BDSM Story – Lady In Waiting – Part 2, by WaterStar

BDSM Story – Lady In Waiting – Part 2, by WaterStar

The branding had made me pass out. When I came round, I had been cleaned up and a glass, of what looked like milk, was stood nearby. I drank it thirstily, it had a bitter aftertaste. I realized I was resting on clean white sheets, in a bed. I could not see either Matt or Errol. I began to drift off…sweet oblivion. Feeling safe, secure…

I awoke to find both men staring down at me; their cocks rock hard and at attention. I was pulled up by my hair, onto my knees; Matt joined me on his knees on the bed. “This morning, my little cunt, ” he said, while fingering my branding, which began to sting, so he gave it a nasty pinch, it started to bleed and throb. “You will take both of us together, in one session.” “Yes, Master”, I wondered what he meant, then I recalled Errol and his big black cock…oh no, please, not first thing in the morning. “Now my little cunt, sit on my cock”, Matt had lain down on the bed below me, he was now pulling by my hips, onto his waiting staff. Errol assisted by guiding my cunt to the exact place above the throbbing, purple, and anticipating cock. Both men pushed me down, I was speared, Errol, as he pushed down, thrust me forward, making my arse thrust up into the air, exposed, branded and vulnerable. Smacking the brand as he prepared to enter me, I was hyperventilating, expecting more pain, Errol sensed this and joked “no pain, no gain”, as he spat onto my shrivelled up anus, poking his two fingers in, to prepare me for the onslaught. “This morning, I am going to savour your sweet arse, so expect a long, fun filled lesson!” Grunting as he pushed in as far as he could, withdrew, and then pushed in again, each time getting further and further up my arse. Matt was watching my features contort in agony, tears began to flow, and he slapped me for it! “Matt, I am almost all the way up her dirt box”, as he gave one final hard shove, I heaved, almost spewing my guts. Matt was smiling and slapping my tits. “Your face is gorgeous when you are in pain, my little cunt”; he was beginning to follow Errol’s rhythm, rocking me back and forth between them, like a little baby. It’s almost tender this morning, but I was in for a rude awakening. I began to moan, one long continuous guttural moan.

Slap! Slap! Across my face, “shut up!” Smack on my brand, it made a horrible wet sound, it had re-opened. “Listen up, my little cunt”, Matt was speaking. Through the haze of my pain and their cocks, I attempted to listen. “Errol is your Bumfuck, no-one else is entitled to use your backdoor, unless Errol allows it. You are now Branded, and therefore serve many Masters, but only Errol says yea or nay.” The rocking had lulled me, Slap! “Understood?” “Yes Master.” “You belong to me, first and foremost” Matt was doing all the talking, “I am your Master, you obey me. FIRST!” he shouted in my face, I cringed back, forcing Errol deep into my bowels, this pleased him. He exploded, pumping, throbbing, and spurting. He released my hips and began to lick my arse he pushed me, by my shoulders onto Matt’s cock. Matt was still talking, but the sensation of being rimmed pushed me over the edge. I was cumming, like a wild thing, shaking and sweating, and a continuous growl escaped my lips, for what seemed like ages. This set Matt off, who, withdrawing his cock, pointed it at my tits and sprayed me with hot, white, sticky spunk. Some spraying up into my face. I could feel Errol bite my brand, Jesus, I howled and jumped away.

“Well, up until now, you have been a good little cunt, but that has earned you a whipping, shall we say, at lunch time?” he asked, looking at Errol, “well, I caught her looking at us this morning, too” Errol replied. Matt said, ” you earned it, twenty five lashes at lunch!” “I think she is too tight” said Errol, as he rammed three fingers up my arse, I screamed, ” I think you just earned another ten lashes” said Errol, “I shall be the Administer.” Turning to Matt, he stated “every morning, I am going to stretch her anus, each day the butt plug will increase in size, and”, looking at me, my head downcast, “you will wear it all day. This will occur every day, until I am happy with your sweet arse.”

I was sat down on my low stool in front of them, for the remainder of the conversation. I noticed the stool had little nooks carved into it, on both sides, I was ordered to hold onto them, head downcast. As I listened in horror at what they had to say. “You are to join me and Master Errol at a dinner party tomorrow night. You must endeavour to obey every order we give you, no matter what. After lunch, you will do well to take note, not to disobey, or behave in any manner I deem unco-operative. During lunch we will show you the preferred position, for little cunts, who dine with us.” With that, they ordered me, stomach down, over the low stool. Errol’s voice, from behind me, curtly ordering my arse up in the air. “Tomorrow I will allow you to clean up, before your butt plug, but today, my spunk is gonna stay in you, least you forget this morning’s lessons”, “yes Master”. “It will be removed for your thirty five lashings, but replaced immediately after your torture.” All this was being said as Matt held my arse cheeks apart and Errol was working the plug into my anus, it had ridges. I saw the box of them on the floor; one of them has got spikes on it!

They had me sitting, completely naked, on my stool, head down, peeling potatoes all morning. The butt plug causing me to sway upon the stool, working the plug, teasing me all morning. I was not looking forward to lashes-at-lunch…I was instructed to stop work when the lunch bell rang, and to stand to attention, and await them.

To be continued…

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