Vanessas Submission

This is my first time writing any prose since school so please bear with me. Any help with syntax, grammar, etc will be accepted. The story is a true account of a recent meeting after a long term correspondence, although a few minor details may be changed.

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I am a 55 year old, married accountant. We have one son who has now grown and flown. I stand at 5 '5'' tall, a little overweight, size 14, 36C (D in some shops), mousey brown hair, which is quite short, and grey eyes, so no supermodel. I do love my husband but in recent years the spark has gone from our love life, mainly due to severe ED. Because of this I started reading erotica online and soon began a regular chat with another reader. His name was Etienne, a name that conjured such romantic visions.

He is now 59, divorced, and liked many of the same stories I was reading. We started chatting about Domination ands submission and soon he started setting me little tasks. No knickers days progressed to no underwear days, then onto only stockings and suspenders. Next he had me masturbating at work, in the toilets and then at my desk. From there things started to get more daring. Going into work at weekends and getting me to strip to just stockings and heels and walk around the building so attired before returning to my office where I would use a dildo or, on occasion, dildoes to get myself off. He would tell me he was watching from an adjacent building!

Next he got me wearing a jewelled butt plug. It got to the point I was wearing it all the time. He told me it sparkled in the sun when I flashed my bum. During our chats he was suggesting stories for me to read. These tended to be in the non-consensual, forced, blackmailed spectrum with a good dose of humiliation and group sex thrown in along with some BDSM and D/s themes.

I admit, when reading these I liked to cast myself as the "victim" and without fail I would get off to them. He then had me progress to self spanking and self bondage including nipple clamps. This was mainly in the office on a weekend, but on a few occasions at home while my husband was away. New tasks included nude drives in the evening and at night. Also naked, except stockings, walks on the Moors and woodlands. These walks evolved to include self spanking and masturbation sessions.

During our chats he was 'Master' and I was always 'slut'. I even referred to myself as such. We got to talking about setting up a meeting where he would dominate and use me as his submissive slut. We talked about various scenarios and situations. He told me I needed to go to the more risky of my safe spaces as this was my chance to live out the fantasy. He was daring me and I couldn't resist. To make it more realistic he had me send him some explicit photos of myself that he would pretend to send to my husband if I was not compliant.

The very thought of meeting was enough to get me soaking. A date was set and Master booked a hotel (Travelodge) room. We chose the date because my husband would be away for football.

I received a message at midday:

Slut

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Today is the day. You are to be shaven from the neck down. You are to make sure you are clean. Your makeup is to be understatedly slutty. As discussed, you will wear the black 1/4 cup bra, with matching thong, charcoal grey stockings and suspender belt to match the thong. Shoes, black patent 4" heels. No other clothing except a coat. You are to wear your butt plug. Meet me in the bar promptly at 4pm.

Master

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At 3:50pm I parked in the car park and, after waiting to gather my thoughts, I made my way to the bar. I was very conscious that it was a mild afternoon and I was wearing virtually nothing under a mid thigh length raincoat. In the bar I saw Master. He was immaculately dressed in a dark blue suit, crisp white shirt and purple tie. He was sitting at a table talking to two men. When he saw me he waved me over to him.

"Hello slut, I was just telling these gentlemen about my plans for you."

I just replied, " Hello Master, thank you."

The men complimented Master on "his slut" and wished him, not me I noticed, an enjoyable time. A couple of glasses of Merlot appeared and he informed me we would go to the room soon. This was my very last chance to back out. He said that after this time the blackmail was real if I 'bottled it!' He then recited to me my husband's email address and I froze.

I replied, "Master this slut understands and wishes to proceed." I was nearly wetting myself with excitement and a little fear.

We made our way to the hotel room on the first floor. Once inside the room he said, "Okay slut, the coat comes off. Give it to me." I slipped it off and handed him the coat which he folded and put it in a suitcase. He had a wicked grin on his face as he ran his eyes over my body.

"On your knees slut," he barked.

I quickly dropped to the floor, knees apart, back straight, hands clasped behind my neck.

He reached down and pinched my nipples. I was super turned on. Turning away he went to a bag on the bed and returned with nipple clamps each with a little bell on. These he attached and had me jiggle my boobs to make the bells ring.

"Face down, arse up slut." I lowered my head to the floor, arms stretched out in front of me. From behind me I heard, "You really do have a glorious arse slut." "Thank you Master," I replied. His fingers were tracing the crotch of my knickers. "You're soaking slut.". I mumbled, "Slut is sorry sir, she is very aroused." At this point he was tapping on my butt plug.

"Right, you are going to put on a show for my 'friends'." I had such butterflies in my stomach but replied, "Yes Master, your slut will obey." He handed me a dildo and told me to attach it to the window at a height I could back on to.

Below the window were a couple of lads from the university skateboarding, and on the bank, in some bushes opposite the window, were the men from the bar, no more than ten yards away.

"Do it bitch, this is a sign of your submission to me, your willingness to obey, your desire to be used as a fuck-toy." His words had me flooding as I told him, "I am a fucktoy, a slut to be used as you wish." He was chuckling as, pulling my knickers to the side, I backed onto the dildo. It felt so good, filling me up until my arse cheeks pressed against the cool glass of the window.

"Good slut. Now fuck it," he intoned. Slowly, at first, but building up speed I was rocking backwards and forwards so that just head of dildo was in me then sliding all the way back in me as I rocked back until my arse was pressed to the glass. The bells on my nipples tinkled as my boobs swayed.

After a short while he moved and was stood next to me, he had undressed. It was the first time I had seen his cock for real. He was not huge at seven inches long and a decent girth but better than average. He offered his cock up too my lips, "suck it my slutty milf."

I opened my mouth and took his manhood between my lips. It was less of a blow job and more a face fuck, in a display of his dominance. Master reached over and placed the tip of a vibrator against the base of the butt plug. I came almost instantly. It was like an electric shock running up my spine. The vibrations also transferring to the dildo in my pussy. I felt so naughty, deliciously so. Arse plugged, pussy stuffed, and a hot cock in my mouth and a private audience not 30 feet away. My nipples were throbbing and I was experiencing multiple mini orgasms.

Maybe five minutes later Master informed me that my audience had grown; the skateboarders had noticed what was happening. I think, absurdly, I blushed.

Moving me from the window I was to assume the position of doggy style, my arse facing the door only this time my knickers were off and he placed a sleep mask over my eyes. "Don't move slut," he said as he circled around me. "I have to pop out for a couple of moments. Stay fuck-pig".

I heard the door open and close. And then I was alone. A myriad of thoughts rushing through my head. Should I run away? Was I stupid? Why was I so massively horny? I hoped I was pleasing him, I wanted to prove I could be the slut we had chatted about for him, but equally for me.

It seemed an age I was knelt in darkness, I could hear the skateboarding, and doors opening and closing outside in the corridor. Then, the door opened and I heard Masters voice, "Good slut". I also heard "Nice arse," and "pretty pussy."

Master was not alone. "My friends are here to help me use you fuck-pig. Don't let me down." This was followed by a swift slap to each cheek of my arse. "Your slut......". Another slap to my bum.

"You are to refer to yourself as fucktoy or fuckpig unless otherwise instructed."

"Fuckpig understands Master. Fuck-pig obeys Master. Please use me like you want. Punish me and abuse me."

I heard all three laugh and one of the men spoke, I recognised the voice from the bar earlier. "You have a good body for an old slut. Nice tits, arse, and cunt. You have cock sucking lips." I was almost creaming at his words. He continued, " All holes will be used and you will be punished; we will send you home used up. Do you understand piggy?"

"Fuck-pig understands and will please Master and Sirs. Use me as your toy."

Suddenly a ball gag was forced into my mouth and I was told a short punishment would commence. Spanks were soon raining down on both arse cheeks; I think I counted 25 each cheek. I heard a swish, and was told it was a horse crop. I was a little frightened but it was no more painful than the hand spanks. I calculated afterwards that each of them had given me 14 stokes. Five to each cheek, one on each boob, one to the butt plug and one on my pussy. The pussy was a shock!

My arse was burning, but it was a sexy feeling, my boobs stung, I was literally dripping I was so turned on. There was something so exciting about not being able to see.

The third man spoke, "you're going to start by entertaining us with your mouth and hands." I think I mumbled a quick "yes sir."

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The gag was removed and they manoeuvred me so that I was forced, still on my knees, to straddle a plastic box on which the dildo had been mounted. I was made to lower myself on to it. My hands were guided to a cock on each side and the third was placed at my lips. I was soon bouncing on the dildo, and trying to synchronise wanking and sucking. From touch I could tell one of the men was same size as Master and other a bit smaller. The were all super hard.

Every two minutes or so they would swap, they were mauling my boobs, flicking the clamps, and egging me on with taunts and insults. "Ride it piggy," "suck it bitch," "shake those milf tits." They were telling me my arse looked great in the mirror, and my hungry pussy looked great full of plastic cock. My calculation is that this lasted about twenty minutes .

I think I came a further two times, at least.

I heard Master say, "time for a spitroast." I was led to the bed, and put on my hands and knees. A cock entered me from behind, and another found my open mouth. I was getting seesawed between the two, my bells ringing. My bum was getting spanked regularly. Every three or so minutes the call of "change," was heard. The cock from my pussy would move to my mouth and a new one was behind me. Although they were just using me as a sex object it was highly erotic, and empowering in a way for me. These men were hard for me, they wanted my body for their pleasure.

I was flipped over onto my back, head hanging off the edge of the bed. A cock was fed into my mouth and down my throat until the balls were squished on my forehead. They started to fuck my throat. Lucky for me I had practiced deep throat on my dildo at home. Again, another was soon fucking my pussy as well. The routine of regularly swapping continued until they had each had three goes. Sometimes my legs were up in the air, other times my knees were drawn up on my chest.

Master whispered to me, "time for you to be nasty slut," I replied "yes Master, I am your fuck-pig."

He said I needed to rim them, and he would let me see what I was doing. The blindfold was removed and I saw three grinning faces. " You will spend ten minutes on each arsehole."

One of the men lowered his arse towards me, "spread my cheeks piggy, and get your tongue working." Next thing I'm kissing his ring, licking along his crack, poking my tongue into his arsehole, and at times licking and sucking his balls. It was demeaning, humiliating, and so very exciting. I felt so slutty, but also proud of my submission. Master and the other man were taking turns fucking me and using a vibrator against the butt plug.

There were plenty of comments, "suck his starfish," "fuck the shithole with your slut tongue." "Kiss ass bitch."

This was repeated with each of them. They were laughing at my eagerness to please, calling me a "good slut." At some point I heard one of the men ask Master if he wanted to sell me. Luckily he just laughed.

When I had tongue bathed each of them we all had a break and a drink. The two men went out for a smoke and Master told me I was doing well. I did feel rather proud of myself.

When they returned one of them said to Master, "it's all sorted." This was a worry but I knew better than to question the meaning.

The nipple clamps were remove. My nipples felt like they were exploding as the blood returned to them. They were laugh at me rubbing them and cursing as they came back to life.

"Okay slut! On the bed, face down, legs apart. Time to use that final hole."

Anal was not new to me but in recent years had been very infrequent. I felt the plug being removed and then very cold lube being dribbled onto my arse, then worked into my back passage. Then Master was rubbing his cock up and down my arse crack. "Ask for it slut, beg for me to use your arse."

"Master, please use your toys tight hole, fuck my arse, make me your butt toy," I pleaded.

He chuckled, "as you wish slut."

I could feel the pressure as he forced his was into me, my ring stretching. And then he was in. He felt so big. Slowly at first he started fucking me. After a minute or two he pulled me up onto my hands and knees. "She's tighter than a drum guys, you are going to love this hole."

A cock slapped me in the face and I took it into my mouth. After a short time Master pulled out and the guy I was sucking took his place, his friend taking his place in my mouth. My arse was getting spanked again, nipples tugged. This was a deep, hard, arse fuck. Once again they swapped, and I realised the cock now in my mouth, Masters, had been in my arse mere minutes earlier. They continued their round robin making me have my first, and second, orgasms from anal. They told me my bum looked magnificent framed by my stockings and suspenders.

"Time you were airtight fuck-toy." I was positioned straddling one cock, leaning forward to get another in my arse, and the third one in my mouth. I felt so full, and I felt full on slut. I was thinking 'I bet none of my friends has done this.'

The men got into a rhythm, it was delicious. Two cocks rubbing together felt fantastic. These men hard just for me. I felt like a goddess, albeit a slutty one.

The cock in my mouth laid down next to me, I had to move over to it, then the cock from my arse was in my mouth and pussy to arse.

They were praising me for going ATM. Telling Master he had a great slut, that he could make money from me. I felt proud at being thought a great slut at my age.

Things started speeding up after they had each had each hole. The two guys favouring my arse, fucking it like power pistons, no mercy. Calling me a "nasty anal slut" and a "arse slut made to be butt fucked." They both shot their loads in my tightest hole then plugged it inside. Master fucked my pussy, telling me to squeeze him. I actually felt him cumming in me.

He then turned to the guys, "send the text". To me he said, "You have one more task slut. The skater boys took some photos of you. My guys spotted them and they will delete them when you've done what's next."

I then had to straddle the dildo on the box, my back to the door. As the door opened I heard some "yeah", "nice", and "phwoar" type comments.

Master introduced them as Josh, Adam, and Lee, aged 20, 20, and 19. I realised I am actually just about old enough to be their grandmother. Master said to them, "boys, this is my slut, feel free to touch her, she will pleasure you with her mouth and hands" and then "slut introduce yourself to our guests."

I was slowly riding the dildo, "l am Masters fuck-pig fuck-toy, I obey his command. Use my mouth."

The boys were dropping their trousers, each sporting an erect cock, again in the six or seven inch range. Master was telling them to get close and soon hands were cupping and squeezing my boobs, rubbing my clit. And then I had a cock in my mouth and one in each hand. They each had my mouth then one of them pushed in front of me wanking furiously. Master called, "open your mouth slut," which I did.

The first spurt hit me squarely on the bridge of my nose, the second on my left cheek and eye. Third was in my mouth as was fourth, he the flicked more on my face. The next two followed in the same fashion. There was a lot of cum, my face was covered completely and I had it in my hair and on my boobs. I had actually managed to cum myself riding the dildo.

Master told me, "gargle their cum pig, then swallow your prize." As I was gargling bubbles were forming, much to the amusement of all of them. It took two gulps to get the spunk down.

"Thank the young gentleman fuck-pig."

"Fuck-pig thanks the young Sirs for allowing her to suck their cocks and for giving her their cum."

Josh, I think, said to Master that any time he needed help In the future he could message him. The boys then left the room laughing after telling Master the pictures were deleted.

I felt such a total slut, I was humiliated but proud of myself, pleased I had not let Master, and myself, down. I was proud that these men, and boys, had found me so attractive that they had used me for over three hours.

The men and Master were talking about me as the cum was drying on me. The guys were asking if a repeat could be arranged, or if they could borrow me for a party. Master told them he would be in touch. They were saying a cum walk should complete the day. He agreed but said they had to leave first so that it didn't look too suspicious. Before they left I had to kiss their cocks again and thank them for using me.

"You are a good fuck-pig, I hope I we get to use your holes again soon. Now go home to your husband with cum in all your slut holes."

Mention of my husband did cause me a pang of guilt.

When we were alone Master told me he was pleased with me, I had not let him down. That gave me a warm feeling inside.

For the 'cum-walk' I was allowed to clear my eyes. Coat back on but left undone. I was to leave it like that until we left the lift. Master said that if we met anyone I should turn around and walk back towards him. He also said he would arrange a proper cum-walk in the future. I made it back to my car with no incident.

When I got home I realised that when I had been blindfolded anything could have been happening, and anyone could have been there. It was such an exciting thought.

Soaking in the bath I decided that I needed to trust Master. And I was still horny! I do hope Master sets up another day.