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14 Old Men Brutalized My Clit To Force Me To Agree I Didn’t Deserve To Go Scuba Diving
The ultimate pain was not a binder paperclip on my clitoris but preventing me from going scuba diving! [Sex Confession]
Delisha Kease is the author of Sex Confessions of a Young Blonde Scuba Diving Instructor: A Dive Trip When I Didn’t Dive Because 14 Old Men Forced Me To Be The Submissive Sex Pet & Dive Gear Slave of The Whole Dive Resort (DAY ONE).
Harvey asked the captain for a rope and quickly tied my hands together, then forced me onto my knees beneath a metal bar in the roof of the boat. With another swift motion, he secured the rope, leaving me dangling there, my arms stretched above my head.
“Let’s see how you like this, little pet,” he snarled, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “Maybe it’ll teach you some obedience.”
I struggled against my restraints, feeling strangely more vulnerable and exposed than before. My arms ached above my head, stretched and bound to the metal bar, forcing me into a submissive position. My clit and nipples throbbed from the relentless abuse they’d endured, but even as pain coursed through me, I couldn’t help but yearn for the depths of the ocean. I loved scuba diving almost as much as I loved worshipping old cocks.
“Please,” I begged, my voice strained from crying. “Let me go diving with you. I’ll do anything you want; just let me go down there.”
“Shut up, babe,” one man snarled. “Toys don’t talk back.”
“Come on, guys,” I persisted, desperation clawing at me. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You’ll make it worth our while?” Harvey growled. “We don’t need you for that. We’ll use your body to make our trip worth it!”
Conversations in these sex confessions have been abridged to make it flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when my pussy is wet!
My clit and nipples throbbed in agony, but the desire to go scuba diving burned within me. I was on my knees, utterly naked, with my arms above my head and wrists bound to a metal bar on the roof of the dive boat. Through gritted teeth, I kept begging the 14 old men surrounding me to let me go diving with them. Scuba diving was an intense passion, second only to being used by old men.
“Shut up,” one of them snarled in response, “sex toys don’t talk back.”
But I couldn’t help myself. The urge to dive was overwhelming, so I kept begging. Harvey, the ringleader, decided he’d had enough and reached for my tenderized clit to teach me another painful lesson. Instinctively, I sprang back onto my feet, moving away as far as the rope binding my wrists would allow. The old men laughed, amused by my futile attempt to escape their cruel intentions.
“Look at her,” one of them sneered, “trying to get away like she doesn’t know what’s coming.” Their crude words cut through me, reminding me of my place as their plaything.
Harvey’s face darkened, and he motioned for the other men to hold me in place. One man stepped behind me, gripping my waist tightly, but as Harvey reached for my clitoris, I instinctively fought to keep my legs closed.
“Get her legs open!” Harvey barked, his voice rough with excitement. Two men grabbed my thighs, their fingers digging into my tender flesh as they forced my legs apart. I struggled in vain, my body writhing against their harsh grip.
“Teach this little slut a lesson, Harv!” one of the old men shouted, his eyes gleaming with lustful anticipation.
“Make her beg for our cocks instead of begging to dive!” another chimed in, his words dripping with depravity.
“Show her she’s nothing but a set of holes for us to use and abuse — all week,” said yet another, the sinister undertone sending shivers down my spine.
My clit throbbed with pain, and my heart raced as I realized that my desire to scuba dive was overshadowed by these men’s hunger to humiliate and own me. Their crude language painted an explicit picture of how they saw me — a helpless, beautiful babe put on earth for their pleasure.
“Finger pinching her clit doesn’t seem to have taught anything,” a voice observed.
Harvey smirked, clearly enjoying my torment. Encouraged by other men to find a stronger way to teach me to be submissive, he dug through his dive gear and brandished a large black binder clip removed from his underwater slate, waving it in front of my face like a sadistic magician. With a twisted grin, he snapped the metal ears of the clip open and closed, making me flinch each time the jaws clamped shut.
“Think you deserve a more serious lesson, baby girl?” he taunted, the malice in his voice palpable.
My breath hitched as I stared at the menacing clip, my mind racing with images of the excruciating pain it would inflict on my sensitive clit. The fear churned in my stomach, mingling with the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Part of me wanted to scream for them to stop, while another part craved the degradation and control they exerted over me.
“Go on, Harvey,” one man urged. “She needs to know her place.”
“Come on, Harv,” another man egged him on as I squirmed in place. “She deserves it. Show her how a real man handles a slut like her.”
“Besides, she has a safe word if it gets too much,” another chimed in, his eyes gleaming with perverse anticipation.
I didn’t want to use my safe word.
I knew I would share this sexual experience with you guys, and knowing your cocks would get hard motivated me to push my limits.
“Make sure she never forgets that her only purpose is to be our fuck doll,” added one more, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
My heart pounded in my chest as the men unanimously encouraged Harvey to take things further. They were treating me like a piece of meat for their amusement, and yet, I couldn’t shake the thrill that coursed through me.
“Alright then,” Harvey said, finally relenting to the pressure. He nodded at one of the men, who quickly moved to spread my outer lips apart. My clit hood was pushed aside, exposing my vulnerable clit to the cool air, making me shudder.
“Look at that pretty little thing,” Harvey smirked, holding the binder clip open and inching it closer. The metal looked cold and unforgiving.
“Here we go,” he whispered just before the jaws clamped down on my clit. The pain was immediate and excruciating, like nothing I had ever felt before. It tore through me, forcing a scream from my throat.
The old men gazed with eagerness at my tormented form, their lips stretching into menacing snarls as they relished every moment of my torture. I could feel the searing agony emanating from my clamped clitoris and flooding through every inch of me, its intensity intensifying with each relentless heartbeat. Desperate to assuage the pain, my toes curled in agony, my anus clenched tight, my body trembled uncontrollably, and tears streamed down my face. The sheer brutality of these men was astonishing, and as I hung there, my body convulsing in pain, I realized I should have used my safe word, but I didn’t want to.
There was something intoxicating about being at the center of their twisted desires — and it terrified me that I loved it!
“Look at her twitch! That’s what you get for teasing us, you cock-hungry slut!” one of them jeered, while others laughed and continued to make crude comments about my body.
My legs gave way, but the men holding my thighs moved to hold me in suspension in mid-air by grabbing my ankles, preventing at the same time my body from convulsing as much as it wanted to. As I hung there, the old men laughed and came closer to inspect the damage they had inflicted upon me.
“Look at that cute little clit suffer,” one man sneered. “It’s about time a pretty blonde like her gets a taste of her own medicine.”
“Damn right!” another agreed. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been turned down by girls like her. Now, she knows what it feels like to be the one begging.”
“Her clit probably doesn’t even know what hit it,” a third man chimed in, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. “Just imagine all the times she’s teased it with those slutty fingers of hers. Now, it’s getting what it deserves.”
As they continued to mock me and my aching clitoris, I couldn’t help but remember my prior clit torturing sessions. At the time, I thought I had reached the maximum pain I could tolerate. But none of it compared to this — the sheer intensity of the pain, the humiliation, the desperation I felt as these men reveled in my suffering.
“God, I hate eating my wife out,” one man suddenly confessed, his face contorted with disgust. “Seeing a clit take a beating like this is oddly satisfying.”
“Ha! Yeah, my ex never let me anywhere near her pussy,” another added. “Well, look at me now, bitch. I’m watching this sexy young thing get torn apart while you sit at home, alone and miserable.”
Their laughter and crude comments stung me, but at the same time, a twisted part of me reveled in their attention. I had asked for this, after all. I had challenged them to push me to my limits, and they were doing just that.
“Remember,” one man said, his voice dripping with menace, “this is only the beginning. You’ve got a whole week with us, and we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”
“We’ll make sure we never forget it!”
The burning pain in my clit intensified as Harvey pulled on the rubber band attached to the paperclip. My body trembled, and tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t help but let out desperate pleas.
“Please… please let me go diving with you,” I cried, even though the pain was almost unbearable.
“Say it,” Harvey growled, tugging the rubber band harder. “You don’t deserve to dive because you’re nothing but a naughty cock tease.”
“Please,” I begged, but the men around me only grinned, urging Harvey on.
“Come on, slut,” one of them taunted. “Admit that you’re just a sex pet, and pets don’t dive.”
My body shook uncontrollably from the pain, but I finally choked out the words. “I… I don’t deserve to dive… I’m just a sex pet… Pets don’t dive.”
Harvey nodded, satisfied, and then began to twist the paperclip still clamped onto my clit. The pain was like fire spreading through my entire body, making me feel lightheaded and dizzy. The old men laughed and jeered, their faces twisted with cruel delight.
“Look at her squirm!” one of them barked. “She’s just a brainless fuck doll, and her needs mean nothing!”
“Never seen anything so beautiful in my life,” another added, his eyes glued to my tormented naked body by then covered with my tears flowing down between my tits and onto my belly on their way to the clamp at the source of them.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Harvey removed the paperclip from my swollen clit. The sudden rush of blood back into the sensitive flesh sent my body shaking even more violently than before. The men’s laughter grew louder, their dirty comments and violent remarks echoing in my ears.
“Bet she’s never been used like this before,” one of them sneered. “Just look at her shake — she can’t handle it!”
“Can’t wait to see what else we can do to her,” another said, his eyes filled with a dark hunger. “This is so hot.”
My body still trembled from the intense pain, tears streaming down my face. Some of the old men stared at me with a sick fascination, their eyes filled with hunger.
“God, look at her cry,” one of them muttered, licking his lips. “There’s nothing more beautiful than watching a gorgeous blonde babe like her break down.”
“Right?” another man agreed, his eyes wide with excitement. “The way her body shakes with her firm tits bouncing around… fucking incredible.”
More of the old men chimed in, their crude comments and perverse admiration fueling their desire for more of my suffering. I could feel their eyes roaming over every inch of my naked, vulnerable form.
“Come on, Harvey,” one of them urged. “She’s so damn sexy. Let’s see more wobbling young boobs.”
“Teach her a lesson she won’t forget for the rest of the week… or more,” another added, smirking.
With a nod, some of the men approached me, their hands reaching out to caress my trembling body. They wiped away my tears as if they cared for me while their words painted a different picture.
“Sweetheart, you need to learn your place,” one of them whispered into my ear. “You’ll thank us later when you realize how much better it is to be submissive.”
One man held my cheeks in his rough hands and kissed me on the mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, babe!”
“Such a pretty little thing,” another murmured, his fingers picking up tears between my young firm tits. “But you have to understand that this is what you were made for — to please and serve men like us.”
Their twisted affection sent shivers down my spine, but there was a part of me that couldn’t deny the thrill I felt at being so completely dominated by these older men. They had broken me down, exposing my rawest, most primal desires.
“Look at her cry,” one man chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with perverse excitement. “There’s something so fucking beautiful about a young blonde babe like Delisha sobbing and shaking like that.”
“Damn right,” another agreed, his eyes glued to my naked form as if I were the most captivating thing he’d ever seen. “I’ve never seen anything so arousing in my life.”
“Please,” I whimpered, trying to maintain some shred of dignity. “I’ve learned my lesson. Just let me go diving with you.”
“Damn! Harv! She didn’t learn her lesson!”
“Aw, poor thing,” Harvey taunted, a cruel grin stretching across his face as he held the binder clip menacingly in front of me. “You want more, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“NO!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as he clamped the unforgiving metal down on my sensitive clit once more. My body convulsed violently, the pain searing through every nerve ending.
“Fuck yes!” one of the men roared with laughter, seemingly intoxicated by the sight of my suffering. “That’s what she gets for being such a cock tease!”
“Make her beg, Harvey!” another urged him on, his excitement palpable as he watched the scene unfold before him.
“Alright, bitch,” Harvey growled, gripping the rubber band attached to the binder clip and yanking it, sending fresh waves of unbearable agony through my tortured clit. “You’re going to promise not to ask for anything for the rest of the week, understand?”
“YES!” I cried out, willing to say anything to make the pain stop.
“Good girl,” he smirked. “Now tell us that you won’t speak anymore unless someone asks you to or you’re answering a question.”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breaths. “I won’t speak unless… unless someone asks me to or I’m answering a question.”
“See, boys?” one of the old men cooed, his fingers gently wiping tears going down my flat belly as if he were trying to comfort me. “She’s learning her place. And she’ll thank us for it later, won’t you, babe?”
“Y-yes,” I whispered, allowing the hot tears to continue streaming down my face. The thought that they found my weakness and pain so beautiful was absolutely terrifying, yet at the same time, it ignited a spark deep within me that craved their cruel dominance.
“Please,” I gasped through my tears, desperation clawing at my chest. “No more.”
“Let her cry all week if she wants,” another man commented with a lecherous grin. “There’s just something so damn irresistible about seeing a perfect-10 Playmate like her in such agony.”
I considered using my safe word, but my stubborn determination held me back. And then, the captain spoke up, providing me with a timely rescue. “It’s a beautiful sight to see a blonde babe cry and twist like that,” he said, his eyes devouring my naked, tortured form. “But we’d better get on with the diving.”
With a reluctant sigh, Harvey removed the paper clip from my clit for the second time. My body shook in agony as the blood flow returned to the swollen, sensitive flesh. The crude comments of the men echoed around me, each one relishing the sight of my pain and humiliation.
“Damn, I’ve never seen a woman’s cunt take such a beating,” one man laughed. “Bet she’ll think twice before teasing us again.”
“Fuck, look at her shake,” another chimed in. “Like she’s begging for more.”
As the men geared up for their dive, I returned to my submissive position, naked, on my knees with my arms tied above my head. And I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I was missing out on the very thing I loved almost as much as serving the old cocks of these men. Yet, at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride that they had unleashed their animalistic instincts upon me, just as I had asked them to do at the airport.
With a mix of envy and longing, I watched the men dive into the water, leaving me on the boat with the divemaster and captain. In my vulnerable state, I found myself wondering if my mother had ever experienced such intense pain in her own clit, or if my father had ever witnessed a woman’s clit being tortured in this way.
I knew it was a strange thought to have, but at that moment, all I wanted was to connect with my parents and share this raw, brutal experience with them. They had always been so accepting of my wild side, and the idea of discussing my most recent humiliation with them only fueled the fire burning within me.
And while the pain was still scorching between my legs, I chuckled. For the first time in my life, I would not be diving during a tropical dive trip in paradise! So much for being a dive instructor! And I would never look at a black binder paperclip in the same way. Think of me when you see one!
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