Denial Slut Learns to Cuc

I focused hard on Sir's cock as I felt it hardening in my mouth. The new Friday night routine wasn't so new anymore, and it had certainly added a sadistic touch to our relationship. I'd go to any length, even the most humiliating, to receive any praise from Sir; all I wanted was to please him the way Blair could. I'd get home from work and before I even had the chance to get into my collar, it was my immediate task to get Sir hard for her. He wanted to be ready to enjoy every limited minute he had with her superior cunt, ass, and mouth. Knowing that I didn't even get to bring him to that pleasurable climax really hurt. I know he received pleasure from my emotional suffering as I doubted my value to him, and so I encouraged him to continue with her despite my unending need to serve and be of use to him.

Sir grabbed the back of my head and shoved himself balls deep into my throat. I struggled to not gag. Gagging never went unpunished even though it made him harder. I felt my eyes tearing up as I pleaded for air with my eyes, grabbing onto him for dear life, just hoping he'd show some mercy. He pulled back, waited about three seconds, then went right back in. Repeating this process was usually the way he finally became his hardest. It was as if abusing me was the source of his arousal more so than the physical sensations. On the sixth thrust into my poor poor throat, I failed to hold back the gag and I knew he was done with me for now.

"Go kneel at the door and wait. I'll be upstairs." He sounded like he was so ready to make me hurt. He only used that tone when he had sadistic plans. My pussy twitched.

"Yes Sir, of course." Miss would arrive shortly, and I would greet her and show her upstairs to Sir's new playroom. I always joked about wanting the house with a white picket fence and a dungeon in the basement. Well, we don't have a picket fence yet, but I wasn't too set on that part of the dream.

When Miss walked in, she bent down and greeted me with a soft kiss on the forehead and whispered, "We've been planning tonight for some time now, girl. I hope you're ready." She then walked up the steps as I crawled behind her, thoroughly distracted by her shapely legs and noticing the muscles as she moved in her knee-high leather boots. I could see up her skirt to her perfectly round ass and the thong that did nothing to hide it.

While Sir and Miss said their hellos, I shut the door and faced it. I assumed the position Sir had recently taught me. He has been teaching me Gorean slave positions to help me maintain my proper slave mindset while I spent time waiting for him and Miss to have any use for me, if they even would. While they enjoyed their "greeting fuck," as he so deemed it, I was to assume the she-sleen position, sometimes called humble or all-fours. I was to face away from them so I couldn't even watch him enjoying his release. I faced the door, fell to my hands and knees, put my face's left cheek to the floor, spread my knees wide, and thrust my ass high for Sir and Miss to view as they wished. Finally my arms extended straight forward above my head. I very quickly understood why it is called humble after I got in the position the very first time. It's degrading, reminds me thoroughly of my place in our triad, and exposes me, making me feel ever so vulnerable. And vulnerable I was.

I listened for about fifteen minutes while my two Dominants enjoyed a satisfying fuck. It certainly sounded as if they both came hard. I ached to be just touched, let alone to receive even a chance at an orgasm.

"Stand up, slut." I rushed to my feet to meet Sir's demands. I remained facing the door. I felt her nails scrape down the exposed flesh of my back. I shivered. Sir instructed Miss to bind me. I already knew what I was to be bound to. We had just acquired a St. Andrew's cross from a fellow kinkster friend who no longer had use for it. Sir had bartered some of his leather-crafting skills in exchange for the wooden structure. I'd both dreaded and welcomed the idea of being restrained against it.

I did not, however, expect to be bound facing it. All four limbs were spread and secured with metal cuffs, locked with keys that went back to Sir's neckchain. I felt the blindfold slide across my face and every nerve ending in my body came to attention. Sir's callused hand brushed against my cheek. I breathed a sigh of relief. Any touch from him reassures me so. He asked if I wanted his dick. "Oh Sir, please please use my holes for your pleasure. Please allow me to show you I can please you. Oh please Sir." My hopes were rising quickly. I heard him walk away and felt his absence even more than before.

I allowed my head to hang forward between the cross as I awaited my fate, hearing my controllers making out. I felt something brush against the crack of my ass then cold dripping down of lubricant. He was going to fuck my ass and even allow me to enjoy it with lube! I was so pleased!

I felt a gigantic cock slide slowly into my ass, impaling me, paralyzing me against the cross. This was not Sir's cock. This was in fact the biggest cock I had ever felt, especially in that hole. Miss didn't take her time shoving her silicone member inside my tight unused asshole. I grimaced at the pain, but also felt myself dripping down between my quivering thighs.

In, out. In, out. In, out. "Wait." It was Sir's coarse voice. In. All the way. Miss held it so tightly. Sir came over and began to enter Miss' pussy. "See, ladies, I can fuck both of you at the same time. This is beautiful. One of you will cum over and over around my throbbing cock while the other begs and pleads and cries for the same." He began fucking Miss good and hard. I could feel the movement, but it only made it clearer what I didn't get to have. It was such exquisite cruelty. I could hear his breathing and knew he was in an animalistic headspace and no mercy would come my way tonight.

"Blair, continue." I can't even put in words the amalgamation of all the sensations I felt. I felt the pain of my ass being fucked by a mammoth strap-on dildo, the denial of orgasm for an intensely long period of time combined with consistent and severe teasing, the humiliation of being nothing but a set of holes for Sir's and Miss' use and abuse, the shame of not being adequate for Sir, the sensory deprivation of facing away with the blindfold, and the forbidding control of the bonds around my wrists and ankles. I was in submissive heaven. Sir must have given Miss that sublime relief six or seven times while my whines and whimpers turned to moans, tears and ultimately screams. I was forced to clean off Miss' cock, but not Sir's. She enjoyed that and brought him to his fourth explosion of the evening. I was required to watch that one, and seeing me fight back tears pushed him over into his bliss.

What a privileged slut I am.