Mistress
and Sir are smirking at me.
Earlier,
I was ordered to come to them straight after work. They made me stand
in the almost empty room, under the one light again. The camera's red
light came on; we were streaming.
Sir
wore his normal black suit and hood. Mistress was her beautiful self,
all in leather, blonde hair in a bun, smelling like jasmine, blue
eyes both laughing and cat-like, her smile cruel. And there I stood,
in front of the sofa.
In my
tan skirt that went to my knees, white blouse with long sleeves and
high collar, white hair band in my brown hair. I was told by Sir in
an email to wear hose and white panties today to work with heels.
The had
bound me with rope tonight. Tightly. As they bound me, they whispered
into my ears, one at a time. Telling me I was a slut. A whore.
Desperate for Sir's cock or Mistress' strap on to fuck my nasty
holes. That I would get on my knees and beg for it. That I was trash.
I wasn't even a person, just fuck meat. And that's what I wanted to
be: a dirty, nasty, slutty, whorish little girl.
By the
time they finished binding me, I was on on the sofa. Arms bound
together behind my back at the elbows and wrists. Ropes going above
and below my breasts. The knots *so* tight they made my chest thrust
out some.
Mistress
lifted my chin, “For that slutty, whore mouth of yours....”
She
jammed a ball gag into my little mouth. She jerked the gag straps so
tight they cut into my cheeks. I moaned a little and was rewarded
with a light slap to the face and a harsh “shut up, bitch”.
Then
Sir shoved my skirt up. He roughly folded my leg, ankle under my
thigh and bound them together. I could feel my heels start to dig
underneath me when he was done. And the last thing he did was to put
a very tight and very knotted crotch rope on me.
The
crotch rope was taut over my hose and panties. It rubbed against me.
It was *too* tight. It chafed.
Then
they had stepped away from. The stood behind the camera, the little
red light went on, saying that we now streaming. Sir adjusted the
camera as I half-sat and half-lain down on the sofa. Then they folded
their arms and smirked at me.
As I
looked at the camera, I was unsure. I was given no direction. I was
simply bound, gagged and verbally degraded. But no directions, no
orders. They were just *smirking*.
I moved
slightly on the sofa and felt a tendril of pleasure as I moved
against the knotted crotch rope. I whimpered a little. Then I looked
at the camera. How many of you saw that? Did my face say that I liked
it? Did you hear me whimper?
My face
grew red. Embarrassed. Yes, of course, all of you saw me. You saw me
be a little bit slutty. Just as Mistress and Sir said. But I'm
not...I play the part, but I'm not! I'm a good girl! The way I dress
is respecta-
I moved
and moaned again. The rope sliding over my hose and panties, digging
in. And that's when I knew. Oh no...I *knew*...
I
turned my head, ashamed and closed my eyes. I wasn't just red in my
face. My face was *burning*. I felt a tear go down my cheek and I
knew why, because they were right, *goddamn* them....
In the
end, they were right. I couldn't help it. My hips slowly undulated.
They grind in slow circles. My legs couldn't close, You all could see
everything. Moving against the ropes. Tan hose and white panties
pushing and grinding against the red rope.
Moaning
louder and louder. Face getting redder and redder and I am *SO*
ashamed. Still not looking at the camera, not able to see the rd
light telling me you are all watching me...
I'm not
a good girl. I'm not respectable. Sir and Mistress were right.
As I
sit here, in proper clothes, yet still looking like a bondage whore,
hips moving and grinding my way to a desperate orgasm, chest thrust
out like a tease...even though I am fully clothed...I'm a slut.
As my
eyes slowly open, as my move more quickly, as I moan and moan and
moan and whimper and beg into my gag, I look into the camera and I
know...I *know*...
I'm a
dirty, nasty, slutty, whore. And I am embarrassed and ashamed that I
need this so badly, That I want Sir and Mistress to fuck my nasty
holes and make me scream. That you can see my desperate desires to
give up and fuck and to be hate-fucked.
Wanting
Sir and Mistress to rip my clothes off, rip the crotch rope off and
fuck me. Fuck me with cock and strap-ons. In my small ass and dirty
cunt. Knowing that all you men and women want to do the same to me,
fuck me like a slut, slap me, choke me while you fuck me as you watch
me.
Little
pathetic me, bound and gagged, fully clothed, writhing like a needy
whore on the sofa, the crotch rope giving me so much pleasure but not
an orgasm...
Until I
scream at Sir and Mistress, drool cascading down my chin, begging
them to fuck me, please please please just *FUCK ME!!!!*
And
then they chuckle and simply walk out of the room. Leaving me to buck
my hips wildly against the crotch rope, moaning and sobbing as you
watch me try to cum.....
