Pt. 3 - the Grand Finish

I made my way around the main hall, cum all over me, with an asshole full of it, looking for the new guy. He seemed to have enjoyed watching me get fucked, and I didn't want him to miss out on watching me debase myself fully for the night.

I finally found him just as he was grinding out an orgasm into one of the pussies who were regulars. "Mmm... mind if I eat that cum out of you, babe?" I asked, dropping to my knees in front of her.

"Only if you get me off, cumslut," she drawled. Without further ado, I drilled my tongue into her cunt, lapping up the new guy's cum straight out of her. Once I had cleaned her out, I started sucking on her clit, and running my tongue in circles around it.

I occasionally moved over and sucked on her thighs, before returning to her pussy. I buried my face in her soaking cunt, lapping up her pussy juices, inserting a couple of fingers into her and pumping methodically, working up a rhythm. She started breathing heavily, grabbed my hair, and pressed it into her cunt. I slid a finger from my other hand into her asshole and started fingering her in both holes.

Suddenly, she pushed my head away, madly stroked her clit, and started squirting. I moved back over her cunt and opened my mouth wide, drinking in the tangy, musky liquid.

"Not just a bucket for man cum, I see." She laughed, reaching over and tugging hard at my nipples. "What next?"

"I was actually looking for him." I gestured at the new guy.

She seemed disappointed before brightening up. "You can both fuck me!"

"Not today, darling. Today, I want him to follow me, watch, and learn why I put this collector on my cock."

"What... what do you want me to do?" The new guy stuttered.

"Nothing. Just come with me. I want you to watch. It was quite hot watching your reactions to me being used like a fucktoy. You're still not as jaded as this freak here." I said, pointing at the slut whose squirt I had just guzzled.

"Bit rich coming from you, standing there covered in the cum of a hundred men!" She exclaimed.

"If only it were a hundred men," I sighed. "Merely a dozen or so. Anyway, see you later. Come on, new guy."

"Where are we going?" He asked, still unsure about what I was going to do.

"I am looking for a special someone," I explained, scanning the crowd around the main stage. "Ah, there she is!"

He looked in the direction I was pointing, and his jaw dropped a bit. Madame Veronica had that effect on people.

"Wow!" he breathed out, his eyes locking on to her 34C tits in their leather harness, traveling down her flat stomach before doing a double-take, as, instead of the cunt he was expecting, he saw a beautiful cock, lovely even when soft, hanging between her legs.

"Is that... is she..." he started, trying to process what was happening.

"Go find a seat near the stage. You'll see me soon enough." I said, noticing his dick hardening as his brain caught up with what his eyes were seeing.

After sending him away, I unclipped the fleshlight from my cock. My cum from the night was sloshing in it. I walked up to Madame Veronica, knelt in front of her, leant forward, kissed the toes of her thigh-high boots, and held the collector out in front of me.

"Madame, I have a favor to ask of you. I beg you to grant me it."

"Well? What is it? Spit it out, quick." Madame was always peremptory.

"I have collected my cum through the night. Please feed it to me." I said meekly, head bowed.

A smile flashed across her face. "You are covered in cum. It's all over your face, it's in your hair, on your chest... turn around and bend over. Your asshole looks like that of the cheapest whore at a brothel. I'm sure you have loads of cum in you as well. You clearly have no trouble finding and eating cum. Tell me. Why do you need me to feed it to you?"

Head still bowed, I replied, "because it will be more degrading if you feed me my cum, Madame."

"So you want to be degraded?" She inquired softly, stepping forward a bit.

"No, Madame. I

need

to be humiliated, debased, made to eat my own cum."

She laughed at hearing me proclaim my lust so plainly. "Very well. But I don't do half-measures. You want to be degraded? You want me to treat you like the piece of cocktrash that you are? I'll do so right now. And I'll do it with an audience, so everyone can see what a bitch you are."

I heard her walk over to a side cabinet that held various implements for members to use. She seemed to consider her choices for a little while before returning to where I was still kneeling, with my head bowed.

"Stand up, bitch." She barked at me, and attached a pair of alligator clamps on a chain to my nipples. She then ran another chain from them and attached a cock ring around the base of my cock, and adjusted the leather strap until the clamps were pulling my nipples down. "Now you look like a proper slave." she smiled. She then pulled out a leash. I expected her to attach it to my collar but she instead attached it to the clasp holding together the chains from the clamps and the chains from the cock ring. "Come on, darling. People are waiting." And with that, she started leading me with the leash. Attached as it was to the chains, if I did not keep up with her, the leash would tug on my nipples and cock even harder.

Warm applause rippled as she led me by the leash up the stage. She gestured to me to kneel in the center of the stage.

"Cocks, cunts, and everything in between. This cumrag wants me to feed him his cum. Look at him. He's been going around all night getting sprayed with cum, and still he wants more. Isn't that right, you greedy slut?"

"Yes, mistress," I said, my cock proudly erect.

"Turn around and spread your ass. Look at that asshole, folks! This cockslut must have taken a ton of cocks today to be gaping like that. Did any of those cocks feed you, slut?"

"Yes, mistress. Quite a few of them were kind enough to feed me some cum. Sweet, salty, thick, spunky... I got to eat all kinds tonight."

"And yet, what does this cumbucket want me to do? Look at this collector full of his own cum! He's put it on at the start of the night. He came in wanting this. You know what your name is, bitch? Here... Let me write it on you."

She strode towards me, and I felt her write something with lipstick on my back. "Oh, you can't read it, can you, tramp? Why don't we have the audience read it out? I wrote it large enough."

"Come on, then, folks! What's this bitch's name?"

"Cockslut cumbucket!" I heard them shout and laugh.

"That's right, cockslut. Everyone knows what you are, and what you crave. So, what's your name?" she yanked on the leash.

"Aah! Cockslut cumbucket, Madame" I said, my nipples on fire as the clamps tugged on them.

"That's right. Now, stand up! Go to the posts, spread your legs, and stick out your ass."

I went over to the two waist-high, metal posts bolted to the stage. I placed my palms on their rounded tops, stuck my ass out, and braced myself. I had seen Madame on stage often enough to know what was coming.

I heard the rush of air from the approaching paddle before I felt the hard leather land on my ass with a resounding thwack, as painful as it was loud.

"Aah! Thank you, Madame" I yelped, mindful of my manners around her.

"Yes, you should be thankful. Madame does not bestow favors lightly." She sneered, bringing the paddle repeatedly on my ass, turning it warm and red. "Get used to kneeling. Sitting on a chair is going to be hard for you", she said tauntingly, as I kept thanking her for paddling my ass.

"All right, enough of that," she said, satisfied that my ass was marked to her satisfaction. "Turn around. Well, well, well! Isn't your cock hard? Clearly you like your ass warm. Let's see how much of a painslut you really are, shall we?"

With that, she picked up a short whip from the rack and walked towards me with a wicked glint in her eye. "How badly do you want your cum?" she crooned, running the tip of the whip down my cock. She stepped back and brought the whip down in a quick swing on to the top of my erect cock.

"Aargh! Fuck, fuck, fuck" I cried, electric jolts of pain running up my cock. "Oh shit, of fuck!"

"Forgotten your manners already, slut?" She said menacingly, bringing the whip down again on my cock. "Oooh! Thank you, Madame. I'm sorry, Madame. I want you to feed me my cum. Please, Madame!"

"That's better. Just for that, you will count ten strokes of this whip. If you miss even one, we'll start from the beginning. Got it?"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Madame! I will not disappoint you again!" I pleaded.

"One! Two! Ooh... Three! Aah.... Four!" Each time, she expertly hit only my cock with the whip, sometimes the head, sometimes the shaft. By the sixth hit, my legs were trembling, and I was moaning with pain and pleasure.

"Stand up, straight, whore!" She snapped, curling the whip around so that the tip hit my balls, tight against the cock ring. Fire went up my nuts.

"I'm sorry, mistress! Eight! Nine! Ten!"

"It seems you enjoyed that. You're leaking." she said, wiping up some precum from my dick and giving it to me to lick off. I greedily lapped it off her finger, giddily awaiting when she would dump all my cum in my mouth.

"You may sink to your knees now, cockslut." She said, mercifully. My ass was still stinging from the paddling, and my cock and balls were aching for release. But release, I knew, was still some time away.

She walked towards me, with an exaggerated sway to her hips. Whipping me and hear me cry had turned her on, and her erect cock was her vanguard.

"Let's start feeding you cum then." She used her 7-inch cock as a spatula knife and scraped the cum off my face. "Well, go on. Eat cum." She commanded, offering her dick sideways to me, a board of other people's cum. Without hesitation, unsure of when she might jerk her cock away, I started lapping up the cum on her dick. I started at the bottom, near her balls, and started licking up. She started to turn, and when she was right in front of me, she drove her cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, and gagging me. She held the sides of my head, arched her hips forward, and started thrusting into my mouth, yet never letting the cock come out of my mouth. Finally, she pulled out, satisfied that her cock was clean.

"Asshole, now!" She said, sharply. Immediately, I turned around, lowered my head to the ground, stuck my butt in the air, and spread my cheeks wide.

"This whore ass has so much cum in it. What is the point of sticking my dick in there? She grumbled. She worked her fingers into my willing hole, first two, then three, then she fit her pinky in as well, and started fucking me using her flat hand. "Hmm... Still not enough stretch. She brought her fingers together and started working her thumb in as well.

"Aaoo" I squealed, my voice breaking a bit, as her hand slid inside and she curled her fingers. This was definitely a lot of stretch. The fullness threatened to make me cum just from her fist being in my ass, and then she started playing with my prostate. "Madame, can I cum? Please!" I begged her! Immediately, she withdrew her fist from my ass, and I felt a flogger land on my back. "No!" She snapped.

She brought up the hand that had been fisting me. There was cum on it from my ass. "Clean that. Make it spotless." I stretched my neck forwards, and using my tongue, went over every part of her fist, into every gap between her fingers, licking up every drop of cum that was there. "Good, she said" slapping my face.

"Back on your heels, cumbucket." She smiled and got the collector with my cum from the night. "Oh, thank you, Madame." I said, excited at the approaching climax. She stood in front of me, dipped her cock in the collector, swirled it around, and brought it out, dripping my cum. "You better not let a single drop hit the floor, slut." I immediately took her entire cock in my mouth, and slurped up it as if it were a particularly delicious candy cane.

"Open your mouth", she commanded, squeezing my balls, and poured all my cum into my mouth. I had let off numerous bursts throughout the night, and it was not a little amount that she now filled me with. "Do not swallow yet!"

"Rock back on your shoulders, knees by your head, ass in the air. Mouth open, don't you dare spill any cum." She stood over me, and then lowered herself slowly, and ceremonially impaled my ass with her cock. As she fucked me with precise, hard, thrusts, she started jacking off my cock, keeping it pointed at my mouth.

"You may cum into your own mouth, cumwhore." She allowed. Within a few minutes of her fucking me in this position, I felt the familiar squeeze in my balls, and then a release, a gush of my cum went shooting into my mouth, and then, as my cock jerked, more spurts went on my face.

"Keep your mouth open, slut!" She yelled and pulled out of my ass. Standing right over my face, she let off jets of thick, trans, cum. It was strong, musky, sweet, delicious, and it was all in my mouth.

"Now you may swallow." I exultantly swallowed all the cum I had. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to show that I had swallowed every last drop. Hoots and claps broke out among the audience. I bent down, kissed Madame's boots again, and gingerly climbed off the stage.

After giving back the clamps and ring, I went to find the new guy. He was sitting on one of the sofas right by the stage, so he must have gotten a great look at my humiliation. He looked dazed, and from the cum around his cock, and on his thighs, he must have been jerking his cock throughout. I sank into a chair opposite him, wincing, my ass still sore from the paddling, and started wiping my cum off my face and licking it up.

"Is every night like this here?" he let off weakly.

"Pretty much. My eyes wandered down to the cum on him. "If you don't mind, I'll just clean that up, eh? No point letting good cum go to waste..." I said, as I dropped to my knees and licked him clean.

"Well, I'll be off then. Remember, keep an open mind, and you'd be amazed at the levels of pleasure you can find here. Be a good slut, then." I grinned, and went off to wash up, get dressed, and get something to eat.