Version 3.4 of my Omnibus is up!

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Version 3.4
Continued to revise, tag, and date older stories
Added the following stories...
*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
Continued to revise, tag, and date older stories
Added the following stories...
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.

Cunt's night last night...

Last night this cunt serviced Baxter orally to completion as everyone watched. Then it got to be cummed on as Heather gave Kevin and Tony bjs. It was urinal to everyone and was pissed on in shower.

Then it got to listen to Heather and Jack fuck hard and clean them both with it's mouth after.

It was itching so bad this morning after Baxter peed it stroked him until he mounted it but it still didn't cum.

Once upon a time (true, cheating, neglect, gangbang, rape, punishment, beta)

Once upon a time, there was a very smart, but very stupid little woman. She was a broken thing, damaged, with no self-control, and was a ball of mental issues and addictions. She craved attention from bad men, men who wanted to touch and do things to her and she wanted it as well. Those men made her feel alive and validated. Accepted for who and what she was. But for girls like that, life is often harsh and brutal. Girls like that may live long lives, but they rarely live happy ones, much less have happy endings.

But, through fate or destiny, this very smart, but very stupid little woman was different. Defying all odds, she found her Prince Charming, who saw what she was and accepted it. Molded her, improved her, and saved her life. Because despite all the bad men who wanted to play with her and break her, the most dangerous thing to her was herself.

He didn't only protect her and teach her, her Prince Charming made her his Princess and gave her the greatest gift of all, two perfect little children. And if the world was fair, if the Princess had not been both very smart and very stupid, perhaps the story could have ended there. But it couldn't because, as always, there was an obstacle threatening everything she loved.


Despite having a beautiful castle, two wonderful children, a magnificent steed, and her perfect Prince, she chaffed. She itched, writhed, and shook as thoughts and compulsions ran through her. Most were harmless and when they got bad, her Prince helped her through them, but again and again, she made bad choices. She didn't ask for help, she didn't talk, she was selfish and would later be punished. She should have learned but the stupid part of her was very, very stupid and she listened to it more and more, endangering everything she had. Her Prince was patient, understanding of her struggles, and did his best, but his Princess could be so very fucking stupid.

And then one day, the very smart but very stupid Princess did something monumentally stupid. She let her brains drip out between her legs and listened to every bad thought than ran out of her soaked hole. The men she was allowed to chat with online were played with and she let them tell her to do nasty things. She did them all, happily, eagerly, lustfully, breaking the rules she had with her Prince. She played with the men for over two hours, degrading and delighting in their use of her as she came and came again in her bedroom. She was a wanton slut and for that time, nothing else mattered.

Not even her children.

As the Princess entertained the men, strangers she had never met, she touched herself and orgasmed, again and again, cunt brained and needy as her kids played alone in the living room. They were fine. No harm came to them. But that wasn't what was important. That wasn't what mattered. Indeed, outside of the Prince, they were the only things that should have mattered. The Princess knew she had seriously fucked up. She was terrified as she called her Prince and awaited him. She had everything a Princess could want and she kept trying to throw everything away.

When he got home, she saw something in her Prince she had never seen. Fury. He hurt her but it was nothing compared to what she felt inside and it was almost a relief as he beat her. Because him doing nothing would have been the worst for her. Afterward, he eventually cleaned her up. But he wasn’t disappointed in her. Her Prince was angry. About everything, but mostly the kids. Her most precious gift to him and her most special duty and she had abandoned it, however briefly. For days, he didn’t punish the Princess because he didn’t trust himself and he wouldn’t abandon his duty in anger as she had in lust.

When the weekend came, the Prince had an idea. The Princess had been made pretty by her punishment, wearing blacks and blues on her body. And though pretty, those marks kept her inside, away from the public. But the Prince had planned on taking their wonderful children out for the day as the weather was perfect. So, since his wife had betrayed his trust, he took a friend of theirs both, the Maiden. The Maiden was happy to help and knew she was there as much for the children as to punish the Princess. The Maiden openly kissed the Prince and they both spoke of the fun they would have with the kids at the park. The Princess could only watch as they left her alone in the castle to stew in her own thoughts and suffer the consequences of her failure.

Later, the Ebony knight stopped by their castle. The Princess let the Knight in and they chatted. She had been shared on multiple occasions with the Knight, but only with permission from her Prince. She was happy to have his company and the conversation but was startled when the Ebony Knight kissed her. She told him no, but he was much larger and stronger than her and her body still ached from her punishment. The Princess screamed as she was bent over a table, held against her will, as the Ebony Knight thrust his sword into her. She was shamed by her wetness but she wanted to be good and struggled until she was exhausted and laid there limply as she was used. Tears ran down the Princess’s face, and another failure racked up as the Ebony Knight spilled his seed inside her. He pulled her up, holding her as she was limp against him. He then told her the truth.

She could now be freely used by him, whenever he wanted. Just like with Bodyguard. And just like with the Bodyguard, she had been told only after they had taken the first taste of their new freedom. She was muted but nodded at her new reality. As cum dripped out her cunt, the Princess dressed as the Ebody Knight informed her of the rest of her day. She was to be escorted to the Bodyguard’s house, to celebrate the day with him and their friends. She was brought there and quickly stripped. She wasn’t treated as a Princess, for why should she? She had all but thrown that away. So instead, they treated her as what she wanted to be. A cunt, nothing more, and they fed her addictions.

Throughout the rest of the day, for the next ten hours, they feasted upon her and let her feast upon them. They gave the Princess every manner of drink and drug they had, drowned her in their piss and cum, fucking every part of her body and holes. Alcohol ran down her chest, filled her ass, candy was snorted through her nose, and strange pills were taken eagerly. Part of her never wanted it to stop. She got that day everything she could have wanted. Almost everything. By the end of the night, she was barely conscious, could barely think, so drugged she couldn’t walk without help. Every need of hers had been fed as the Bodyguard returned her to her Castle.

Escorted inside, she was brought before the Prince. He was naked, as was the Maiden. And she was to perform for them, now the Jester, the Fool. Baxter the four-legged was brought in, and as her Prince and the Maiden kissed and touched one another, she performed with Baxter, watched in the beginning, then ignored. As the Princess, now the Jester, the Joke, wiped her mouth, she listened to what she really wanted, truly needed, moan as he and the Maiden pleasured one another. She heard the snoring on the monitor of the children who had spent the entire day away from her. As she was banished to the servants' quarters, she slowly understood through her drunken mind, the point of the day. She could have all the drugs, all the sex and use she could want. Or she could have her Prince and her children. What she craved or what was truly important. She passed out drunk, smelling of dog, with those thoughts in her mind.

The next day, warnings were given. She could be stupid and throw everything away or she could embrace the life and love she had been given. She would be punished more. But the choice, perhaps the final choice, was hers. She looked down at the Royal Proclamation he had written. Ten rules for a very smart, but incredibly stupid Princess.

The first would be easy at the start. For the next month, the Princess would not be allowed to touch herself nor bring herself to orgasm. Indeed, the only way she would be touched was to use her mouth or her ass. Her cunt was denied to everyone, most of all to herself.

The second rule decreed that the Princess would only sleep in the servants' quarters. For the next month, she could not sleep in the Prince’s bed. More so, the Princess would sleep in a bed fit for animals.

Thirdly, befitting her new station and bedding, she was to serve Baxter at night if he wanted, in a manner that fit the time available to them.

The fourth condition said, at any time, the Bodyguard or the Ebony Knight could use the Princess in any manner they saw fit, save one. Her cunt was to be untouched.

The fifth stripped the Princess of her title and name. Any time the kids were absent or sleeping, the Princess would only be known as “it” or “cunt”. It deserved no other name.

The sixth point hurt it. Until it was healed and could be seen properly in public, the Maiden would take its place and role. It would not be bruised to extend the time before it could be in public, but its Prince would use the Maiden in every way it was used until then. Behind closed doors, he would remain using the Maiden or whatever women he wanted as well if the opportunity arose, to remind the cunt that anyone could be replaced.

The seventh condition melded with the sixth. Any time the Prince had sex, it was to be present for it. Not to participate or even watch. It would instead face the corner and listen to what was denied it. After they were done, it would clean the Prince’s cock and the Maiden’s pussy. And if the Maiden needed a urinal, it would serve as one for her as well.

Eighth, it was to be denied its Princess adornments. It would be dressed as a peasant or a common slave. Nothing more, plain, with no jewelry.

Ninth, it would accept that it was a selfish and incredibly stupid cunt of a woman. That it fully deserved its punishments for breaking multiple rules, greatest among them putting itself and its cunt ahead of its own children. It would be happy that it had a forgiving owner and Prince who would allow it to return once its punishment was over, only on the condition that it worked to make itself better, not for itself, but for its family.

Lastly, it would play no more with those in the kingdom. The population knew they are not to play with it, even if it begged them to. They should only call it a “Stupid cunt” and tell it to call on its owner. It should be referred to the population only as cunt or it.

Saddened, mostly with itself, it accepted its fate, and it hoped one day it would be good enough to be a Princess again and maybe, just maybe, one day be worthy of a happy ending.

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The need was fed (MM/F, impact play, consensual abuse, humil, scat, piss play, piss drinking, DDlg)

Last week was rough. Hit after hit, I felt rejection after rejection stab me in the heart. Reddit spit in my face and didn't even give me an excuse. Copyright violations, as if hundreds of subreddits don't do more daily. BDSMLR did the same. After years with them, they looked at me and told me to fuck off. BDSMLR didn't even lie, I'm not worth a reason. Just denied and rejected.

I thought I was doing well, keeping myself busy. But then it caught up with me. I got angry, almost violently so, fury and anxiety combined to rage inside me. Thursday, I screamed it out and cried myself to sleep. Purged myself. Friday started and I felt better. It was a good day and then I found out about my BDSMLR. It was the straw that broke my back. My good mood was gone and all I felt was rejection. Thursday night I had asked to hurt, but Jack had told me no. I had punched pillows and yelled until my voice was raw, then held tightly when he went to bed. But Friday, it broke me.

I held it together throughout the day, if only barely. Shaking, pretending to be proper, not just a broken cunt. I took care of the kids and held myself together. But I let Jack know my cup was running over. I needed more than being held. I needed more than to cry it out. I needed a release or I would explode. He understood, bless him, and told me he would. That eased the raging monster inside me, dampened the voices, and gave me the strength I needed to wait a bit longer.

It was a long day for them, summer always is. The kids played, I chewed my nails and checked on the crockpot. Eventually, two trucks pulled in, and two men came into the house. My Owner, my husband, Jack, and his best friend Tony. I belong to both, always free access, free use, just not publicly or in the open. One of our many dirty secrets that helped keep me sane. Tony took the kids, entertained them, their big stupid big kid of an "uncle", pretending to be a monster and chasing them about. Their squeals should have made me happy, but I was struggling. Instead, Jack took me to the bathroom and used me as a toilet. His cock was warm, limp, and salty from sweat as he relieved himself in my mouth. Warm urine poured down my throat and I took his offering, holding his legs. Just happy to have him home.

Then, instead of showering, he cuddled with me in bed. I hear the occasional laughter outside and the grill starting up. Tony is cooking burgers, no doubt. Held tightly, I just cry, shuddering against Jack. His arms, his musk, keeping me safe as I tremble. I could lay there forever with him, but I can't. Eventually, I get up as he takes a quick shower. I get out plates and buns and prep the green bean sides that I had cooked in the crock pot. I kissed Tony and thanked him for watching the kids. He didn't mind, always happy to play with the little ones. It's so much easier when you only have to do the fun parts with kids and never deal with the bad parts.

We settle down the kids and eat and enjoy the backyard. It's warm outside but not too bad. The kids play and chased lightning bugs as I got us drinks and shared a cigar with the guys. Eventually, it's bathtime for the children. I helped them wash and read them stories until they passed out. I checked that the baby monitor was on, then headed downstairs with more drinks to our sound-baffled basement.

Downstairs, the fun started almost instantly. My men knew I needed to feel, to have my mind made quiet. I had barely touched the last step before they were on me. Both men gripped me tightly, pushing and pulling me. They took the drinks from me. Most were put on the table, but the vodka was poured down my throat and spilled all over me, as I was stripped and shoved to the ground. I screamed as the bottle was shoved in my ass briefly, vodka burning my bowels. Everything was a blur of slaps, bites, kisses, and chokes. Fingers were shoved in me, my mouth, gagging me, and pumped in my holes. I stroked them, overwhelmed, but I was fucking happy. My brain should have been racing but it's shut off, quiet.

I'm shoved against the wall, hands over my head. They hit me, in my gut, again and again. I can't drop as I'm held up. I'm screaming but it's primal. I could drown in the abuse. The use. I felt alive. My tits are mashed by large hands and I pumped their cocks as fists kissed my body. Then I was spun, face against the wall, standing as I was taken. I'm not fucked or made love to. I'm a half-drunk set of holes, a breathing masturbatory aid, exactly what I needed to be. They aren't gentle with me. Fingers raked my back as I was smashed into the wall. After hot cum spurted into my ass, I was tossed to the floor. Legs folding in half, pressed against my chest, I was pounded harder and harder against the thinly covered concrete. I ached beautifully. And then, white filled my cunt.

Noise on the baby monitor, someone was up who shouldn't be. Jack went to go check on them. I was left alone with Tony. I was happy about that as I was hungry. I was starving and I wanted to be fed. I didn't care how. I told him I wanted him to hurt me. He laughed and that made me rage. I called him a pussy, a little bitch, and spit on him. I saw his own fury then, barely contained and I slapped at him. He caught my arm, twisted it, as his fingers dug into my flesh and his fist raised up. I stood there shaking and hoped to be dashed to the floor. His hand shook almost as much as I was, then he put his hand down and shoved me to the floor.

"You want to be hurt cunt?" he asked me.

"Fucking pussy," was all I said back. I expected a punch but instead, he grabbed my nose. I screamed and then he slapped down on his hand that held my nose. Then he did that again. He balled his fist in my hair and held it tight with no give to move my head. He put his fist right over my nose, maybe an inch from it, and bopped me. Once, twice, thrice, then slapped me even more. He repeated that again and I was sobbing. My nose hurt and then he popped me good and laughed at me as I held my nose. I was shaking and crying when I felt the sticky red leak out. I was angry and wanted to push him until he shoved me off the cliff.

"You're a fucking piece of shit, Tony," I told him as I half wiped, half smeared the blood from my nose on my face and hand. He asked me if I was crazy. The answer to that at the moment was probably yes, but I kept on. "I just want to be fucking nothing. Treat me like shit you fucking piece of shit. You wanna shit on me again? Do it, fucking do it!" I screamed. Or something like it, because at that moment, I was probably a little crazed.

And Tony, it was like something unlocked in him. He was suddenly unchained, grabbing me by the neck and shaking the hell out of me. Shoving me flat on the floor, slapping my face, my bloody nose, again and again. Jack came downstairs and Tony told him what I had said.

"Go for it then. She wants to be shit, she can be shit," he said, standing back. I didn't notice it then, but he actually got some cleaning supplies out as Tony slapped me and punched my gut before placing his knees on my hands. I was thrashing under him, screaming and writhing, wrenching my muscles. Tony? Tony just sat there with a stupid look on his face. And then, I realized, he wasn't thinking but concentrating. Adjusting himself over me. Raising up, not over my chest. I screamed and thrashed harder. I shouldn't have.

The heat was the first thing that hit me. Wet, thick, earthy. I guess I should have been thankful for that. On my neck, then my chin, and I should have stopped screaming. I didn't. Thick, dense warmth. Above my chin...

The second thing that hit me was the smell, briefly. Because I was screaming. Then the taste got me instead. I know shit, I've tasted it. I've licked it as I've rimmed asses and sucked clean dirty cocks. But as in all things, there comes a difference with volume. No amount of drool or slobber can cover up a clump. I gagged immediately but Tony spun around and held my mouth. I slapped at him as my face was smeared with it, as he reminded me I wanted to be shit. Eventually, my gag reflex failed. Out through my nose and mouth, I got sick, curling up on my side. Tony, for his part, was mad I had got sick on him and gave me a kick on my side. Whatever mess was on his hand was smeared on me. My chest and my face, the rest wiped clean with my hair. And then, I was kicked again.

And again.

And again.

Don't picture kicks that would have sent me flying across the room. Nothing so violent or dramatic. I think, mostly, they (as Jack had joined in), didn't want to get any shit on their hands. Kicking me and my disgusting body as I gagged and retched. I sobbed, I bawled, and I couldn't get the taste out of my mouth or the smell off of me. I was literal shit. And it was fucking cathartic. Feet hit my ass, my side, shoved my head, slapped against my hanging teats, as I shook violently. I rubbed my soaked cunt and just screamed on all fours as I was kicked about. And then, they just stopped. I didn't think about it. I was too busy all but fisting my cunt.

That was when it started raining. Hot piss on my back, in my hair, as I sobbed harder, even needier, more desperate than ever. I was drowning as I was drenched in not one but two piss streams. I think I was half drunk, but I simply didn't care anymore. Because I shuddered, spasmed, and lost control of my body. I slumped, legs twitching uncontrollably, on my side, opening my mouth for their piss. At that moment, I would have done anything. No line couldn't have been crossed. I was just trembling, every part of me hurt, and I reeked of shit and piss on the padded concrete floor.

And then, I just sobbed. I don't mean a little cry. I don't mean a heavy one. I mean every single frustration, every anxiety, every bit of anger came flooding out of me. I didn't know it, but they started cleaning as I cried and after a minute, Jack picked up my disgusting self and carried me up the stairs. Tony stayed downstairs, cleaning. I clung to Jack. He told me to suck my thumb and I did, safe in his arms. He carried me to our Master bathroom and sat me in the tub, running hot water, but not filling the tub. I held my knees as he pulled the shower head free and hand-washed me, cleaning away the filth. When he told me to open my mouth I did as he hosed it out, shampooed my hair, and massaged my sore skin.

Only after I was clean did he put in bubble bath and filled the tub with warm water. My platypus water stuffie was put in my arms, he kissed me on my forehead, then went downstairs to finish cleaning. My tears stopped as I sucked my thumb and held my stuffie, mind empty, simple, and free. And then, Daddy came up and kissed his baby girl, and I was happy. He washed me with soap and loofa, stroked my head, and touched my ouchies and naughty bits. Then he got me out, dried me off, and carried me to our bed.

There, he gently spread me on the bed. His thumb in my mouth, he entered me, loved me slowly. I wrapped my legs around Daddy, sucked his thumb, felt his love, until he filled me with it. Afterward, we spooned, held against his chest, his thumb in my mouth, and I slept the sleep of angels. Curled up, safe, right where I belonged.

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Primal - A Badsammie experience (True, needy, masturbation, oral, impact play, piss play, piss drinking, fisted, best, knotted, toys, consensual abuse)

That mood stalks me, follows me throughout the day, as my scent eggs it on. It knows I'm damaged goods, meat ready to be devoured. Too weak to fight, dripping before I'm touched or hurt, only needing the promise of abuse to tingle. And then, perched high, seeing its prey, it pounces on me and I drop. The good part of me, the respectable parts, they drown almost instantly in the flood of need that overcomes me. My hands shake as I message Jack and tell him my thoughts as they drool down my legs. I taste them and they are delicious. I behave, the clock taking an eternity to tick one minute forward, each second an eon. I chew my lip, distracting myself briefly to an unsatisfying orgasm and a long warm, and wet tongue. A poor appetizer for tonight.

Eventually, Jack pulls up as does Tony. I'm giddy as my emotions and need ping pong around inside me. The kids are happy as Tony tells them hi and swings them playfully about. Jack pulls me into the bathroom. I smile, excited, assuming the position when I'm slapped hard. Once, twice, then I'm told to calm down. Shaking, I nod. Then my head is pushed down and he relieves himself in his urinal and I swallow his warmth. I wait in the bathroom when he leaves and Tony comes in and does the same. His bladder is full, sour and bitter, but my stomach takes it all. And then, we make dinner.

I help with the sides as Jack grills some burgers and we all sit down and eat. My cheeks are warm, even warmer from the sun, as the kids play in the backyard afterward. I clean the dishes as he cleans the grill, the adults enjoying some beers as lightning bugs are chased by children. Then, the kids are washed, made or helped to brush their teeth, and then put to bed with The Flea's Sneeze.

And then I go to the basement with my boys. They are already ready, enjoying their drinks, and offer me one as well. I have a shot, then another, before taking a bump that was offered. The slink is out, lube, but first I put on a show for them. I don't want them to see me as a person right now. I want to be a bitch, a cunt, an animal for them to use. So I show them my truth. I kneel behind Baxter, reaching under him, stroking him, and rub his hairy belly as my tongue explores his ass. It should be degrading and humiliating, but I feel their eyes and I feel him tense as my tongue probes him. I do it all without hesitation or guilt. Then I lower my head and as he grows, I take the red into my mouth, only briefly. I want to be mounted like a common bitch in heat. Watching Jack and Tony, Baxter mounts me, as I reach back to help guide him in. He's so excited he keeps missing, but once planted he locks in and I'm his. Furious thrusts feel good, copious amounts of pre cum feel better, as they strip and stroke their cocks as they watch me dehumanize myself. Before long, pressure builds and we're locked together as heat fills me, wishing I could be bred.

As we are bound and facing opposite directions, waiting for him to slip out, Tony comes over and slaps me hard. He pees on me and my hair is slick with his scent. I moan, rubbing my swollen hole as Jack starts lubing up the toy. When Baxter pulls free, a rush of cum spurts to the floor and I lower my head to clean it. As I do, lubed fingered prepare me, before I'm told to roll on my back. I hold my legs as the slink is worked in, inch by inch, one foot, then two, all coiled within my guts. Then Jack pees on me as well, soaking every inch my worthless body. He steps on my gut, pressing down, as I drop my legs and look at him. He sees the wild in me, then steps on my tits, my head, pressing it hard against the floor. Tony kicks me in the side, then in the cunt, and that's all I need to start begging.

I'm manhandled hard between the two of them, the only breaks I get are to push the slink back in my ruined ass. Tony pulls me up on my hands and knees and between his fingers, a double-ended dildo, and his cock, he abuses my throat until I get sick. My face is rubbed in it, then he uses my throat again until he cums, my voice raw. Jack fists my cunt, before pulling out the slink. I feel so empty as the hated toy is shoved in. A fleshlight in my ass, the only way I'll ever be tight again, fucked, reeking of bile and piss. He cums in it, then pulls it out and swings it at me, cum smacking me in the face but not the toy. Then my ass is fisted by both of them, alternating, until I'm gaped, ruined, and exhausted. I'm kicked on my sides, then a belt kisses my cunt repeatedly until I scream and go limp. Vibrating plugs go in both holes, I'm cuffed and left chained to the wall, no longer needed. I cum and cum again until I go numb.

Sometime later, I don't know when, Jack comes down. I'm barely aware. I don't feel anything yet everything aches. I'm carried up the stairs to the hot bath that is waiting, while he goes downstairs to clean. I soak, barely awake, until he comes up, washing and kissing me, giving me my paci. Then I'm dried off and carried to bed and in seconds, I'm out until morning. I wake once, spooned tight, still sucking on my pacifier, as I wiggle in even tighter against him, held and safe where I belong.

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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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Of bathrooms and cunts

No one ever talks about the joys of the bathroom. Of how special a place it can be. Few rooms in a home have so dedicated a purpose, a cacophony of uses, deliberate and accidental. And that goes doubly so for us cunts in the wild. It's a place where we can escape, no matter what is going on, no matter where we are, and it has special uses for us.

For me, most of all, it's where I share my purpose with it. Almost every morning, I'm kneeling in there, in front of the toilet. As Jack does his business, my mouth is there for him, to receive his piss, to clean him if he asks. It's not humiliating, I'm a cunt taking care of her owner, swallowing what he gives me, bonding together with him. I could do it anywhere, of course, and I have. But sometimes accidents happen, the volume is too great, an unexpected choke, and the tile floor is the best place for messes. Easy to clean the toilet, the floor, and myself, if need be.

The bathroom is more than just a place for us to void ourselves, of course. The shower or tub is a memorable place. After the most intense sessions, nothing beats soaking in steaming water, as Jack washes my body and scrapes. Quiet moments, hands against the shower wall, his body pressing into mine, soft grunts hidden by the rush of water. My hands cleansing him, kissing every inch of his body, as we wash together. Or bound, hogtied like a farm animal, toys pushed inside every orifice, taped or held in, left there for hours, any mess I make cleaned easily with cold water raining down upon my exhausted form.

It's also where I make myself prettier. After the shower, my skin still wet, baby oil rubbed into every inch of my body. Skin soft and supple, ready to glide against his or anyone he chooses. My hair made perfect, makeup just right, perfumed to hide my truth. A cunt pretending to be a classy lady. My lips pursed, puckered, lipstick and eyeliner, blush, deftly done exactly as he likes me. I can be a whore caked in runny mascara, trailer trash with too much makeup, innocent or sultry, a slut advertising for a party, or a proper wife who no one knows her secrets. I have other makeup too, not to make me prettier, more feminine, but to sadly hide his work. Dermacol, blended just right, to hide how he had made his cunt pretty, allowing me outside again. Hiding my truth, preventing questions, concealing me at my best.

Of course, there is more to a bathroom, there always is. No matter where you go, there's always one there. So easy to be naughty behind closed doors, behind closed stalls. So many times I've touched, wet panties between my ankles, fingers darting along and in myself. Fighting back my grunts lest some other girl or woman hear me debase myself. Unable to fight my truth any longer, doing it for him, for them, or even just the thought of them. Needy, hungry, stepping away from class or work to get a brief moment of bliss before I wash my sticky fingers.

And I'm not the only one who has fun in them. I was first whored in a bathroom, pissed on, so many cocks in my mouth, men groping me. A cheap bar skank, with condoms and without, strange men dumping loads in rubber, in my cunt, my ass, and my mouth. Messes splattered on cheap dresses, worn only once, to be thrown away after I'd had my face rubbed in them, in my shame. Drunk or sober, high or clear-headed, gentle or rough, I've lost count of how many have used me in some way in one. The smell reminds me of what I am, and where I belong.

And now, as a parent, it's a quick escape. For myself, with Jack, Tony, or another of his friends. Stepping in, the fan on, no one hears the soft moaning, the slapping of our skin. No one notices the flushed face or that two people entered, but they leave separately. On vacation even more so, our only quiet time. The door is locked, and the kids are gated, napping, or watching tv. And for a few minutes, I can be whatever Jack needs, only quietly and quickly. And then, he can wash his hands and I'll clean up however I need to. Those around us are none the wiser. A special place, a perfect place, for a cunt to be used.

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To be a needy bitch

I was chatting on Discord as kids started to nap. Playful, I teased my audience and put up a poll for what I should do during lunch. No one wanted me to simply cum, no Hitachi knockoff time for me. Instead, side by side, a close race between edging and my friend. Baxter won.

I parted my legs, barely needing to snap my fingers. He was so attentive, my friend, my lover, as he happily went between my thighs. He could smell my needy cunt and see it glistening and wet. I closed my eyes and leaned back my head, as his warm and wide tongue lapped at me, again and again. His excitement was palpable, as were my moans. I parted even wider, eager for his work, as he tongued me rapidly. He does things with his tongue that no other does and I reached down and played with my clit, shaking already. I parted my lips as well as it was like his tongue could explore almost every inch of me, lapping my taint and the full length of my sex. He was clumsy and excited, but skill mattered little with a tongue like that. If I had the time, I'd be on the floor. I wanted to be a bitch again. Instead, I thumbed my clit faster and faster as he nosed into my cunt. I laughed, shaking more and more, focusing on myself for a minute, just to push me over the edge. I shuddered and came. Then, legs wide again, he cleaned me up and I kissed him on the head. But that wasn't enough. I knew later tonight I'd ask to be a bitch and Jack would let me.

Later, Jack came home as dinner was grilling on the deck. I turned the brats and pulled him quickly into the bathroom, kissing him and sliding down. His cock was soft and warm in my mouth as he peed in his urinal and I slowly swallowed it down. When he was done, he slapped me, not hard, just a pleasant sting. I ran back out as he took a quick shower and then we all ate. The kids made a mess as always, but after, as I was cleaning up, Jack walked toward me and hugged me tightly. I told him I loved him, and the mood I was in. He turned to me, smiled, and slapped me hard this time. Then he straightened me up, looked about, and as the coast was clear, hit me in my gut. I looked up at him with a demented grin, having received my answer, and I kissed him. Then we watched TV and herded the kids, giving them baths and putting them to bed.

Heading downstairs, excited for play, I frowned for a second. Jack came down alone, with no friend. He called me a dirty cunt, hit my gut again, and jerked me about by my hair. Once, twice, I struggled to breathe as his fist kissed my belly. He shoved me into the wall, hard and unyielding on my back. His cock was hard. He wanted to go first as was his right. I started to smile but he slapped me hard, almost knocking me over, and then he gripped my hair and drove his cock in my throat. He was merciless as I drooled and gagged, bubbles in my nose as it ran and I tried to breathe through it. Then he held my nose, pinching it and thrusting harder. An errant kick hit my gut and I groaned, wild, as I tried to masturbate, but he slapped me and told me no. He came down my throat and then smeared the rest on my face as he called me a sad, desperate, Baxter fucker. And I was. He went upstairs and let Baxter join the fun. He licked my face as I asked to get in the position.

"No," he said. "Service him. Like the farm first, then his cock."

I nodded, my cunt was soaked, and I wanted to touch myself and I couldn't. I crawled behind my other lover and held him, as I started licking his ass. He was uncertain about that, but most guys were, at least at first. I reached under and pinched his cock, gently, as I licked his ass. I was lower than a bitch as even they don't do this, lower than anything. His cock grew and I started stroking the shaft and the engorged tip. I heard the word "suck" and I did, lowering my head, tilting it up, sucking it, my lips coated in his precum. Then, and only then, am I allowed to be mounted like the rutting bitch that I am, barely human, an insult to humans to call me that. I watched Jack as he stroked and watched another male mount me. Baxter was always eager, thrusting, saying nothing even as he found purchase and easily slipped into my whore cunt. It felt so good, his precum soaking my insides. I rubbed my cunt and Jack didn't stop me as his friend hammered in my hole. I loved them both, but I couldn't articulate that, I was lost in need, wanton, and broken as I was fucked for their amusement and use. I felt the swelling enter me and rubbed my pierced hood, as the rush of love filled me but didn't leak, not yet. I shuddered again, my breath hitching.

Jack mocked me as we're bonded, called me needy, desperate, just a stupid fucking cunt that needed any cock in her. I edged, still stuck, watching him watch me. Five, maybe ten minutes later of his stinging words and we separated, a gush of cum splattering the cold basement floor. Baxter cleaned up his mess on the floor, then me, making me moan again, a bitch in heat. Jack and Baxter left as I was told not to move. I don't, but my cunt was on fire, I wanted to be touching it, rubbing it. I could barely control myself but then I heard his steps coming down the stairs. I was told to look ahead and I did, unable to see what he was doing. I didn't know until I felt the belt and I screamed and moaned. He didn't hit me once or even ten times. I counted for him, through ten, through twenty, through thirty. Around fifty, my words made no sense, but I still grunted them between my sobbing. My ass, my back, my cunt, my thighs, all of them are kissed again and again. I was basically in a ball, covering myself up by the end.

Then I'm forced on all fours again, everything just hurts, as he spread my ass. He didn't want Baxter's sloppy seconds so he took out my plug and fucked my ass. He doesn't lube me, I didn't deserve lube, as he forced me prone and pressed my head against the floor. I couldn't fuck against him, I could barely move, as he used my ass to masturbate. He slapped my cheek, hit my sides, jerked my head back by my hair, and I'm lost and it was wonderful. As he got close, he sped up, hitting me more, then shuddered and my guts accepted his cum as he pulled out. I felt the cum he shook off his cock splatter on me, but I'm too exhausted to move. Almost every inch of skin on my back and ass was on fire. He stepped on my face and I kissed his foot, then he pulled me up and carried me up the steps. In the bathroom, he drew a bath, washed me, and kissed me. When he needed to use the bathroom I was his urinal again as we bonded, swallowing his warmth. Then, he took me to the bed, held and loved, right where I belong.

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My mouth was free - A Badsammie retrospective

I leaned my head back, eyes closed, as he lowered his head between my legs. I was in one of his old ratty t-shirts that swallowed me whole and nothing else. It was a first, a man doing that, between my legs. I'd seen videos, of course, and knew the phrase, but it was the first time getting attention orally. I was always shaven, had been for years, but I'd made sure I was silky smooth for tonight. Not an errant hair on my body. I'd provided the service many times, for boys and men, but now it was finally my turn to receive their attention. His arms were strong as he held my legs in place, spread over his shoulders, as he parted my lips with his finger and tongue and played with me. I shook, moaning and biting my lip as his beard tickled and teased my thighs. He lightly nibbled my hood and I just about exploded but he wouldn't let me rest. He kept varying the pace, the location of his fingers and tongue, and any time my breathing hitched, he'd move. He wanted to drag it out, make me moan, buck, and be his little whore. I ran my hands through his hair and tensed my legs, shaking. And then he moved again, denying me. I slowly realized I was on a roller coaster and that first high, that eager devouring of my sex, making me sopping wet, was just the slow climb. Then, he found just the right spot, and that coaster dove towards the ground and I screamed.

My fingers dug into the fabric, I thrashed, and I moaned like the dirtiest trailer trash skank that ever lived. I called out to God, worshipping me as Jack worshipped my pussy, as I grew uncontrollably warm. I grabbed a pillow, shoved it against my face, and screamed into it. It did nothing to contain what I was going through as I began to shudder and convulse. Fingering was ok, sex was great, but this was new, and new was always mindblowing. When he zeroed in on that spot, with that pace, he didn't vary. He stopped playing around and instead played me like a fiddle. A soaked fiddle that was about to cum. I shook, shuddered, and dug my nails into his skin. And then, I went limp, exquisitely satisfied.

I think back now, to those early days, how eager and wanton I was. How needy. How desperate to not be me, if only for a little while. But I wasn't the only one with needs, and he wasn't the only one getting benefits. We were symbiotic, a pair that craved and valued one another, made each other stronger and better. He not only got to fuck me, but he took care of me as well, trained me. Taught me his likes and dislikes, and opened up a whole world for me...

The party raged on around me as I sloppily made out with a senior. He was two years older than me and in one of my classes, Trig I thought, as I straddled him and tasted the cheap beer on his lips and tongue. I moaned softly as he groped my chest, massaging it through my t-shirt and bra. He mentioned something about not knowing that I was so fun, but I ignored him. After tonight, he'd remember me as the cold bitch who pretended what was about to happen, never did. I stood up and pulled him along, eager to follow. I finished what I hoped was my drink and we went back until I found a bathroom that was free and pulled him in with me. Then, against the wall, he kissed me hard. We traded tongues and spit, hands urgently sliding over each other's bodies. I felt him pressing against my crotch and knew he hoped he was going to fuck me. I could, Jack wouldn't have been upset. He even encouraged it. But I didn't fuck them, I wanted him. The senior slid his hand inside my shorts, under my panties, and I grunted as he found me soaked.

His fingers dipped inside me easily as I broke the kiss long enough to unzip him and pull his hard cock free. It was a good size and I always loved that warmth in my hands. He started to turn me around and I told him no. He was disappointed at that as I'm sure he envisioned railing me standing like the dirty wet slut I was. But again, I only let Jack do that, not that the senior knew that. Instead, I knelt down, eyes on his, just like how I was taught, licking the tip, swirling my tongue along the top, in the slit, but never looking away. I cupped his hairy balls, pumped his cock, then took it in my mouth. I still gagged some if I got too crazy or they did, but he let me set the pace, resigned to just a blowjob. If he was disappointed that was all he was going to get, he didn't show it. Regardless, he didn't last long. I felt the pulse and swallowed. I didn't want it on me or my face or hair, and the only way to ensure that was to keep his cock in my mouth until it was limp. Afterward, I stood and tried to kiss him and he pulled away. That hurt a bit as I'd forgotten the boys were stressed by such things and thoughts that it might make them "gay". Stupid.

I was wiping my mouth on a towel when another guy in the hallway smirked at me. I waved him on in and knelt as he shut the door. He played with my tits and freed them by lifting my t-shirt and bra over them. He was clumsy but rough and eager in a good way and I responded in kind, bobbing and basically drooling all over his cock. I'd take care of him and one other guy that night.

The next night, I'd tell Jack all about it on the phone. He had me touch myself as I told him what I did and how I felt. My pussy glistened as I told him all the sordid details. He had me slap my pussy and pinch my nipples to help both of us get off to the experience as he told me what a stupid and nasty whore I was. A couple weeks later, he'd make me truly feel like one, gag fucking me hard, as he mocked me for being a slut with my mouth. It was delicious.

Then the time came to leave and move to a different city. We'd already parted ways. He was trying to get back with his ex-wife. They were oil and water and it never lasted long between them. I headed out after we said our tearful goodbyes and I was prepared to start a new chapter in my life. I started exploring online again, something I hadn't done for a few years. Rape forums held my interest the most, as I started chatting on them. I didn't fuck around much but I played with myself all the time with those men online. Two of them especially, as one of them encouraged me to write, non-fiction and fiction both, and to post there and on Reddit. So I did.

I played around with college guys, nothing serious. I didn't want any of them as boyfriends. I knew by then that only older men held my interest. I still went dancing at the clubs. I'd seen a fellow student smile, sidled up against him as we ground against each other. His hand on my belly, rubbing against the silky sheer dress, his crotch pressed against my ass. We didn't bother with small talk, didn't pretend this was anything more than what it was. In the press of people, no one noticed or cared as my skirt slid up. No panties slowed the movements of his hands, dipping inside my hungry cunt. I tasted myself on his fingers and he did the same, as we left the sounds behind. In the dark in some bushes nearby I pulled down his pants, fingering myself as I sucked his cock, taking him deep as I breathed through my nose. I came right before he did, felt so wonderfully dirty, as he zipped up and left. I smoked, stumbling a bit drunkenly back to the dorms, some primal part of me hoping to be jumped. But it never happened.

That phase didn't last long. One day I got a call and was asked to come downstairs. There was his truck, there was him in all his scruffy glory, my home, my hope, my future. I'd hadn't called him, begging for him to take me back into his life. He'd driven two hours to ask me to be a part of his. I did. It had always been him. It was why I had fucked no others. My mouth was free, but my cunt was, is, and always will be, his.

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Bare - A true and personal story

From the beginning, they wanted me bare. Almost everyone one of them wanted to see a slick, smooth pussy without a trace of hair on it. Even my peach fuzz needed to be gone. Only then, did I get their approval. What's funny, at the time, I mostly thought it was because that's how most of the women in porn were. At first, I didn't realize there were other reasons that they liked it like that. How it changed how they visualized me in their head. I felt mature and grown because I thought they were seeing a porn star in their head. I was their porn star. But really, I was something else to them.

Not that all of them pushed it. Mostly, the men just wanted to see me naked on their screens. Some politely asked and some demanded. Both strategies were likely to work with me. They used sweet words and cruel. Some of them made me feel like the most special and grown-up girl on Earth. Others tore me down and left me sobbing. But all of them wanted me naked.

It's probably why it's so natural for me now; nudity is just another facet of my life. I only think about it when I go out. The only clothing I need is my collar, a plug, and heels. Then I'm fully dressed and ready for the world. Because that was what they wanted then as well as what I want now.

And it was exciting, to show myself, to get praise. It was so easy. Lift up my t-shirt, let them see my tits, and they liked me. Part my legs, pull my panties to the side, and they loved me. It was intoxicating. People who haven't had to fight to feel worth something or good enough have no idea how addicting that feeling can be. And all I had to do was undress for them. Easiest fix in the world. I'd watch their cocks grow hard as they lusted after my body. Another hit of validation that made me desperate to do more.

Of course, the nudity wasn't enough. They always wanted more as well. More suggestions on how to look, how to dress, what to do, and what they wanted to see. Some wanted close-ups of my mouth. My tongue sticking out, drooling, as they called me a good little cunt. That word still stung then, but all I truly heard was "Good". I stole lipstick, makeup, whatever they recommended for me to make myself prettier for them. I bought some too, but it was expensive and I couldn't ask my parents for the money. I'd never used much makeup, both not allowed and didn't care about it. But I did then for them. Bright reds, pinks, even blues and blacks for my lips. Blush, even painting my nails in secret. Mostly, they wanted red or pink. I didn't realize the difference then. Red made me look sluttier. Pink made me look fresher.

Clothes, I couldn't do much about. I bought a thong and a lacey bra and hid them away. But I didn't have much variety there. They didn't care. They wanted to see the soft skin, not the clothes. Sometimes, I did my hair up in pony or pigtails. Again, I was oblivious. I'd seen enough porn to know that pigtails could be "handlebars". Rarely did it click that it was another way to see me differently. I didn't know of concepts like dressing someone up to dress them down. I only understood how makeup and clothes could make me look older. The opposite didn't occur to me at the time.

And they constantly badgered me for my face, for specific details about my life. Sometimes, I stupidly said things I shouldn't have. Usually, I didn't.  But as time went on, I wanted more attention. I wanted to give them everything they wanted. My rule about my face went out of the window. They praised me for my smiles and pouts, biting my lip, seeing it quiver as I came. They didn't know I practiced in the mirror, in the hopes of making them happier. I let them see me fully so they could direct me and control me. I read what they wanted me to read. I watched what they wanted me to watch. I looked at all the images they sent me and touched myself to them. Most of the time, they were on there, watching me watch or read their perversions as I perverted myself. They loved when I got off to something they sent me. They loved when it bothered me and made me cry. They were the most excited when I did both.

And even then, I didn't realize what they were doing. Pink lipstick, pink nails, freshly shaved, naked, and touching myself. Grooming me? Conditioning me? Probably. I didn't care. They loved everything I did. I was their dirty little girl and they were my dirty little secret. Perversely, we needed each other. I found a side of myself, a taste of freedom, that I had never experienced before. They got to spend time with someone, good or bad, who wasn't going to report them. A dark symbiotic, or perhaps parasitic, bond between those strangers and myself.

I learned how to use baby oil to soften my skin after showers from them. What smiles were coy and what ones were teasing. I learned to laugh at myself, at their jokes, and how to sexually keep up with their banter. They taught me so many lessons and trained me. Showed me truths I didn't know existed and cravings I didn't think were possible. I had lived in a black and white world and now I was seeing colors I didn't know existed. I learned the smell of my sex, the taste of it, of a wet pussy, a fingered ass, the stink of a sweaty orgasm.

And it all goes back to that spot, between my legs. A decade without hair there. Once shaved, now regularly and professionally waxed. If I see an errant hair, it's plucked and removed. I can't imagine it any other way. The shape may change. My hood was pierced. My labia looks different from those early days. So much stretchier than the tightness I once had. But I'll always be perfectly smooth. I don't mind hairy cunts, but if mine had hair, it would feel wrong. It's not how I'm supposed to be for them, or him.

Skin soft, silky, unblemished. The only blemishes now are those given by hand or fist or belt. Smiling in the way I knew they liked it best. Biting my lip, parting my legs so they can see my worth. Validated, valued, dripping wet, as we touched ourselves. How they saw me then, how they see me now, it's still the same. These days, I'm just holding my stuffy, a paci in my mouth, dressed in pink outfits that are too small. I'm still being a good little girl. Only now, it's for my Daddy and his friends and they love me.

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