Sunny Side Down

I was just laying in bed with my laptop, going through my emails for work. I don't often get to relax at home so I love those moments where I can just lay in bed for a while. Even going through work emails was so much easier when I was just in my nice, comfortable bed. It was good to relax, I was warm and stress-free for the most part. I had just started to get really comfortable when the door to my room suddenly creaks open and I see my Mistress step through the door.

I suppose I should introduce myself a bit first. Hello, my name is Sunny. I'm not all that short but I suppose 5'5" is somewhere in the middle. I've got somewhat of an athletic body figure because I love surfing. The ocean and I are one, I swear. I have long black hair that I usually just let hang down the sides of my face. I get my hair and my natural, caramel skin tone from my Latina blood.

So about the Mistress thing... a few years ago I discovered that I was into kinky stuff. After talking to a few people I met a woman that I swear stepped straight out of one of those erotica novels. She was tall with long black hair and piercing blue eyes. Every time she looked at me I could feel her eyes cut right through me to my soul. I still shiver every time she looks at me.

Anyways, after talking to her for a few weeks I decided to try being her slave. I decided to try being hers specifically because she has so much experience and had so much knowledge to offer me. Well, there is that and the fact that she's incredibly gorgeous. That was a few years ago and maybe I'll write about it another time.

So there she stood in the doorway with that piercing stare that froze me solid. All I could do was stare at her. I still don't know what emotion that glare of hers causes inside of me but it is somewhere between lust and fear. All I know is that when she looks at me like that I would throw myself at her feet naked in front of my friends and family if she wished it.

It took a moment before my eyes left hers, I always get lost in her gaze, but when I did finally unlock my eyes I realized she had a leash in one hand and her "toy bag" in the other. I immediately started wondering what delicious activities she had planned for me as I pushed the laptop out of my way and practically flew out of the bed onto all fours. I quickly crawled over to her feet to kneel, my "slave bells" jingling around my ankles as I approached her.

At her feet, I kneel the way she always trained me to. She was incredible like that, everything she did or expected me to do had some sort of meaning. She would always say, "Head up to show pride in serving me. Eyes down to show humility reflecting your place. Thighs spread to offer yourself to me. Hands behind your back to show you don't resist me." Every time I think that all over, it makes my every fiber tingle. She truly makes me feel owned. The whole time I crawled over to her, she didn't move a single muscle, she just watched me like I was her prey like I was a lamb throwing itself to the wolf as a sacrifice. She knew she possesses me completely.

"How may I serve you, Mistress?" was all I said to her in a quiet voice. That phrase had become so natural to me. When this first started, I couldn't say 'Mistress' without blushing.

She didn't respond to me at all, she just squatted down and clipped the leash to my leather collar. I should probably point out that when at home, I am only allowed to wear my collar and my slave bells; little anklets with bells on them. No other clothing was permitted unless we had company and she allows me to dress but even with the company I'm usually required to be naked unless it's my friends or family.

After she had the leash clipped to me, she leaned forward a bit until her lips nearly touched my ear. I could feel the heat of her cheek radiating against mine and her breath caressing my ear. I was already shivering before she even spoke but when she whispered the words in a heavy tone, butterflies erupted from somewhere in my stomach. She only said two words to get that reaction, "Playtime." That was all she needed to say and she knew it.

She stood abruptly and turned away to walk out the door. I was instantly on my feet and following behind her as she headed for the living room. I had to wonder why we were headed that way instead of towards the playroom but there was no way I was going to ask a question like that when Mistress was clearly serious about play time.

As we enter the living room I see why we're here. There was a group of at least twenty men and women, all naked and all of them sitting around like they were waiting for something... or someone. One glance at the coffee table and I was pretty sure I knew how this was about to go down. Attached to the four corners of the coffee table were Mistress's favorite leather cuffs, waiting for a victim and I'm pretty sure that it was going to be me.

Sure enough, she leads me straight over to the small table and had me get on it on all fours. Thankfully she'd covered it in a yoga mat or the wood panel would be killing my knees in no time. So there I was on my hands and knees on the coffee table with my Mistress attaching the cuffs to my ankles and wrists. She surprised me though when she pulled a rope out of the bag and wrapped it around one of my thighs. She took the ends of the rope and hooked them into my cuffs. Without saying a word she did the same on the other side. Now I was held completely in a "doggie-style" position with no way to move my limbs even an inch.

I expected my Mistress to "set the hounds" on me at this point so I mentally prepared myself to be used by all of these people. However, I was completely thrown off guard when I felt an anal plug being forced into my ass. I let out a quiet groan as the rather large plug entered me and blocked my ass from being used. I had to wonder if she intentionally used just a little bit less lube than she needed for smooth entry. All I could figure is that she didn't want them to use my ass.

"Shut up, repulsive little cunt!" She snapped out the order as if I had just done the most offensive thing in the world and my lips instantly sealed tighter than Fort Knox on lockdown. I knew fun things were planned for the evening, I did not want to miss out just because I couldn't keep myself quiet.

She climbed up onto the coffee table with me and sat on my back like I was her personal bench. She placed a hand on either side of her thighs which put one near my shoulder blades and one on my ass cheek. It took a lot of strength to hold her up, not because she was heavy but because the angles I was tied at made it a bit difficult to put any real strength into my back.

"Some of you already know the rules, some of you don't. Here is how this is going to work," she trailed off for a moment and I heard her rustling through her bag for a moment. Next thing I know, she's slipped a blindfold on me. As I'm about to object, I suddenly hear music. Not a moment later, I feel her putting earbuds in my ear.

I couldn't tell what my Mistress was saying which was both intimidating and thrilling. All I could tell was that she was still sitting on me and that I was going to be used in some way in one of my Mistress's sadistic games that she loves to play. She was always coming up with some new and creative ways to make me squirm and scream.

I suddenly felt a hard slap on my ass and I had to bite back a moan from the stinging pain in my rear. I guess she was emphasizing something because she seems to like to strike me when she talks about me in these situations. Sitting here musing of what the possible game could be, I didn't even really notice her hand around my throat until it was too late and I couldn't breathe through her strangling grip.

I fight the urge to struggle for breath knowing that it will only make her less likely to let me breathe. I sit there with my lungs burning for fresh air and to release all of the carbon dioxides but I hold as still as I possibly can. After waiting a few minutes, my determination is rewarded as her hand slips away from my neck, allowing me to take in a deep breath and try to catch up on oxygen.

As I'm struggling for breath, I feel something rubbing against the already wet folds of my cunt. I couldn't quite tell what it was for sure but I was pretty sure that it was whoever got to use me first. I didn't have to wait long to find out though as they suddenly thrust into me.

They weren't astoundingly large by any means, but they were definitely not going to be gentle. Every time they thrust into me, their hips colliding with mine was practically like being spanked while penetrated and they maintained a rather impressive pace, thrusting in and out of me like they had a time limit which made me wonder if my Mistress set one.

I suddenly felt a whip crack across my shoulder and let out a loud yelp before I could stop myself. I felt the cock withdraw from inside of me, leaving me empty even though I felt as though I were just getting warmed up. I writhed around slightly, hoping the next one wouldn't take long, ready to be used completely.

I didn't have to wait long before I felt the next person in line plunge into me without wasting any time. They didn't even bother to get themselves lubed up at all with my pussy juices which made the entry really rough and caused me to try to moan again but the moment I opened my mouth, there was a dick in my mouth.

Judging from the taste, the person now in my mouth was the one that was the first one to fuck me. I couldn't help but lose myself to the rhythm of their thrusts, they seemed to have figured out the speed at which worked best because they were fucking me on both ends in unison. I always loved when they did that, it allowed both of them to use more force because I couldn't be shoved in either direction. All I could do is moan into the cock filling my throat.

I feel the guy in my mouth thrust forward extra hard and hold himself buried in my throat for a few seconds. Unable to resist at all, I feel the fear growing as he doesn't pull out and my air is running low. Before I panic too much though, I feel him shooting his cum straight down my throat in powerful streams.

As his cock stops twitching in my esophagus I feel another whip crack across my upper body. I try to scream out in reaction but I'm unable to as I the man I had just sucked off was still firmly inserted into my throat, preventing any noise from being released.

When he pulls out of my mouth slowly, I keep sucking on him so that I don't drool everywhere. After a quick swallow and a few breaths to catch back up to the supply that my body requires, I say loudly to my Mistress, "Thank you for whipping me and allowing me to have cum, Mistress."

As I'm talking, I feel the person behind me pull out and someone else takes their place. This time though, it feels different. My first guess is that it is a woman with a strap-on because it has the same cold, soft, plastic feel that many of my Mistress's toys have when she uses them on me. Shortly after I finish speaking, I feel the man that was just behind me forcing his way into my throat just like the one before him.

Much like the previous duo, they got into a rhythm of fucking both of my holes at a pace that allowed them to use as roughly as they like without losing any thrusting power. When the man finished, I got another lashing to my back and again I thanked my Mistress. However, the part that came next was very different.

I fully expected the woman with the strap-on to come face-fuck me until she ran out of time, however that didn't happen. Instead, she put a strange sort of gag on my face and started riding it; I later found out it was a gag that had a phallus on it that she could ride and fuck herself with it.

It was a little strange for me because I've always been good at giving oral to either genitalia so the fact that I was wearing this was very disorienting to me, not to mention humiliating as well since I wasn't even allowed to perform the sexual task but, instead, was just the holder of the toy that had to do the job. It was also a little odd for me to smell them so close and know that they are having their way with me but not taste them or really feel them. While it was strange, at the same time it was really exciting. I was being used and getting no actual stimulation out of it.

At my rear, there was another man there, inserting himself into me and pounding away at my loins like he wanted to rip me in half. I guess the woman in front of me enjoyed how that thrust me forward with the gag because I could practically feel her oozing excitement in the way she twitched and bucked against me like I was the greatest lover she'd ever had.

I felt her shudder and thrust herself against the gag harder and a bit faster a few times then stop with herself firmly pressed against the gag shuddering. I assumed she had just cum on my face even though I had no real way of knowing since her body never actually touched my face and she was apparently not a squirter. That's too bad, it would have been nice to have her cum all over my face.

She took the gag off while and immediately a bit of drool spilled out of my mouth. At this point I had to wonder if the yoga mat was for my knees or so I didn't soak the coffee table with cum, drool, and sweat. After all, Mistress likes to have a clean house. As I try to stop the drool, I keep my mouth open and ready so that my next customer can fill my throat but that never happens.

Instead, I feel a sudden tug on the plug that had been forced into my ass. I moan out slightly as I feel the plug retreat from the depths of my ass and leaves me feeling even more empty now that all of my holes have been vacated. I was left there with no way to see what was happening, nobody touching me to give me any sense of what was happening, and music playing in my ears that prevented me from hearing a single sound near me; I was completely cut off.

As I sit there on the table squirming, I suddenly freeze solid when I feel something push against my ass again. It felt like someone had just pushed two of their fingers into me. After the plug, the two fingers had easily gone in, only the fact that something was going back into my ass is what had me freezing but it wasn't long before two became three though.

I sit there with three fingers in my ass and no other attention but I notice that I'm hearing a noise over the music in earbuds. They must have been making quite a ruckus for me to hear them... it almost sounds like cheering. All I can think is that if people are getting excited, I'm probably going to really love what is about to happen or really, really hate it; regardless of which I could feel the excitement between my legs like a burning desire to be used.

The noise faded back out behind the music and that was when I felt something that immediately had me concerned, I felt the fourth finger enter my ass. Now, I'm not a huge fan of anal but having my ass fucked mercilessly with no care for what I want or desire gets me off every time. Now, I had this fourth finger stretching me to the absolute limit and all I could do was moan out and dig my nails into the mat beneath me to help handle the pain and the pleasure coming from my ass.

As I feel the hand changing positions inside of me, shifting around to form a bit of a point with the four fingers, it suddenly dawned on me why the crowd had been cheering... my Mistress was about to fist me in the ass for the first time. She enough, I felt her hand pushing against me and her fingers delving as deep as I thought they could possibly go. I screamed out at one point because it felt like her hand was going to tear me open. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to go faster and get the initial pain over with or slow down and give me more time to adjust; not like I had any say in the matter.

She withdrew her fingers from my ass for a few moments, during which I felt her pouring my lube onto my ass, presumably because she wasn't done trying to fill me to her wrist. As I thought, her hand was quickly back in place with the four fingers in a point being pushed inside of me. The extra lube helped a bit but I was almost certain that there was no way she was going to get the rest of her hand inside me. I could feel her knuckles at the entrance to my bowels but it seemed like I could stretch no further. However, I was wrong. With a final push from my Mistress and blood-curdling scream from me, I felt the knuckles go in.

She was officially fully inside of me all the way up to her wrist. I could feel her entire hand fill me like the largest dick that anyone had ever stuffed me with. I couldn't tell through my daze if I was loving the pleasure it gave me, loving the psychological appeal that her using me like this had, loving the pain that it created, or what mixture of the three it was that had me so euphoric as I was being used.

I couldn't think clearly anymore at this point. I was a sack of screaming flesh that my Mistress could use and abuse while I simply drooled on myself from both sets of lips, eagerly awaiting both her affection and her abuse as well as the use of any and all she saw fit. I was her whore and we both knew it to our cores, and at this moment it was as apparent as ever that she has no intentions of going easy on me; like I would want her to anyways.

I let out a deep, guttural moan as she started pulling her hand and back and pushing it into me deeper, each time she got a little closer to pulling the knuckles out and a little further onto her wrist when she pushed into me. I was in heaven as I drooled on myself, mumbling my thanks to my Mistress for using me in such a forceful, painful, pleasurable, perfect way.

I could feel myself on the brink of a very, very powerful orgasm and tried to beg for permission from my Mistress. I knew she could hear me as I screamed out and begged at the same time but I had no way of knowing if she was going to give me permission unless she decided to pull at least one of the earbuds out. All I could do was scream out, "Please Mistress, your repulsive cunt is convulsing on the edge of orgasm and begs that you let her cum for you!"

I got no response, just nails suddenly digging into my back and tracing harsh, cruel lines of welts across my skin. All this did was further the need to orgasm and be used more as I squirmed beneath the finger violating the integrity of my flesh. I screamed out again to beg another time and was only met by the scratches once more. I was completely hanging by a thread, barely able to stop my orgasm. I tried a third time, screaming out even louder and begging more desperately to her, "Please Mistress, your pathetic little whore can't control her cunt much longer. Please allow her to give you her orgasm appropriately." Still no response, she just started digging her nails again, tracing over the same welts again and again. It was absolutely maddening not getting any response and knowing how much trouble I would be in if I came without getting permission.

I was about to scream out to beg once more when it suddenly dawned on me, my Mistress wasn't just randomly scratching into my skin, it was another of her cruel games. She was scratching out an order and every time I begged, she was scratching over the same lines every time to give me the same order over and over again. It took a third time of her tracing her nails over the welts but I figured out what she had been tracing into my flesh... three letters carved into the skin of my back, "C", "U", and "M".

Once I actually realized that she was testing me with another of her games, I immediately surrendered into my orgasm, no longer holding myself back and the instant I released it, I lost all coherent trains of thought like the tracks led off of a cliff. I rocked and screamed and thrashed violently from the powerful waves of pleasure that ripped through me. When my Mistress withdrew her hand, the pain and pleasure mixed even further and sent me deeper into the orgasm. I was completely overloaded by the sensations she had given me, my entire brain was completely shut off except the parts that controlled screaming and orgasming. I was completely mentally numbed by the earth-shattering orgasm.