Scarlett ch3: the First Night
We walk down the long, silent corridor, your expensive shoes padding ahead and my bare feet following two steps behind, at the end of the silver chain. I keep my eyes down, following your tread, terrified that someone will emerge from one of the doors that line the corridor and see me. I imagine eyes behind the peepholes in the doors, staring at me, raking up and down my naked body, sneering or laughing at me as I meekly follow my master into whatever perversions he has in store.
We arrive at a door. You click your keycard against the pad and the light goes green. We walk into a beautiful suite, overlooking the city. Lights sparkle in the darkness beyond the window. An enormous bed sits on one side of the room, plush with expensive linen. There are couches and comfortable chairs, fresh flowers in a vase, a fruit bowl laden with fresh produce. I take in the luxury with wide eyes, but snap my gaze to your face as you turn to me.
"You have a long night ahead of you Scarlett. I am going to uncuff you for a moment so you can use the bathroom. Take a shower. Make sure you are clean and ready for me. Clean your juices off yourself but don't you dare rub that hungry cunt. It's mine now. Do you understand?"
I nod meekly.
"Do. You. Understand?" you repeat, stepping towards me, one hand raised.
"Y-yes, Sir," I gasp. The hand stays raised for a moment, then sinks back to your side.
"You will learn, Scarlett," you say, almost to yourself. "You will learn." Then you reach around and uncuff me, guiding me to the bathroom.
It is every bit as luxurious as the rest of the suite. I quickly use the toilet, then get into the shower. I wash the urine off my body, the slick pussy juices off my thighs. I dry myself, then clean my teeth thoroughly: maybe you will kiss me? I want to taste fresh for you. There is body lotion and some makeup products laid out, and I take the hint, rubbing the deliciously scented lotion into my skin before applying mascara and eyeliner. I inspect myself in the mirror. The rigorous diet and exercise routine you have set for me has paid off; I am lean and toned, my muscles defined and shapely. All body hair has been removed. I can feel my heart beating with expectation and sexual tension. I am longing to be fucked, to be used for your pleasure, to feel you inside me, pushing into my very core. Every moment for months has been leading up to this. The need is all-consuming. I take a deep breath, and step back into the room.
It's as well I've taken that breath, because my ability to respire is suspended when I cross the threshold. The room is lit with candles, and you are standing in front of the bed. You are completely naked, your hand slowly moving up and down your erection. The candlelight glistens on your tanned skin, and your cock is absolutely magnificent, standing out proudly from your body. My mouth drops open, and I feel saliva spring from beneath my tongue; this moistening is mirrored between my legs as I imagine your magnificent member pushing into the folds of my flesh, parting my pussy lips and impaling me...
"Kneel," you command, pointing to where you have laid out a folded towel. I scurry forward and sink to my knees, my eyes never leaving your magnificent manhood. "Good girl," you say. I tear my eyes away and upwards, looking at your face for a hint of what might happen next. "Now Scarlett, you do not move from your position until instructed. Do you hear me? Remain kneeling. Do you understand?" I nod, silently. You respond with your own nod of acknowledgement. "Good. Hands behind your back."
I obey, and you slip the cuffs back into place, securing my hands at the base of my spine. I then feel you slip a blindfold over my eyes, tightening it in place, so I cannot see anything around me. I listen intently, sensing the room around me, feeling you moving, circling me to my left. Then I feel your hand on top of my head, tilting it back. Instinctively, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out just beyond my lower lip, making a smooth entryway, and I get my reward. I feel the head of your cock rest gently on my tongue and slip into my mouth, and I groan in pleasure. Oh, at last! What I've been longing for!
I bob my head back and forth, flickering my tongue along your length, puckering my lips up and down the shaft, trying my hardest to give you the best blowjob you've ever had. I'm gratified to hear your exhalation as you sink deep into my mouth, probing the back of my throat; it's all the encouragement I need. Your cock is thick, thicker than the dildo I've been practising on, and I have to stretch my mouth around it, but I think I can manage. I pull back, feeling your hand resisting me slightly, and take a breath, then go for it. I push until I feel your cock against the back of my throat and make a swallowing motion, clenching my thumbs in my fists to help overpower my gag reflex, and I feel your hardness push past the resistance and into my throat. You gasp...you actually gasp in pleasure! A sound I have longed to hear! as I feel your entire length disappear, and my lips nestle against your body. I push my tongue out and try to reach your balls, but the thickness of your cock is more than I'm used to and I gag, my throat constricting around your length. I try to pull back, but your hand is in my hair, pulling me onto your cock, holding me down. I gag again, my whole body convulsing this time, my arms tugging against the handcuffs as I struggle for air, tears springing through my closed eyelids into the blindfold. You release me a little and I gasp a breath down, but then you shove back in, and begin to facefuck me, hard. I am completely powerless to resist, a slave to your pleasure, as you take handfuls of my hair and ram my throat with your cock, again, again, again. I feel strings of drool run down my chin, splattering onto my chest, but all I can focus on is keeping my throat open, trying not to resist, as it will only make it worse, and breathing whenever I can.
You are silent and merciless, your thick manhood sliding in and out of my mouth, in and out of my throat. Occasionally you will withdraw completely and I will take shuddering gasps of breath, until you yank my hair back and I open wide again, ready to receive you. I wonder if you will facefuck me until you cum, or whether you plan to use my cunt, my ass...oh God, I hope you do! It's been so long, I'm sure that just one thrust of that magnificent cock would trigger the orgasm I so desperately crave...
But, just as I'm having that thought, there is a knock at the door. Your cock disappears from my mouth. I hear you padding across the suite towards the entrance, and take the opportunity to spit a glob of spit from my throat; I feel it land on my knees and dribble down to the towel beneath. I breathe deeply, readying myself for your return. But then, I freeze. I hear you coming back...but you are not alone. Someone else is with you. I hear a woman's voice.
"Oh, wow," it says. "What a slut! Look at that..." and she giggles. I recognise that laugh. Hayley. The waitress from downstairs. What the fuck is happening?
"I know," I hear you say. "She's warmed me up nicely." There's a pause. I can hear noises. Rustling. The sound of friction. A soft, gentle moan. And then, the unmistakable sound of kissing, tongues intertwining, lips moving against one another. You are kissing her. She is kissing you. What the fuck is this? I move my head, trying to find a gap in the blindfold, trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening...but it's hopeless. So I listen.
Hayley moans, and I hear the sound of fabric falling to the floor. Undressing. Then a giggle, and the soft creak of the bed. Have you picked her up, and laid her down? I hear more creaks as the mattress shifts...you have joined her. And then, the same sigh in your voice and the unmistakable slurping sounds of a blowjob, as Hayley wraps her lips around your cock.
"NO!" I scream...but thankfully just in my head. I long to leap up, to jump up there, to push her off you, to take you for myself...but my hands are bound and, more than that, your instruction restrains me. "Now Scarlett, you do not move from your position until instructed. Do you hear me? Remain kneeling. Do you understand?" I realise that this is part of my training. Part of my induction. And it is torture.
"Oh, your cock tastes soooo good," moans Hayley, like some pornstar. "But I want it inside me. Please, fuck me hard. Make me feel it...make me cum..."
There is a thud as I imagine you throwing her down on the bed, parting her legs, positioning yourself and waiting, hesitating, pausing. Are you both looking at me? Humiliating me? I long to move, but I can't; I'm transfixed, pinned to the spot. And then the sound that I've been dreading and longing for: Hayley's long, shuddering groan as you impale her on the full length of your cock. Oh God! I wish it was me! I want it! I need it! Oh fuck, this is horrible...
I don't know how long it goes on for. I hear your bodies rubbing and slapping together, punctuated by Hayley's moans, groans and running commentary, which is clearly intended to humiliate me further. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck! You feel so good! Oh yes! There...just there! Oh god...just like that...oh yeah!" You don't say a word, but I hear your breathing, like an elite athlete, in complete control, fucking her and torturing me at the same time.
You shift positions, again and again...I know because Hayley tells me so. "Oh yeah, bend me over, take me from behind...oh yeah...so deep...oh yeah... fuck me hard..." and "mmm, let me ride you, big guy, yeah, just like that...mmm...feel my tits bounce as I ride you...oh, it feels so good..."
The images play out on my closed eyelids, behind the blindfold. Tears run down my cheeks; tears of frustration, of hurt, of jealousy. They are matched by the juices leaking from my aching pussy, teased in the elevator and then readied for sex by your aggressive facefucking, but now denied again. I can feel my whole uterus contracting, my empty pussy desperate to be filled with cock, my body demanding to be filled with male seed, an animal, natural impulse...I'm like a bitch on heat, but chained and caged and denied the release of mating. But I stay kneeling, listening to you fucking, living it out in my imagination, because I am yours, you can do as you please with me...and you have chosen this.
Eventually, of course, it reaches a climax. Hayley's words disintegrate into loud, staccato yelps and moans, punctuating your thrusts, until she screams "I'm cumming!" and I hear her breath stop, followed by a loud "Oh fuckkkk...." and moan after moan as a long, drawn-out orgasm rips through her ravaged body. From you, I hear a slight, strangled grunt and I know that your precious load, that treasure trove of your seed, is being pumped inside some waitress instead of me. I kneel, ignored, a silent blind witness to your climax.
There's more kissing. A few congratulations and thanks in Hayley's voice, hoarser now after all her moaning and screaming: "that was amazing...fuck, you were so good...I haven't cum like that is a long time..." You mutter and whisper in her ear. I strain, but I can't catch your words. Hayley giggles though, and I'm sure you're both looking at me. I remain impassive, kneeling, silent, though inside I am burning up with shame and humiliation. And then she's dressing. I hear her pulling her clothes on. Yes, there's no mistake, she's preparing to leave. More kisses. More whispers from you. "Any time, big guy. Any time," she says. And the door opens, and closes, and we are alone again.
In the dimly lit room, I feel the head of your cock rest gently on my tongue, a promise of the deepthroat experience to come. I eagerly take you in, relishing the taste and feel of your maledom.
Later, as I knelt submissively, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I heard Hayley's enthusiastic moans, knowing that I was serving as a cuckquean for the night.
As you commanded, I remained still, my heart racing with submission and desire, knowing that I was merely a vessel for your pleasure and Hayley's, a submissive in the world of femsub.