poor Mia

The caretaker stood in front of me, looked at me for a long time, then slowly shook his head. “You know what, little one… I’m not into blondes. I like black hair. Like Mia’s.” He stepped closer, used a pocket knife to cut the cable ties behind my back, and removed the ball gag from my mouth.

“You’re just a pawn in her little game of ****. And she asked me to really give you a proper thrashing.”

I rubbed my wrists and looked at him in confusion. The vibrator was still buzzing inside me. The caretaker grinned coldly. “But I don’t like it when someone tries to use me as a tool. Especially not Mia. That little slut’s going to get a lesson of her own today.”

He pulled the vibrator out of me, threw it into the corner and handed me an old towel. “Get dressed. And come with me.”

He led me into the small surveillance room next door. There were several monitors there. He switched them on. On one of the screens we saw Mia.

She was in a dark corridor near the men’s changing rooms. Her black suit was open, one foot resting on a bench. She had a hand between her legs and was fingering herself vigorously whilst moaning softly. In her other hand she held her mobile and was apparently watching the videos of me.

The caretaker snorted contemptuously.

“See? Whilst she lets them humiliate you, she’s getting off on your videos.”

He pressed a coffee mug into my hand.

“Stay here and watch. You need to see what happens to people who take the mickey out of others.”

Then he left the room. I sat down trembling in front of the monitors.

A few minutes later, I saw the caretaker suddenly appear behind Mia. She was startled, tried to cover herself, but he was quicker. He grabbed her by the hair, pushed her against the wall and whispered something in her ear. Mia turned pale as a sheet.

He roughly dragged her into one of the nearby technical rooms.

The camera in that room was also online.

I saw everything. The caretaker tied Mia’s hands behind her back with cable ties. Then he **** her to her knees in front of a glory hole in the wall. He shoved a large metal ring into her mouth and secured it with straps behind her head – a classic blowjob ring that kept her mouth wide open.

He then took the same thick black marker that Mia had used on me and wrote on her body – even more crudely and humiliatingly than he had done to me:

• Across her breasts: “HYPOCRITICAL SLUT”

• Across her stomach: “I HUMILIATE OTHERS – NOW I AM BEING USED”

• Directly above her pubic area, with a thick arrow pointing downwards: “FREE FOR USE – EVERYONE IS ALLOWED”

• On her buttocks: “BACK ENTRANCE FOR EVERYONE” and “MIA THE LOSER”

• On her thighs: “I’VE FINISHED LISA OFF – NOW IT’S MY TURN”

Mia tried to protest, but only unintelligible moans came through the ring.

The caretaker took her mobile, opened the group chat for the two teams (winners and losers) and wrote from her account:

“Hey lads, I was pretty mean to Lisa today. I wanted to humiliate her. Now it’s my turn. I’m in plant room C, tied to a glory hole. Mouth open, pussy and arse exposed. Anyone who fancies it can come and use me. No condom needed. Come on, everyone. I deserve it. Mia”

He sent the message and placed the mobile phone clearly visible next to her.

Then he looked straight into the camera (he knew I was watching) and said loudly:

“Enjoy the show, Lisa. This is for you.”

Mia’s eyes widened as she realised what was happening.

I sat in front of the monitors, still naked, watching as the first men from the teams came down the corridor.

Mia was tied up, her mouth wide open through the ring, the humiliating words scrawled across her body – and she could do nothing but wait.

The caretaker left the room and closed the door.

I sat there, staring at the screen, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction and excitement welling up inside me.

Mia had wanted to teach me a lesson.

Now she was getting one herself.

And I got to watch it live.