Thinly Veiled Self Indulgence

Don't mind me, just writing through some sexual frustration. 

BDSM, Bondage, Exhibitionism, Impact Play, Degradation  

The click of the metal sent absolute chills down my spine. But the rest of me quickly heated up in a fiery frenzy as she tugged on the now secured leash. I'd been blindfolded and had a ball gag strapped on only moments before. My chest was buzzing at what was to come next. I’d been teased relentlessly for days by my partners. Not allowed to touch myself, denied orgasms, plugged for hours at a time, building up a tidal wave of the most intensely burning fucklust I had ever experienced. I wanted…no, I needed release. I yearned to be used until I could barely think. The urge to be nothing more than a fuckhole passed around. Whatever they were planning, it was utterly sadistic to keep me so on edge like this for so long. It’s not like I didn’t love every second of it. I absolutely did. But I was ready to pop, in more ways than one.

One of my girlfriends tugged on my leash again. Causing me to moan through my gag. “Oh sweetie, you look so beautiful like this.” She giggled as I felt the other end of the leather tether trace down my stomach.

I twitched in response. My body was reacting in ways I didn’t even realize it could. My tongue, idly licking the rubber ball that was secured in my mouth. I tried to respond to her, but the sounds only came out as muffled nonsense.

“Aww, you’re so cute when you try to speak. Don’t worry dear, you won’t need to bother with words for a while.” I could hear the grin on her face. “Come, come sweet girl. You’ve got work to do.”

With a firm tug on my collar, I was led shakily down the hall. My body being the shaky part. I had no idea where we were going, but I had an idea of what was in store. Considering I was wearing nothing but a skirt, thigh highs and my cutest shoes. I apparently didn’t need my hands either, since they were bound behind my back. It was exhilarating.

I wasn’t sure how far we’d actually gone, but I was soon placed on my knees and told to stay. Fuck, why was being commanded to do things so hot? There was something about being told what to do, and obeying like a needy fucking bottom. I was already leaking from the sheer act of being restrained. My core short out signals to every nerve. I was ready to please her. I wanted it more than anything else. Until…

The shuffling around me caused me to perk up. Slight whispers and the sounds of clothes being removed. My heartbeat began to race as I realized what was going on.

“Do you think she’s figured it out yet?” A familiar voice said.

A giggle came from behind me, “Well if she hasn’t yet, she will soon. Isn’t that right my pet?” My other girlfriend said while tugging at my hair.

My thighs began to quiver in anticipation, the drool leaking from under my gag, my hips thrusting every so slightly. The entire world faded away as I felt the touch of multiple people. The fingers tracing my body, the slight smacks to my breasts and thighs. My ass gripped by one hand, while my aching cock stroked with another. It was absolute bliss. Being felt up, fondled and groped by so many people at once. I could just make out the voices and whispers of my partners and a few good friends. All of whom were taking great pleasure in watching me squirm, moan and struggle against my bindings.

Nails being raked down my back, lips wrapping around my nipples, teeth sinking into my thighs and neck. Words were already lost to me. The only thing I could do was salivate, hold on, and enjoy the ride. A roller coaster of ecstasy. My body no longer my own, but an interactive display. In the spotlight, for all to see, touch, feel, taste, use. The only thing keeping me from collapsing was the joint effort of everyone involved. Hands were everywhere, their voices ringing out in satisfaction as they found new places to explore, new noises they could get from me. It was like being wrapped up nicely under the christmas tree, and all your friends wanting to play with their new toy.

“You think that’s impressive?” One of my partners said. “Watch this.”

All hands, mouths, and body parts left me momentarily. I wrestled against my wrist bindings, almost thrashing at the deprivation of glorious bliss. I craved it, relished it, I needed it.

That is, until lightning struck across my back in the form of leather strips. The pain signals taking a split second to register. I let out a scream of pleasure through my gag. Just before receiving another firm strike.

“Oh fuck!” My friend laughed. “She’s shaking. Let me try.”

The weight of a heeled boot pressed firmly against my back. “Down girl” She ordered as I felt the sting of the stiletto heel grind into me.

Moaning, I obeyed and laid down, my ass in the air, awaiting my next task. The cold, unforgiving leather grazed my ass. She toyed with my cheeks before making sharp contact. I lurched forward, my backside tensing up, and my masochistic self wanting more. I bucked my hips back, presenting my ass for more.

“God, she must really get off on this huh?” She said with utter delight. “I knew you were a slut, but I had no idea how much a whore you are.”

The giggles and slight laughter from the group of girls around me only increased my need. But I kept my position.

My obedience was rewarded with spankings, swats, and smacks. They all took turns painting my ass red, alternating with a flogger and riding crop. I was nothing more than a drooling mess on the floor. Whining, and whimpering with every strike. Every now and then a sweet, soft hand would caress my ass, my thighs, and my head. All before counting out more.

My body was bruised, so many wondrous marks left on me. I wanted to see them all, to feel joy knowing that I was their canvas on which they painted their masterpiece. But it wasn’t over yet.

A yank on my leash pulled me upright on my knees. My body was no longer my own, it was theirs. I was their plaything. And I loved every fucking second of it.

“We’re not done with you yet slut.” One of them whispered in my ear.

She unfastened my gag and let it fall to the floor with a satisfying bounce. Simultaneously I gasped deeply as I felt a generous amount of lube being applied to my ass.

“Are you ready to be our personal fucktoy?” My girlfriend asked.

An attempt at words was muddled by my own lack of ability to form them, as well as the drool still dripping from my mouth. So I simply nodded in agreement.

“Good girl.” She said.

How such simple words could induce such a sensation in me, I’ll never know. All I knew at the moment was that I would do anything for release. Anything to be used and to finally, orgasm how I’d dreamt about for what felt like years at that point.

I felt the tip of someone meet my hole, a firm grip on my hips, and a slow, easing inside of me. I’d been pent up for days. Teased, edged, degraded, felt up, spanked, and now had hit almost every kink on my list in one go. So naturally, as soon as they had fully entered me. I moaned and came all over myself, my skirt, and the floor.

“Oh my.” My friend said in a condescending tone. “So pathetic. Was that all it really took to get you to cum?” She laughed.

I’d finally gotten some relief. But I was far from done. I still wanted more. The waves of ecstasy overtook me as I began to bounce up and down on her cock. Signaling that I was still a fucktoy for them to use.

“Good slut.” She said before pushing me back down. My chin resting in a puddle of my own ejaculate on the floor.

She had thrusted into me only a few more times before I felt more hands take control of my body. The grip on my hair as my head was lifted up and my mouth promptly filled. The radiating sensations encompassed my entire being as someone took me in their mouth. I had officially cleared my mind, as no thoughts could last more than a few fleeting seconds as I was so thoroughly used and fucked in every capacity they could think of. Time no longer mattered, the only thing I could do was hold on and try my best to please them.

I could no longer tell anyone's voices apart. There was no way of knowing who was doing what. But it didn’t matter. I was in sheer, ungodly decadent states of arousal and pleasure. I lost count of the times I had cum, the times they had swapped holes, and traded places. All I knew was that I was the centerpiece of their desire. Each thrust only made me moan louder, which gave them the want to fuck me harder. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

I’d been practically shaking non-stop for who knows how long when they finally pulled out my fuckholes. I collapsed to the floor, unable to move more than a few inches. My hands were untied, the collar taken off, and the blindfold lifted. Everything was so bright. I had to squint to be able to make out the silhouette of my girlfriend.

“Hey there pretty girl.” She whispered softly. “Did you have fun?” She asked as her hand caressed my cheek.

Still catching my breath I nodded, and flashed the biggest smile I could muster.

“Let’s get you someplace comfy and warm.”

I was assisted in standing by my girlfriends and friends and very shakily led to the living room where there was a huge pile of plushies, pillows and blankets laid out. I happily fell onto them as I was greeted with the biggest cuddle puddle consisting of my three best friends and my two partners.

None of them were stingy with pets, hugs, kisses and affirmations as I slowly regained my ability to use my words. Never before had I been so engrossed in love, affection and desire. My biggest fantasy had been fulfilled, and holy fuck was I filled.