Filthy Slut

“You’re a slut. A filthy slut.”

Shame burned red on my cheeks.

The palm of his hand crashed down on my bottom again. Right. Left. Left Right. I was sure the color of my nether cheeks matched the blush in my face. There was no way to get away from him. To hide. Restraints secured me to the spanking bench, my upper body sloping down, ass up in the air and legs spread wide. I was exposed. Beautifully and shamefully exposed.

I squirmed, trying to escape the onslaught of slaps raining down on my wobbling flesh. The moment he stopped, I wanted him to start again. I almost jumped from the restraints when his finger ran through my slit.

“So wet. A filthy, wet slut.”

Moments of silence followed, only for the silence to end with one word: “Slut!”

I shut my eyes tightly, even though there was no way for me to see him. For that I was grateful. There was no way I could look at him now. What if I saw contempt in his eyes? His words were harsh; his intonation humiliating.

His fingers disappeared deep into my body and curled to find my sweet spot. Forgotten was my burning behind, and all I was aware of was those fingers bringing me closer to an orgasm. Involuntarily, I clenched my cunt muscles. He pulled his fingers out, moved and pushed all of them into my mouth.

“Taste yourself, slut.”

He spread his fingers in my mouth, stretching my mouth. There was no way for me to suck him. I moved my head, trying to reach his fingers; to taste myself.

“So greedy.”

Moving out of sight, the spanking started again. This time when he stopped slapping me, his fingers dipped into my wetness and spread it to my butthole.

“Holes. Greedy holes of a greedy slut.”

A moan escaped my mouth when he pushed a finger inside me. Another finger joined as he started stretching my hole. My body was focused on his fingers and almost missed his cock pushing into my cunt.

“Two holes filled. The third needs to be filled to. A slut has to have all her holes filled, right little slut?”

While he talked, he had pulled his fingers from my body while at the same time pushing his cock in deep. I felt the weight of his body on mine, and it was only when something pushed against my lips that I opened my eyes, then my mouth. A thick, short silicon dildo entered my mouth and I felt him tying the strap of the gag behind my head.

His weight lifted from my body, and his fingers entered my back hole again. One finger. Two. Three.

“Three holes filled, three fingers in. Are you sucking that cock, slut?”

I nodded my head and made some kind of affirmative sound.

“Dirty slut, having all her hokes filled. So greedy.”

He pumped his fingers in and out; thrusted his cock in and out. My orgasm built again, but once again, just before I could surrender to the feeling, he pulled out.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered.

He stood in front of me, wanking his cock.

“Suck that cock in your mouth!”

I sucked. I lowered my eyes to his cock, wanting to watch him wank, but he ordered me again to look at him. Our eyes locked. The first strands of his semen hit my cheek, then my nose, my chin.

“That’s all you’re good for slut, to be fucked and come on. Sluts get what they deserve.”

I lowered my eyes, shame burning on my face once again.

Later, sitting in his lap, my back to his front, his arms around me, he rubbed my clitoris and pinched my nipples until finally he allowed me to have the climax I had been craving.

“You’re a slut. A beautiful, dirty slut. My filthy little slut.”

I melted into him.

“Mine,” he said, as his hand disappeared between my legs again.

Note: I have written about https://rebelsnotes.com/2019/07/humiliation/ before, and where we are not into humiliation play, there are some things Master T can say to me which will make me feel a bit of shame at times, but also pride, because I know he likes that I am his slut. And, I like it too!

© Rebel’s Notes

5 thoughts on “Filthy Slut

  1. Wow Rebel this was really hot. I know what you mean about humiliation and there are just some things that can hit you which don’t seem to make sense. I understand the sense of pride too 😊

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