Confused But Submissive

Confused, I look at him, before swiftly casting my gaze back down at his feet. Feeling his eyes on me, not to mention his friends, I find my mind awash with confusion; Why am I being asked now? I **** myself to speak, uncertain of exactly what to say "Bu ... but Master, sir... I don't understand. All I have to give is myself and.... and you already can do what you will to me."

He chuckled back, walking forward, playing a hand on my cheek, casually lifting my face to his. "Yes, Whore, I have free reign over your body, but I want more. I want your mind, to know that You have chosen freely to be mine to use as I will. I want you to turn yourself over fully to my will. My folks need almost constant reassurance that I'm into women, and I would love to have you as my free-use sex toy. So ... you in or ...?

I pause, surprised by his flatly stating that even as I realized how true it all was. After a moment, I nodded my head, weekly smiling back his way, even as my eyes were cast downward, "Yes, Yes ... I'm yours to use as you which, at your whim.", I paused, surprised as said that, yet all the same felt something of satisfaction at admitting that. "Good. You can start by riding on my cock, here and now, so they show how submissive you are, Whore. You know the saying "Action is stronger than words?"

I nodded, weakly smiling back his way, knowing. my naked body was openly visible be for him, shocked but still somehow willing to go through what I had just asked off. He pulled on my chin, leading me to the bed, and I caught sight of his parents watching from the door. Knowing his friends were watching from outside, the large windows open and leaving ample space for them to peep, my mind focused on what was in front of me. My new master, the young man I still didn't even know the name of, casually moved onto the bed, reclining with his head on the pillow, his hand wrapped under his head.

He smiled my way, and what was expected panted squarely on his face. I hesitated a moment, knowing what was expected of me, before straddling my naked body over his crotch. I choose then to let out a moan, rubbing my crotch, which unsurprisingly for me, was rather damp, forward and back upon his. I felt the rock-hard member barely concealed within. A smug expression showed on his face, and after a few paces, I paused, opening his pants, and watching as it popped out. I made myself rub my exposed, shaved mound, across his cock, feeling it intensely on my soft, intimate folds. I moaned, mostly for show, as I worked to please him.

I ribbed myself tightly on him several times, his cock rubbing across my folds and clit each time. I paused, lifting his rock-hard member up, moving my body over it, and pressed it home into my pussy. I cried out loud, as I felt it stretch my body, early it squelch as the rock-hard member was brought forcefully deep into me. I dared not stop now but quickly started bouncing upon him, thrusting his cock deeper with each downward moment. I orgasm quickly, tightly holding his cock deep within me, feeling t it stretching and pushing my insides around with each pass.

I heard an amused sound from the hall, but did not give it any head; my only concern was pleasing him, and I was determined how willing I was then to be his free use fuck-able. A surprised thought passed through the back of my mind, but it quickly evaporated as soon as it had arrived. Maybe it was I have been through, these last few days, but I was almost **** to prove my submissiveness and my servitude before him. I cried out loudly, not caring who may hear, as my naked body bounded on him, driving his cock deeper, my motions going further down, with each thrust. I orgasmed hard then, feeling his cock sharp as it was pressed deeply into me, as he reclined, seemly intent to do nothing to help this along; perhaps he wanted this show to last as long as possible?

No matter, or so I thought, as I worked myself on him, pleasure racing through me, my one desire was to please him, and thus prove my experience to him. I moaned, the cry sharp and primal, Just then I felt a hand clasp around my neck, though I did not let up and my slow, rough pounding of his member deep into my willing pussy. I looked to one side and found my tormented mistress standing beside me, a confident, smug expression clear on her face. She casually put pleasure on the sides of my throat, slowly and casually **** me out, my face quickly becoming a deep reddish hue. He giggled as she tightened her hold on me, my arms handing uselessly at my side, willing myself to submit to them both, lest I failed to prove my willingness to be his freely, completely, and of my own choice.

She giggled, rubbing a hand down my back, my breasts bouncing before them, my ass shaking softly with each thrust, each time bouncing my body off his cock. I felt my pleasure increase as she choked me, "My, aren't you a dirty little Whore, but can you really be his to use freely, hmm? I'm sure he won't mind if I livened the pot up a little, hmm?"

She looked over at him, a coy, smug expression clear on her face, I gasped aloud, the sound sharp, each moan short between gasps for breath, my heart racing as I drove my body to please him. Suddenly she held me in place, her stronghold on my neck swiftly stopping my movements as she choked me, now with both hands, his cock left buried balls-deep within me. I obediently left myself still, letting them act as they may, as I was made to remain still, gasping hard, quietly noting his pleasure at what was transpiring. She held me there for several seconds, before letting me resume my slow thoughts, my body stopping at the top of his cock at the top of each thrust, bottoming at bouncing upon his balls.

I moaned, feeling her grip on my neck, using now only a single hand, as the older moved across my body. She started her hand down my side, playing with me, slapping my ass hard, rubbing it several times before spanking it hard again, enough to make me hear the impact. I did my best not to notice, not that it was easy, but my only thought was pleasing my master .... who I did not so much as know the name of. I cried out aloud, rubbing my hands on his chest, as I rode on his rock-hard member, from tip to sack, openly using myself to please him, not letting either any discomfort or my tormentor-mistress stop me from completing.

She moved to slap my other ass cheek then, bringing a renewed feeling of pleasure and pain, as the plan of her hand smacked hard into my ass. I moaned, crying out my pleasure openly, even as I sought to please him. I kept moving slowly, losing track of the time, knowing only that my naked movements, openly submitting to them, were being observed by his friends and family. As if on cue, my speed increased, and I leaned forward, feeling every thrust intently hard, my body orgasming hard and regularly now, as my pace increased. I was soon, despite her **** me, moving like a piston, roughly and swiftly using myself to please him. It was not long before his cock exploded its load deep within me, and I keep at it a bit more, climaxing as I made sure I really got it all, knowing all the while it was unleashed deep within me.

He smiled my way, but did;t speak. Surprised, I shot him a look, only to feel my mistress tying my hand behind my back, followed swiftly by panting my ballgag before my mouth. I looked his way, and he gently nodded. I resisted the urge to sigh and opened my mouth, feeling her harshly planting the thing back into my mouth, forcing my jaws open wide. She worked on it a bit, stopping only when it seemed my jaw could not open any further, cinching it down tightly then, the fabric pinching my cheek. All the while, I heard an amused sound from both his parent and friends, clearly enjoying what was transpiring before them.

She led me off my new master's bed, his now limp cock casually out of my thatch. My movements jerky and off balance, yanking me off him with more **** than it seemed warranted. I had to work to keep my balance, my arms pinned behind my back, rubbing along my spine. She held on tightly to my bound arms, my breath slowly, and my facial colour, slowly returning to normal. She shoved me forward then, and I gasped in surprise, even as I obediently let her lead me about. I soon found myself standing before a metal cage, near the door. It was nearly big enough for me to fit, though it would be an uncomfortable fit, made worse no doubt by my arms being bound tightly against my back.

"Ok, Slut. So, You want to prove your freedom here for him? Get inside?" I moaned, looking over his way, but he only shrugged back, still replying g on the bed. 'No help there ' I thought to myself, before doing my best to lean over. I got down partway, before she roughly shoved me forward, kicking at my knees. I felt the last two inches, landing on the ground, in a heap. Helpless, She giggled at my humiliation, before half carried, half dragged into the cage. I moaned, folding up tightly inside, as the small opening at the end opposite of my head was closed and locked shut. I whimpered, my head inches away from the metal bars. Unable to move, with only the metal and wooden floor under me, I did my best to fall asleep. Despite my exhaustion from the day, it still seemed to take forever for sleep to finally happen, as my mind wondered what I got myself into...