In the morning, I could tell that Suky was not her usual perky self. She had consumed several glasses of wine the night before, and was really feeling the effects the next day. I got out of bed before her and went to make her coffee. After a couple of cups she started to feel a little better, so I offered to make her breakfast in bed.
"That sounds wonderful, baby," she said appreciatively. "I need to relax this morning."
Suky reclined on her pillows and checked out the pictures from last night, while I made breakfast. I could hear her phone blowing up with texts from her friends and she was more than happy to share them with me, when I refilled her coffee.
"They are all so excited about the fun show I orchestrated," she said excitedly. "They can't believe how much control I had over you, and they all thought it was really hot. In fact, the consensus of opinion is that they would all orgasm a dozen times a day if they had such a submissive man."
I felt pride swell within me, as I knew I had performed admirably for Suky and her friends. For her part, Suky hadn't really given it much thought, it had just slowly evolved. I was submissive from the day that we first met, but it had taken her more time to allow her dominant nature to emerge. Now, it really excited her to see me on my knees with my face between her legs, while she worked on the computer. Or to watch me give her a foot massage in my pink silk boxers. Or to watch me jerk off on her feet after ten days of no release, and then submissively lick them clean.
Suky was getting wet as she exchanged text messages with her friends, and she continued to look at the pictures from last night. Finally they moved to a group text, and it became a lot more suggestive among the four of them. Joy was especially intrigued about how far Suky could push me, and as she kept giving new suggestions of ways to fuck with me, they fed off each other.
"Send us some photos," Rim texted.
I flashed Suky a look of concern, which she quickly wiped from my face, with her stern reproach.
"Cabana boy hates that idea," Suky said with a giggle. "I will pick out the best one and send it to you guys."
All the girls thought it was really hot that she would override my objections, and Suky began to feel a certain amount of pride in her cabana boy.
"This one, baby?" she asked innocently, knowing that my reaction was unimportant to her.
As much as I hated the idea of Suky sending sexually explicit and humiliating photos of me to her friends, I hated this picture more. It was just horrible, a depiction of the control Suky had, and wielded, over me.
Although the photo was beautifully composed, encapsulating as it did my abject misery as Suky had just allowed Amanda to fuck my ass, the fine details were the most damning. And, knowing the discretion showed by the typical teenager of today, this picture was destined for the internet. Suky had made no attempt to blur my face, even though she had the "FaceOff" app already installed on her iPhone.
In this particular photo, which had been taken from the side, I was on my knees with Amanda behind me. She had just withdrawn her latex strap-on dildo from my ass, had given the fake nuts that hung beneath it a healthy squeeze, and had thrown her head back, as if the huge rope of cum shooting from her phallus was giving her immense pleasure.
My face, viewed from the side, as I attempted to look back over my shoulder, was a mixture of shock and disgust. Also, it appeared as if I was struggling to breathe, attested to by the fact that my mouth was wide open, gasping for some life-sustaining oxygen. Amanda had her fist wrapped around my dog leash, pulling it taut as she unloaded her fake nuts onto my back.
I pride myself on having a certain level of technological savvy, and as soon as I saw the image, I knew it wasn't taken on an iPhone. The resolution was too clear, appearing to be 4K at first glance, the details too minute to have been taken on something other than an expensive camera. My heart sank as I pondered who had snapped this photo, and where it was bound for distribution.
My eyes scanned the photo for additional clues of my debasement. My cock was mostly obscured by my arms, as I supported my weight in the doggy-style position, but I could see the tip of it, blood-engorged, distended from my week-long chastity, dripping seminal fluid as my nuts expelled the final traces of my load. There were several drops of my semen on my pillow, a stark reminder that it needed washing again.
As my eyes ran over my shoulders and down my back, I saw a large glob of semen running down my spine, evidence that the impressive rope of come that was suspended in mid-air by the lighting-fast shutter speed, was not the first of Amanda's several ejaculations. It was to the rope that was hanging in mid-air though, that my eyes returned.
As an avid viewer of porn, at least prior to meeting Suky, I was no stranger to cum-shots, photographed in all their glory. However, this particular rope of cum was notable for several reasons. Firstly, its height and trajectory, arching several inches above my upturned ass-cheeks, as it continued to gain altitude, was a clear indicator that it had been expelled with considerable force. Amanda's ejaculating latex dildo, as with all of the new crop of realistic "spurting penises" erupted with much more force than any man's cock. Coupled with the ability of the large fake nuts to hold a voluminous measure of synthetic semen, this made for an impressive cum-shot, and this photo had captured it perfectly.
The milky white fluid arched in a thick unbroken line, all the way back to the tip of Amanda's phallus, from which it was expelled with considerable force. It was snaking through the air, intent on soaking whatever got in its path, which, at this point in the journey, appeared to be the back of my head.
I looked at Suky, pleading her with my eyes to show some discretion, but she had already moved on to the next photo.
"Breakfast?" she inquired casually, reminding me what my purpose was this morning.
Suky continued to engage her friends in the group chat, and after several minutes of suggestive texting, she was aroused and could feel her panties were damp. She got on top of the covers, and spread her legs slightly, so that I would notice that she was wet.
A few moments later, I came back into the bedroom with an elaborate breakfast spread. It was beautifully arranged on a bed-tray, capped with a red rose in a small vase. I placed the bed-tray over her legs, but she motioned for me to move it next to her instead, so I did as she asked without hesitation. Once I had placed it in her desired position, she spread her legs a little further apart and patted the bed between them. I knew exactly what she wanted, and I knelt passively between her legs in my silk boxers. I was erect as always, and had been obviously been leaking again, but Suky didn't blame me.
She had put me through the ringer last night, for the amusement of her girlfriends. It had been about a week since I had last come, and she had broken me in front of everyone. I had begged her for release and as she reflected on my torment, Suky could feel herself leaking into her panties. It got her so hot to torture me sexually.
Suky spread her legs further apart, and gave me a very innocent smile.