The Belle of the Ball

Continued from: The Cost of Admission

A Sarah Jane story

I arrived to the party like this:

When the party ended, I looked more like this: 

I was shackled up in the filthy urinal room, beside another piss-whore I recently became acquainted with, when a dominant man made me lick her asshole. My once-elegant gown was strewn carelessly aside and soaked in urine. The metallic tang of cum still lingered on my lips, mingling with the bitter taste of piss. There was smeared writing all over my naked body. Words like "whore", "pig", "filthy" and "anal slut". 

In that moment, the writing on my naked body could not have been more true, the room even smelled of poop a-little, having just been fucked in the bum by some random man. 

I had made it through all the degrading stations of the evening. After my toilet brush gag, came a toilet paper gag, while my dress was still pristine and outfit in-tact. 

I had to kneel beside the toilet in a powder room for a few hours, reduced to a human bathroom tissue dispenser!

After this, came the disgusting funnel-gag station!

It was definitely time to wrap this night up and find comfort in Daddy's arms, after a long, hot shower.

As I stepped beneath the warm showerhead, the torrent of water washed away the lingering remnants of piss and cum, restoring a semblance of cleanliness to my degraded body. But my mind seethed, still trapped in the turbulent waves of arousal and humiliation that seemed to feed off one another. 

My thoughts fixated on the memories of being pissed on then sodomized. My fingers danced with a life of their own, diddling my little clit to the memories, until I finally had to reach for the Hitachi. 

In record time, orgasm ripped through me like a seismic event, leaving my legs shaking in its aftermath. I dried off returned to my age regressed status. 

I squeezed into a baby pink onesie, the fabric soft against my skin. The pigtails felt silly, but I went with it, wanting to please Daddy. On all fours, I crawled into the living room where the trio of Daddy, Mistress Andrea and Summer were seated. I half-expected to walk in on some raging threesome of dick and pussy and tits, but they were quite literally watching a movie and eating popcorn. It was cute, Summer was dressed like a little girl too, and was sitting on both their laps like they were Mommy and Daddy. 

Speaking of cute. I felt cute again, not like the filthy piss-whore of my recent experience. I curled into my pet bed in the corner of the room and waited for someone to notice me and call me over.

Of course it was Daddy! His face lit up when he saw me, and he opened his arms. I scurried over, crawling into his lap like an obedient puppy. The other two watched with amusement, and for a minute, everything else melted away. I was Daddy's little girl again, seeking comfort and protection. But as Daddy stroked my hair and asked me how the party was, a spark of shame flickered to life. Last night's depravity replayed in my mind - the piss, the cocks, the toilets - and I felt a dark thrill knowing that Daddy didn't know the extent of my debasement. 

That secret knowledge was turning me on. Grinning mischievously, I wiggled against Daddy's leg, the three crotch-snaps of my onesie rubbing proactively against his pantleg. Mistress and Summer continued snuggling but watched-on with keen interest. "She looks like she wants more, Daddy," they stated in harmony, their voices tinged with sly innuendo. 

I blushed, nodding furtively as the truth spilled forth in a hushed admission. " I was a very, very bad girl tonight, Daddy."

He stood and paused the movie, his hands moving with purpose now. The telltale jingle of Daddy's belt buckle echoed through the room, followed by the unmistakable snap of the leather through jean-loops.

With a quiet sense of resignation, I draped myself across Daddy's lap, feeling the worn denim cradle my tummy, as my bottom was presented into the air. "This is for your own good, young lady," Daddy lectured, each word punctuated by another strike of his belt. Mistress Andrea and Summer just quietly watched my strapping, their faces aglow with mild amusement.

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Slumber Party

All Three Holes

Continued from: Quid Pro Quo

A Sarah Jane story

As I mentioned in the last post, I told all of you that I would just fast-forward to the party that Daddy let me attend. He didn't join me *pout*. He likes watching me with other women, but I suspect he's not too keen on seeing me taking down multiple cocks. In his absence, Mistress Andrea was to be my guide and controller for this particular evening. She looked stunning as usual, it was actually nice to see her again. Bella was there too, but this time it would be her as the more passive observer while I get to indulge. 

Mistress introduced me to a few of the men. My instructions were simple and a ritual I was very used to: Kneel directly in front of the men with my head down and palms on my thighs, then politely ask for permission to suck their dicks. If they say yes, find and expose the bare penis, kiss the tip and say, "thank you Sir," then directly into my mouth with it. 

If they cum on my face or into my mouth, again, a "thank you, Sir," after I have swallowed, and I kiss the tip of the penis. Easy peasy. Daddy has the same rules for me, when it comes to my oral worship of him. 

It mustn't have been more than an hour into the party and I had already sucked three cocks, ending with one facial and two full swallows. I felt like such a dirty whore and I was loving it. Mistress even made me wear the strange man's cum on my face as the evening continued. 

This was around the time that "SHE" came in. This tanned and stunning woman with dyed, blazing-red hair and the most adorable bangs. She was in heels and a collar only...nothing more. She just quietly sat at the feet of the man she was with. 

I had moved on to cock number four which was now in my mouth, only this time, I was shockingly aware that the red-head was watching me. The old me would have been super embarrassed and self-conscious but there was something about the setting, my attire and my sexpertise that actually had me showing off for her, for this random, naked female. I would look her way and arch my back just a little deeper, moan a little louder and allow my tits to flop about with the motion of being railed. 

I ended up being spit-roasted by two of the men, before this symphony of an evening reached the ultimate crescendo. I actually couldn't believe it was happening to me. All three of my holes were stuffed with hard dicks. I was so full and so turned on! "Red" continued to watch, occasionally smiling in my direction, as the man she arrived with fucked my asshole. 

Drool, slobber and cum were everywhere. This was such a hot mess but I was absolutely loving how degraded and abused I felt. All three of these stallions eventually came, but not at the same time. I'm pretty sure the gentleman underneath me came first, into my cunt, followed by a load for my throat from the second man and finally, a hot, squishy feeling, filled the inside my bum from the man behind me. 

I was spent. The men drained the last few droplets from their balls, onto my face and tits and I lay there panting. 

When I finally got to my feet on shaky legs and wobbly heels, I was permitted to go clean myself up and fix my smeared makeup and mascara runs. Bella was freed from her cage to begin sexually serving the guests and upon my return, I was gagged and bound and placed on display to wait to be used again. 

This was the moment that "Red" approached me for the first time. 

"I enjoyed watching you. You're very good at this." She said to me in her broken English. I think she was speaking in a German or Nordic-sounding accent. 

Then, without warning, she used her fingers to lasso a rope of drool that was hanging from my bottom lip, and glistened her pussy with it.

I was so embarrassed...

But that was probably the hottest fuckin' move I have EVER seen a woman do! I wanted to go down on her so badly, this mysterious European vixen. 

As she towered over me in her heels, in that moment, I actually didn't know if she was a top or a bottom. She had the confidence and control reminiscent of Mistress Andrea in that very moment.  

What she said next cleared this up for me, but boy was I ever confused as to what was going on. She leaned right in and whispered into my ear, scanning the room to ensure no one else would hear her. 

"Bid on me tonight...I'm begging you! Please help me!

Then she hastily clicked away from me in a clandestine manner. 

What in the actual fuck...was going on?!

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Paint the Town Red