was run down through each of the metal rings on that ankle.

"Is that too tight?" Mistress was asking Daddy's opinion, not mine.

"Not at all. Her knees are bent almost as far as they go, so there's a little slack. Her feet don't need to touch the bed..." He knotted the ropes, firmly.

I lay on my back, both legs bent so my feet touched above my pelvis, heels or knees bashing if I wasn't careful. My pussy and clit couldn't be more exposed to their gleeful gaze.

And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

"Jake, lift her by the knees a moment." The entire lower half of my body rose, while Daddy shoved a pillow beneath me. It meant my arsehole was on show now, too. Which Jake was ordered to lubricate up again. For penetration later, or just to humiliate me?

It didn't matter. I was a helpless sex toy for them all.

Sometimes I hated being so small and easily manhandled. But it was true that with a bit of submission and instructional pain, Jake regularly ended up in similar positions. Even my Daddy, at home, often submitted to me, no force required. So my size didn't really matter, I supposed.

I looked at each of them, wondering what to expect.

"So, little slut toy. You were loving that cock in you, weren't you? All humming and filling up your big slutty hole?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And all we asked was that you keep looking at my boy while you enjoyed it. Mm?"

"Yes, Mistress..."

"Only you disrespected him! Looking at your own sloppy cunt, instead." She bent over to push her face in front of mine. "Disrespecting

him

is disrespecting

me.

Hm?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress!"

"Oh, you will be," she promised. "Now, we'll try again. You keep looking in my eyes. My boy will push the cock in and out. If you lose eye contact, the cock will stop and your Daddy will... decide what you need."

"'Chastise you as needed', I think is the phrase." God, he was channelling his best boarding-school country-ruling voice! "I've got a metal pin-wheel here, though I may have to resort to a stinging crop..."

"Please, Daddy? Not the crop! Remember the dress I'm wearing tomorrow! Short and sleeveless..."

"Mm-hm." He groped me, squeezing my thighs, buttocks, belly and breasts in his huge hands. "Don't worry. There's plenty of places which your dress will cover. But you just look at your Mistress, and all will be good. Good little girl."

Mistress smirked. "I may say 'stop' just because I feel like it, of course."

"Of course, Mistress," I echoed dully.

"We wouldn't want you to come too soon."

Of course not.

"May I?"

"Yes, Jacob. Fuck her with your big hard cock!" She meant the large vibrator, of course.

I tried to hold Mistress's smug stare. The urge to look at the ceiling was powerful, with its non-judgemental white paint. Or to glance down to see how I looked, my pussy being spread open round this large purple phallus. It was about as big as my arm.

"Stop."

I must have broken my gaze and stared upwards. Probably. The reason didn't really matter, but my cunt was suddenly empty, for some reason.

Daddy sighed. "Look at me." He held the shiny steel pin-wheel. He pressed it into my tummy and rolled a circle of pin-pricks round my navel. "Remember what this feels like?"

"Yes, Daddy." I sounded downcast. Rolling was fine. Flicks of the wheel, especially on the insides of my arms or legs, were vicious. And today my arms were off-limits, so that just left my already-marked reddened inner thighs...

"Back to me," Mistress ordered. "Go."

Jake resumed fucking me slowly, then harder. I glued my eyes to Mistress. I could do this. It felt good. Mistress was good. The buzzing started, then pulled out, then in, then out... So good.

"Stop."

Had I stopped looking at Mistress? I didn't know. I'd been starting to float away with the sensations. Maybe my eyes had shut. The satisfying fullness inside me was gone.

"Dear me." Daddy held one of my breasts in his fist, and dragged the pin-wheel underneath it.

"Go," Mistress ordered. She sounded almost robotic, carefully controlling her own emotions. Horribly like the Red Light/Green Light robot playing Grandmother's Footsteps, in Squid Game. Robotic was fine by me. It was mechanical cock back inside me, pushing deeper, faster, harder, and vibrating more... so close...

"Stop."

I whined.

"You don't want to come already. I mean, I know you do, but we'll make it better, little slut. Help you with discipline, to help you build it up."

The pins scraped under my other breast, nastily, but I just wanted the cock back. Yet again, it had been removed upon the word 'stop'.

"Please... Cock...?"

"Yeah. Little slut. Just wanting cock... Go."

Jake was good, fucking me good and hard, the cock buzzing even more. Mistress smiled. I must be gurning in front of her. What I looked like didn't matter.

She looked down. Then back to me again. Why?

A wet finger touched my clit. "Oh!"

"Stop."

Had I blinked? Or was it just Mistress playing with me? Probably the latter. It didn't matter. It was out of my control. Daddy held my breast up, holding the softness just below where it might feel good. He inflicted a harsh flick, flick, of the pin-wheel.

And then again on the other side. I gasped, but coped. He pinched both nipples, too, reminding me how sensitive they were, especially after their torture earlier. It also reminded me how they were linked to sexual responses from my pelvis.

"Oh, please..." I begged the room in general.

"Go."

Even Mistress's eyes betrayed how much she was smiling, now. Not only was I getting fucked by Jake just how I liked, forceful and deep, but the vibrations were reaching far-off places through my flesh. The bruises and marks across my arse pulsed. The sensation was so good, so good and firm...

When fingertips pressed down my clit, I screamed. With being fucked hard at the same time, it was so good. The tell-tale pulse in my arse told me I was going to come, any time now, yes, I was coming, I was...

"Stop."

I held Mistress's eyes with a glare, clenching my jaw to avoid saying anything I shouldn't. I ignored the scratches on my tummy.

"Good girl. Go."

I held the memory of where my orgasm had got to. Even without a touch to the clit, my cunt was already down with the program. Oh, yeah, yeah!

"Mm?" Mistress was smiling at me, eyebrow raised.

"Thank you Mistress! Oh, God! God! Thank you Miss... tha... tha..." I grew more inarticulate.

"Stop."

"Aww!" Even dejected, I still gazed into her eyes. My knees flopped together. I barely noticed Daddy gripping my inner thighs with his fingers and digging in his nails -- always an easy way to remind me who I belonged to, even when we had no toys to hand. When he let go, I felt it. "Yeah..." That sneaky orgasm crept up on me again, even with my cunt being empty.

"Stop it! I know, we're rewarding you. Don't get too carried away."

My face must be dripping with sweat. "Please, Mistress..." I didn't even know what I was begging for. More orgasms? Fewer?

Jake came over with a magic wand. "Look at him, now."

Oh, I looked! Beautiful grey eyes, brown lashes, smug face, holding a machine from heaven... "So good..."

The vibrations from the wand were wonderful. Just my pussy was so empty. That dildo lay on the bed. Couldn't I have both?

"Need... Fill me..."

Would Daddy fuck me? Probably not, not in front of the others. I'd need untying. Still, I could be filled.

"Please..."

"Doesn't she beg nicely? Why don't you fill her bum again?"

An anal vibrator? Oh, yeah, perfect!

Just the thought triggered another orgasm, immediately halted by Jake removing the wand as Daddy slapped my tits. But I was still on the brink. Remembering standing before these people, showing off my tits and them getting pinched and slapped -- the memory turned me on. Just a tiny bit of help would get me coming again.

Daddy put a latex glove on, before fingering my arsehole and pushing lube in. It made it seem more medical. Easier for him. For me, it made it less immediate a turn-on, though there were those times we'd played dirty doctor...

The inflatable plug was forced into me again. My bum was raised by the pillow; it was easy for him to force the thing into place. So far, I felt nothing.

Daddy squeezed. I felt the first touch of a rubber dick inside. Another squeeze. It was a slender intrusion, plugging my ass. Of course, that wasn't enough. Daddy wanted me to feel my arse forced open wide, reminding me with every heartbeat that I honestly couldn't get any sluttier, both holes filled -- surely they'd want to put something back in my pussy? But would it even be possible, with this big ballooning plug up my bum?

"Let's go again," Mistress ordered. "Look at me, slut girl. Who's my dirty little slut, liking it up the arse?"

I thought it was a rhetorical question, but no. Just as Jake touched the dildo to my pussy again, Mistress called a halt.