to me. Cockslut proves to live up to her name; she took me far enough down her throat to press her nose against my pelvis. Excited, I throatfucked her vigorously a few times. Her eyes flickered up to me and I felt her moans as her throat vibrated. I enjoyed this sensation for a while before considerately taking her by the hair and forcing her mouth onto my neighbor's cock.
After a few more rounds, a woman stepped into the circle and led the slave, crawling, to a nearby fucking platform, positioning the slave on her back and securing her with built-in restraints. Turning, the woman addressed everyone in the vicinity. "This slave needs to be fucked. Every hole is free use!" Men and women encircled the slave like sharks in frenzy, and everyone was giving orders. The slave struggled to keep up, and was soon obscured from my view as she was used like the fucktoy she was.
I felt a hand caress my shoulders. Sasha slid around me and pulled herself in, pressing her tits to my chest and lightly dragging her nails down my back. She was fully nude with her hair slightly mussed, and she smiled up at me. "Come on," she whispers. "Let's go see her. They're spanking her."
"...yeah." I murmured my response into her mouth as she kissed me. I allowed myself to be led through the throng, past a multitude of slaves being whipped, fucked, and dominated, to where a man in a black silk shirt, sitting atop a platform, had you draped over his knee. The tattooed woman sat beside him, regarding you sternly. I knew by the rhythm and severity of the blows that this was a disciplinary spanking, and that you had been instructed to hold your hands on your head. Judging by the redness of your ass, I estimated that fewer than fifty have been delivered.
Smack. "Fifty-two, Sir!" you announced, your voice clear. I've trained you well, but he's just getting started, not even using an implement yet. Your plight has drawn a small audience that teases and taunts you. I joined them with Sasha on my arm and hung back to watch the show.
"Why are you being punished?" The man in silk asked you in a low voice.
"This slut is being punished for failing to use its tongue properly, Sir." Your voice wavers slightly.
Smack. "What did you fail to use it for, slut?"
"Fifty-three, Sir. I failed to make Mistress Lydia cum in less than five minutes, Sir." Mistress Lydia regarded you with a mock coldness from her seat.
Smack. "What are you?" The man kept his hand on your ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing.
"Fifty-four, Sir. I am a useless slave cunt, Sir." I'm proud of this declaration.
Smack. "You should be grateful that I am here to correct you." Your ass jiggles violently, but your face remains composed.
"Fifty-five, Sir. Thank you for correcting me, Master James, I need correction."
"Why do you need correction?"
"I need correction because I'm a dumb slut, Sir."
Smack. "That's right. Good whore." Master James produced a paddle and ran it lightly over your ass. "Dumb sluts like you need lots of correction, don't they? That's why I use these." He leaned over and dangled it in front of your face, letting it swing back and forth like a pendulum.
Your eyes follow the paddle as you respond. "Please spank me, Sir, I need it..." I can feel your apprehension. The next 35 spanks bring you close to tears.
Smack. "Eighty-seven, Sir..." Your arms tremble and there is a real tremor in your voice now.
Smack. "Eighty...eight....Sir!" You gasp.
SMACK. "AHH...eighty NINESIRNINETYSIR!" He disrupts his rhythm with the next spank. Leaning down, he speaks softly to you.
"I'm going to give you an opportunity to correct your little mistake, and if you do, we'll forgive the last ten spanks. Okay, slut?"
"Yes, Sir...please, Sir..."
"Are you going to make us proud?"
"Oh yes, Sir, I am, please let mmmf-" Mistress Lydia suddenly reached down and clamped her hand over your mouth. She gave you a hard look into your eyes, and enunciated three words.
"Make. Me. Cum." You nod frantically, and are allowed to lower your arms. Mistress Lydia's chair is repositioned so that she can sit directly in front of your face, with her pussy level with your mouth. Master James starts fingering you, and you go to work on your task, licking and sucking Mistress Lydia. Your fervor is rewarded soon enough as Lydia cums explosively, grabbing the back of your head and furiously humping your face. Master James laughs, and delivers a final spank to your punished ass.
The crowd laughed and cheered as James hoisted you to your feet to present your newly disciplined behind, bending you at the waist and leading you by the back of your head, forcing you to spin in place. Lydia spread your asscheeks, showing everyone your perfect slut holes. Leading Sasha, I approached the platform and caught James' attention.
"Nice job. This one's mine, do you mind if I steal her for a moment?"
He laughed. "Not at all. A beautiful ass, absolute pleasure to spank. On behalf of everyone, thank you for bringing her."
"Thanks for spanking her." I reply with a small smile. "She does desperately need the punishment."
Pleased with his work and showmanship, he complied gracefully, handing you to me and melting into the crowd with a flourish. Lydia smiled at me, then drew your mouth open with a finger and spat into it. With that, she walked off.
I drew you close, lifting your chin with a finger. As I've trained you to do, you opened your mouth and hung your tongue, like a dog panting in heat. Your arms went back up, locked behind your head. I looked into your eyes, deeply. I know you inside and out. Something about the way you looked back at me tells me that you love this, love being publicly used, displayed, shamed. Sasha beamed at you and planted a kiss on your cheek, to which you fluttered your eyelids to show your appreciation.
You tilted your head slightly, and I can sense a silent plea; you wanted me to do that to you now. To show everyone how completely I've made you mine, how much of a slut I've molded you into. I stuck two fingers into your open mouth, sliding them across your wet tongue toward your throat. You convulsed a little as you attempted to suppress your gag reflex, your already brimming eyes in danger of overflowing, and I smiled.
In a few moments, I had you on all fours secured to a spanking horse. A few of your admirers were still gathered around, to my delight, and Sasha stood by your head. She's smiling, cooing and stroking your hair, as if you were her pet. I tightened the last strap. With the help of Sasha, I was going to make a show of you.
I moved around you and whispered into Sasha's ear. She turned her head slightly to me, not moving her eyes from you. Finally, she giggled and nodded. "Can I get a chair?" She asked an attendant floating nearby. Within seconds, a black leather chair materialized, and she elegantly sat in front of you.
Nude in her chair except for her heels, she looked at you and formed her lips into a playful pout. "I've been walking
