Amber's Descent

Amber's Descent-

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I was 19 and had only been in college for a year, and the job that paid my cheap rent and bills, kept me in town for the summer. Money was usually tight, but my parents helped out where they could, living a few states away, as well as some grant & scholarship money I was lucky to get.

I had 2 roommates to split the costs, but I had some privacy to dress up as my sissy self, Amber, with good practice in makeup and heels. I was small at 5'2", so it wasn't hard to find cute or slutty clothes and shoes that worked for me. I had a couple of outfits, and some toys that I was careful to hide in the shared house, including a couple of buttplugs and dildos I'd been stretching myself out with, working up to 8 inches in and out of my sissy hole, and learning to deepthroat.

I was horny all the time, but was very shy with classmates and peers, my slight frame and introverted nature getting the best of me. I liked girls most, but the thought of submitting to a man had started to turn me on not long ago, soon after I started my dressing in secret. I turned to the internet, and soon found there were plenty of older men who were willing to give a lot of attention to someone like me.

The first few times I sucked cock weren't all that exciting, the men were patient & kind as I quickly got into the act of giving blowjobs to real cocks. Warm, fleshy, hard, and soft, with a reward at the end to swallow. They let me take my time, but didn't want much else when it was over, a quick blow & go for married men. I never dressed for them, always nervous at being seen like that by anyone. Until I met Sir, which he would only let me call him. Mid 40's, fit, and a bit rugged looking, with what looked like a 7 inch cock.

I let it slip that I liked to dress, and he insisted that if I come meet him at his apartment, that I must dress for him. He made me feel wanted and desired as a sissy, and my growing adventurous nature soon led me to his door, where I dressed in my cute outfit of a pink dress, white stockings, and mary janes, with pink bows in my already long dark hair, down past my shoulders. A bit of makeup accentuated my features as he put me at ease, calling me pretty, cute, sexy, and getting me in the mood to please him. I gave him an enthusiastic blowjob, but he liked to give me orders on how he liked his cock sucked. I liked the feeling of being told what to do.

By the time I left, he had invited me back for another day, making me feel more welcome than the one-off encounters had before. I told him that I liked being ordered around, so he made his invitation an order. I knew that I would return. It was a week before it happened, and we messaged each other on kik to plan, and talk.

Sir had compliments for me. "You did such a good job the other day, Amber, you weren't k**ding about getting practice. You looked so cute while sucking me, I had a hard time not grabbing your hair and fucking your sweet mouth"

I giggled "That might have been fun, Sir, I really liked being told what to do.. if you wanted to be a little rough with me, I don't mind.."

"Very interesting.. I didn't want to scare you away, you seemed very skittish at dressing up for me and going as far as you did, but you ended up enjoying yourself"

"Oh yes Sir. At first I was really worried, but you didn't hurt me, and I felt like I could really relax as Amber and start letting go. Having your hands on my head, in my hair, and all the little orders you were giving me really got me going."

"I could tell, Amber, you seemed like a natural submissive from the start. Tell me, do you have other submissive thoughts and fantasies? You can tell me if you like, it's ok."

"Well... I've been reading lots of stories, and watching more porn, Sir, and... it really kind of excites me to think of being.. maybe... tied up..." I was nervous in my admission, but turned on, feeling like he was someone who might understand.

"Very good, Amber, that's perfectly natural for a submissive sissy. In fact, that's something I enjoy doing with sissies who are excited by it. Next time you come over, I'll show you the different bondage toys in my collection, and if you're comfortable, you can pick out some to wear for me."

"Oh wow.. thank you Sir! Umm.. another thing that I like in those stories, Sir..."

"Yes Amber..?"

"I kind of liked it when the men were a bit.. meaner, I guess? Like, when they called the girls 'Slut' or 'Whore'... that was kind of exciting, too.."

"Is that what you want, Amber, for me to be meaner, more dominant?"

"Yes Sir.. I think so?"

"Good slut. Then this weekend, you are coming over, and trying out my bondage toys. Understood?"

I gulped as I felt my clitty twitch at those words. "Y..yes Sir, I understand."

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"This is what you asked for. This is what you wanted, slut!" Sir growled at me.

I couldn't say anything with his cock using my mouth at that moment, but I moaned loudly in agreement. This time I was dressed in a short black pleated skirt, fishnet stockings, fishnet arm gloves, tight black halter top, and red 5 inch heels with ankle strap. My makeup was much sluttier than before. I looked like a whore, and now I was starting to be treated like one.

In the few days before, we messaged more, and each time he teased me, and was more dominant than before, calling me names, and getting me to agree to moving beyond cocksucking. I got a safeword, 'red', just in case it was all too much for me, but I was getting more excited as the days passed.

As soon as I was dressed at his apartment, he wasted little time in making me feel sexy, ******* and smacking my ass, and bringing out his box of toys. Cuffs, collars, clamps, some things I didn't recognize but was afraid to ask about. His downtown apartment was very spacious, clean, and had a beautiful view, but all I could focus on was the restraints that were about to be used on me.

Minutes later, linked leather cuffs held my wrists behind my back, and a black leather collar with 4 rings surrounding it was looped around my neck, with a chain leash attached. Sir held the other end of that leash as he used it to pull my face onto his cock. The feeling of helplessness was intoxicating. Scary, thrilling, I was feeling conflicted as Sir began to dominate me, all traces of his kinder demeanor having vanished now. The safeword lingered in the back of my mind, wondering he would listen to it..

"Keep sucking, just like that, slut. Mm yess, good bitch. Use your tongue like I told you, no teeth. If I feel too much teeth, I'll tighten your fucking collar."

I whimpered as I tried to give him my best blowjob, feeling the collar snugly around my neck already. I didn't want to find out if it could get tighter, so I picked up my pace for a minute, and did as I was told.

"Mm good bitch, you're getting it. Training you is going to be fun, you're a natural born fucktoy. Would you like that, slut? Do you want to be a little bondage fucktoy?"

The words were turning me on more as I serviced him, and a high pitched whimper escaped from me, unable to hide. I had started sending him links to stories and porn that got me going, stories about sissies like me that get turned into those helpless fucktoys, and I was starting to realize that some of those stories were beginning to come true.

After having some more fun with me, he pulled me off of his cock and bent me over his coffee table. I had already cleaned myself out before I arrived, having a feeling what was coming next. I stayed still, nervous, and horny as I felt him smear lube all over my sissy hole.

"You've already been training with your own dildo, so I know you can take this" Sir held up a large buttplug in front of me.

"Y..yes sir.. I think so.."

"Start getting it wet, then, slut." He brought the plug to my lips, and forced it in my mouth. In moments, he was swatting my ass, calling me a good little slut toy, warming me up as I licked and slobbered on the plug filling my mouth. A couple of minutes later, the plug was removed, and he slowly penetrated my pussy, until the plug was firmly lodged in. I was stretched as far as I'd ever been, and was in some discomfort, but it started vibrating, and discomfort started turning to something more pleasant as I got used to it.

"Soon you'll be ready for cock, slut. Your first real cock, first fucking. Turned into a real sissy fucktoy. I bet you like the sound of that, don't you bitch." He delivered a couple of swats to my ass, jarring the plug, sending ripples of sensation through me.

"Unnhhh yy...yes Sir..."

"Back to work, then, slut." He pulled me to my knees and turned me around, facing him as he sat on the sectional couch. Tugging my leash, I leaned into him, engulfing his cock once more, enjoying the sensation of being filled from both ends, and enjoying the feeling of helplessness from my secure bindings.

"The stories you sent me were enlightening, slut, and I'm sure you have more surprises in you. I especially liked the one about sharing the sissy with a friend. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted that to happen to you, but that would mean you're really a whore."

He let me off of his cock for a moment, resting it across my face as he kept my head close. "Yes sir... I would be... if that happened..."

I was loving the way he teased me with that fantasy. He was right, showing that to him was almost like me admitting I wanted that..

"Well, it just so happens I told a friend about you, what a good little slut you could be, and he was very interested in meeting you."

"A.. a friend, Sir? Really?" I whimpered.

"Oh yes, and to be honest, he's even more dominant and mean than I am. The kind of man who will definitely enjoy training a cute little slut like you into being a real bondage fucktoy. Perhaps you'd like to meet him, hmm?"

My breath quickened and my mind reeled. Was this going too far? Or was this what I wanted? I was starting to be overwhelmed, and for the first time, I considered using the safeword. "I.. I don't know, Sir... oh god.."

He smiled at my squirming, and for a moment, his kind expression returned, stroking my face with his fingers, calming me down.

"I'll give you the choice. You can use your safeword right now, and I'll let you go. We can call it a fun day, and maybe have more fun another time, no strings. Take a moment to think about it, because if you stay, you'll stay until I say you're finished for the day. You'll only be able to use the safeword to take a break, but you will stay tied up until you're ready to finish. I think a part of you wants to lose your sissy virginity while being more helpless though."

I let out a low moan, breathing fast as I weighed my options. I enjoyed this helpless feeling, being used, so much more than I thought I would. If it felt this intoxicating now, I wanted to taste more, and taste it deeper. One little word would end it, but I didn't want it to end. While I was scared of how intense it could be, I also knew that I wouldn't be hurt. Not in any real way. He could see me thinking about it for the moments it took, continuing to comfort my vulnerable form.

"So, if the next word out of your mouth isn't your safeword, if it's anything else at all, then you'll stay, and do as you're told. You'll meet my friend, and you'll start knowing what it is to be a helpless fucktoy for us. Understand, Amber?"

Part of my brain was telling me to use the safeword, to get out of there, and go home with the thrill having been experienced. The naughtier side of me thought about the stories, knowing this was my chance to be a real sissy slut for men. Words from the stories came to me, words that a helpless sissy would use if she didn't have a choice, rising until they escaped from my mouth.

"Sissy whores don't get a choice, Sir.." What did I just do? My clitty twitched, the plug vibrated, and I panted like a bitch in heat as I realized I'd given my freedom away.

Sir's kindness vanished once more as a grin spread across his face.

"That's right, slut. You don't have a choice." He growled as he forced my mouth back onto his cock to stifle my moans.

I looked up at him with pleading eyes as he picked up his phone from a side table, and began to dial.


2
Sir's cell phone rang out as he called his friend. He used the speaker, so the volume was louder as he held the handset by his stomach, and I continued to suck his hard cock in anticipation. In moments, the call was answered.

"Is she there?" Sir's friend simply said.

"Yeah, she's right here, being a good little slut for me. You're down the street at the coffeeshop?" Sir inquired.

"Yeah, in a quiet corner for the moment. I take it she said yes?"

"Something like that. Here, I'll let her speak." Sir grabbed my hair and pulled my head off of his cock, holding the phone closer to me as I grunted. "Say hello to my friend, slut. He prefers to be addressed as 'Daddy' by little whores. "

I nervously followed Sir's order. "H...hi ..Daddy..."

Daddy spoke evenly "Hello Amber, I've heard some good things about you. Tell me what you're wearing and doing right now."

"Yes Daddy... I'm... I'm on my knees, dressed like a.. a whore.. I'm wearing a collar and leash, and my hands are cuffed behind me.. while.. while I'm sucking Sir's cock.. oohhhh." Saying it all out loud made me feel even naughtier in the moment.

"Good whore. And you're enjoying yourself, yes? My friend gave you a proposition, what did you say?"

"I.. I said that... sissy whores don't get a choice, Daddy..." Sir's grip on my hair was tight, he was grinning as he stared at me, expecting me to be truthful. I whimpered as I admitted these things over the phone to a stranger.

"That's a good answer, whore, and you're right. You don't get one. You know what you'll be doing shortly?"

"Yes Daddy.. I'm going to be made into a.. a fucktoy.. ooohh"

"That's right whore. A helpless bondage fucktoy. Get back to sucking, I'll meet you in a few minutes."

Before the call ended, Sir pushed my mouth back onto his cock, and kept me focused on sucking him as my mind raced. It was so humiliating talking to his friend over the phone like that, and I blushed as my mouth was used, my lust increasing little by little.

Minutes later, Daddy arrived, opening the door without knocking. Sir kept me on his cock, so I was unable to see the doorway behind me, but I was acutely aware of being watched while I was used as a bondage slut. The humiliation I was starting to feel was almost as potent as the feeling of helplessness in the cuffs and collar.

"She is a cute little slut, especially in that outfit. And those bindings. You found a good one, my friend." Daddy casually said over my shoulder as I heard his zipper come down, and his hand stroking my ass.

"Yeah, she's a natural, and her mouth feels great. I bet her pussy will feel even better."

"Perhaps, I can already see that this slut has a lot of potential. She's used an 8 inch dildo on herself, and took a large plug well?"

"Yeah, the little bitch wasn't k**ding. Didn't take much to stretch her out, her sissy hole is hungry."

"Good. How long are we keeping her today?"

"Maybe an hour or two. The slut is still new to a lot of this, I don't want to overwhelm her too much. Enough time to give her a real taste of what it means to be a sissy whore."

"Good, a prime piece like this needs to be broken in helplessly."

I felt a couple of smacks on my ass, followed by Daddy fingering the vibrating plug. The way they were talking about me, making plans like I wasn't there was adding to the humiliation, and I found myself liking it more. I moaned around Sir's cock as Daddy pressed the plug inward, forcing me more forward onto the cock in my mouth, gagging in the process.

"Music to my ears" Daddy chuckled.

"She doesn't gag often, she can really take a cock. Give her a try."

Sir pulled my head off and handed the leash to Daddy, who was taking a seat next to Sir. I shuffled sideways at the leash went tight, and his cock was the first thing in saw. Larger and thicker than Sir's, it reminded me of my 8 inch dildos. He was also fit, older than Sir, maybe 50, and he had an evil smile on his face as he forced himself into my mouth. I gave him the same attentions that I gave to Sir.

"She's enthusiastic, damn. Talented little thing, with a little work, she'll be a pro at it."

I did my best to take his large cock. Every pull of the leash was a tiny rush to my sissy brain, already going into overdrive at being shared with this stranger, and the new humiliation of it. I was in a lustful trance as I bobbed my head on him, and soon I felt Sir gripping the plug in my pussy, slowly twisting and pulling it out. I moaned, knowing what was coming next, unable to stop it.

"Time for your lesson, slut." Sir said as he removed the plug and slapping me on each ass cheek. "Let's get these out of the way, too"

For a moment, I didn't understand, but then Sir gripped my wrists, crossing them higher on my back, before attaching a jangling chain between the cuffs and the rear loop of my collar, which felt tighter with the added tension. I somehow felt more helpless. Daddy pulled my head off of his cock by my hair, and held me there, my lips just out of reach of his glistening rod.

"You're still learning, slut, so we won't go too rough on you tonight. Do a good job and we can teach you more. If you use your safeword for a break, we might not invite you back." Daddy was stern, and it made me want to please him more. I heard a condom wrapper being ripped open behind me, and I moaned as Daddy held his grip tightly.

"Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy..." I whimpered. I was nervous, but so excited, more turned on than I'd been in a long time. At that moment, I hoped I would be allowed to come back for more.

I felt Sir's hands on my hips, his cock pressing against my loosened sissy hole as he knelt behind my bound form. Without anywhere to go, I took inch by inch as he took my sissy virginity. Already stretched and practiced, there wasn't much discomfort, just pressure and fullness as he went deeper. I held my breath as I was impaled, realizing that I had a real cock in me, panting again like a bitch. Soon it was all the way in, Sir using my hips to hold my ass close to him as I adjusted to the intruder.

Moments later, Sir was slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy, and I began moaning as he found the right angle to rub my prostate, my sissy button. I had found it at times with my dildo, and on those occasions, pleasure flooded my brain as I gasped for more. Sir was rubbing his cock across the spot slowly, squeezing my hips as he did so, and my arms moved as a reflex to the sudden pleasure, pulling the collar against my throat. My eyes started rolling up as I let out a high pitched moan, the combination of everything driving me crazy.

"That didn't take long, jesus, what a little whore. This is going to be good" Daddy smiled as he held my head up, and with the other hand, stuck his thumb in my mouth. I immediately started to suck on it, whimpering as Sir continued his pleasurable assault.

The pace of the fucking started to speed up, and Sir was both rubbing and jabbing at my button. I rhythmically moaned around Daddy's thumb as I got used to the intensity. Daddy removed his thumb, and I whimpered incoherently for a moment before my face was plunged back onto Daddy's rock hard cock. He roughly used my hair and the leash to fuck my face, as I did what I could to keep my teeth from grazing his shaft. I couldn't focus enough to throat him well, and I ended up gagging on him as he used my mouth.

Somewhere in all of that I realized that I was now a real fucktoy, stuffed with the cocks of two men. One I hardly knew, and one who I'd only just met. Tied up and helpless, until they were done with me, whenever that would be. I didn't want it to end, I was scared, turned on, excited, and out of my mind with pleasure. Beyond intoxicated, I went into a mindless trance as I was overloaded and overwhelmed.

"I think the little whore might get addicted to this, hasn't needed a break yet." Sir said without changing his thrusts, always in control.

"Oh yeah, this slut is gonna do real well with us. Let's step it up a bit and see." Daddy said as he pulled my head up again. "Enjoying yourself, fucktoy?"

"Y-yes.. yes Daddy!! Ahhhh!!!" I could barely think with the constant stimulation.

"Good, because that's what you are now. A sissy bondage fucktoy. How do you like being so helpless, slut? Is it like you thought it would be?"

"Yyyesss, yes Daddy... oh God, I love it!!!" Tears were streaking down my face as I admitted that, making my mascara run as well.

I felt a sting on my face as Daddy slapped me across it. And again on the other side. I moaned as the new sensation joined everything else they were doing to me, I felt so degraded by the slaps, making me feel even more like a plaything. The break safeword lingered in the back of my mind, but it stayed there, it was now a useless option. If this was what did it for me, I wanted more, and to be able to come back again and again.

They used me at both ends like that for a while, I had no sense of time. Eventually, they pulled out and switched places, and Daddy stretched my pussy out as Sir fucked my mouth. The rhythms changed, but soon, Daddy was taking advantage of the right angles, and while he kept the waves of pleasure going, he alternated slaps on my ass as he pulled on my wrists for leverage. Sir used the leash to control my head when there was enough slack from Daddy's thrusts, at points he pulled my head up and slapped me like Daddy had. They didn't hurt a lot, but they were firm enough to keep me humiliated, and I was quickly beginning to love the feeling.

It was a while before they were finished, calling me slut, whore, fucktoy, telling me how I was made for this, and other things I could barely register. Once they were ready, they pulled out of me and sat me back on my knees, but pulled my head up.

"Open wide, whore" Daddy said as they neared climax.

I did, and moments later, forceful jets of cum blasted across my tear streaked face. They covered my face in their loads, turning me into a cumdump in the process. I caught what I could with my mouth, swallowing what I got, and whimpered pathetically as they finished on my cheeks and forehead, wiping their cocks on my lips, smearing around what they had given me.

I stayed there like that for a while, catching my breath, still horny and reeling from the intensity of my first fucking. I wasn't tired, yet I felt exhausted. I wanted more, but knew I needed to rest, and think about everything that happened. Soon I was pulled to my feet, and escorted to the bathroom.

Sir removed the restraints, and set my boy clothes out as he told me to undress and take a shower, and to process my new piece of reality. In a haze, I obeyed, and cleaned myself up.

Before I left the apartment, both men were waiting for me near the door.

"You did well today, Amber, and we know you enjoyed yourself." Sir said as he put his hand at the small of my back.

"Yes, you were born for this. We'll both be texting you soon, I'll definitely enjoy training you more. I think you're looking forward to it, aren't you, slut?" Daddy said as he lightly gripped the back of my neck, squeezing slightly. I felt so controlled by these men, and I liked it.

"Yes Daddy.. i am.." There was something more dominant about him than with Sir. He didn't show the same kindness, and was the one who made things rougher. It seemed like he was a bit more in charge of things than Sir was, and I liked it. I wondered what the next time, or times, would be like, and my clitty twitched at that thought as I left, reflecting on the events of the day as I made my way home.



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After I got home, I came harder than I remember ever cumming, buzzing afterwards. Shame didn't last long, and arousal took over quickly again. I came hard twice more that night, drifting off to sleep wanting more. I played with myself every chance I could over the next few days, reliving the memory of becoming a helpless fucktoy, and the two men that did it to me only fanned the flame with the texts they sent during that time.

"You took your lesson well, slut, we're more than happy to teach you again and again, as long as you're a good whore."

"Your sissy button was easy to find, slut, you'd better return soon if you want to feel our cocks sliding over it again."

"We have more toys for next time, slut, don't disappoint us or you won't be allowed back to play with them."

I was too nervous and horny to reply with much other than a "Thank you Daddy", or, "I want to be a good slut, Sir." As horny as I was for more experience with these men, The rational side of me resisted. Have I already gone too far? How deep did this well of perversion go, and did I want to find out? Yet, every time I pondered it, the stories and porn that kept me up late at night crept into my thoughts, and how the possibilities could unfold from my new experience. They hadn't hurt me, and they let me go after giving me what I had asked for, so I felt somewhat safe. My sissy hole was sore for a few days, but once that subsided, I felt the itch in my pussy and my mind, pushing me to meet with them again.

I texted them back. "I'm free tomorrow night, Daddy & Sir, may I please have another lesson?"

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Daddy's house was near town, and didn't take long to get to on the bus. It was nice, but so ordinary in the suburbs, you'd never know by looking what happened behind his door. They decided to move my lessons there, which Daddy said was more equipped to teach little sissy sluts their place, but he said fun might still be had at Sir's apartment. There seemed to be a lot of room in his 2 story home, but the only tour I got was down into the basement, where the playroom was set up.

"That's a good little slut, I missed those cute cocksucking lips. Don't slow down, take it deep, whore." Daddy sternly said as I sucked him.

My wrists were once again cuffed up behind me, attached to my collar, with Daddy holding a heavy chain leash instead of the thinner one from before. I was wearing my whore outfit and 5 inch heels from my first time with them, my makeup appropriately slutty. This time, the cuffs and collar were secured by padlocks, and even the chain that tethered my wrists upward was thicker. I felt a little more trapped and helpless than before, and it was like a d**g I couldn't get enough of.

"She's such a good, obedient fucktoy, so eager to learn her place. There she is, all secure now." Sir chuckled behind me.

I was bent over a padded stool, and Sir had just finished putting new toys on me. My top had been pulled up to make room for the nipple clamps that bit into me, and the momentary pain turned to a throbbing discomfort that felt lewd and obscene, amplifying the feeling of submission. Ankle cuffs were locked onto me, separated by a spreader bar he attached to the stool's base. A wide strap kept my belly tight against the padded surface as he twisted the familiar plug in and out of my sissy hole.

"The little whore loves being helpless, more than most of the sissies I've used. I didn't think she'd come back this fast." Sir laughed, smacking my ass.

"Me either. It's been a while since I've had a slut this naturally good, but she needs to learn a few things before she's ready for something more than play." Daddy intoned as he used the leash to control my head on his rod.

"True, but I think she's headed that way already, wants it too much for her own good. It's hard to believe she was a virgin less than a week ago." Sir chuckled.

I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but the intense feelings from a few days ago were building again, and I knew I wanted to learn as much as I could from these men. The deal was the same as before, I had a safeword to use in case I needed a break, but it was clear that once they started using me, I wouldn't be able to stop it or leave. Daddy kept teasing that if I used it, I might not be able to come back for more, and I wanted to come back.

Soon, both men were fucking into me as they had last week. Their use was rougher, the smacks on my ass stinging more, with harder poundings and mouthfucking. They kept my sissy button, my prostate, stimulated at the right angles and speeds, and it wasn't long before I was mewling incoherently as Daddy held up my head once more to slap each side of my face occasionally, telling me what a good little whore I was.

After switching positions and using me hard some more, they pulled out and looked at their handiwork, panting for more of the same. Sir walked to a cabinet, and pulled out a large dildo that was soon lodged firmly up my well fucked hole.

"We're going to take a small break, but we'll be back soon. Open up, there's more for you to try out." Daddy said with a smirk.

I obeyed, and a moment later a metal ring gag was placed between my teeth and secured around my head. Feeling the buckle tight around my head, I also felt the dildo start vibrating strongly, pressed up against my sissy button. A piece of tape across my ass kept it in place. As I started to moan again, a black cloth was placed over my eyes, and tied around my head. My moans intermingled with whimpers at the new additions.

"You're getting a fuller treatment today, whore, you can thank us later. Don't have too much fun while we're gone, hehe" Daddy laughed as I heard them exit the playroom and close the door. All I could do was moan and squirm, realizing how thoroughly I was tied and locked to this bench, gagged, blindfolded, stuffed, and left alone to contemplate my utter helplessness at the hands of these men. It was more intense than it had been before, and a part of me whimpered pathetically at the thought of nobody knowing where I went today, before getting relentlessly turned on by that same thought.

If I wasn't addicted before, I was now hooked for sure, not wanting to go very long without this kind of treatment. It terrified me how much I loved it, a terror that only sharpened my arousal. What was wrong with me? I couldn't think clearly anymore, all I craved was this abuse. The safeword lingered, but I liked that I was gagged, unable to say it, as much as it made me nervous.

It was a lot longer than a few minutes, not that I could tell by how long. I heard them come back, though, and I was still squirming in my bonds, unable to touch my dripping clitty, or the dildo keeping me stimulated. They unstrapped me from the stool, and unhooked the spreader bar before helping me stand, and guiding me to another part of the playroom.

When I looked around before, there was a cross with shackles, a cabinet with all sorts of straps and toys, and a padded table of some kind. I felt myself being laid down on my back on the table, my cuffs momentarily unhooked. My collar was clipped to the table behind my head, the spreader bar was reattached to my ankles, and they bent my legs up, folding me as they looped a chain between the bar and the front of my collar. A strap went around my midsection, securing me to the table, and my wrists were finally attached to the same place as my ankles on the bar, with my ass hanging slightly over the edge.

Open, vulnerable, and immobilized, they knew how to handle me, *******, pinching, and slapping me as they manipulated my prone body. My moans and yelps filled the space as they played with me, untaping the dildo and slowly fucking me with it. Soon, the ring gag came away, but the blindfold remained.

"Your clitty is so stiff and dripping, slut, it's obvious that you're loving this. Did you enjoy your little break, chained up and alone? We even locked the doors behind us to make sure, hehe" Daddy cruelly chuckled.

"Unnnghhh yes Daddy, thank you Daddy!!" I whimpered out, being driven crazy by the constant bondage and stimulation.

"Of course, now that we were generous enough to give you that break, you won't need your safeword for the rest of the day, will you, whore?"

I whimpered for a moment, the thought of having my only choice removed, as small as it was, was daunting to my nearly defeated rational mind, but it quickly became another link in the chain binding me to these men. If they took it away, I wouldn't be tempted to use it, and risk not being invited back.

With that hesitation, Daddy slapped each side of my face again. The humiliation, combined with everything, pushed me over the edge.

"Ohhhh god.. y...you're right, Daddy.. Please take it away from me uunngghhhh"
The words fell out of me as my moans increased in pitch.

"Good whore." Daddy said with some satisfaction, a moment later, a ball gag was stuffed in my mouth, strap secured, and the dildo removed. My pussy missed the feeling for only a few seconds, quickly replaced by Sir's cock, and he wasted no time in finding the right spot as he fucked me long and deep.

They continued their pleasurable assault on me. Calling me filthy names, spanking my ass, pulling on my nipple clamps, slapping my face occasionally, and even gripping my throat lightly, squeezing a little as my muffled sissy mewlings let them know that every piece of bondage and treatment were making me too far gone to care about anything other than being a real, undeniable sissy fucktoy for these men, who knew how to play me like a cheap fiddle.

I lost track of time again, all that mattered was the delirious feeling of cock and helplessness. Eventually, Sir pulled out, and was replaced by Daddy, stretching my hole for him again as he immediately began roughly fucking me while Sir tended to the clamps pulling and face slapping. They kept it up for some time before Daddy started changing his rhythms, I could feel myself starting to become sore and exhausted, even though my brain screamed for more.

"Yeah, little helpless fucktoy. All tied up in a basement, dressed like a fucking whore, being used by two men old enough to be your father. I bet your parents would love to see you right now, bet they have no clue what a little sissy slut you're becoming" Daddy growled.

His words only added fuel to the fire, shame mixing with pleasure that sent a stab of lust through me. They laughed at my high pitched whimpers, and I felt pressure building underneath the pleasure. Daddy didn't stop fucking or growling.

"Yeah, you're a fucking natural sissy whore, can't get enough cock and cum. Maybe we should turn you into our sissy sex slave. Unngh. Would you like that, whore? You'll be dressed up and serving cock a lot, being used often, just like this, an on-call whore."

Pressure continued to mount deep down as I took in his words, his cock, and his spankings. Sir punctuated the words with well timed face slaps, and I felt more humiliation at my position than I thought possible moments before. Daddy wasn't done yet, though.

"Mmm you'll make such a good slave, whore. You're about ready to meet our friends, they absolutely love abusing sissies like you, and you're too good not to share with the group. Yeah, you'll make a great little group whore."

At picturing being a slave to more cocks, and not having a choice in the matter, I let out a tortured moan as I exploded. Without touching it, my clitty erupted all over my belly, my chest, even reaching my face, in the most powerful orgasm of my life, my first sissygasm. Daddy kept grinding his cock against my sissy button as I came all over myself, slowing to a drizzle. His constant stimulation prolonged the event, and I was powerless to stop it as the moments of pure bliss stretched on for longer than I knew was possible. Something in me broke, and the rational side of my brain was nowhere to be found.

I didn't register much after that, until the blindfold was taken off, and the gag removed. I saw the two of them with their cocks pointed at my face, and I whimpered as their jets of cum once again covered and decorated my face.

I lay there, bound, as I came down and regained my senses. Daddy and Sir had cleaned up in the nearby bathroom, and helped me out of my trappings. There were moments of pain as the clamps came off, followed by a dull throbbing, and being bound and used in those ways for that long, left me sore. They helped me to the bathroom, with undressing, and cleanup, letting me take my time and rest a bit afterward. Daddy said he'd keep my outfit at his house, for the next time, and nodded in my post-bondage haze, before Sir drove me back into town.

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That night, totally spent, I fell into a deep sleep dreaming of being tied, surrounded by faceless men and large cocks. Even in my rest, I could not escape the new desires that drove me forward into the hands of Daddy, moreso than Sir.

My alarm woke me, and I was still aroused from the previous night. I took an effort shrug it off on my way to my job, my rational side trying to reassert itself, but I was distracted throughout the work day, the intense memories and feelings regularly invading my thoughts & daydreams.

Was last night going too far, too deep? Was this safe? How is this going to affect my life, my job, and school? But I also rationalized that I was unharmed, and that the ways they hurt me were very arousing. They let me go, and made sure that I was healthy and clean, Sir even giving me a ride afterward to my part of town. What's the harm in going back? The choice was still mine. The choice..

It's as though they were testing me with each new turn of helplessness and humiliation, seeing how I respond to such rough treatment. So deliciously rough..
It all floated in my mind for hours, and I got texts from both men as the day progressed. Sir's kind side was comforting, but somehow less appealing than it was just a few short days ago.

"You did very well, Amber, taking harsher treatment than most sluts can take. Not too sore or disturbed today?"

"No Sir, I'm fine, thank you.. I had a lot of fun. I'm still processing it, thinking about it all.."

"That's good, Amber. I want to make sure you can handle it, before you get in too deep. The rabbit hole goes a lot further, and you might not be so addicted that you can still walk away."

"Yes sir.. I think I understand.. thank you, I'm not sure about a lot right now, but I'm figuring it out."

"Good slut".

I wondered what he meant exactly, but I was afraid to ask. Or I didn't want to know yet. Daddy's texts were firmer, and I found myself wanting to listen to him more.

"You're a gifted fucktoy, slut. You took the abuse well, and are coming along quickly. Next time should be even more memorable."

"Thank you, Daddy... what will happen next time, do you really have more friends who would join in?"

"When you come back, you'll find out, slut. I think you need to be kept in suspense a little. My friend checked in with you, and told you that you could still walk away, before going too deep, yes?

"Yes Daddy.... but I don't want to walk away, I want to see how far it goes... will it be safe?"

"Safe? You won't be injured, or hurt.. at least not any more past what you've already experienced. I know you liked most, or all of it.

"Thank you, Daddy. And yes.. all of it.."

"Good. I'm emailing you some stories, and some porn links. They'll give you a clue as to what might be in store for you, depending on how you respond to things."

"Respond, Daddy?"

"Yes, slut. We need to make sure that you can handle it, and that you really do want it. Since you're newer to this, you probably haven't had many fantasies, and we've already blown past them. Am I right?"

"Yes Daddy..."

"So now you need an idea of what's beyond that, and where you might fit. Follow the instructions in the email, and we'll talk soon, slut."

"Yes, thank you, Daddy."

After work, there was an email waiting for me with instructions to read & watch the attached stories & porn, with a plug or dildo up my ass, but not to cum, and to tell Daddy when I had viewed them all. My roommates were still at work, so I had privacy for a few more hours.

Soon, a modest dildo, thin 6 inch vibrator, was lubed and up my sissy hole as I sat on it, beginning to view what Daddy had sent. A lot of them were about gangbanging tied little sissies like me, which was really turning me on, but intermixed with many of the stories were more extreme things. Slavery, blackmail, sex in seedy places, and I moaned loudly as I pictured myself in their places. Each piece seemed so crazy and wrong, but so unbelievably naughty that I couldn't help but grind against the dildo while savoring every word.

I knew I shouldn't tell Daddy or Sir which parts I liked best, out of fear of it happening to me, but I wondered if that mattered.. if I show up next time. No.. when I show up next time. I was so aroused & a little confused about what I wanted, or needed, but the rational side was losing again to my growing addiction.

After replying to Daddy, I was definitely highly aroused, and wanted permission to cum while thinking of all the new naughty possibilities that had been shown to me. Daddy's reply was a simple message with an attached video.

"Cum while watching this, whore"

I clicked play, and I nearly choked on my own arousal. It was a video they took while I was strapped to the table on my back, blindfolded & gagged. Seemingly set up on a tripod I never knew was there.

Daddy was fucking me, with Sir ******* and slapping. The dirty talk was clear, and for the first time, I saw myself being used as a helpless fucktoy. I knew that nobody would be able to recognize me underneath everything strapped to my face, but the nervousness mixed with my arousal, and I felt a similar stab of lust I had felt the previous night.

I looked like a whore, a whore who loved every second, and who deserved every slap and spank while being used. I bounced on the dildo, panting like a bitch, rubbing my own clitty, and my orgasm came fast and hard.

I had trouble sleeping that night.


4
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My dreams were once again filled with delightful perversion, with the new possibilities adding into already torrid imagery of cock and helplessness. I drifted in and out of sleep, horny, waking in the morning to find I had cum all over myself in the night.

The next couple of days were almost a blur. My sissy hole was still a little sore, but was getting used to being stuffed, and the itch returned faster. When I wasn't working, I read those new stories, and watched the video of me, over and over again, cumming myself dry several times a day, and even looking for other stories with similar themes to devour. Teasing texts from Daddy and Sir about what a good whore and slut I was, only spurred me onward, and I was awash in a tide of lustfulness that I couldn't reason my way through, as much as I worried about how far this was getting out of hand.

In the middle of all of it, though, a new problem blindsided me. One of my roommates flunked out of school, and was moving out. The 2nd roommate knew before I did, and was already on his way out the door to stay with a friend, leaving me alone to either find new roommates, or a new place to live. Even if I picked up extra shifts, there's no way I could afford it on my own.

When Saturday morning began, I knew I should take the weekend to look for a solution, having both days off from work, and I took my laptop with me to a cafe, hoping the change of environment would help me focus on my search through listings, and keep my mind off the recent events that had penetrated deep into my world already. However, looking at all of the disheartening options quickly had me looking at the stories that Daddy had sent me, and my attention wavered in spite of my public setting.

I was there for maybe an hour, in a secluded corner, when I got a text from Daddy.

"Good morning, slut. I trust you've rested up and will be ready for another lesson soon. Perhaps even today, hmm?"

I squirmed in my seat at the implications, but my anxiety from my living situation kept me from succumbing to the lust completely in my reply.

"Good morning, Daddy, I'm rested, but I'm having a bad morning with some things that have come up, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to play.."

"That's unfortunate, little slut, Sir and I are looking forward to teaching you more very soon. What has you in such a mood today?"

"It's complicated, Daddy, but it has to do with me being able to stay in town. I'm worried I won't be able to keep going to college."

"I see. Where are you now, slut?"

I paused, I could tell him I was home with company, or busy with something else today, but I felt a pull that wanted to give him the truth.

"At the coffeeshop on 4th, Daddy, I had to get out of the apartment for a while to focus."

"Stay there, Sir and I will meet you in 10 minutes".

They were coming here.. "Yes Daddy."

I spent the 10 minutes trying not to read one of the kinkier stories that came to mind, but I failed, and soon they arrived, spotting me, and sitting on either side of the table in a way that cornered me by the wall. I hated that I liked the feeling of it, and I told them about my apartment problems.

"My parents can't afford to help out that much, and there's still a couple of months left on the lease. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet, but I might have to move back home, and I've already worked so hard to be here." I let it all out, despondently. It also occurred to me that if I had to move back home, I wouldn't be able to learn at the hands of these men anymore, and the possibility of losing this newfound world of desire started to eat at me.

Sir and Daddy looked at each other with a smirk, and then leaned it towards me a little more.

Sir spoke first. "You know, Amber, we can help ...take your mind off of your problem for a little while, perhaps it will clear your head and some new idea will ..come."

"Yes, we might even be able to help in some way. We know many people in town with connections that could ...benefit you, and we know how much of a ...hard worker you are." Daddy said with a strange grin.

I wasn't sure what they were getting at, but the innuendo was clear, and the thought of going with them for another lesson was exciting me as I admitted to myself that I wasn't going to be able to solve my problem as long as submission was so strongly on my mind. And if they were willing to help me find a way to stay, it made me feel at least a little better..

"Maybe... I'm not sure, Daddy... you might be right, though.." I admitted hesitantly.

"Good slut" Daddy said in a low voice. "However, if you come with us, it won't just be another lesson. We're going to start taking a little more ..control of you, and taking you deeper."

"C..control? How, Daddy?" My breathing quickened as all of the new possibilities came rushing into my brain again, feeling a little more real at his words. Fear and excitement twisted together in my stomach, and my rational side took a blow.

"That's what we're going to find out tonight, slut. Remember, we won't hurt you, and we think you'll love it anyway. We have all day, and we'll start off slow." Daddy said almost kindly.

He continued. "In the stories you read, did you come across anything in particular that you thought was ..interesting? Or perhaps terrible. Or maybe a bit of both, slut?"

I shrugged, unsure of how I should answer, or how much I should tell them.
"I don't know, Daddy.. it was all ..a lot, I guess.." My cheeks were flush.

"Yes.. there's a lot that happens in them. They're some of our.. favorites." Daddy left it hanging in the air, and I stayed speechless for the moment.

"We're going to get coffee to go. While we do, you can get up, leave, and that can be that, you'll never have to see us again." Sir leveled with me, showing a little compassion.

"However, if you're here when we get back, the lesson will begin, and you'll have to earn your breaks. No more safeword. Understand, Slut?" Daddy still had that grin, and there was something a little dangerous behind his eyes All I could do was nod as they rose from their chairs.

My rational side told me to get up and run, but that voice was becoming smaller and smaller. Would they really be able to help out? I would get to keep playing with them, and all I had to do was nothing. The implications of continuing with them welled up inside me, my addiction blossoming more as I sat there indecicively. If I didn't make the choice, they would make it for me... is that what I wanted? Or worse.. what I needed?

I was so entrenched in the thoughts that kept me from moving, head looking down, afraid to break the spell, that I lost track of time. A hand reached down, slowly taking my phone from the table, and was slipped into a pocket. Another set of hands closed the lid of my laptop, sliding it into my bag, before being flung over a shoulder. Daddy and Sir stood there expectantly, my devices in their possession. Daddy's hand helped me up, and almost in a trance, I was guided from the coffeeshop, down the street, and into the back of Sir's car.

In moments, rope was coiled around my wrists, my mouth put to use as the car sped forward.

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To my surprise, they bought me a new outfit, sluttier than the one I left at Daddy's place. The short plaid skirt, pleated and pink, stopped where my ass cheeks began, revealing them if I bent over even slightly. White fishnet stockings with little pink bows were held up by a garter belt that only framed my girly ass more. A small white collared shirt with matching plaid trim left my midriff bare, except for the white mesh shirt that covered my upper body and arms in a slutty net like my stockings. Pink 6 inch platform pump heels now adorned my feet, with locking ankle straps.

Everything was locked onto me. Pink wrist, ankle, upper arm, and thigh cuffs were snugly in place with little padlocks, as was my collar, and a thin strap harness with metal rings around my torso, resting atop the mesh. Looking at myself in the mirror after finishing my makeup, I looked like a complete sex doll.

Heavy chains kept my wrists linked behind me, and my ankles locked together as I stayed on my knees, leisurely sucking on Sir's cock as the plug vibrated in my pussy. He was seated in a chair in Daddy's basement entertainment room, next to the play room I had previously been acquainted with. There was a large leather sectional couch as well, with a big TV in the corner, which was playing some bondage porn similar to my chained position.

"You're really coming along, slut, I don't feel any teeth. Told you we would start out slow, we have the whole day ahead of us."
Sir guided my head with the heavy chain leash and a hand on my head.

Daddy was upstairs, and in my trance I had no idea how much time was passing. A half hour? More? It didn't matter, as long as I could keep up my sucking well enough. Eventually, Daddy came down and switched places with Sir, who left the basement for a while as I sucked my 2nd cock of the day.

"Pace yourself, slut, you'll be at this for a while. Learning to give long blowjobs in chains is on you, so save some of that energy for later. You'll need it."

I moaned around him as I kept a good rhythm, enjoying the taste, smell, and feel. His grip on me and the leash, the feel of heavy chains keeping me bound, pushed me further under in a submissive state, and I relished the feeling.

After a time, Sir returned downstairs, and I was carried to the playroom, placed in a corner with my leash tethered to a loop on the wall, watching as they set up a metal frame with hanging chains and straps in the middle of the room. I recognized it as a sling, remembering how fun it was to think of someday trying one. I licked my lips in anticipation.

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"Time to test just how naughty you want to be, whore" Daddy grunted as he filled my pussy with his wrapped and lubed cock.

"Yes Daddy.." was all I could meekly say as he took his time fucking me with long even strokes, grazing my prostate.

I was firmly planted in the sling on my back, my limbs secured by locks to the 4 chains that kept me suspended off the ground, each cuff at my lower and upper limbs used to keep me immobile as my arms and legs were bent and splayed up and out by the chains. A strap around my midsection finished it off, as my head dangled backward.

"We're going to give you some questions, and see what grade you get. We'll know if you're lying, we went through your browser history and saw what you read and watched. Over and over again. So just be a good little whore and tell the truth." Sir gripped the back of my head and held it upright, almost whispering menacingly into my ear.

"Nnnn Yes Sir..." The blindfold kept most of the light out, tightly tied around my head. The nipple clamps bit into me just right, again amplifying the lewdness of my situation as I squirmed under their ministrations. I briefly wondered if they were filming again, but my mind kept going blank from the mounting sensations before I could develop that mental image.

"But before we do, we want you to understand you position a little bit more. Say your old safeword now, and see what happens if you say it from now on. Do it, slut." Daddy tugged on the chain connecting my nipple clamps to each other, and to the tight strap around the base of my stiff clitty and aching sissy balls.

"Nnggg... Yes Daddy...... Red!" A slap hit the left side of my face. Then the right. They weren't as playful as the other slaps, they stung more, and were firmer. Humiliation surged as I whimpered. They didn't just take the safeword away, they turned it into something to make me feel more helpless, and my clitty twitched. My ass muscles reacted, too, squeezing down on Daddy's cock, deep in me, betraying the excitement I felt to him.

"Good, I felt that squeeze, whore. Every time I feel that squeeze, I'll know it means yes. Now for the test. First, you want to meet our friends and become our little group gangbang fuckdoll, don't you."

"Unnngghhh Yes Daddyy..." I squeezed down on his cock again hard. I felt lighter slaps on my face, and it kept me whimpering.

"Second. You like the idea of being a sex slave, an on call whore for us, not allowed to say 'no', don't you, whore."

"Fuckk.... nnngghh.... Yes Daddyy.. ahhh." 2 more slaps followed. I could feel the pressure of a sissygasm starting, but the strap around my clitty and balls was keeping me in check.

"Third, you fucking love the possibility of being blackmailed, trapped into being that sex slave, don't you, fucktoy."

"Ggguuuhhh... oh god.. Yes Daddyy..." I squeezed again, much harder. Slap. Slap.

"Fourth. You want to be so completely trapped, that you'd be a piece of property. Property to be taken to park restrooms and pimped out to strangers. Wouldn't you, you little whore."

"Unngggghhh.... aaahhhh... Yyy.. Yess Daddyyy..." Squeezed even more. Slap. Slap.

"Fifth. You know that's all going to happen to you now, and that you don't have a choice. Don't you, fuckslave"

"Oohh goddd.... oohhh... Y..yess Daddyyy". I was almost incoherent as I twitched and squeezed more. 2 last hard slaps drove me deeper still. I was on fire, the pressure building more and more as I moaned and mewled. In that moment, I felt how in-over-my-head I was getting, and I cursed myself for being so unbearably excited by the thought. Something in me was breaking like last time, but now it was going to be worse.

Then, the blindfold came off.

Four more men surrounded me, naked, hard, eyeing me like a piece of meat as Daddy and Sir kept abusing me. Strangers about to join them in that abuse.

A camera was set up nearby, capturing me at my most helpless, as was the camera one of the men was holding, taking a close up of my face as it dawned on me just how fucked I was. Sir jammed his fingers into my mouth, gripping my throat as Daddy spoke.

"It feels like you're about to squeeze my cock off. Looks like you understand. We have your phone, your contacts, your laptop, all of your information, and this is the first of many videos we're making of you. As long as you're a good ************ for us, your parents, friends, work, and school don't have to see what you are. You are my property now. I own you, whore."

I whimpered torturously around Sir's fingers as I heard the words I knew I needed to hear, my fate spelled out with certainty beyond my ability to sway. The pressure in my sissy balls was too much to bear now, as Daddy reached down and removed the straps from my clitty. I could feel it coming, and nothing would stop it now.

Daddy pulled out of me, but I wasn't empty for longer than a moment as one of his friends took his place, fucking me at the same kind of pace that Daddy was, expertly finding my prostate. Sir pulled my head backward, hanging upside down as he continued gripping my throat. For a second I saw a cock dangling level with my panting mouth, before another of their friends filled it. Daddy whispered in my ear as I was freshly spit roasted.

"Yeah, that's right, whore, you're just a plaything for men, now, and you don't have any choice anymore. Now our friends are using you, and a few more are on the way. Two strangers fucking your sissy holes, and you have no idea who they are. And you won't for a while." Daddy's whisper turned to a growl as he replaced the blindfold on my eyes.

It all hit me in one moment, the realization that it was all coming true, and that I was in too deep to get out. I was trapped, in the middle of men I didn't know, swept up in a bad situation as they used and abused my helpless body for their pleasure, and for mine. They turned me into a sex slave so quickly, I saw it coming, and I let it happen.

With unknown cocks pistoning into my bound body, their property, the dam broke, and I exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life so far. My mind went blank from the pleasure as my clitty erupted all over myself, splattering my legs, belly, chest, making it up to my chin, and the pleasure didn't stop as the man in my pussy knew how to keep my sissy button under constant attention.

All I could do was writhe and moan as they broke me, turning me into a mindless sex toy that hungered for more cock, more abuse, more humiliation, no longer able to go back to what I once was, even if I did have the choice. I belonged to them, and I was only going to be taken deeper still, more than I knew was possible.

The rest was a blur of pleasure and humiliation as they kept me double stuffed at all times. One man would pull out, and another would take their place, and I could barely tell the difference, only able to feel the sizes of each cock. They played with my clamps, choked my throat, slapped my face, spanked my ass, and called me every filthy name they wanted. Constantly stimulating me, cum dribbling out of my clitty, with fresh prolonged sissygams crashing my brain again and again. I knew that I would do whatever they wanted to feel this again and again, my addiction consuming me.

After a long time in my cockslut trance, I could feel myself being unstrapped from the sling, and placed over a padded stool, secured in place with my wrists up and behind me, attached to my collar. A cock was once again inside me from behind, and my blindfold came off again. More men were in the room, I couldn't tell if it was two, or three, but one of them had another camera, capturing all of me in my broken state. I whimpered and moaned incoherently, exhausted, as one of the men stuffed my mouth again. This time, they filmed my face as each cock took their turn, my lust showing as i bobbed my head over and over.

One by one, they used my mouth for a minute, before pulling out to splatter their loads all over my face, and into my mouth. Six, seven, eight loads, and the cock in my pussy pulled out. It was Daddy who gave me facial number nine, and I felt a vibrating plug pushed into my ass, taped into place. Nine men..

I panted and caught my breath as they took pictures in the break of the action. Soon, a ring gag was strapped into my mouth, cum dripping off my face. Soreness began to come as Daddy and Sir unstrapped me from the stool, and helped me to my feet. One of the men with a camera followed to the side as I was brought near the far corner. Sir leaned down to roll back the carpet, and pulled up a metal loop embedded in the floor, twisting the lock open to reveal a panel in the hardwood that swiveled up and open.

The hole was about 6 ft long, and maybe 2 ft wide & deep. The hatch, like the bottom and the sides, were padded, and I blushed at the thought of being in there. They unclipped my wrists from my collar behind me, relaxing my arms, before clipping my ankles together, and running a chain from them up to my wrists. Daddy and Sir grabbed me, lowering me down in the hole, laying me down on the padding. I looked up at them, whimpering pathetically as Daddy leaned over with his crooked smile.

"Get some rest, whore, you earned a break. We'll be back to clean you up for more fun, and to show you how things will change for you, so get some sleep. You'll come to know this spot very well, soon." He chuckled as he stood up.

The camera pointed at my cum covered face as they closed the hatch over me, the light shrinking to a sliver, then nothing as the panel was set into place. I heard the lock click, and exhaustion swept over me as this new layer of entrapment hit.

I felt broken, used, completely helpless, trapped, and still relentlessly turned on by all of it. Nobody knew where I was, and even of they did, there's no way they'd find me down here. Locked in a secret hole under Daddy's basement, stored as a toy until they were ready to play with me again.

Between that, and the vibrating plug in my pussy, I came again as I fell into slumber.


Amber's Descent - 5
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Even in sleep, I could not escape lust. Locked in the padded hole underneath the playroom, I dreamed an extension of what I'd already gone through that day, a blur of faceless men spearing me at each end with hard cocks, over and over. A heavy feeling shutting out the entire world, my whole existence in service to these cocks that owned me.

Owned.. the vivid senses of my dreams faded into darkness as I awoke. There was no light in the hole, all I could do was wriggle around and feel the padding on all sides, the walls and top close at 2 feet deep and wide. I could breath well, so there seemed to be plenty of air. I thought back to the times I was sure I wouldn't be hurt, reassured by them, and it kept me from panicking. My breathing deepened as I thought it through. They meant to keep me for a while, telling me things would change. Change how? Everything they've done is to make me more helpless, and feel more trapped. All part of the lesson, a lesson I was learning to be so very real.

It didn't take long for the fresh memory of being broken to flood my thoughts. The plug still vibrated in my sissy hole, the lustful haze rising as my anxiety fell, and soon I was squirming in both memory and anticipation. My confinement amplified the waves of arousal that were crashing over me. Time passed, the waves continued, and eventually I heard the lock-handle turning above me.

Light hit my eyes as Daddy propped open the hatch. He reached down and began lifting my bound form out of the pit, unshackling my ankles and helping me to my feet, still teetering on high heels.

"I think 2 hours is enough time in the hole for a break, it seems like you slept. Good, your lesson is far from over. Time to get you cleaned up, fucktoy." Daddy guided me out of the playroom, into the bathroom next to it, where my original whorish clothes were waiting for me.

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I hadn't ridden a cock before, but that day was a first time for a lot of things. Daddy and 3 of his friends were sitting in the entertainment room in the basement, with one or two others wandering in and out of the basement, one of them always holding a camera, with another one recording on a tripod nearby. I was facing away from one of those friends, bouncing up and down on his thick cock as he reclined in his seat. His hands steadied me as I rode him, my hands were chained up and behind me once more to my collar, and each bounce was tugging the leather against my throat as I panted like a slut in heat.

The men sat naked, stroking their hard cocks as they watched me work the cock in my ass, as well as the entertainment on the TV. It was probably about 70 inches of screen, and taking up every bit of it was the video they took of the gangbang earlier in the day. I saw myself in high definition, dressed as a sex toy, locked up in the sling as the men used me. Every so often, the camera angle changed, and I felt more impaled by the shame and lust than I did by the cock I fucked onto repeatedly.

"Yeah, horny little bitch really loves watching herself getting broken in. She photographs so well, too, there are so many shots where her face is crystal clear. Her family will have no trouble recognizing her if they see this. There's even a little surprise for her in a minute, hehe." Daddy came into view beside me, reaching out to hold my head up by my hair, making sure I looked at the TV, as well as his hard dangling prick.

I moaned as I kept bouncing, doing my best to keep my prostate rubbed. My clitty was hard again, and the cockring and straps were secured around it and my balls once more. He was right, I couldn't get enough of seeing myself like that, digging the hole deeper and deeper, making me want to be taken further to see myself being humiliated and degraded in whatever way they want me to be. Daddy stood close, cradling my face with his free hand, pressing his thumb into my mouth. In a minute or less, the picture changed to something else familiar.

It was Sir's apartment, my second visit there. A hidden camera capturing my first time in bondage as I sucked cock. Watching that, realizing how far they went to make me feel as submissive as possible, I whimpered around Daddy's thumb as I saw myself give up my safeword that first time, and admit over the phone how I was cuffed and sucking to a stranger. The camera angle changed, more than one camera hidden to capture my slutty acts, Daddy showing up behind me as they both began to teach me about being dominated.

"God damn, this whore is gonna squeeze my cock off. She's eating it up like she's starving!" The man under me said as he pulled me harder onto his cock.

Daddy chuckled. "Yeah. Every time she experiences something new like this, she takes to it faster than a duck to water. One of the most natural little whores I've ever come across."

"Damn. I can't tell if she's lucky or not that she met you. How far are you gonna take her?"

"Far. I'm not letting this one go anytime soon, and she handed me a golden opportunity I'm not passing up. Whores like her have slipped through the cracks before, but that's not happening this time. Oh no. She's mine now. She'll find out how deep she's in soon enough." Daddy took his thumb from my mouth, replacing it with his cock as they spitroasted me.

They talked about me like I wasn't there, like an object who didn't matter, except in its use as a toy. There were so many aspects of humiliation they used on me at once, and I was every bit as hungry for it as they said. All that came out of me were moans and whimpers as I heard plans about me that I had no choice on, and I kept squeezing down on the cock in my pussy, while trying to give Daddy my best oral attentions.

I didn't have the presence of mind to think too much about what they were saying, I was deep in my submissive trance with no signs of surfacing, only feeling the ground sink beneath me an inch at a time.

Daddy pulled out of my mouth and yanked my head back, looking up at him, panting with half closed, almost out of focus eyes. "Today's a big day for her, bigger than she knows yet. She's going to learn that it's real...."

SLAP. Across my face, Daddy punctuated his words.

"That she's trapped."

SLAP.

"That she's a piece of property."

SLAP.

"And that she won't have a choice for a long."

SLAP.

"Long."

SLAP.

"Time."

SLAP.

I was incoherent as I meweled under the fresh humiliation of his slaps, driving me further down with each word, knowing it to be true. My ass muscles squeezed hard with every jolt.

"Jesus, the whore is about to take my cock off, I'm gonna blow. Get her on her knees."

The man pulled me off of him, and Daddy pushed me to my knees, as his friend stood over me, thick cock pointed at my open mouth. Moments later, he let loose his load across my reddened cheeks and outstretched tongue, marking me for the first time since they let me out of the hole. I was beyond reason or sense, I only wanted more.

I didn't pay much attention to words being said around me at that point, registering only that they talked about me, and never to me. I only felt my heavy chain leash being tugged as I was moved to the next man, another friend who's name I didn't know, and I was pulled onto his cock to ride like a sissy cowgirl again, facing the TV. The videos continued as they used me, likely on repeat as I was passed around. Riding, being slapped, spitroasted, kept deep in sub-space with every act as they filmed.

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At first, I could feel every lurch, bump, and turn on the road. I couldn't tell where we were going, or rather, where they were taking me, but my ability to think was nowhere to be found. Locked and in the dark as I was.

I don't know how many of them passed me around and used me as a cumdump, I lost count quickly, and afterwards I was marched into the bathroom for more cleanup and outfit change. It was similar to my first outfit I had met sir in. Very similar.. a cute short pink dress, white stockings, but in pink ankle strap heels, and the pink cuffs and collar with whorish makeup reapplied.

The ring and straps around my clitty remained, and the familiar plug filled me as I stayed panting and horny for their pleasure. I was led upstairs and into the garage, where a van was waiting. Next to the van, though, was a large open foot locker trunk, and I was nervous when they had me kneel in it, chains being looped through my cuffs. A set of goggles with a smartphone were put over my eyes, large headphones over my ears, and my mouth was pulled open, the ring gag secured once more as they finished binding me, closing the lid with a thud, a lock being placed on the latch. I was lifted and loaded into the van.

The goggles and headphones filled my senses with more footage of me, this time including my riding the men on the couch. Clips from different angles played out of order, showing me being used and surrounded by different men each time, my own moans and their words of objectification assaulting me as I writhed in my box prison. My owners were keeping me constantly stimulated and reminded of my place as a toy, a mere plaything who exists for sex at their whim, and at no point did they relax that pressure. Several times on screen, my information flashed over shots of my cum stained face. Name, address, parents numbers, old friends, school emails. Each one a fresh nail in my coffin of servitude. I was being driven crazy, constantly on fire.

After the ride ended, my goggles were removed and I was lifted from the foot locker. They set me out walking, surrounded by Daddy, Sir, and 2 of their friends. Glancing around, I could see other cars in the parking lot, with another joining them. The light was starting to get low under the trees, we seemed to be near woods, or in a park, the trail leading to a building with an "Out of Order" sign hung out front. The men disregarded it as they pulled my chain collar, guiding me through the door as I whimpered.

It was a public restroom.

I choked on my own lust once more.

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Light flickered intermittently in the restroom, the bulb needing replacement. Urinals lined one wall, and several stalls were on the other side, near the sinks. It seemed run down, but relatively clean, though it still had a bit of a smell. Smell that mixed with the scent of hard cock driving into my sissy mouth. On my knees, hands once again chained up and behind me, and a spreader bar between my ankles. One of the men was fucking me with a dildo as I sucked, and cameras were recording my every move, my heavy chain leash looped around and locked to one of the urinals.

I was lost in my feverish lust as they surrounded me in such a degrading place, Daddy fulfilling his words from earlier in the day. The top of my dress was pulled down, and the nipple clamps were on me, connected to my clitty strap, and I did my best to keep up with the cock picking up the pace in my mouth. The lewdness of the clamps, combined with the filthy nature of my surroundings, drove me another notch deeper than I had been before. I felt like I was drowning under the constant pressure, the intoxication taking me further through the broken subservient hunger they'd unleashed in me.

"See? The little whore is eating it up like a goddamn buffet. Soon she'll get all the cock she can take. I have something special for her tonight, too, a little cherry on top. She'll be ready for it soon." Daddy chuckled as I didn't miss a beat.

The men swapped out for a while, I was beyond caring, just wanting more. Then, the last of them stepped away. The restroom door opened, and in stepped a new man. As he stepped closer, it became apparent to me, the uniform he wore.. belonged to a police officer.

I felt my heart beating hard through the lust. For a moment, I was afraid we were busted, my eyes growing wide as i looked at his imposing physique getting closer. Until he turned and shook hands with Daddy.

"You weren't lying, this one really does look like fun. Mind if I get a crack at her?"
The cop asked.

"Be my guest, our arrangement stands. You always get first option when I bring a whore out to one of these spots." Daddy grinned, not even glancing at me.

"Great. I haven't had a good blowjob in a couple of weeks, this one looks like it's worth keeping off the official radar. Some of the other boys will want a piece, probably a couple of the higher ups. Mind if I put the word out?" The cop stepped towards me, undoing his pants as he talked.

"Do it. I'm breaking her in deep today, and that will be perfect." Daddy took a camera and moved in closer.

The cop grabbed my hair and pulled my head onto his cock. It wasn't as big as some of the others, easier to manage, but it still filled up my sissy mouth as he fucked my face. One of the men kept the dildo in my ass going, and it sank in more what kind of a situation I was in, at the mercy of men who were protected by the police.. police who would use me just like the others. Another link in the proverbial chain that bound me to these men, another layer of entrapment and control. The thought fueled me as I put more effort into sucking him.

"Damn.. this whore is good. Where the fuck did you find this one?" The cop exclaimed.

"Trade secret, friend. They come looking for it, and we're right there waiting." Daddy replied.

"Well, however you do it, I'm glad I get a piece. Fuck. Whore's already gonna make me blow my load." The cop sped up his thrusts, making me gag a little.

"On her face, for the camera." Daddy zoomed in.

Spunk splattered across my face, and the cop cleaned up without a second glance.

"Damn, hit the spot. I'm gonna radio in to the boys, you'll be here for a while?" The cop tidied his uniform.

"Yeah, we just arrived, plenty of time for them to come get a piece of their own." Daddy handed the camera back to one of the men, grabbing my hair. "Get as many of them as you can, this whore needs a thorough lesson."

Daddy sank his cock into my face, and I moaned around its familiar taste. The more I tried not to think about the men who might come to use me, the more I failed, and the harder I sucked. Before long, Daddy stepped away, and a new stranger wandered into the restroom.

"I got the text, man, were those prices for real?" The stranger directed at Daddy and Sir.

"Yep. New whore special, getting lots of practice tonight. You're in?" Sir intoned.

"Hell yeah, man. I'll stick around for more, too." The stranger reached into his pocket and handed Daddy a small wad of bills.

I couldn't believe my eyes for a moment, more of it hitting home, and Daddy being true to his words. He was renting me out in the middle of this place, and made sure I saw it. Fuck. I had only imagined this as a far flung fantasy, even under his control, but it was actually happening. The stranger stepped up to me, pulling his cock out, and I knew that once it was between my lips, that I'd forever be a sissy prostitute. A real piece of property. My whimpers went up in pitch, and my eyes started to water up. That feeling of drowning in lust was eroding whatever was left between these terrible depths of perversion, and my normal sense of self, buried deep down in spite of the inescapable addiction.

Unable to do anything about it, the stranger began using my face like the cop had, spewing insults and names before his cum decorated my cheeks. Just like that, I was a sissy prostitute, and the fact that it was all on camera hit me hard as cum began leaking out of my strapped clitty in little streams, the pressure becoming too much to hold back, unable to be stopped. Tears were starting to streak down my face.

"The whore is leaking. Good, looks like she understands. Let's get her up and into the last stall, set up the equipment." Daddy smiled.

I was carried over into the larger handicapped stall at the end, and a chain hung from a crossbar above. It only took them a moment to have me suspended off the ground, bent over, feet spread by the spreader. One of the men removed the dildo, replacing it with his own cock, quickly getting into a familiar rhythm. I saw the cameras again, and Daddy came into view with a black cloth in his hand.

"Whores don't need to see who they're servicing, right boys?" Daddy chuckled, before slipping the blindfold around my eyes. I panted and whimpered more as I heard another stranger enter, and walk up to Daddy.

"I got the text..."

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Amber's Descent 6
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"This whore's ass is like a vice grip. Jesus, I'd love to have her on tap 24/7"

"You'll have your chances to use her again. This one will be a plaything for a healthy duration, but she belongs to me."

"Damn. Well, it'll be worth every penny."

I couldn't see the man talking to Daddy. I couldn't see any of them. All of them strangers to my ears, my eyes useless underneath the blindfold. The only thing I could do was take his cock in my sissy hole, while moaning around the one buried in my mouth. I could barely listen, my body was constantly kept stimulated in several ways, and my mind paralyzed by arousal.

The nipple clamps gave that throbbing feeling I was coming to know well, feeling so naughty, kept tight with a chain connected to the strap around my clitty and balls, keeping me edged the entire time. My clitty was leaking, little mini orgasms hitting me in small waves as my juices dripped intermittently onto the tile floor of the restroom.

Behind the blindfold I could tell when the lights flickered, and it only added to the seediness of my position. Bent over in the large handicapped stall, held up by a chain wrapped around my chest. Hands cuffed behind and up, attached to my collar. I must have been a sight to see in my short pink dress, white stockings, and pink heels with ankle straps, kept apart by the spreader bar. I knew I'd be seeing myself get used like this later, since they recorded everything, and loved to show it back to me, to keep me humiliated like they knew I now needed.

This was the fourth, maybe fifth man who had come to use me, it was hard to tell. I didn't know who was using one or both of my holes at different times, even with differences in cocks. My senses were dulled in a fog, all that seemed to matter was that I be a good whore and take it. A whore... I was overwhelmed with the new reality of my prostitution, each of these strangers paying Daddy.. who was also now my pimp.. to use me as hard as they'd like. Thank goodness he made them use condoms, save for the cum they splattered all over me. It was a small comfort against the assault of degradation they kept me under.

Just a couple of weeks ago, I was a college student playing around, having naughty fun, and now I was an owned whore for these men, without escape. And I was loving it, hopelessly addicted and broken, while they broke me even more. I wondered how long it would really last, with my roommate problems and living situation, but those ponderings didn't last long in the middle of the rough attentions of these men.

"Hey, the Sarge wasn't k**ding. This little bitch looks totally fuckable. We got next, right?"

I surmised it must be more cops, reminding me of the power these men were gaining over me. Even after firmly taking control, they added layer after layer. It didn't just make it clear that there was no getting out of this, each new layer was an aphrodisiac that compounded the intense lust. And they knew it.

"Yes, both of you have her next, it's been first come, first served. More of your colleagues will probably be showing up soon, too." Daddy addressed them as I was being spitroasted.

"Great. If she's as good as she looks, she'll be popular at the station. Might even hire her for some private parties."

"I think that can be arranged, she's doing extraordinarily well for someone so new to this. Don't forget about condoms, part of the price of admission." Daddy's words rang in my ears. Rented out to private parties, of cops, and who knows who else... their edging of my arousal was putting me deep into an altered state where every new development excited me more.

The time stretched into what was probably a couple of hours, as cock endlessly stuffed me. Hands roughly pulled and groped, spanked and choked, slapped and squeezed at my commodified body, afterwards covering my face, ass, legs, and other parts with their seed. Each spray marking me as a toy, bought and paid for by men I didn't know, couldn't see, acting as cement that sealed my fate as a whore for her owners and pimps.

The exchanges all blended together. Men handing over cash, or cops taking advantage of an arrangement, it didn't matter when they all used me the same way, and even as exhaustion and soreness crept up, I remained awash in an uncontrollable tide of sexual submission that would not tire. At the end, after what seemed to be the last man left, the dildo was worked in and out of me again, ring gag between my teeth, and there was a new exchange, with familiar voices that I couldn't place.

"Ahh excellent. Your timing is impeccable. Everyone else is gone, we have some privacy now." Daddy addressed the new arrivals. He pulled the blindfold off, and it took a minute for my eyes, which had been leaking tears for hours, to adjust.

"Well, when you told us that one of our students was a little sissy whore who needed breaking in, we definitely had to see for ourselves." The first man said.

"Holy fuck, it is. I wondered about this little cutie, always sitting in the back of the room, keeping quiet. Always did well on her assignments, and there were more than a couple of times I wanted to bend her over my desk." The second one exclaimed.

"God damn.. it really is that little tease. Jesus, what a good catch. What are you charging to use her? I definitely want a piece, and more." The first one chimed back in.

Oh fuck.. oh god.. it hit me all at once. They were two of my teachers at college, one of them having influence on the board.. it all snapped clearly for a moment, recalling the odd way they would look at me sometimes, and now they were here. I whimpered as another mini orgasm swept through me, a little more of me leaking out in spite of the strap.

"For you, no charge. More like.. an arrangement. Both of you, and a couple of others in your social circle, have always been good customers. So, I want this whore looked after as much as possible. Interested?" I could hear the amusement in Daddy's voice.

"Absolutely." the first teacher jumped at it. "Mind if we fill her up while we seal the deal?"

"By all means. Spitroast the whore while we talk, she doesn't have a say in it." Daddy chuckled.

In a moment, I was back to taking cock in each end, this time from men I knew in my normal life. Men who knew my secret, and were perverted enough to use one of their enslaved students without hesitation.

"Here's my proposal. The whore has 3 more years in college. I want to make sure she stays there in good standing. Grade fixing, tutoring, extra projects, whatever you want to use to keep her in line. You'll get full use privileges, including private parties and such. It all stays secret, of course, or it spoils the fun. When she's not serving me, when she's at school, she serves you." Daddy stated clearly.

"Hmm, and if she's not a good whore, we make sure we flunk her out of school. Something like that?" The first teacher, who was fucking my face, said happily.

"Yes, exactly. Also in controlling her scholarships, and tuition payments that I'll be taking over. You know how I work, and what my rules are, so as long as you remember that, everyone wins. Except maybe Amber here. Agreed?" Daddy laughed.

"The chance to fuck this ass for the next 3 years? Hell yes." The second teacher, plowing away at my ass, while spanking me hard, assented with.

"Count me in. I think I can speak for a couple of the other staff as well. We'll keep this whore in line, no problem." The first teacher agreed.

"Excellent. It's a deal then."

Oh god.. i didn't know that it was possible to feel more helpless and trapped, but these men who had such power over me were showing me just how wrong I was. Using me as a fucktoy while planning out the rest of my college life as a sex slave for good grades and tuition, making me realize they sought to control more of my life than I thought they could, sent shockwaves of fresh arousal through me.

They fucked into me roughly as they plotted my future, without giving me a say or choice in any of it. Visions flashed in my mind of sucking them under their desks, or being tied and bent forward while they fucked me over a stack of test papers, threatening me with an F on my ungraded sheet placed on top of the pile. I was shaking, tears soaking my face and streaking my makeup while I pathetically moaned and meweled.

"Holy fuck, she's like a vice grip now!" The 2nd teacher grunted in pleasure.

"Oh yes, the little whore loves hearing about how she's going to be abused while she's full of cock. I've kept her horny and fucked for most of the day, probably ready to explode, too." Daddy sounded prideful in what he was doing to me, bringing out in me.

I was losing focus and could no longer fully make out what they were saying, all I felt was abuse and pleasure. I caught pieces that added fuel to the fire, more about how I'll be passed around at parties, used in poker bets, treated as a piece of property, always talking about me like I wasn't there. That's how it had been for most of the day, since I was brought out of the hole under the playroom. It made me feel objectified, drove me further into degradation, signifying at every turn that I wasn't a person. I was a plaything, a toy to be used and put away when they wished.

At some point, the teacher in my ass withdrew, and the 1st teacher switched to using my sissy hole as the 2nd came on my face. Then, after a couple of breaths, my mouth was filled with Daddy's cock again.

"Damn, you weren't k**ding, this is the best piece of ass I've had in a long time" The 1st teacher groaned.

"Oh yeah, she's world class, I'm gonna have fun with her for a long time, and she's going to bring in lots of money."
Daddy said as his phone rang. Answering, he continued.

"Yeah. It's done? Perfect. She's ready. One hour? Alright." Daddy hung up.

"Good news?" The 1st teacher asked.

"Oh yes. Everything is set up for the little whore's surprise tonight." Daddy grunted as he picked up the pace in my mouth.

My teachers weren't the surprise... I was nervous at the thought of it, but loved being kept in the dark wondering what could be more of a surprise than the plans they were making for me at school. Not that I had the ability to think about it in my overloaded state. Soon, they were finished, their cum on my forehead and cheeks as I dangled on my chain, still shaking, ready to burst.

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Before I knew it, we were back on the road. The ride was like before, I was chained in the foot locker, plugged, gagged, goggles and headphones giving me a private show of my recent exploits. I could only writhe in frustrated pleasure as the siege on my senses continued, keeping the crushing pressure constant.

When we returned to Daddy's place, I was removed from the box and taken to the bathroom to shower and clean up. The straps stayed on, and Daddy was there in the shower with me, *******, spanking, and choking me, cleaning out my sissy hole with his fingers, pressing into my prostate as I did my best to wash up.

My sex doll outfit from the start of the day had been cleaned, and Daddy made sure I was dressed up before applying the restraints, hands locked up behind me, connected to my collar. Then a blindfold was slipped over my eyes once more. As I was led out of the bathroom, Daddy spoke directly to me for the first time since pulling me out of the secret hole under the playroom hours and hours ago.

"Whore, are you enjoying your day? Lots of big changes happening, and it's not over yet. I bet you didn't think you couldn't get in this deep, and lose so much control. Right, whore? Speak."

"Nngghh... No Daddyyy... I had... no.. ideaa... " I managed to stammer.

"And you're more turned on than you've ever been in your life, more than you thought was ever possible. Aren't you whore?"

"Yyyy....yes Daddyyy oohh godddd" I was brought to a halt, feeling something against the front of my legs. Daddy bent me over the obstacle in front of me, resting my belly on it as he gripped my hair and sank his cock into me, wasting no time in finding my sissy button.

"In a moment, I'm going to take that strap off from your clitty, right before I give you your surprise. Would you like to cum, little whore?"

"Yessss Daddyyy p..pleaasee... "

"Yeah, you're gonna cum hard, whore. You love this. You love that I can control you, turn you into a fucking sex slave, no escape from it while you're at school. I bet that's not enough for a talented little bitch like you, though." Daddy growled as he fucked me like a ragdoll. Thinking straight was impossible.

"Nn...nnnot enough, Daddyyy??"

"That's right. One of my friends who used you here today has a job opening at his company. He's going to hire you, and you're going quit your part time job to take it, working directly. Under. Him." Daddy punctuated those last words with hard spanks. "Taking notes, calls, cock. You'll be the company fucktoy for him and his crew."

"Ooohh ... oh goddd, Daddyyyy... oohhh"
Another corner of my life, his for the taking. I felt my world shrinking more and more, the crushing depths of lust finally starting to take their toll. I was to be a whore for him, a slut at school, and a kept toy at work. Pressure was becoming unbearable as more shockwaves of pleasure ripped through me, an I clamped down hard on his cock.

"Fuck, that felt good. Since you're so hungry and ready for it, let's give you your surprise, whore." Daddy chuckled as I felt the strap being removed from my sissy clitty and balls. I whimpered as I felt the pressure build towards the point of no return, moments away. The blindfold was then lifted from my eyes. Eyes that went wide.

There was a stack of boxes in the room, many of which were unpacked. I instantly recognized my things laid out in front of me. Clothes, books, pictures, gadgets, and other personal things. All of them, taken from my apartment, and now here in a room in Daddy's basement. I struggled to understand what I was seeing, my senses and thoughts on fire already. Sir came into view with a camera, capturing my bewilderment, gesturing to a paper on the table in front of me, that I was bent over.

"It's amazing what you can do with technology, and a few friends today. All it took was a few well placed texts and emails, using your phone and laptop, making your landlord and roommate think it was you sending your uncle to take care of things. You don't have an apartment to go back to, you'll be staying here now, whore. This is your new home."

I panted, unable to form words as I struggled with what I was being shown and told. There's no way that he moved me into his house. If he did, that would mean that I was.. a full time slave.. a full time sex slave.. at home, school, and work.. every corner of my life under his power... oh jesus... did he actually do it?

"I paid your old landlord the remaining balance of the lease, so he didn't mind us moving you out. Your roommate seemed happy, he gets the place to himself for a while, rent free. So, you're in debt to me for that now. In front of you is your new lease. I'm sure you'll find it very interesting." Daddy growled and chuckled as he rolled out my predicament, showing me the true depths of the rabbit hole, a hole I could no longer even see the light of the exit to. I writhed as I listened, the crushing pressure momentarily kept at bay by the shock of this new reality.

"It's a 3 year lease, whore. We lifted your signature from your files, it's all getting notarized by one of my friends you met. The rent is for 5 times what you used to pay. Don't worry too much about that, you'll be paying it with your holes. As long as you're a good slave, you get a roof over your head. Cross me, and you'll find yourself owing me a lot of back rent. Maybe I'll renew your lease after. Maybe I'll sell you. I really do own you now, whore."

Oh jesus.... he really might have done it. All of my things here, a new lease.. 3 years.. I was going to be a real owned whore until I graduated, and I had no way out... there's no way I could ever pay that kind of rent, they wanted me in real debt to them, and it looked like they did it.

I felt the depths open up and swallow me whole as I spiralled out of control. The crushing pressure, held at bay for a moment by shock, came rushing in with the force of a tidal wave, impaling me with tendrils of lust that twisted throughout my body, so deep they might never come out.

There was only one thought going through my slutty sissy brain as I came, harder by far than the last time, locking my mind into one unbreakable realization as the orgasm shattered me.

Oh God, I'm a sex slave. I'm a fucking sex slave. And I'm going to be a sex slave for 3 fucking years, maybe more. I have no choice anymore.

It ripped through me, clamping down on his cock as he came, too. This time, without a condom, spanking deep into the sissy hole that now belonged to him. The thought of being marked helped to stretch out the orgasm making me quake and shudder without any control. I was a quivering mess for what felt like a slice of forever. After a time, I could barely think, or move, completely spent as Daddy pulled out of me, lifting and carrying me to the bed.

He reached down on the seemingly solid side of the bed frame, and pulled it out to reveal a large drawer, as big as the mattress it was hidden under. I was rolled and placed into it, similar in depth to the hole under the playroom, and my restraints unchained and refastened to loops in the padded bottom and sides. I whimpered out of my drooling mouth, understanding that this was my new bed for tonight, and for many more nights to come. I saw Daddy grinning that strange grin as he slid the drawer closed, storing his property once again.

I slept and dreamed about a whirlwind of cock and cum, waking often in the night, becoming aroused as my new reality sunk in more and more. My addiction had taken over, fiercely beating back any rational thoughts of how well and truly fucked I was, leaving only the lust that they ended up fueling. However much of this was unhealthy, or harmful, was going to be a problem for another far off day.

They were proving more and more the truth I couldn't deny. That I am a natural born whore.

And this is what whores need.