An evening at the martinet sm which turns out terribly intense. My master and I are delighted, this morning we have just received our new package containing the sm swift with wide straps of spartacus. I can’t wait to try this instrument of torture, um I feel like I’m going to cum like a big slut.
I know that in the evening we are invited to a BDSM party, I am delighted in advance, I feel that I am going to be the thing of all these beautiful people and that we will be able to immediately test this new sm-swift.
I have to be the most desirable for this evening, I choose the most suitable outfit from my special wardrobe, and it will be a pretty black vinyl body with my taboo thigh-high boots with very pointed heels. Of course, I will not wear panties underneath it will be easier for my master. And to sublimate my face, I will wear my lace wolf. My master is delighted with my choice of dress, and put some accessories in a leather bag to spice up the evening which promises to be hot and exciting. I see him slip the famous sm-swift into his bag, handcuffs and an anal speculum.
We finally leave, we arrive in a mansion decorated in Baroque style, we can hardly see anything, the lighting is almost zero, a few chandeliers placed on dusty furniture, there are a few heads and dicks that I recognize, by dint of going to these places, I’m starting to have an eye, they too have spotted me. I see couples in the corners, I hear the cries of some submissive or submissive. I can make out the thongs of whips or swifts, falling on naked bodies. The organizer promised us an extraordinary evening, but I had no idea how intense the evening would be. I had never experienced this before.
My Master found some acquaintances and we settled in a place a little away from other couples. I am ordered to get on all fours, and as I do not comply quickly enough, I am pulled by the hair. It’s very painful, I don’t say anything it’s part of the game, I know if I scream they will all pounce on me like prey. I let myself be like a submissive that I am. I find myself in a room, my eyes have trouble finding a little light, I see a lot of men but I can’t make out the number, they are all hooded, I can only see their eyes, I lose my master, and suddenly I realize that he is sitting on an armchair watching the others take care of my ass.
They put me on all fours on the ground and my master takes out of his leather bag swift sm chosen for the occasion and leather handcuffs as they intend to tie me to a beam fixed to the ground.
These handcuffs squeeze me so tight that I no longer feel my blood in my hands, and these men are beating down on me, they take turns whipping me, I see they take their feet. The snap is muffled, and the ensuing burn is biting, their rods get bigger every time they whip me, my bottom is red, the snap is light and dull, and I’m burning. The thongs of the martinet sm slapped on my buttocks and the blows became stronger and stronger.
One of them puts himself in front of me and pushes his member down his throat, I want to vomit so much he pushes it deep into me, and this stranger unloads his cum in my mouth, he wants me to swallow it, I refuse then he unties me and he forces me to suck all the men who are in the room … My pussy is dripping with envy, the excitement is too pervasive.
I do it I have no choice, my master smiles, I must have cum all over me, I have to lap up like a bitch all these hot liquids before being again hung on my wooden beam.
Paradoxically, I am very excited, being attached, at the mercy of all these men. My master gets up, and sodomizes me bluntly in front of all these horny males, I cum hard, I feel his penis getting fucked harder and harder and faster, my hole is dilated, they could all knock me down, I ask that this, tonight, I am their thing they use me like a doll. I arch my back, more and more, to call for punishment, I feel a cold object in my washer, I think my master has released a rectal speculum, it sinks easily. My Master begins to spread more and more and I feel my anus open to become a gaping hole. In the room there are a lot of peeping guests, I must not disappoint anyone, they are there for me and I know it, I am the queen tonight in this mansion.
Each in turn, they put themselves around me and my master, I have to expect the worst, the first stroke of the swift sm starts me up because I was not expecting it, and then follows a series of caresses and the stinging blows. My Master plays with the handle of this sm swift, to push it into my anus, I feel that my muscles tighten and do not relax, I have so much pain in my buttocks, and my asshole, elsewhere I have the impression that liquid is coming out of my anus, certainly a little blood. I think the others don’t care, one of them licks my anus and buttocks. It’s strange I take such a step, it’s a funny feeling to feel watched, these men look at my ass, my pussy from all angles, some try to touch but my flogger smashes that my Master m ‘inflict prevent them from approaching. I am excited and I feel my wet dripping from my pussy down my thighs.
A rather stout man wearing a cape and a leather hood, approaches my master and whispers something in his ear that I cannot hear from where I am. My master replies: « We are not here to joke ». At the remark of my Master, I understand that this stranger made a remark to him about the violence of the punishment with this hammer sm. And indeed, we do not joke in our sm games, it makes me smile. I am very proud of myself, I have resisted all these punishments well since the beginning of the evening, I wonder how far it can go.
I take advantage of relaxing to breathe a little, my Master unties me, but I feel that something is going to happen to me. My Master comes out of the bag of nipple clamps with bells, so every time I get beaten by a flogger sm, the bell will ring. This is difficult to bear, because he no longer strikes with the thongs of it but with the handle of the swift sm. The ringing is heard louder and louder. I clench my teeth because I force myself not to cry out in pain. Now he plays with the handle on my plump buttocks, I no longer feel my knees, I offer myself entirely to him, my gaping hole, opened by the anal speculum, gets banged by his handle. It gives me chills, and I cum more and more, it’s the only thing I allow myself, I reach nirvana. My master, knows my tastes well and he knows exactly what I like, I go above and beyond for him. In these moments, you don’t have to think anymore and I have to let go, so that the adrenaline that overwhelms me, makes me soar, and reach the strongest cerebral pleasure.
When my master notices that I have reached my limits of everything, and that my tears start to flow, he puts down the swift sm, kisses my buttocks, and asks others to do the same, to then let me breathe. The men applaud me, congratulate me, salute my endurance, some are captivated. I even catch a glimpse of the jealousy of certain men, they would like to possess me so that I become their thing, but I remain faithful to my Master, he returns it to me.
We leave this room that smells of cum and sweat, and to leave as it should be, he puts my submissive collar, my leash and the sm-swift between my teeth, so everyone knows I’m leaving like a bitch . On my way, men caress my rump or the top of my head, in the same way as one would stroke a bitch …… I wiggle in front of them and follow my master to the exit.
