By Saras P
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In her tight black mini-dress and black spike-heeled pumps, she looked fantastic. I was Sara’s slave the minute she walked in the door to my hotel room. I fell to my knees and she spit on my face, called me “faggot” then gave me two hard kicks to the nuts. These were full on kicks with direct contact. Even though I was on my knees, I fell over, the pain was so intense. But that was just the start. She had brought what she calls her “Dungeon in a Bag” for real time hotel room sessions. Every BDSM implement or accoutrement that would fit in a large travel bag was at her disposal. She cuffed me and told me to bow down and kiss her heels. I obliged. The ball kicks and her absolute “I am in charge” attitude sent me spiraling into subspace.
She told me I needed to be broken, that servitude and devotion was not enough. She told me she was going to bust my balls with more kicks than I had ever endured before. And call me the most depraved names while doing so, in order to completely faggotize me. By the number 20, I was sobbing with my face on the carpet. These were vicious hard kicks making bulls eye contact to my balls. Several more times, I fell with my face back on the carpet, me panting – sweating – sobbing, the pain excruciating. But then back up again to take more. “Get back up you pussy. Can’t you take the pain? You’re such a disappointment as a slave.” She admonished me. At the end, my face was on the carpet and I was sobbing and panting for almost 5 minutes, it had been so intense. This was absolute cruelty of a type I have never experienced with any Domme. She had told me she was going to turn me into a completely enslaved Cock Zombie, BobbleHeaded BlowJob Bimbo, Meat Sword Swallowing Moron and even more demeaning forced bi epithets had spilled from her pretty lips.
She had given me no safe word. She told me that I needed to be pushed further than ever before and the only way to do this was that there would be no safe word, no limits. Could this be the person I would call on Niteflirt who I considered to be my friendly confidante? How could she do such a thing to me? And her verbal humiliation about me not being able to take it, to take the pain, what a disappointment I was to her, cut me to the core. I wished she would just reject me as a slave, take all the money in my wallet and leave. But I was too enslaved to say no or stop, I didn’t know how it was beyond the totality of my BDSM experiences.
Next, she had me get on the bed, at first, she said to fuck me, but then she smiled, and at her whim, she set up the dildo in the face dildo harness for her to ride me. So, instead that was strapped to my face. She rode it relentlessly for about 15 minutes. She orgasmed twice and when she finished, she took off the harness and had me suck her juices off the dildo. It pleased her to see me suck it off. She said that that it was a reward to have her pussy close to my face, to taste her. That I didn’t deserve this, that I should have cock instead. She asked me if I wanted to cum. I immediately blurted out, “Yes!” This was the wrong answer, she said I didn’t deserve it yet. And when I would cum, I’d have to eat it. Dispose of it, she told me very firmly. And that I’d have to prove that I deserved an orgasm by sucking cock. I assumed she meant her strap-on. But she made no move to set up the dildo in the strap-on harness. She kept checking her cell phone for text messages. I assumed that she might take a photo of me to text to her girlfriends for extra humiliation and degradation. Then after checking her text messages, she said that instead of sucking cock, I should be fucked. Again, I assumed by her strap-on. I felt the ache inside me, for her to take me this way, from behind, on my back, whatever she decided was best to break me.
Instead, she said she was going to fuck my true pussy. And she removed a box of ear swabs from her Dungeon in a Bag, took a swab and spit on it. She fucked my cockhead deep, fast and hard. If this has never happened to you, cockhead fucking results in very intense pain that lingers even after the Q tip type swab is removed. I rolled around and struggled in agony, my hands still cuffed behind my back. This went on for about 10 minutes, since she seemed to enjoy my struggles and pain. Finally, after several minutes of sobbing and tears streaming down my face, I began to beg her for mercy and to stop. She said there would be no mercy and she would stop when she felt I had been fucked long and hard enough.
After she finished cockhead fucking me, she said it was time to ruin my O. She unlocked and removed by cuffs. I had the most painful experience of the night as I stroked and my cum weakly spurted out into the condom she had slid over my cock. I was again bent over on the floor in intense pain. It is hard to describe how much it hurt as the semen burned as it made contact with my sore penis. She removed the condom with my pathetic sperm in the reservoir tip and then put the whole condom in my mouth and told me to chew on it like “bubble cum”. She said you don’t need to eat the condom, but you do need to enjoy the bubble cum. She cuffed me back up. I was not ready for this. What?
Do you know how, as a man, after you orgasm, you lose all desire for anything kinky? I was at that point. I wanted to spit out the cum-filled condom. I was no longer in subspace or slave mode. Sara was happily texting. I assumed to advise all of her girlfriends about what she had just done to break me. And I did feel broken, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Then there was a knock at the hotel room door. Had she texted Room Service? Maid Service? She opened the door, since I was still cuffed. I feared being seen, naked, cuffed, a condom in my mouth. In walked a man. I felt powerless, defeated. broken. I knew it wasn’t over. I felt myself falling again. Falling into subspace. I knew she was going to force me to suck his cock. That breaking me was just the beginning. That she was going to move me past that point that men reach after they orgasm. That I was going to be shown the way of being a true slave. That I would have to do anything she wanted or commanded whenever she ordered me to do so. She was rubbing the man’s crotch bulge and smiling, she unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his cock. She told me to spit out the condom. She said, “Good boi. Good faggot. Now suck cock for me.”
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