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Old Men Brutally Tortured My Clit to Train Me as a Sex Slave & Entertain Themselves
Old scuba divers made me open my legs, expose my clitoris & beg them to snap a brutal binder paperclip on my clit. 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.
I stood naked in the center of the circle, feeling the eyes of 14 old men on my body as they sat comfortably around me. The dildo ball gag filled my mouth, silencing me and leaving me to focus on the sensations of vulnerability that coursed through my veins. I could feel the choker around my neck, a silent threat that any one of them could yank on the attached leash and choke me if they so desired.
My ankles held restraints, not currently attached to anything but ready for use at any moment. My hands were cuffed behind my back, rendering me helpless before these men who feasted their eyes upon my exposed young female body. I could feel the butt plug nestled deep within me, a constant reminder of my status as their plaything.
The eroticism of the situation was palpable. The air around us thrummed with raw, sexual energy. I basked in their stares as they devoured my tits and pussy with their eyes, my exhibitionist nature exploding into a million tiny pieces of pleasure. The old men that surrounded me were wild and thirsty, hungering for what they saw before them — a young, nude, attractive blonde woman who was willingly submitting to their every deepest, darkest desire. The sight ignited an animalistic fervor within each of them, desperate to violently take possession of that young female body.
As I stood there, my body an open invitation to their lustful intentions, I could see the men’s arousal growing. Their eyes came back over and over on my perky breasts, the curve of my hips, and the smooth mound between my legs.
At that moment, I was a living piece of art for them to admire, a tantalizing vision of submission and sensuality. They whispered amongst themselves, discussing my predicament and how best to make use of me.
“Look at her,” one of the men leaned in close to another, his voice dripping with desire. “She’s like a ripe fruit just waiting to be plucked and devoured.”
The man beside him nodded, his eyes fixed on the butt plug that filled me. “She’s a perfect little sex pet, isn’t she? Just imagine all the filthy things we’re going to do with her this week.”
Conversations in this sex life report have been abridged to make it flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when I am aroused! It’s part of a one-week scuba diving vacation earlier this month.
Bending forward at their command, I spread my legs wide, giving them an unobstructed view of the butt plug nestled between my cheeks and my wet pussy. With every slow turn I made, the men in the circle gasped and murmured appreciatively, savoring the sight of my exposed vulnerability.
“Keep pivoting, just like that,” one of the men said, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see every inch of your mouthwatering body.”
“Fuck, look at that juicy cunt,” another man remarked, licking his lips as he stared at the wetness that coated my inner thighs.
As I continued to rotate for their entertainment, I reveled in their lustful gazes, feeling a thrill of exhibitionistic joy surging through me. I learned a while back that it was difficult to get one man to give me the rough sex I crave, but when in a pack, men more easily let their animalistic urges out. In fact, I learned that as a teenager, but that is a different story.
“Ah, such a perfect little slut,” a man purred, watching the way my breasts swayed with each movement.
The 14 old men began discussing whether my current adornments were enough to make me their dedicated sex pet for the duration of our one-week scuba diving trip. Their conversation was laced with explicit language and crude descriptions of how they wanted to use and dominate my body.
“Maybe we should add nipple clamps,” one man suggested, his eyes locked on my bouncy breasts. “Make her feel that pain while we fuck her like barbarians.”
“Or have her wear a tail plug,” chimed in another, grinning wickedly. “She’d look so cute crawling around on all fours like a little bitch in heat.”
The men’s voices grew harsher, their words more vulgar, as they fed on one another while debating whether I had truly grasped my role as their sex pet. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through me.
“Maybe she doesn’t fully understand yet,” one man suggested, his eyes narrowed as he studied me. “Should we remind her of the consequences? Let her feel that binder paper clip on her clit again?”
A shiver of dread raced down my spine at the mere thought of the painful clip biting into my sensitive flesh once more. I tried to protest, but the dildo gag filling my mouth rendered my pleas unintelligible.
The men laughed at my muffled cries, clearly finding it erotic to see such a beautiful young babe unable to voice her objections, completely at their mercy.
“Look at her squirm,” a man remarked, his eyes roaming over my naked body hungrily. “She knows what’s coming, and she can’t do a damn thing about it.”
“Maybe she needs a little reminder to be obedient,” another man said with a wicked grin. “Let’s make sure she knows exactly what we expect from her this week.”
As the men continued to discuss how best to reinforce my submission, I couldn’t help but feel my arousal grow despite the terror gnawing at my insides.
“Guys! Why a sex pet? Sex slave sounds better to me!”
These men seemed to have an unquenchable thirst for my suffering. My clitoris seemed to call out to them, and the hunger in their eyes was unmistakable.
I had always wanted to be at the mercy of a group of men letting their most basic barbarian instincts lose, and my wildest fantasies had finally come true as I lay at the mercy of these old men, experiencing a terror unlike any other and yet strangely aroused by the prospect of being brutalized.
“Right! We trained her as a sex pet, but now you gotta train her as a sex slave, Harvey!”
“Alright then,” Harvey finally declared, holding the dreaded black binder paper clip in his hand. “Let’s make a sex slave out of her.”
My body tensed as he approached, the cold metal of the clip glinting menacingly. The other men watched with eager anticipation, their faces twisted with cruel delight. I couldn’t believe how much these men were eager to brutalize my clit, but it was captivating to see.
“Remember, sweetheart,” a man taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic glee, “this is what happens when you don’t behave like an obedient sex slave.”
My eyes widened in terror, and I tried to scream through the gag, but all that emerged were pitiful whimpers. The men’s laughter filled the room as they reveled in my helplessness, their twisted amusement only fueling my own dark desires.
“Ah, there it is,” one man murmured, his eyes locked on my fear-stricken face. “That look of desperation, of pure submission… it’s intoxicating. She’s so fuckin’ beautiful!”
“Damn right, she is,” another agreed, his voice thick with lust. “I can’t wait to see her break down completely under our control. Never had a sex slave before. And certainly not a babe like her!”
I struggled against the iron grip of two men who had spontaneously taken hold of my thighs to pull them apart, my body writhing in a futile attempt to escape their grasp. Their laughter rang in my ears as they reveled in my distress, my humiliation fueling their evil desires.
“Look at her squirm,” one man chuckled, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee. “She’s not some damsel in distress — she’s the damsel we’re going to put in distress.”
“Damn right,” another agreed, licking his lips as he stared at my exposed, vulnerable form. “We’ll teach this little slut what a clit is for.”
Harvey stood in front of me with the binder clip in hand, his expression cold and merciless. He asked the men to release their hold on my thighs, and so they stepped back to their comfortable chairs. I immediately closed my legs, but Harvey shot me a stern look that made it clear any resistance would only make things worse.
“Listen up, Delisha,” he growled, holding the binder clip menacingly before my face. “I’m only going to put this on your clit for one minute, just to make sure you understand the consequences if you disobey us.”
“Or if she sucks our cocks like shit,” one man chimed in, his words sending a shiver down my spine.
“Or if her pussy ain’t tight enough for our liking,” added another, eliciting approving nods from the others.
It seemed to me they were more excited by finding any reason to torture my clit than by fucking me.
Tears welled up in my eyes as the weight of my situation bore down on me. My heart pounded in my chest, my body trembling in fear. Yet, beneath the terror, there was an undeniable euphoria — a perverse excitement at being so utterly at the mercy of these men.
“Please,” I whimpered, though my muffled plea went unnoticed due to the ball gag filling my mouth. The men laughed at my feeble attempt to beg for mercy, their amusement only serving to further degrade me.
“Look at her, trying to speak with that dildo gag in her mouth,” one man taunted. “Your mouth is only for sucking, babe!”
“Enough,” Harvey snapped. Fixing his gaze on me, he repeated his demand. “One minute, Delisha. And if you don’t cooperate, it’ll only be worse for you.”
His words echoed in my mind as I reluctantly nodded. Yet, I simply couldn’t open my legs as if they refused to obey me. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging heavy in the air as they watched, waiting for the moment when my body would be racked with agony once more.
“Two minutes, Delisha,” Harvey announced, his voice dripping with authority. My heart raced as I hesitated, my legs trembling in fear. With a shaky breath, I reluctantly opened them halfway.
“Ha! Look at her, just like watching a football game and waiting for the next touchdown,” one man called out, earning chuckles from the others.
“More like a wrestling match where we’re all rooting for the bad guy,” another chimed in as he stared hungrily at my exposed body.
“Three minutes, Delisha,” Harvey announced, his eyes never leaving mine. Desperate to avoid further suffering, I finally forced my legs wide open, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Good girl,” Harvey praised, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. The men around me hooted and hollered, eager to see what would happen next.
“Alright, Delisha, since you’ve been so compliant, I’m going to remove your handcuffs,” Harvey declared, unlocking the cold metal cuffs from my wrists. “Now spread those pretty pussy lips for us.”
My hands trembled as they moved toward my scared pussy, but the humiliation and fear were too much for me to bear. Instead of obeying, I covered my private female parts, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Four minutes it is then,” Harvey announced without any hint of sympathy. The men erupted into laughter and crude comments, reveling in my torment. “Make it ten already!”
“Look at her trying to protect that little clit of hers,” one teased.
“Too bad it won’t save her from the pain she’s about to endure,” added another, his gaze fixed on my quivering form.
“Enough!” Harvey snapped, silencing the room. “Open up, or it’ll be even worse.”
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I mustered the courage to reveal my most sensitive part to my torturer. My hands quivered as I spread my outer labia, fear coursing through me like an electric shock. I thrust my hood back, leaving my clit exposed and vulnerable to Harvey’s malicious intent. Every beat of my heart felt like a sledgehammer pounding in my chest as I stared into Harvey’s eyes, pleading for mercy that I knew would never come.
“Look at her,” Theo chuckled, “so desperate for it.”
“Ball gag off,” Harvey decided, reaching down and unfastening the strap from around my head. The dildo slipped out of my mouth. “Now tell me you want it.”
“Please, no!” I cried, tears streaming down my face. “I don’t want it!”
“Ha! She doesn’t want it, boys,” Edgar taunted. “But we all know she needs it.”
“Five minutes then,” Harvey announced, smirking at my anguish. The men erupted into cheers and crude laughter, reveling in my torment.
“Please, please, no!” I begged, sobbing uncontrollably. But my pleas only seemed to fuel their sadistic desires. They knew my safe word, and I had no intention of using it.
“Spread wider, slut,” Francis jeered. “Show us that pretty little clit of yours.”
“Come on, Harvey, make her scream,” Wilfred urged, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight.
“Alright, Delisha,” Harvey said, his voice cold and detached. “Do you understand your role as our sex slave?”
I nodded through my tears, barely able to get the words out. “Yes, I understand.”
“Say it,” he demanded, gripping the binder paper clip menacingly. “Tell us all how much you deserve this punishment.”
“I… I deserve this punishment,” I stammered, only partially hating myself for giving in to their twisted demands.
“Why?” Harvey asked, his grip on the clip tightening.
“Because I am a cock tease.”
“Right! And when will we put this binder clip on your clit?”
“Whenever any of you are not pleased with me,” I repeated, choking on the words and my hands shaking as I kept holding my outer lips apart to expose my clit, “you should punish my clit with it.”
“Good girl,” he sneered, bringing the clip closer. My body trembled as I braced for the agony to come.
“Please, Harvey,” I whimpered one last desperate plea.
“Too late for begging now, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice devoid of sympathy.
With a swift motion, he snapped the binder paper clip onto my swollen clit, and an indescribable pain shot through me. As I writhed and sobbed, the men jeered and laughed, reveling in my excruciating torment.
The pain that surged through me as Harvey snapped the tight metal binder paper clip onto my exposed clit was unbearable. My legs gave out, and I crumpled to the porch floor like a broken doll. Through tear-filled eyes, I glimpsed one of the old men smirking at my plight.
“Look at her,” he chuckled darkly. “Like a deflated inflated doll.”
“Damn! Look at her go!” Stanley cheered, excitement in his voice. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful! Fuckin’ erotic!”
“Music to my ears,” David added, grinning wickedly as my cries filled the air.
“Five minutes of pure bliss,” Cliff mused, leaning back in his chair and watching me twist and shake with dark satisfaction.
Desperate to end the torment, I brought my trembling hands to my throbbing clit and managed to remove the clip. But my relief was short-lived as the men’s expressions turned angry.
“Didn’t give you permission to take it off, slut,” Harvey growled, his face contorted with rage. “Now it’ll be six minutes.”
I sobbed uncontrollably as I once again forced my legs apart and pushed my outer lips aside, exposing my tender clit to the cruel clip. The anticipation made me shake even more violently as Harvey slowly inched the clip toward my most sensitive spot.
“Say it, bitch,” he commanded, his voice dripping with malice. “Beg me to put it on.”
“Please, Harvey,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Please put it on.”
“Tell me why you want it,” he taunted, pausing with the clip hovering just above my clit.
“Please, I want it,” I choked on my own words. “I’m a cock tease.”
“Tell me more, babe,” he demanded, moving the clip ever so slightly closer.
“Please, please,” I stammered, desperate for this twisted game to end, “put it on my clit. I deserve to be punished.”
“Tell… me… more, slave girl.”
“Please, Harvey!” I cried out, barely able to speak through my sobs. “You guys can punish my clit anytime you are not pleased with me.”
“Anytime? Like in… Anytime?”
“Yes,” I could barely articulate, my hands shaking so much that I could hardly hold my pussy lips apart to expose my clit to my torturer and to the spectators waiting to see the young blonde suffer.
“Who can do it?”
“Any of you!” I added, choking on my words more than ever. “Any of you, any time, you can beat my clit.”
Satisfied by my broken pleas, Harvey finally snapped the clip back onto my pulsating clit. The pain was even more intense than before, and I writhed on the rough porch floor, my body convulsing with every heartbeat. The men watched with dark satisfaction as I suffered for their twisted amusement.
Every second seemed more like a minute, and they wanted the babe to suffer for 360 seconds. I couldn’t help but squirm as my body convulsed on the porch, first on my back like a piece of bacon in a hot pan, then on my side, and then back onto my back again. With every heartbeat, the pain radiated throughout my entire body, leaving me breathless and desperate for relief.
The thought of using my safe word crossed my mind, but something within me resisted. I wanted to prove that I could endure this torment for these men. I discovered clit torture earlier this year, and I thought I had reached the maximum amount of pain I could endure, but I was wrong. I could take more. I wanted more.
Besides, I knew I would share this sexual experience with you guys, and knowing your cocks would also get hard motivated me even more.
“Look at her go,” one of them chuckled as they watched me writhe in agony. “It’s about damn time a clit gets what it deserves.”
“Damn right,” another agreed, his voice dripping with disdain. “I’ve had to please my wife’s clit for years. It’s pathetic how much attention those little things demand.”
“Isn’t it amazing watching such a beautiful young woman suffer like this?” Theo asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I never thought we would have such an erotic show when I paid my deposit for this trip.”
“Her pussy must be feeling so sorry for itself right now,” David added, smirking at my humiliation. “I bet she’ll think twice before being a cock tease again.”
“Remember all those times our wives forced us to go down on them?” Fred chimed in, his words filled with bitterness. “Well, there it is, sweetheart! We’ll go down on you all week, babe… with a binder paper clip!”
“Think about it, boys,” Albert said, rubbing his hands together. “Once we break her, we can use her clit however we want. I want to see her beg for the binder clip again. It was so fuckin’ beautiful!”
“Talk about sweet revenge,” Edgar muttered, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Fuck you, clit!”
I listened to their cruel laughter and taunting words, feeling my humiliation deepen with each passing moment. I couldn’t help but think of my parents and how they encouraged me to be happy in my wild pursuits. And even as I writhed in pain, a part of me took pride in enduring this brutal treatment for the entertainment of the men surrounding me. It was a twisted, perverse sense of accomplishment that kept me from using my safe word.
“Look at her,” Harvey said, pointing at my trembling form. “She’s barely hanging on, but she’s still not using her safe word. She must really want to please us.”
“Or she’s just a glutton for punishment,” Theo suggested with a wicked grin. “Either way, we win.”
The pain didn’t get better. In fact, it intensified, but so did my determination. I could feel the men’s eyes on me, feasting upon my agony, and I knew that I would endure this torment for them.
In a world where these old men felt powerless, I would give them the control they craved, even if it meant suffering through this unbearable pain.
I wanted to be the cure for emasculation.
My body never stopped trembling on the porch, convulsing with each agonizing throb of pain from the binder clip crushing my clit. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to stay strong, to resist the temptation to use my safe word and end this torment.
“See how she tries to remove it?” Harvey taunted, watching my hands hover over the clip but never quite reach it. “But she knows better, don’t you, babe? If you remove it, we reset the clock and make it ten minutes.”
“Fuck! I hope she takes it off!” a laughing voice said.
“Ya! That’d be cool,” Stanley agreed, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “She thought she was so high and mighty when she tortured our cocks in our pants with her half-naked body at Miami airport yesterday. Now look at her, writhing in pain like a worm on a hook.”
“About time one of those stuck-up blonde bitches got put in her place,” Cliff added, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. “Look who’s laughing now, sweetheart! We have control over your body; we decide when and how you feel pleasure or pain.”
“Pain!” another man corrected. “Pain only. No pleasure for her.”
I actually loved hearing that comment. I haven’t had an orgasm yet in 2023, and that’s how I wanted to keep it. I feel more like a fuck doll when men ejaculate over and over while I do not.
Meanwhile, my heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel their leering gazes upon my naked, helpless form. It was true; they had complete power over me, and that’s exactly what I wanted. As the pain threatened to consume me, I felt a perverse satisfaction in the thought that I was giving these men what they craved, that I was submitting to their darkest desires and making them feel like real men.
“Bet she never imagined she’d end up like this when she decided to organize this sex & scuba trip,” Wilfred sneered, folding his arms across his chest. “Squirming in agony while we watch and laugh. Turns out she’s even more beautiful like that.”
“Let’s see her try to act all high and mighty now,” Francis chuckled darkly. “Hard to look down on someone when you’re on your back, crying and begging for mercy.”
“Maybe she’ll think twice before teasing us again,” Victor taunted. “Not that she’ll have much time to worry about that — after all, she’ll get a whole week of hard fun.”
“Clit pinching fun, you mean!” a voice corrected.
As they continued to mock and jeer at my pain, I gritted my teeth and fought back the urge to scream out my safe word even though I ended up dizzy, and nausea invaded my throat.
“Gosh! Is she gonna vomit the sperm we gave her so generously?” a man asked to the general laughter.
The humiliation was unbearable, but I was determined to prove to them — and to myself — that I could endure this torment, that I was strong enough to withstand their cruelty.
“Well, get used to it, sweetheart. This is just the first day of our vacation… Remember scuba diving? Nah! Not for you! This is for you.”
As they continued to mock me, I forced myself to think about how proud I’d be to tell my parents about my latest sexual exploit. How impressed they’d surely be that I’d endured such torment at the hands of a group of old men. It was a twisted thought, but it gave me just enough strength to keep going.
“Look at her! That sure is a lot of crying,” Albert sneered. “Thought she could handle it, did she? Bet she’s never been put in her place like this before.”
“Maybe after this, she’ll remember her place in society,” Stanley chimed in. “No more acting all high and mighty, looking down on us like we’re dirt beneath her feet.”
“Exactly,” David added, his voice cold and contemptuous. “It’s time she learns what it feels like to be truly humiliated.”
Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw them all sitting comfortably around me, enjoying the show I was providing, watching me suffer with wicked grins on their faces. Their vulgar remarks and cruel laughter fueled my resolve to endure the terrors, to prove that I could withstand whatever they had in store for me.
“Think she’ll make it through the week?” Charles asked, smirking at my writhing form.
“Who knows?” Cliff shrugged, his eyes gleaming with malicious anticipation. “But I’m sure as hell looking forward to finding out.”
As the seconds ticked slowly by and the pain continued to pulse through my body, I clung to the ever-present thought of how proud I’d be when I’d tell my parents about this experience. How impressed they’d be at my resilience, my strength, and my unwavering determination to honor old men and pleasure old cocks. My Mom and Dad always encouraged me to push my sexual limits and experiment to find new sensations.
“Your parents will be so proud,” I whispered to myself, tears streaming down my face as I forced myself to bear the agony. “You can do this. You can do this.”
And with each second that passed, my resolve grew stronger, and the fire within me burned hotter.
A lot more happened on the first Sunday of our week-long scuba diving vacation. Later in the week, I ended up getting the large quantity of sperm I wanted to eat. After all, eating only sperm — a lot of it — was the reason I had organized the trip!
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