Farewell

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He did not like to be blindfolded. Or gagged. Or bound.

He was used to being the one in control – the one who had the power to determine the pace of activities, what would happen, and when. Bindings, gags, restraints – those were to be used on others, not on him. He had always been the Dominant in the relationship.

But he had transgressed. He had broken their arrangement-which was why he stood, leather cuffs around ankles and wrists, bound to a wooden X-frame, naked except for the metal cage around his cock, the O-ring gag in his mouth, and the leather blindfold covering his eyes. He knew where he was; he had chosen it.

There was a rather lovely bed just a few feet in front of him. He had spent many nights on a bed very much like that one being pleasured by his pet, enjoying the feel of her body, the enthusiasm of her service to him, and her desire to please.

His ears were uncovered; he could hear the door open and the sounds of voices. Hers he recognized immediately, although he did not recognize the male voice. It was deep and rich, which did not surprise him, although it did send pangs of jealousy through him.

The voices came closer and the bedroom door opened.

“So, that’s him, huh?” the male voice asked.

“It is,” she replied. He hated hearing the contempt in her voice. How many times he had been thrilled to hear her address him as “Sir” he could not recall. He doubted he would hear it again.

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

“I am. I really am,” she admitted. “Get on the bed and get comfortable. Don’t get naked though, not yet. I’ll be right there.”

He heard her footsteps get closer to him, then he felt one of her hands lightly touch his cheek while the other went to his caged manhood, gently fondling him, sending blood rushing to the delicate anatomy, only to be frustrated as the contraption prevented his erection.

“How long has it been since this has had the attention you want it to? Two months? Three months? How long has it been since you’ve been with her? And even longer since you’ve been with me.”

He couldn’t speak to answer, but he grunted and nodded his head in affirmation.

“Your release doesn’t come today either,” she stated, cruelty tinging her voice. Her fingers tightened around his balls, making him wince. “However, I’m not going to leave you totally unpleasured either.”

She stepped away and he could sense her moving behind the frame. When he felt her finger between his ass cheeks, he knew what to expect, and moments later, he felt a cold, slimy substance coating his asshole. When she shoved the vibrator in place, he knew to expect it, although he wasn’t expecting the toy to be quite that large. She switched it on, and the buzzing hit him in exactly the right spot, only for the cage to continue to frustrate and hurt as it blocked him from growing hard.

Resuming her place in front of him, she slipped his blindfold off. “I wasn’t sure which would bother you more, hearing me moan and beg and scream for him, not being able to see, or having to watch. Once I got to see what was in his pants, I knew which way this had to go. Now, enjoy.” Her anger with him was unmistakable.

She had already stripped down to a red lace bra and panty set that had been one of his favorite things to see on her, clearly chosen by her for that reason. She turned away from him, and his gaze was immediately drawn to her exquisite ass, the lace of the panties stretched perfectly across her firm cheeks. He could only watch as she knelt onto the bed and began to crawl her way up to the stranger’s body.

For the first time, he took in the man who was going to use his former pet before his eyes. The man was slightly taller than he, slightly more muscular in build. His beard was trimmed in a close cut goatee, and his skin was olive and tanned, probably of Italian or Mediterranean descent. The man was stroking an impressive looking bulge through his jeans as his former pet crawled closer. She rubbed her face against the bulge, inhaling audibly as she did so, and the man took his hands away.

“You smell incredible,” she said. “Mouth-watering. I need to taste you.”

“Go right ahead, Slut,” the man said, which sent a twinge of anger through the bound man. Not only because of the familiarity the phrase suggested, but also because that word angered him when applied to her. She had been his pet, something to be cherished and protected. “Slut” reduced her in ways that he had never been comfortable with. But then, she wasn’t his anymore, was she?

“With pleasure, Master,” she said, the phrase hurting him far more than the restraint around his cock ever could. He couldn’t help but be aroused watching her unzip Master’s pants, and fishing out his thick cock. She turned her head back to look at him, licking her lips exaggeratedly. “I cannot wait to taste you.”

Turning her head back, her tongue snaked out, languidly traveling from the head of the thick member down to his heavy, hairy balls. Master groaned and wound his fingers in her hair. “That’s a good, Slut,” he said, his eyes closing in pleasure. She continued to bathe his cock with her tongue, and when it was well and truly wet with his precum and her saliva, she parted her lips and teeth wide and took him in deep, her lips coming to rest at the base of his cock as she buried the throbbing dick  in her throat.

The bound man groaned in anguish, mirroring the moan of pleasure the Master had released. He knew too well the pleasures that her mouth could bring, and it was horrible being forced to watch another man receive it. Slut’s head began to bob up and down as her hands played with Master’s balls, and Master let out another groan.

“My Slut is greedy today, isn’t she? She wants to taste Master’s cum?” His hands tightened, and he began to force Slut’s head down on his cock. The bound man knew that she had little gag reflex, but Master was fucking her face deeply enough that he could hear her start to choke on the thickness wedged in her throat.

Master relented for a moment,  pulled her head back, and an obscene “pop” accompanying the sound of her lips breaking the seal with his cock could be heard across the room.

“Yes, Master. Fill my mouth with your cum. I want to taste you, I want to swallow you, I want to drink you deep,” she chimed.

Slut greedily resumed her activities, making Master’s cock disappear down her throat again. She was frenzied, sucking him with greed and gusto, her hands working his balls and the shaft of his cock, doing all that she could to get Master to explode in her mouth. The bound man could only watch in horror. In their previous encounters, she had never been able to get him to cum in her mouth. He had always stopped her, preferring to finish inside her pussy. She had often talked to him about how badly she wanted to drink him, and he had promised her that the next time, she would be allowed. As his pet, he had looked forward to that. Watching her do it as another man’s Slut was the worst thing he had ever seen.

“That’s it, that’s it…. Ugh… Such a hot mouth on my Slut… Do it! Use your tongue! Yeah! That! Right… fucking…. there…. ARRRRGGGHHH!!” Master screamed as his hands came down on the back of Slut’s head, forcing himself deep inside her as he came. The bound man could only look on in horror as Master’s body convulsed as he emptied his balls in Slut’s mouth.

When Master released her head, she pulled back weakly. Some of Master’s cum had overflowed, and leaked out of her mouth, dripping past her lips. She turned her head away from Master to look at the bound man as her tongue snaked out, picking up some of the stray cum. Her manicured fingernail came and wiped the remaining excess away, and she slowly sucked that finger into her mouth, slowly withdrawing it to show that it had been completely cleaned of Master’s semen. Her eyes locked with his as she clearly said “Yum.” Only after tears came to the bound man’s eyes did she turn away to look back to her Master. She climbed up his body, resting her head on his chest. Her hand went back down to Master’s slowly deflating cock and she began to gently play with it. “I want more. I want to feel this inside of my wet cunt. I’m so wet, so tight, so ready for you to fuck me. To claim me. To own me.”

“That’s good, Slut. But I do need just a minute. How about we see what you can do to inspire me? Dance for me, Slut. Make me hard and ready for you.”

She stood, rising off the bed, and began to dance. He had known she studied dance, including burlesque. She had promised that she would show him someday. He had never expected it to be like this, watching her dance for her new Master.

She moved sinuously, like a snake, body writhing in ways that could make you imagine an invisible partner there with her, touching her, guiding her. She arched her back towards her non-existent lover’s touch, breasts thrust out to feel his body heat. Her hands went behind her, unhooking her bra, revealing her modest but exquisite breasts to the world, her nipples already hard with excitement. He could see the look of hunger on Master’s face, and watched as Master’s cock began to harden once more. Slut licked her lips while gazing at Master’s manhood, and brought her hands between her legs, stroking up her thighs to the seat of her lacy red panties, which had a growing wet spot from her arousal.

She turned away from Master as she bent over at her waist, putting her exquisite ass directly in line with Master’s sight. She locked eyes with him as she sensually pulled her panties down, revealing her sex to Master, but it was to the bound man that she spoke to.

“I am so wet, so tight, so ready. I want to be filled by that cock. I want to feel it pounding into me. Pin me to the bed, hurt me, just fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want to be bruised. I want to be hurt. I want to be claimed. I want that thickness filling me, thrusting in and out of my wet pussy.” Slut’s eyes remained focused on him, and for just a moment, he could imagine she was still his pet, that the offer she was making was for him. But then he saw the look of dismissal in her eyes, and he realized how fully he had lost her.

She stood back up, and for a moment, he could see her pussy – the pussy he had longed for, and craved. She was trimmed short, fine brown hairs not quite obscuring the sight of her lips, which were engorged with her arousal. She turned away from him, back to Master, and walked over to him. “May I ride you, Master?” she asked as she looked down to see his now fully erect cock. He could not help but notice that Master’s cock was not much larger than his own would be were it not stuck inside the cage. He might be slightly thicker, but Master’s cock was somewhat longer.

“Of course, Slut,” Master said. “Impale that cunt on me. Ride me until you cum. Make me fill that cunt with my sperm.”

He couldn’t see her face from this angle, but he could see that she nodded and when she she straddled Master, throwing one leg over him as she centered herself on him. She ground herself back and forth on Master’s cock, and he recalled the times she had teased him with her pussy. Hot, wet tears spilled from his eyes, burning their way down his cheeks as he realized that those pleasures from her were gone, his no longer, but given to another. Slut raised her ass in the air, and he could see how wet she was as she aimed Master’s cock between her nether lips.

“Fuck me, Master,” she said as she sank down on Master’s cock, a loud moan coming from her lips.

He could only watch as she rode up and down Master’s manhood, groaning with pleasure each time he bottomed out. She rode him slowly, but hard, making use of every inch of Master’s pleasure. He still could still not see her face, but the sounds she made told him all he needed to know about the way Master was making her feel. Worse, however, was that he could see Master’s face, and between his own memories and those expressions, he knew exactly how wonderful Master must have felt with her on top of him.

How long it lasted, he could never say. It could have been as little as five minutes. It felt like he was watching them for eternity, trapped in a private hell of his own making. But it ended as it had to. Their tempo increased, the sounds of pleasure from them both built. Master grabbed Slut by the hips, guiding her as she rode him, taking control, taking charge, and as soon as he did, her sounds of pleasure intensified.

“That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me, Master. Fill me. Own me. Fucking do it!” she screamed as she brought herself down to meet Master’s thrusts.

“Yeah, take it, take it, take it!” Master groaned. “You’re mine. My Slut. My cum-dumpster. My toy. I’m… never letting go… of you. Here. It. CUMS!”

Master’s hips rose high, pushing Slut into the air. From his viewpoint, he could perfectly see Master’s balls contracting, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Slut’s cunt was being filled with Master’s cum.

They both collapsed, and he had a perfect vantage to see where their bodies were merged together. As Master’s cock began to soften, he slipped out of her, and he could only watch as the thick mixture of their cum, white and creamy, began to drip out of Slut’s well-fucked cunt.

“Next time, I want you to take my ass, Master,” he heard her say as she lay on top of her new owner.

“Absolutely. I want all of you, Slut. But what do we do about him?”

“He’s seen all I needed him to see. I’ll get him out of here.”

She once more rose from the bed, and walked towards him, glorious in her nudity. She had been well-used, and the pleasure on her face was unmistakable. It was equally unmistakable that it had not been him who had pleasured her.

Moving behind him she pulled the vibrator out of his ass, roughly, with no care for his comfort. His asshole ached where it had filled him. She then came back around, producing a key from the table that had been just out of his sight, and she undid the contraption containing his cock. The ache in his balls was immense, but the pain was enough that he doubted he would be able to get hard again anytime soon.

She didn’t look at him as she undid the restraints at his ankles or as she worked on his wrists.

“Your clothing is in the other room. Your car keys are there as well. I want you to leave. I don’t want you to ever contact me again. This was the end. I’m his now.”

Her voice remained cool and distant, and that hurt more than everything he had witnessed.

“I understand,” he answered as tears continued to flow down his face.

Unbound, he turned away from her mutely and went to the living room. He gathered his clothing and dressed, wincing as he pulled his underwear up over his abused cock. He found his phone and wallet where he had left them, although he noticed that the contacts section of his phone had been opened. Her number had been deleted. Completely defeated, he slid phone and wallet into his jean pockets, and reached for his keys. When he turned back to the direction of the door, he was surprised to see her still standing there, now wearing a loose coat over her nakedness. Although it covered her breasts and obscured his view of her sex, somehow it made her far sexier in his eyes. It was not the worst image he could have burned into his mind as his final view of her.

He made his way to the door, doing his best not to look back. He exited, not bothering to close the door behind him as he started to walk to his car, preparing for the very long drive back to his home city. As he unlocked the door and got in his car, he thought he heard her voice quietly saying one last thing before she closed the door.

“Drive safe, Sir.”

He sat down, hands on the wheel. He lowered his head and began to sob.

About the Author

Broken Unicorn has been a writer since he was a child, starting off writing decidedly non-erotic stories about superheroes. As he got older, he started writing erotica about superheroes, before eventually discovering his kinky side and writing about people who could live in the real world. He lives in the midwest, and is happy to live in a very full house that includes four humans and two dogs. He can be found under the profile Broken_Unicorn https://fetlife.com/users/8765084