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Version 3.4
Continued to revise, tag, and date older stories
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*Welcome to the family (Read the tags)

Version 3.3
Continued to revise, tag, and date older stories
Added the following stories...
*The breaking of the Batgirl (Added chapter 2)
*The Truth (extensive update)
*How I started online (extensive update)
She knew who she was

Version 3.2
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It wasn't supposed to be like that
The breaking of the Batgirl

The sweet release of freedom

(true, chastity, threesome, creampie, oral, foursome, rough, belted, impact play, choking, fisted)

It's almost indescribable the freedom you feel when being released from chastity. For a month my cunt was denied me, always in my belt, except when Jack showered me. Only he could touch my cunt then, only he could clean it. I wasn't trusted, he held the key, the control of my wet hole, both removing its control over me yet making it the only thing I could think about. I couldn't touch my body, yet I caught myself grinding on the couch, anything, in a useless attempt to scratch an itch less than an inch away. Yet, it might as well have been miles.

I still had purpose and uses. I was still a urinal, my belly warmed by his piss. His friends still used me, Baxter used me, even he did once. Anal every time. Rough often, until tears ran down my face and bowel movements made me cry. Even orgasmed a couple times from it, rare anal orgasms, the only two times I came during the month. Down from basically daily to nothing. I caught covid, making the month slightly more bearable and much, much worse. The final weeks dragged by with no energy, hidden from my family most of the time. Masked the rest. Sometimes the horniness was unbearable, but still, I couldn't touch myself. I couldn't cum. Heather did. Jack fucked her several times, her cunt was warm for him, while mine drooled uselessly. I didn't even get to watch, he was often at her place, and even at home I still faced the wall until it was time to clean them up. The only way to taste his cum was to taste her juices mixed with them.

So Friday night came and I didn't know what was planned. He came home. With Heather. She ate with us while I sat, still locked up. The kids liked the extra company and while I played with them, I was jealous, as she was there for Jack. One last bit of fun before my punishment ended. The kids were put to bed and I half expected to do a show to help them warm up, but no. They started without me while I put the kids away. Stripping down to only my belt, I went into the bedroom and faced the wall. There, I was told to watch them. I was even told I could touch myself, everything but my cunt, still trapped behind stainless steel. I fingered my ass and pulled my nipples, debasing myself as they made out, slow fucked, kissing. Eventually, Jack pressed deep, filling her. I cleaned him up, then her. My head was pressed down and I ate her pussy until it was clean, then as she wrapped her legs tight, I kept at it, licking and rubbing her clit until she shuddered as well.

My work done, I expected to be kicked to the guest bedroom. But Jack kissed me, softly, gently. Heather's hands ran over my body. Exploring me as Jack got the key, freeing me. I cried as they both touched me, it felt so good. I felt I had value again. I kissed him deeply as they pulled me up on the bed, parting my legs. Jack didn't fuck me but Heather returned the favor. As Jack and I made out, her tongue deftly explored my cunt and quite easily brought out an overwhelming orgasm from me in minutes. I wanted to go again, but instead, we slept under the sheets, a messy naked throuple for the moment. At some point, early in the morning, she headed out. Leaving me and Jack to sleep together until the morning. Until it was time for Saturday to start in earnest.

The kids were picked up fairly early, hugged and kissed as Pam took them off. Beyond my morning ritual of being Jack's urinal, nothing else happened. I wasn't allowed to touch myself, but I was allowed to be nude, collared, not a cute one, but the heavy steel one with my name on it. Cunt. Heels again, the first time in a month, they hurt my feet but I felt pretty. Hair made-up, makeup, I felt real again. Not pretending to be something I wasn't. The beautiful blonde cunt staring back at me was my truth. Last but not least, my plug was in me. I cleaned the house that way, feeling more alive than at any point in the past month. I knew company was coming. Around 10 AM, Jack took me downstairs. Padded leather cuffs graced my wrists and ankles. Arms cuffed tight behind my back. A spreader bar between my legs. A dildo gag in my mouth left me drooling, smearing my fresh lipstick. My plug was discarded as I knelt on a soft cushioned pad near the drain on the floor. Plastic covered it in case, no, when I made a mess. I smiled when Jack hit me, once, then twice. I wanted to kiss him so bad. Then toys were inserted as I bent over for him. First, a vibrating anal plug. Then my cunt got the Lovesense Lush vibrator. My wrists and ankles were connected, arched backward. It didn't hurt. At first.

My first orgasm made my back scream. Since covid, my endurance had been shit, and I felt tired after that one. For the next hour or so, he'd randomly send thrills through my body. The next hour, he strapped my Hitachi knockoff against me and left me there. I came like crazy, pissed myself, and cried. I was limp from exhaustion and overwhelmed before Tony and Kevin got there at noon. I was freed, briefly washed off from where I had peed myself. But otherwise, they started on me immediately. Taking turns, pushing me around, choking me, gagfucking me, groping, slapping, and punching me. I was in heaven but I already felt dead. An empty, exhausted shell.

And still, I came. I came when Tony fucked me like a dog on the floor, hitting my back and head. When Jack folded me up and made me feel little all over again. When Kevin slammed me again and again against the wall as he reamed my aching cunt. After a month of no attention, I was numb from an overabundance of it. I couldn't take anymore. I was so very wrong.

Cum filled as my cunt was, they still had pep, energy to spare. Lube dumped on their hands and in my cunt, fingers worked in, my cunt went from a month of being ignored to fisted again. Gently, at first, Jack worked me, stretching me out. It hurt a bit, but I've long since been trained and 30 days of disuse wasn't enough to hide what my hole could do. Once warmed up, he got started. One hand on my throat, blood choking as he pumped his hand in me. I shuddered again as I dropped out. I think he did it multiple times, he and Tony both. I'm not sure, I just know I was very confused, couldn't think, one second Jack was pumping inside me, and the next Tony was spitting on my face as he wrecked my cunt. Kevin finished me off, slam fisting me so much I sobbed from the pain of my cervix getting "kissed" so many times. And yet, I still came. Gaped, limp on my side, they took a break.

And as they took a break, smoking cigars and having a beer, letting me wash down ashes with their piss, the belt was brought out. I thought they were going to beat me with it. My body ached to feel it. Even my hands and feet would have craved the touch of it. But they didn't. Jack removed my vertical hood and I understood then what was going to happen.

I screamed. I screamed so fucking hard because my cunt could still feel. I tried to count, but around 50 I faltered. I could barely breathe. They took turns slapping my cunt with leather again and again. Swollen, puffy, red, raw, they only stopped when I was bleeding. Nothing serious, just belted raw until the skin was wet with red from a dozen or more tiny spots of red smeared over my skin. I curled up, holding my sex. I wanted to call red and stop it all. I couldn't take any more.

Jack spread me, kissed me, and I let him have me. It hurt and he wasn't gentle except for his kisses. He fucked me again as hard as he could on the floor. Finished inside me, slapped me, and left. Tony choked me hard throughout, air-choked, never fully out but always needing a breath. Even when he let go I couldn't get enough. I don't even remember him finishing. Just suddenly, Kevin was there, crushing me under him. I held him tight and shuddered and then I was out of it. They played and used me more, but I just took it. I didn't participate. I had no energy at all. Jack showered me and put me in bed and other than waking twice, I slept from about 5 pm until 11 am the next day. Even then, I was wiped.

I remember Jack fucking me at some point that night, slow, needing to fill me with his love. And sometime that morning I was pulled over and drank his piss. Then only him waking me at 11 did I finally get out of bed. It hurt to walk and my crotch was swollen. I had small squares on me, taped on, with antibiotics. Jack has taken care of me at some point and I didn't even remember it. Sunday was a slow day, tired, he watched the kids while I dozed. Took a long bath before bed. Then, he spread me again, slowly kissing me, as we made proper love. I fell asleep in his arms. Given purpose and back where I belonged.

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Theaters and tattoos - a Badsammie experience

"You're not going to do anything stupid right? Remember to use your fucking brain," Jack said. He pushed me against the bathroom door and slapped my face hard, then shoved his hand up my dress. I felt his fingers slide easily in my wet cunt, as I cooed into his ear. "Fucking piece of shit, have some fun tonight but don't be a dumb cunt," he said after he slapped me again, then kissed me deeply. He left the room to check on the kids as I checked myself in the mirror.

I had my hair in a ponytail, some light makeup, and my favorite cherry lipgloss on. I hadn't brought anything extremely slutty to wear, it was a family vacation after all. I had a nice short summer dress on, still long enough to pretend I was respectable. At least until I got to the adult theater at least. No one would mistake me for anything other than a milf cunt there tonight. I twirled in the bathroom, almost giggling in excitement, my ass briefly exposed. No bra tonight behind the thin fabric, my piercings were ready to tease, along with nothing underneath, not even my constant companion, my anal plug. Just me, my dress, and 4-inch heels to entertain strangers tonight. I emptied my clutch purse except for two IDs (one fake), some cash, my burner phone, condoms, a hotel keycard, and a money card. The last thing I did was pre-lube my holes so I'd be ready as the entertainment tonight.

I kissed the kids goodnight, hugged Jack, and kissed him deeply. I felt his finger explore me by the door, sneaking a feel as he broke the kiss, holding my chin tightly. "Don't be a dumb cunt," he said then kissed me again, before slapping my ass and sending me out the door. Rarely did I go out to play alone. Indeed the last time I'd been remotely alone was when I had whored at the start of the year. Even then, Tony had never been far from me. No backup tonight, however. I called an uber, enjoyed the glance I got when I told him my destination, and mostly ignored his rambling as he talked. I was too busy controlling my breathing and anxiety to care about anything he was saying. He pulled up eventually to the lot, asphalt parking in the front, gravel in the back. No windows, just tacky lights and a solitary door in the front. My hands were shaking as I took a deep breath, opened the door, and strode into the adult theater.

It reeked as all adult theaters did. That smell of sweat, cum, cheap smokes, sadness, and desperation. It was a smell I was familiar with and didn't mind, it felt comforting in a way because I knew in such a place I was a god. A cheap, well-used god, but one that would happily be worshiped in one way or another. I headed to the counter, smiling at the old man behind it. I could tell he was appraising me. I'm sure I'm not a unicorn, though in the age of Amazon and the internet, we probably are fewer than before. I could see his wheels turning. Was I looking for a toy for my husband and me to enjoy? Some battery-powered wonder for my lonely nights? A present, real or as a joke, for a birthday or bachelorette party? What I doubt he expected, even if he'd seen it before, was for me to be on the prowl. Although maybe he did, who was I to say or know? His eyes did get bigger when I slid him a hundred-dollar bill and asked him if I would have more fun in the booths or the theater. Jack had taught me early on that if you plan to play in someone else's playground, you tip them well and show respect. It allows them to ask you to leave if they don't want you there, or how to become involved if they do. I met his look as the money slid into his pocket and not the cash register.

"You'll want the theater," he said as he picked up a stamp. I gave him my hand and card and he swiped it and then stamped the back of my hand, pointing down the hallway opposite the booths. I thanked him and headed back into the dark, noticing the one man that was there beside me in the store walk quickly to the booth. I wouldn't be shocked if anyone leaving the booths would be made aware of my presence as well. Not to help them to have fun, of course, but instead to make higher than usual sales for the theater. Pre-covid, I knew what I was about to do wasn't unheard of, just rare. Post covid, I had no idea how common it was but I assumed it was rarer still. Especially solo. Some places wouldn't even allow it, but again, tips always helped with such issues. I walked past the first door as instructed and went to the second one. I tried it but it was still locked. A moment later, there was a buzz and a click and I opened the door and went inside.

One thing that is pretty much true of every adult theater I've ever been in is that you can't see shit at first. Oh, you can see the screen just fine, hear the cunts and cocks fucking away with fake moans. But the seating, where to go, where to move to? That's basically impossible. You have to awkwardly stand, in perfect view of everyone already there, while you wait for your eyes to adjust. Otherwise, you're basically tripping over seats or chairs, bumping into men you didn't mean to. I didn't know if there were ten men in there or two, though after a moment I realized it was a disappointing one, with a likely second coming very soon. I entered the room, my heart racing, as I acclimated to the dark. I had a couple options. Likely a very filthy couch in the front, stadium seating in the middle, then at the very back was a partial divider. Experience had taught me there were usually either a few more chairs back there or nothing, usually nothing. I thought about sitting by the man watching me intently, but instead headed back towards the divider. I did make deliberate eye contact with him; he was probably close to 60 in appearance, though thankfully not obese. I walked behind there and looked at him again, then looked at the screen and smiled. I made my actions very clear as while he couldn't see me fully, he knew I had reached down and was rubbing myself. He stood up and my heart hammered, fear and excitement mingling in a delicious mix. Jack had told me not to be a stupid cunt, but it was already way too late for that. My brains were already dripping out between my legs.

I didn't stop as he came over. He wasn't ugly or handsome for an older man, just average, just old. I didn't care. I didn't care that it was just him, I'd have felt the same if 100 men were coming my way. I just focused on him, dropped my purse to the floor, and leaned against the wall as a whore was fucked on the screen. I pulled up my skirt, letting him see the show. He watched me for a second and I wondered what he thought. Did he think he was going to have to pay me? Did he think this was some form of entrapment with police outside? Did he think I was mental and was questioning the rule of not sticking his dick in crazy? Regardless, he made his decision pretty quick. He walked over and I told him it was ok. He put his hand on my chest as I stopped rubbing myself to run my hand along his crotch. I don't know which of us moaned louder. I let my straps fall, giving him easy access to my breasts as I unzipped him.

"Is this ok Sir?" I asked him and he nodded. He put his hand on my head and told me to be a good girl and I was. I licked at his head, looking up at him, already tasting his precum. The door buzzed and we stopped like that for a second as someone else came in. I resumed quickly, as I figured it was the guy that had come to the counter as soon as I had headed back. The older man I was sucking looked that way for a moment before he moaned hard and pulled the top of my dress further down, fully freeing my tits. I made sure to slurp loudly, wanting the attention. I couldn't see anything but the older man as I took him deep. He pinched and pulled my pierced nipples and I moaned, thanking him. "Thank you, Sir," I said, smiling as I resumed. I had said it with a tone reserved for little play, my words pitched differently than usual. I don't know if it was his age or what, but I was seriously wanting a Daddy at the moment.

"You are a good little girl aren't you," he said as I nodded. I probably should have felt guilty but I didn't. My mind, what little (no pun intended) I was using, was only focused on one thing. I saw the other man walk up behind the partition and I waved him over. As he got close, I got up and kissed the older man. He kissed me back, not well, not that I cared. There's a musk to some older men, along with the stubble they always seemed to have. Hair like sandpaper scratched my face as I took his tongue in my mouth. The other guy was at my side, unzipping himself and I reached down and grabbed him as the other kissed me harder. Not better, just harder. His tongue slid along my lips, my teeth, in my mouth. I felt his hand between my legs, finding my soaked hole. He started fingering me roughly, as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him while jerking the other man clumsily. He pawed at my side and chest and I had basically stopped thinking. At that moment, I wasn't Sammie the mom or the slut, I was only a cunt and I was fucking starving for attention.

"Do you like that," the older gentleman said as he fingered me. I nodded as some of his drool ran down my chin. He started rubbing my ass with his other hand. "You like being a good little girl?" he asked and I answered yes with a little voice and then leaned over and kissed the other man. He was in his 30's or 40's and lacked that old man stubble. He kissed me with more skill though as I rubbed his cock against my soft belly as I felt fingers pushed into my ass. I broke our kiss after a moment to stroke both of them as they felt my chest. The younger man just breathed heavily and didn't say a word. The older kept calling me a good little girl and I knelt again, sucking one then the other as my tits were pinched and mashed. The older guy pushed his shoe against my cunt as I deepthroated the other one. When I pulled away from his cock, the older grabbed my jaw and spat in my mouth. The other guy copied him and spat on my face. I grabbed my purse and unzipped it, pulling out a few condoms. I dropped one or two as I handed the older man one and then the other guy, letting him finger me. I kissed the older guy, loving the burn his face gave me. When he pulled me against the divider, I parted my legs and was ready to go.

"Have you always been a good little girl?" the older man asked me as I braced myself on the partition. I felt him press against me, into me, and I pushed back moaning.

"Yes, fuck yes Daddy," I moaned, grinding back. "You put the condom on right?" I asked, my brain working for a brief moment.

"No," was all he said. He started fucking me, not skillfully, but I didn't care. I should have pulled away or told him to stop. Instead, I just whimpered.

"Please... don't cum in me. Pull out at least," I asked him as he kept pumping.

"Call me Daddy," he said, thrusting harder.

"Daddy," I grunted, "Daddy, pull out before you cum," I said, reaching down and rubbing my clit as he fucked me. The other man came over and was stroking his cock. I switched hands, rubbing my cunt with my left now and jerking him with my right.

"No," he told me. "You want this," he said. And he was right. I didn't even try to pull away from him. If anything, I bucked harder on his cunt. I heard a door buzz as I was getting railed, tits hanging out, as two strangers used me. I started panting and moaning the word Daddy again, using it as a magic word, each utterance bringing both him and me both closer to the edge. He gripped me tightly and thrust in me, the guy from behind the desk watching, as he came in me. Once I felt him stop pulsing, I pulled away and sucked his cock, lapping up our juices and his cum. He stepped back and called me a good girl, as I saw the other guy putting on a condom. I resumed the position and he stepped behind me, shoving in, breathing heavily as the employee came to the front of the divider and played with my chest. I tried to kiss him and he pulled away for a second, then kissed me as I was fucked. I was insane with need until I saw the flash.

"No, no... I'll fucking leave right now. I mean it," I said, stopping. "No cameras and we'll keep having fun." The two guys looked at the old man and he shrugged and put away the phone. I side-eyed him for a bit but he just watched as I made out with the employee as I ground against the other. When he came and pulled out, I removed the condom and cleaned his cock, tossing the condom aside. The employee came over and I let him touch me. He was hesitant when he felt my messy cunt, but I told him he could have my ass if he was worried. I gave him a condom as well. He didn't last long at all. Once he was deep in my ass, he shuddered after only a minute or two at best. I cleaned him as well then he quickly left the room. I still don't know if he had just locked the doors and ran in for a quickie or what had gone on while I was with him. Another employee never came in the room, though there was a different guy at the desk when I eventually left.

After that, I sat down on the couch in the front and let the two men play with me. They put their fingers in every hole, even my mouth. When the older man saw the tattoo clearly above my cunt, he touched it and told me it explained everything. He worked his fingers in me when I told him to fist me. It felt so fucking good to feel his hand inside me, pushing back and forth. I writhed on that filthy couch for a few minutes until he pulled his hand free of my cunt. When he started to get up I told him not to, but he said he had to use the bathroom and would be right back. I stopped him and had them both follow me back behind the partition, telling him to pee as I took him in his mouth. It took him almost thirty seconds to start, but when he did, it was a torrent. It tasted harsh, he clearly didn't drink enough water, but I got most of it down, only spilling a bit. After a bit, another man came in. I was just playing with them and them with me, my dress entirely bunched around my waist. When the new guy came over, I went down on him on the couch, as the other two played with my cunt and ass. It took forever for the new guy to get hard, he was clearly nervous and we were right under the screen. It was bright and he was having to deal with two other strangers watching me suck him, but I finally got him going. I was being sloppy on purpose, drooling as I was called a slut and a skank. Someone asked about my wedding ring and I told them I was married to my Daddy. Then the older guy parted my ass, pushed his cock in it, and fucked me on the floor as I sucked off the guy on the couch. The heavy breather just watched and jacked off, cumming on my back during that and then just watching. At some point, he left. The new guy came in my mouth and then I just let the oldest guy fuck my ass for a few minutes until he came in me bareback as well. I cleaned his cock, then went behind the divider and was happy that my purse was still there.

"Are you leaving little girl?" the older man asked, and I nodded. I was trying to straighten up my clothes when he kissed me again. I let him pull my dress down again and suck on my neck and ears as he pawed at me. He then spat on my face multiple times, called me a good girl, and left. I was shaking, only the new guy still watching me as I pulled up my dress again. I walked out and quickly went to the bathroom, wiping off my face and then my cunt and ass of any cum that had leaked out. My heart hammered as I left, almost running outside, before I realized I hadn't even called for a ride yet. I did so when the old guy pulled up beside me in his car.

"I can give you a ride, little girl," he said. I almost took it. Part of me still fucking wished I got in the car. Instead, I thanked him and smoked a couple of cigarettes until an uber got me and brought me back to the hotel. I snuck into our room and went to the bathroom when Jack walked in.

"I didn't expect you back this soon. Were they busy?" he asked. I nodded no, unable to meet his gaze. He instantly knew I was feeling guilty about something. "What the fuck did you do cunt?" So I told him. He didn't care about me fucking the men, I knew that made him hard and that he liked it. He'd been sharing me since I had first moved in with him. But he had told me to make sure they all wore condoms and I had let one guy fuck me twice without one. Probably even worse, I had called the man Daddy.

"Stupid fucking cunt," was all he said before he jerked me off the toilet and against the sink. He told me to bite down on the towel as he handed it to me. As I bit down on it, he shut the bathroom door, turned on the fan, pulled out a condom from my purse, and put it on. Then he reamed the shit out of my ass as he almost slam-fucked me. Open hands would have made too loud a sound but a closed fist on my meaty bits didn't share that problem. He didn't hit me too hard, just vented upon my stupid body, punching my sides, my ass, cuffing the side of my head. Then he shuddered, shoved me away, pulled off the condom, and slapped my face with it, cum stinging my eye. "Clean your whore ass up," he told me and I showered, before crawling in bed with him. When I got in, he held me tight, and I fell asleep quickly in his arms.

The next day, it was as if nothing happened, other than a reminder to get my first std test on Monday. I nodded, feeling bad about it now. There was a reason why he always controlled things. I got too lost easily and drowned in my own need. That night I went out again, though to get some promised tattoos. Four total that night, 2 new ones on each of my cheeks. On my right, two new paw prints were added, making 5 steps tracking along my ass. On the left, two horseshoes, each the size of a dime, close to my brand, both sets positioned where a bikini could hide them. I would regret those tattoos later on Sunday, during the hours-long ride home that would mark the end of our vacation. But Saturday night, Jack would be proud of my new marks I had earned for him, watching our kids play as I rested on my side. My husband and master held me, all of it reminding me exactly where and to who I belonged.

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