They don’t hold back

Your eyes stung with tears as the flogger repeatedly whipped your ass. John’s girlfriend, Cassandra was her name, was the one beating you with it while John coached her through it with his cock in your mouth. An anal plug had also been painfully inserted into your asshole without lube.

“Use your wrist more. It gives you more control.” He told her

“So that’s fifteen hits so far, right?” She asked

“Correct. And the more you give the more you get.”

She hesitated, but only for a second before another painful strike impacted your ass, and then several more after. John kept fucking your face, not even stopping after he reaches orgasm, filling your mouth with his cum.

“Can you fuck his ass next?” She asked

“Sure” he replied “or you could. I’ve got strap-on dildos in the closet.”

This seemed to excite her, and as you swallowed the last of Master’s cum and cleaned his cock she emerged from the walk in closet fastening her harness. The dildo she had chosen was a 10-incher, girthy and fluorescent pink.

“Hold him down.” She said, applying lube to the silicone cock.

Master held you in place with your ass on display and ready to be penetrated. Truthfully, you’d had bigger cocks and dildos without the luxury of lube, but you weren’t about to tell her that.

She pushed it in roughly, and you clenched your jaw and moaned as it happened. Still you felt the pressure on your prostate and knew that it at least wouldn’t be entirely painful. Your cock stirred and hardened as she thrust in and out of you, and you let yourself drift into subspace, not thinking of anything but obeying and pleasing your master and temporary mistress.

At some point you were flipped onto your back, your semi-erect cock lying on your chest and bouncing up and down as you kept getting fucked.

“He’s close, watch his face as he cums.” Master said, and as you felt yourself reach orgasm, cum spilled onto your stomach and chest from your cock, the orgasm itself overwhelming you and making you cry out in ecstasy.