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Hung Upside Down With Ears & Eyes Shut, I Discovered Clit Torture & The Pleasure of Pain
From nipple clamps to being walked like a pet with a clit leash, I found how my pain gives erections to cocks around me, and I loved it! [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
This is Part Five of a whole week of sex adventures during which I was a naked pet in a bare hotel room. Many guys had a card key. My job was to wait to be used & shared.
I had to split this week-long sex report into 5 parts because so much was done to or with my body over the entire week. I am one lucky girl!
Check the entire week's events here and pick the parts that excite you the most!
Heads up! For those of you who get a hard-on when my body takes a beating, you will be pleased with this fifth report about the last days of this week-long experiment! The guys were finally comfortable with not being gentlemen.
Warning related to the title: it’s called clit torture, but don’t call the police just yet! I loved it! And all participants knew my safe word.
Used As a Fuck Doll With Ears & Eyes Shut For 24 Hours
Back at the hotel, after an evening of my naked body being used at a cigar lounge, we met my friend Madison. The guys had called her to get help with the supplies needed for the “Ears & Eyes Shut” experiment.
They got me on my back on a plastic-covered mattress, where they tied my hands to the front legs of the bed and my ankles to the bottom ones. They gave me a bit of slack to move, but barely. I was spread like a sea star with all of my holes readily available — and visible, of course! The slack they left in the ropes was tested so a guy could get between my legs and lift my ass to better fuck me up the butthole. Madison had a few guys trying it to make sure.
Madison knew the “Ears & Eyes Shut” scenario because I had discussed my entire Fuck Me Harder dream list with her.
She put earplugs in my ears before covering my eyes with a few layers of scarves. There was no way I could peek underneath as you can do with an airplane eye mask. To further enforce my sensory isolation, she placed a noise-canceling headset on top of my ears. All of a sudden, it was absolute darkness and absolute silence. That scared me!
As you may already know, one of my biggest thrills in sex is to see men’s facial expressions when they get their way with my body. Seeing how excited they become when using a young blonde as a sex toy is the main reason I want to be a fuck doll, used and passed around.
With my eyes totally covered, I was going to see… Nothing. It was on my Fuck Me Harder list as something I dreaded. Yet, at the same time, I wanted to experience it. I figured it would bring the feeling of being just a sex object to a higher level.
I crave being the center of attention, so how could I handle not even knowing if there were people looking at me? But that was the idea –torturing me by not letting me know if somebody is looking at my naked tits and exposed pussy, and not seeing how much the cock-carrying beasts enjoy pleasuring themselves with their sex pet.
Already in the first few minutes, I almost panicked.
Seeing men with hard cocks around me is like a drug to me, and I was in early withdrawal shock just thinking about not seeing anything for… 24 hours! I had told Madison my dreaded dream was for 24 hours, so I could really feel the suffering associated with it.
Madison — well, somebody — completed the setup by pushing a ball gag in my mouth and wrapping the strap around my head. That suddenly made me wonder how I was supposed to use my safe word. But I had no intention of using it. Ever. In fact, I also fantasized about being sold at auction with no strings attached, no rules, and no safe word. I know it’s not socially acceptable — so I probably never will have a chance to do it — but it gets my love canal wet.
Silence. Nothing touching me. More silence. I wiggled a bit, and sure enough, there was no getting out of those restraints.
And I no longer had any notion of time. They had tied me down on the mattress on Saturday evening, and then, nothing. I was sure my evil friend Madison was behind that move. Every single second, I was expecting hands on my legs and a cock up my pussy. But nothing. I hated her for a moment, but then, I was thrilled to confirm that it was absolute torture for me. Already, I was sure to never forget that weekend.
I eventually fell asleep just to be woken up by hands holding my hips up and a cock ravaging my ass. And I couldn’t hear a thing. Which one of the eight guys was it? Was anybody else in the room watching that guy giving it to my nude, defenseless body?
Was it Sunday morning already?
That guy did his business and left. Then nothing happened until I felt somebody pulling the ball gag out of my mouth just before a pussy was pressed against my lips.
Oh my god! There were other people in there besides the eight guys. It had to be Madison, I figured. But I knew Madison’s pussy, and this one didn’t seem to taste like hers. Nevertheless, I devoted all my attention to pleasuring that woman with my tongue. And here’s another thing. I could sense when she came, but I didn’t hear anything. Did she yell? Did she like it? Were there guys watching girl-on-girl action?
I wanted out, but I didn’t want out.
Then another pussy came over my mouth. A different one. It tasted different, the clit was different, and the lips were smaller.
Even if one of these women was Madison, at least one other woman was using me. Madison knew how to keep me on my toes, and I was sure she was the one who gave the guys an operating plan full of surprises.
Once that second girl left, a cock was pushed into my mouth, and sex became much more rough than with the two girls. The guy unceremoniously pushed my head up and down his cock, holding it tight on both sides and forcing my neck to flex to its max.
Which cock was it? I had sucked the cocks of the eight guys a few times but hadn’t taken mental note of any particularities. When I sucked their man tool, I was not trying to remember by touch and feel – I could watch their faces and know who was in my mouth.
Wait a minute! What if they brought other guys too? After all, they had brought at least one more girl and probably two.
As soon as that guy had ejaculated in my mouth and moved away, I felt pain in both nipples.
My Nipples & Clit Took a Beating From Clamps
Somebody snapped clamps on my nipples!
There seemed to be a chain linking the clamps, and the person pulled on it, forcing me to arc my back up to follow my tits, although I was pretty limited in my movement. Eventually, I couldn’t go up anymore, but the person kept pulling. I feared my boobs were probably not round anymore but stretched up like candles!
He or she kept pulling until the clamps snapped off my tits. There was a limit to how much my boobs could stretch like that. And it hurt! But it was such a thrill at the same time.
Guess what my main concern was? It wasn’t that my nipples hurt from the powerful pull and snap. No. I’m vain! I worried my boobs probably didn’t look good when stretched like that. I think men like my young, firm boobs to be round.
And then, he or she snapped the clamps back on. As I was expecting my nipples to take a second beating, I felt two fingers on my vulva, and ouch! A clamp closed on my clitoris. It hurt like hell. I wiggled like the devil in holy water.
In the past, at prior sex parties, I had guys entertaining themselves with clamps on my nipples but never on my clit. As my body contorted from the unexpected pain, the kinky part of my brain wondered why nobody had done that to me before.
At that moment, on that mattress, I wanted to know if the person was laughing at me and if anybody else was looking. Those were my concerns, not the pain. In fact, after the initial shock, the pain was exciting to me — an intense feeling of being alive. I had never felt pain in my clit like that.
And then, the pain increased as the person pulled on it, making the clamp tighten down on my love button. I pushed up my body as much as I could by raising my hips, but eventually, I couldn’t go up anymore. Yet, the person kept pulling.
It hurt like fire, but in my brain, I was wondering what it looked like. I had a pretty good idea of what my boobs could look like when pulled on, but… My clit? Nobody had ever done that to me.
Despite the pain, my next thought was that I needed to redo it when my eyes were uncovered to see what people saw. Whoever was torturing my clitoris held my body up for a while. My lower body was held by my clit. I didn’t know a clitoris was that strong! But it makes sense. It’s highly elastic.
He or she eventually let me down but left the clamp on my clit.
Nipple & Clit Clamps: Gripping & Exciting Pain
Then we got back to something more familiar. Strong hands grabbed my hips, and a stiff rod was pushed up my butthole. Although my ass was taking a beating, it was a break from everything else that had just happened!
Soon, the hands on my hips let go, and I got my clit stretched again. Instead of holding my body by the hips to have a proper angle to fuck me in the ass, he grabbed me by the clit — virtually! And every time he pushed his cock in, it gave a pull on the clit clamp.
To help my clitoris, I held my hips up as much as I could. It was quite an exercise for my abs! My slim belly was getting a workout!
And then, I experienced another breakthrough in my quest to push my limits. The pain on my clit while my ass was getting fucked didn’t bother me anymore. In fact, and I don’t quite understand myself, I helped him give a more significant pull on the clit clamp with every trust by no longer helping with my hips. Maybe my abs were getting tired, too! But more than that, it’s like I wanted the pain. No. It is not “like” — it is precisely what it was.
There is a part of me that is a masochist. I can’t deny it. But I don’t think it’s a standard type of maso because pain alone doesn’t interest me. However, the pain, while my body was used as a sex object, was a hell of a thrill.
Once the guy was done with the sex doll, his cock was out of my butthole, and my clit was no longer pulled on, I wiggled my ass. I wanted my body to continue being held up by my clit. I squirmed and wiggled, pushed my hips up and down, and eventually, he pulled gently on the clit clamp. I wiggled more while letting my hips rest on the mattress, trying to let him know I wanted more since I couldn’t speak. It seemed like he got the message because he raised and lowered my body a few times simply by pulling on the clamp and squeezing my clit, which was on fire.
There is no word to describe the sensation.
Maybe you’ll say I am mentally ill and unfollow me, but… It was one of my most memorable sexual experiments to date. My clit was strong enough to raise my body. The clamp was hurting me, but my clit could take it. And I was being abused by somebody without knowing who it was or how many people were watching.
When he stopped beating my clit and removed the clamp, a new rush made my body shivers from head to toe. It’s as if removing the clamp had sent waves of pleasure to my button of joy.
Nothing happened for a while after the clit clamp. Eventually, I had the urge to pee.
Just like when I was a pet in a cage a while back, it had been arranged with Madison that I would pee right there when needed. She had brought a plastic mattress cover, and I thought she would place towels under my body, but she didn’t. So the first time I had to pee, the liquid spread under my ass cheeks and back. Eventually, unceremoniously, somebody lifted my body, and somebody else wiped my back. When they let me down, the plastic was cold, but it didn’t seem wet anymore.
On top of losing my ability to see and hear, being on a sheet of plastic made it even more extreme, probably because of all the horror movies where they place a person on plastic when they want to kill her.
Fortunately for me, I didn’t have a need for the other thing we do on a toilet bowl. Typically, when I am on a sperm diet, I don’t need to go shit very often. My theory is that men's sperm is good for me, and my body uses it all.
I felt hands on my thighs and around my vulva. The clit clamp got repeatedly put on and removed. Every once in a while, my body got pulled up from the clit clamp — sometimes a lot, sometimes just a little. I had the distinct impression that there was a group of people looking, discussing, and playing with my clit and the clip clamp. I would have killed to know how many cocks were in the room and how hard they were getting from abusing the young blonde girl at their disposal.
Every time the clamp snapped on my clit, tremors were sent up and down my body. And then, every time they removed the clamp, it was as if a talented sex partner had been giving me oral sex — not in terms of the physical sensation but in terms of the intensity of the feeling. I later researched the topic (while writing this report), and it turned out that it was normal. It’s the blood flowing back into the clit that provides the pleasurable experience.
I regretted the “Eyes & Ears Shut” scenario for a second because… The first time my clit took a beating, I didn’t even get to see the facial expressions of the people doing it. See? Again, it’s not the pain that bothers me. I like to see and be seen!
I woke up later on with a cock being pushed inside my mouth. The ball gag had already been removed, obviously. It was a big rod, and the guy wasn’t shy about pushing it deep down my throat.
Almost right away, another cock was pushed into my pussy. I smiled internally. It seemed to me that lately, my ass had been much more popular than the female organ designed to welcome cocks. But that guy had a choice, and he picked my vagina. I squeezed his cock with my vaginal walls repeatedly to provide him with as much pleasure as possible.
By the time I swallowed the load from the rod diving deep in and out of my throat, the guy using my pussy was done. And almost right away, ouch! The clit clamp was back! I wiggled, half from pain and half from the intellectual pleasure of men having no restraints in how they were using my young naked girl body.
Then, to my surprise, they untied my wrists and ankles. Had it already been 24 hours?
Apparently not! Somebody pulled me out of bed and, from my memory of the place, dragged me to the adjacent suite. Then somebody pushed me on the floor on all fours, grabbed my hips, and went to work on my ass. Another guy grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat. They both came quite quickly, but another pair of hard rods claimed ownership of the cum bucket. Then another pair. Then another one.
I didn’t count, so I wasn’t too sure, but it seemed to me there were more than eight cocks. I wondered if the guys had brought additional buddies. I guess it made sense. After all, I would never know who used me — ever. I assumed that the men carrying these extra cocks had been vetted by Madison, like it’s usually the case, with a recent health check. But then, not always. After all, I’m the one who wanted the old man's cock at the cigar lounge. After all, if that guy hadn’t seen a naked woman in thirty years, what were the odds he had an STD?
In any case, cocks continued to play tag with my mouth and my ass. Nobody cared for my pussy. I still had that clamp on my clit, and… Wait a minute! My hands were free! I had been so much in the rhythm of being used that my brain hadn’t fully registered that I could operate my hands.
Becoming The Ultimate Fuck Toy
Remaining on all fours but holding myself up with only one hand, I reached for the clit clamp. There was a chain dangling from it. I grabbed it and pulled down on it. Wow! Yes! That is what they were doing. I pulled down further. It hurt, but my hand would not release the tension.
In my head, I was seeing my body being lifted only by that clamp on my clit, and… Man! I couldn’t imagine how men who are into rough sex with a young blonde wouldn’t get turned on by it. The clit! The thing that we discuss so regularly, and that men feel like it’s a choir to take care of.
I’ve met men who seemed as interested in pleasuring my clit as they were in washing the bathroom.
That clit! The thing they take care of only because they have to. That clit! Instead of kissing my clit, they could take control of my body through it.
Let me explain.
I enjoy being used and shared as a sex pet. At sex parties, I regularly end up full of cum — and covered in cum—while I get no orgasm for myself. I’ve been to sex parties that lasted days, during which countless men got to ejaculate thanks to what they did with my body, while I didn’t even reach climax once.
It thrills me to know it. It’s a thing in my head, obviously! But it makes me feel like a real fuck doll designed for sex.
It’s pretty easy for it to happen like that because I rarely get an orgasm from penetration, and men like friction on their rods. For me, climax usually comes from oral sex.
But from now on, instead of men simply ignoring my clit and, therefore, providing me with no orgasm while they get to ejaculate repeatedly, they could bring it up a notch. Instead of neglecting my clit, they could control me through it. They could make it even more clear that my body is theirs, not only by not providing me with oral sex but by giving a beating to my clit.
How could I be more submissive than that? How could it be more explicit that my body is there for their pleasure, not mine?
Damn! I get wet just thinking about it again. I think I will carry a clit clamp around my neck as jewelry to make sure there is always one available! That would be a nice conversation starter with strangers!
I Got Walked Like a Pet, Pulled By a Clit Leash
I was ecstatic because I was sure, right there, right then, it was the beginning of a new role for my clitoris. Many parts of my body had regularly taken a beating in rough sex games, including my butthole, my ass cheeks, my face cheeks, my mouth, my jaw, my pussy, and to some extent, my nipples. But now men could also give me a beating on… The clit.
I remember thinking about how many men would get a hard-on from it. I like to please, you see? So, yes, I cherish being a submissive sex toy! I like being a cure for emasculation. The only paycheck I want in return is to be fed sperm.
In any case, I kept pulling on the chain attached to my clitoris, feeling the pain and planning the future. I barely noticed that there were no more cocks pounding me. What happened?
I think they enjoyed watching how I tugged on the clit chain, and soon enough, somebody pushed my hand away from it, got me to stand up, and… Pulled on the chain, forcing me to follow. He – I assume it was a he because I had been pounded by numerous cocks and hadn’t tasted a pussy in that hotel room for quite some time… So, he kept pulling. I kept following. We were going in a circle. Then the tension was released but not for long. I think somebody else grabbed the chain, and the pet got walked around again by the clit leash. Then another one. And another one.
Damn! I so badly wanted to see and hear. Were those men laughing at me? How much were they enjoying “walking” their sex pet by pulling on a clit leash? I had never even heard of such a thing, but then I rarely go to sex shops or look that stuff up online. Madison always has plenty of toys, and I’m hers.
I enjoyed the pet walk very much because I pictured in my head a bunch of guys watching a naked blonde in such a submissive state. I had been walked as a pet many times. I even spent an entire month as a naked pet! But I could only imagine how my clitoris would now be so much more visible.
Already, my clit is in plain sight. It’s not that I have a big clit. It’s a small button of love. But it’s not much hidden under a hood like most other women I had a chance to go down on. My clitoris had to be even more visible, with a chain pulling it away from my body.
Then I stopped. The guy pulled. I resisted. He pulled more. I wiggled my hips forward and backward to release the pressure and then increase it. I wanted them to know they could go for it. And the guy got the message.
He pulled on my clit clamp so hard I almost fell forward. It burned like hell. I laughed. So if they any worries they might have were alleviated.
Then somebody put the ball bag back in my mouth. I only realized I was free to talk when I laughed, and I didn’t have time to talk before the ball bag was back in place.
With every pull, the clamp tightened up and further hurt my clit. With every release of tension, I felt a mind-blowing tingling sensation.
And then… Wait a minute! We had been going in a straight line for quite some time. Were we out of the suite? Why would they bring me to a public place? Nudity is one thing (and I enjoyed being sent to the lobby in my birthday suit), but somebody could take offense at what we were doing or assume I was being held and tortured against my will. But I didn’t have any control, and I didn’t know for sure where we were.
Eventually, my feet encountered a doorstep. It was as if we had gotten into another suite further down the corridor. But why would they do it? Oh, wait! Maybe they brought buddies, as I suspected, and these guys used another suite to camp for the weekend.
How many men were looking at me? How many men had used me in the last day? I had no idea. I was still in a world of silence and total darkness, but I was in heaven with plenty of hands suddenly exploring my body, fondling my boobs, snapping nipple clamps on and off, slapping my ass, and sliding up and down my thighs. I also had a series of fingers up the ass, and yes, people repeatedly pulled on the clit leash.
There were so many hands on me at the same time, there was no doubt my naked body was exposed to more than eight guys.
And then, somebody got me on my back on the floor. All hands were gone, and… Ouch! Somebody pulled on the chain linking the two nipple clamps while somebody else (probably somebody else) pulled on the chain attached to the clamp giving a beating to my clit.
I arched my back, bending my legs and pushing myself up with my arms. They kept going. And going. Although I enjoyed it, I instinctively tried to stand up, which eased the pressure on my nipples but made it worse for my clitoris.
They released the chains, and I stood up. It wasn’t the end of it, though. First thing I knew, somebody put handcuffs on my wrists behind my back and something that felt like handcuffs around my ankles. They then repositioned me on the floor and restarted the process of pulling me up by the nipples and the clit.
For about a second, my body was held by these three clamps, not feeling the floor anywhere on my body except on my heels. But the nipple clamps quickly snapped off, and my back was on the floor again. Whoever was controlling the clit chain let go, and I laid there on my back, naked, wrists and ankles tied, in what I assumed was a room full of guys, including strangers I had never met.
Eventually, somebody helped me get up and walked me by the clit leash for a long time. I assumed we went back to the suite, and I got confirmation when my body was pushed onto a plastic-covered mattress.
They removed whatever was on my ankles and tied each foot to, I presumed, the bottom legs of the bed. They also removed the clamps but not the handcuffs, and it was quite uncomfortable to have my hands tied behind my back while resting on my back.
The “Ears & Eyes Shut” had gone much beyond what I had in mind when dreaming of it, but… Damn! My body was finally taking a beating like I always wanted. I’m thinking that the guys felt less of a need to be gentlemen with my eyes and ears shut. There was no intimidating eye contact. I should have done it sooner!
I was abandoned in bed for a while. I tried to figure out how much time I had been used and shared by how many guys, and I had a strong feeling that the experiment was most likely done. It had to be almost Sunday night, the end of the 24 hours.
But guess what? I found out afterward that they had unanimously voted to extend the event to 48 hours because Monday was a day off for most of them. It was President’s Day. So I was right to think it had been a long time!
I Got Hung by My Feet Like a Piece of Meat
Eventually, hands landed on my body again, and I learned the consequence of sharing past sexual adventures with guys who no longer feel the need to be gentlemen.
They dragged me back to the adjacent suite and pushed me on my back on the floor. I expected the clamps back on my tits and clit, and I shivered in expectation. I wanted the pain! But that is not what they did.
They tied my ankles together, and my body was lifted. My tied feet kept going up. And then it clicked in my head! I had told them about the old men having hung me by the feet during a deep-sea fishing day, and I had even bragged that I had since then trained with an inversion table to be upside down for long periods of time.
So, I ended up hanging my feet. It didn’t hurt, though. I think they used some sort of cushioning material around my ankles.
Guess the first thing I wondered about? What do my tits look like when hanging down toward my face, and how many men are looking? Yes, entertaining is my mission and my fuel!
I pondered what they were planning on doing. They certainly didn’t have fish blood to wipe off the floor with my long hair as the old men had done on that fishing boat.
First, they slapped my ass which made my body swing back and forth. I didn’t count, but I’m pretty sure there were a lot of guys, or some of them slapped my ass numerous times. It burned, and eventually, I was confident my butt cheeks were of a colorful and, hopefully, entertaining red.
Then dildos got pushed down into my pussy and my ass. And the guys went to town with them, ramming them in and out at a fast speed. I enjoyed the image of my body hanging down with my pussy and ass at their eye level while they gave a beating to my female holes, but I wondered if anybody had told them that I usually only reach climax from oral stimulation on my clit. And I figured they wanted to see me wiggle from pleasure while hanging by the feet, so I was ready to fake an orgasm when, ouch! The clit clamp and the nipple clamps were back while the pussy dildo was retired. I immediately and, without even thinking about it, wiggled my bum. I felt like a lucky girl, and my torturers got the message.
A guy pulled on the clit clamp while somebody else kept beating my butthole with the dildo. Soon, though, my brain didn’t give any attention to the dildo. Its action was immaterial to my body, but what was happening to my clit was a different story. It hurt even more, probably because it was still sore from the prior times. But it was the pain in my clit that was getting me excited and wet.
With the guy pulling on the chain attached to the clit clamp and me hanging upside down by the feet, my body started waltzing back and forth, and whoever had control of the clit chain was doing awesome work. He pulled hard when my body waltzed up and followed the movement down while still keeping tension on my clit.
I eventually realized that the dildo had been left in my ass, but nobody was ramming it in and out of me anymore. And the nipple clamps were still hugging my nipples. But the action was all on my clitoris. I so desperately wanted to know how many men were watching my body getting a beating, and it was as if they had heard me because some hands resumed slapping my ass while somebody seemed to be on his knees next to me, regularly fondling my boobs and giving an occasional tug on the nipple clamps. Some other hands traveled up and down my thighs, while others seemed to worship my flat belly. I was in heaven!
Eventually, I was left to swing back and forth gently while nobody was touching me, and all the time, with my eyes and ears shut, I was imagining the picture. My naked body was upside down like a piece of meat ready to be cut and eaten, my boobs hanging toward my face with nipple clamps, and what had proven to be the amazing discovery of the weekend, an unforgiving clamp on my clitoris.
They lowered me down. I don’t know how long I stayed upside down — probably less than an hour, but don’t worry! I’ve done 3 hours on an inversion table. Of course, when I practice it, I am not getting my clit beaten at the same time.
Holding My Breath & Soaking My Head in a Bucket of Pee
I got on all fours and dizzy. Yet, the first thing I did is reached for the chain attached to my clit clamp and pull on it, wondering if I should get a piercing.
A while back, I wondered about clit rings. I was told that, in most cases, it is actually a ring through the hood. A piercing gal told me that a ring or any type of metal decoration could be pierced through the clit itself, but it was rare and painful. I will go talk to her again. What if I would constantly feel at least a bit of pain with a real clit piercing? If so, I want one! Besides, wouldn’t it make it easier to attach a leash?
I didn’t have much time to catch my breath, though. It seemed as if the guys were gradually getting rougher as time went back. And thinking about it that way, I may want to do it again but for a month. I bet more extreme stuff would be done to me toward the end of the month.
They pulled me again like a pet with a clit leash. I guess they figured out I truly enjoyed it. But they removed the nipple clamps. And I ended up in a bathtub, from the feel of it. My hands were still handcuffed. Then one guy manhandled me quite roughly to get me on my knees with my head pulled back.
Tony removed the headset, earplugs, and blindfold. To my surprise, Tony was alone with me in the bathroom. He asked if I was ok. I put a finger on my lips and whispered back: “You know my safe word.”
It smelt bad. I looked around. Next to me, there was a bucket of pee. He explained they wanted me to take a bath in pee but didn’t manage to produce enough yellow liquid. However, they wanted me to prove what I had said about being able to hold my breath underwater for a long time — 5 minutes when freediving in the ocean.
They wanted me to show them everything I had bragged about earlier in the week! Me and my big mouth! Well, I actually have a big mouth — a gigantic smile! And it is quite useful as a cock-pleasuring device. I was designed for sex.
I nodded. He yelled, ‘“She’s ready!”
I expected seven guys to come in. Instead, five male beasts joined us in the bathroom along with a woman.
“Delisha,” Tony said, “meet my wife, Maud. Maud, Delisha!”
Needless to say, I was stunned. Not only did his wife know about his sex games with the blonde slut, but she was there to see at least part of it.
“You were… You sat on… Who was the other girl?” I asked.
“You’ll never know, will you?” Maud said, giggling and shrugging.
Conversations are recalled from memory, so they may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is there.
I looked at her, finding it captivating that I had gone down on a woman I had never seen in the nude. And she was now dressed like all the guys in the bathroom were too. I may never see her naked body, yet, I’ve tasted her!
“So?” one of the guys asked, bringing me back to the challenge at hand.
I pivoted for my knees and body to face the bucket, asked them to time me, took a few deep breaths, then plunged my head in the pee with my hands on the side of the bucket.
It was quite different than ocean water, I can tell you that much!
When I thought it had been a few minutes, I pulled my head out, keeping my eyes closed with pee flowing off my hair, on my boobs, and on my back.
I hadn’t done it for five minutes. I was short of a full minute!
I told them I would try again because I didn’t want them to think I was a liar. In other words, I gave myself an additional disgusting challenge! I was a naked, dirty girl, dripping pee — the only naked body in the room — and getting ready to voluntarily put my head under pee again. I love to entertain men. What can I say?
I asked them to slap my ass every 60 seconds, with one slap for each minute.
The first slap was so strong I almost flipped the bucket over! Holding the bucket tighter, I later got two strong slaps on my bare butt cheeks, then three slaps, then four, then… I waited. And waited. Would the five slaps ever come?
I couldn’t hold my breath anymore, so I pulled my head out of the bucket of pee, mad at myself for failing. With my eyes closed and my blonde hair glued by the pee to my naked perky breasts, I heard laughter.
“5 minutes and 20 seconds,” a guy announced.
Fucking bastards! They let me stay there, with my head under pee, past the five-minute target. I was mad and yet, proud of myself. The more it goes, the more I enjoy being sexually used and abused. And I’m a lucky girl because I get plenty of it! Well, I don’t know if it’s luck or simply that I am not afraid to experiment while my body is still young and cocks still get hard around me.
Cold water splashed on my face and down my body. I shivered, and the headlights went on on the sisters! Somebody was nice enough to help me clear the pee from my hair and body.
By the time I opened my eyes, Tony was alone with me, controlling the jets of water.
“You’re done!” he said.
I took a few breaths.
“Wait!” I said. “One more!”
For some reason, I wanted to impress Tony in front of his wife. And perhaps I also didn’t want the week to be over. So I offered to do the deep deep-throat.
He called for the guys, but only his wife came back into the bathroom.
“They all left,” she announced.
They had satisfied their quota of blonde bashing, I supposed!
As I was lost in my thoughts, feeling a huge drop in energy after an adrenaline-fueled week of sex adventures, Tony and his wife discussed something. I didn’t listen.
It turned out that Tony had told her what I had suggested and his wife insisted he did it! Some women are more willing than others to let their men have fun with their penises, I guess!
My heart skipped a beat. The energy was back! I would deep-throat the cock of a man right in front of his wife. I placed my hand under his balls as soon as he dropped his pants. But before getting to work on his rod, I asked his wife to drop the pocket of pee over my head at the two-minute mark, which was my usual limit for deep-throating.
I don’t know why I asked for it. It seems like I increasingly want sex to be rough and dirty for me.
Taking a deep breath and then exhaling just before straightening my neck and pushing the hard cock down my throat, I did what I do best: be submissive to a man.
While fighting the urge to take the foreign object out, I used two fingers to show his wife the bulge in my neck. To me, it looked like a snake that had just swallowed prey, and I had discovered as a teenager that guys liked to see that. I was wondering if a wife would be as interested.
She was! And she caressed my snake-like neck while I forced myself to keep my top lip on her husband’s belly and my bottom lip on his balls.
She enjoyed it so much that she forgot about checking the timer on her smartphone. I pointed to it! Then she grabbed the bucket and pulled it over my head but not as I expected. She didn’t drop the whole content of the bucket over my head. Instead, she slowly poured the yellow liquid, making a clear effort for most of the pee to go down my face.
I guess some women also like to give a beating to a blonde. She was a brunette! I don’t know if it is related, but it’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!
I was determined to keep her man’s penis down my throat for as long as she would shower my face with pee. Since it is friction like sucking and licking that seems to make men ejaculate, I didn’t move, and so Tony’s cock stayed hard and down my throat for the whole time.
We did it!
Once I pulled her husband’s cock out, she announced 196 seconds — three minutes and 16 seconds. I had beaten the record I had established after practicing deep-throating every day for a month.
I don’t know why I can hold my breath for more than five minutes underwater — under any liquid we actually had demonstrated — but cannot hold a cock down my throat for the same amount of time. Should I ask my doctor at my next visit? I wonder how he would react to such a question. Wait a minute! I will ask him! And, yes, I picked a male doctor because it is much more fun for me to get undressed in front of a man.
“I will take a shower,” I said, standing up and finding the faucet with my eyes still closed.
Once I got out of the shower a while later, I found Tony and his wife sitting side by side, very cozy, like two lovers, on the couch. I was still naked, head to toe.
I stood there, in my birthday suit, in front of them. Did I mention I didn’t want the week to be over?
Casually Discussing Clit Torture With a Husband & Wife
I inquired how the frame I use with my inversion gravity boots had ended up in the hotel suite. To train, sometimes I use an inversion table, which allows me to be at 45 degrees, for instance. I also have a metal frame and a set of gravity boots, which let me dangle free. Only the frame was in the room. They used a rope to hang me by the feet for a more dramatic effect, I suppose.
In any case, Madison’s husband, Darnell, had brought it over. Then I asked about the clit clamp. Where did that come from?
Tony’s wife laughed.
It turned out Madison had given the boys the idea of nipple clamps, but it was Tony who had placed an order online for the clamps with assistance from his wife, and it was she who had suggested he try it on the clit as well.
“You like it?” I asked her.
“God, no!” she said. Tony was now the one laughing.
Maud didn’t like any kind of pain. At all. But she enjoyed the idea of her husband giving it to a blonde girl. Sometimes I think I understand women even less than men! Actually, I think I understand men just fine.
With men, it’s simple. I show them some skin, maybe a nipple, and perhaps proof I don’t have panties under my sundress, then tell them they can do anything they want, and that’s it! They are in paradise. It’s an animal that is easy to please.
I sat naked on the table in front of the couch, and we chitchatted like three long-time friends. We mainly talked about… Clit torture. And we googled a lot of information about it.
We also ordered room service. Maud enjoyed seeing me open the door in the nude even more than I had ever seen a guy enjoying such a thing.
There is a lot more to clit torture than what we had done, and Tony placed an order for a few different types of clamps. We agreed that I would go to their house to test them once he received them.
Since then, I have done further experiments with clit torture and pain as a source of pleasure. Read about it here.
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