***All works of erotica are fictional. We NEVER condone anything that is not consensual.
You have talked about this trip for months.
It started in passing. You wanted to go visit some of your old haunts. You wanted to see what had changed, who was still there, and surprise a few members of your leather family.
I was excited for you.
It’s not often you get the chance to be free Sir. For you to take even these three days to visit is out of the ordinary.
You were all set. You asked me to book you a room. After all, you cannot surprise family if you ask ahead of time to stay there.
I booked you a room with a king size bed, located only a few doors from the jacuzzi. Long trips like this are murder on your body. I know you will need to relax, and the heat will help you.
About a month ago, you asked me to come with. I was surprised. You had been looking forward to some time to yourself. I did not wish to be underfoot.
You told me it was my decision. Logically, you planned on taking some gear to use at a party and you would appreciate the help but would not force me to go.
I knew I was going the minute you asked. Even kneeling quietly in a corner while you played would be enjoyable to me.
I like watching you play Sir.
Course, I have never met a girl who was not mesmerized by you.
It is Friday now. We are up before the sun, packing the van with your gear, our clothes, and a small cooler with drinks and snacks.
We have seven hours of driving ahead of us. I am not looking forward to that. I am worried I will get motion sick, like I often do, but you seem far less worried.
I run downstairs and say my goodbyes to the family, stopping to grab a jacket. I know it will be cold for a while.
I lay my jacket in the car and I hear you call me into the garage. I figured you needed my help.
I was wrong.
I stepped through the open door and one hand is on the back of my neck while your other covers my mouth.
You stare me down and get close to my face.
“Shh. From this point out, you are in service mode. You will worry about nothing. Is that understood?”. You remove your hand from my mouth.
“Yes Sir”. My voice is breathy. It often is when you take control so suddenly.
“Good. Bend over and pull your panties down.”
The garage door is wide open. Anyone could see us. But it’s been less than a minute since you told me I am in service mode and I have no desire to start the trip on a bad note.
I bent over, pulling my short black sun dress up my back and my lace panties to my knees.
Two of your fingers rub across my clit. You know I have no control. A few short strokes and then you plunged your fingers right inside me. I gritted my teeth. I have always been tight, and I cannot naturally lube. We both know it hurts without preparation.
You finger fuck me until I am trying to push back against you.
“Still.”
I whined softly. I do not wish to be caught but I am always desperate when you touch me.
I felt something round press against my cunt. It slips inside with only a bit of pressure.
You replace my panties and prompt me to stand up. I am pulled back against your chest and your lips rest against my ear.
“That will stay in place until I say otherwise. Did you pack the rest of what I asked?”
“Yes Sir,” I responded, thinking of both the clothespins and the clover clamps in my purse.
This is going to be an interesting ride and we have not even left yet.
We have been on the road for about two hours now and I don’t know how much longer I can take this. Without so much as a word, you keep turning on the toy you slipped inside of me. I should have known it would be more involved than just keeping me filled for the trip.
Fast pulses until I am nearing the edge. Then you cut the power. My body convulses with the sudden stop. I know better than to cum without permission. Even if you are pushing my body to the limit, repeatedly.
Four hours in and my body is beyond tense. You have been edging me continuously for the whole trip. Soon, we see a sign that says we are five miles from the next town. Your game intensifies.
“We are going to stop for gas and to get a drink.” When you smile, I know that is not all that will be happening.
“Yes, Sir”
“Take the clamps out of your purse and put them on.” You wait patiently as I do as instructed. I gasp a little at the pressure. The clover clamps bite hard on my tender flesh and press uncomfortably against my piercings. I have never made it more than an hour in these, and that was pushing myself to tears. “Now, slip your panties off.” Just as I start removing them, you turn the toy to high and I squeeze my legs together just to gain some semblance of control. I slide them down kick them from my ankles. I move to pick them up, but you tell me to leave them.
“When we stop, you are going to go inside and get us drinks. Take your time sweetie, I will be waiting.”
My head drops down to my chest. I know that my cheeks are turning a soft shade of red. You know how much this embarrasses me to be so underdressed in public.
“What’s a matter sweetie?”
“Nothing, Sir. I am feeling very shy.”
“Awww, poor little piggie.”
That just turns me an even brighter red. I enjoy being your little piggie, but I am extremely shy outside of our home. You love pushing me to face that embarrassment.
It is only a few miles to the gas station, and I am already feeling the bite of the clamps. I close my eyes, trying to breathe through the pain. Of course, you knew what I was trying to do. You prefer when I stay in the moment.
Suddenly, I feel your hand slap down onto my bare thigh. My eyes fly open and I grunt from the force. I look at you and you are simply grinning, keeping your eyes on the road. I look down to my leg and I can see the outline of your palm. The imprint won’t stay long but I will feel the smack for a long while.
We pull to a stop before I realize we have arrived. I grab my wallet and my mask. I still find it ironic that my face is covered but the rest of me is bare beneath my dress. I am slow to close the passenger door after I get out and you raise an eyebrow at me.
I take a deep breath, turn around, and head inside. I have never felt like my dress was too short or revealing as I have at this moment. It feels like all the eyes are on me. My hands nervously tuck at the hem of my dress, tugging it down. I kneel down slowly to get our drinks. They are always on the bottom of the cooler, but you knew that. I curse you under my breath as the vibrations start up again. I grab the drinks and my legs wobble slightly as I try to stand.
You are impossible, Sir.
I slowly make my way up to the counter. I wave away a kind strangers concern at how I am walking. I must look a right sight. I breathe deeply as I wait for my turn to pay. It is instances like this that I am thankful my face is covered.
I swipe my card and offer my thanks as I grab my bag. I walk as quickly as I can to the car without raising suspicion. I reach for the handle, only to find the door locked. I look through the window and you are staring at me with your fingers on the lock. The toy surges to its highest setting and my forehead drops against the window. I am going to collapse at this rate. My legs are shaking, and my breathing is getting erratic.
I know you can see me whispering against the window. It is a continuous litany of “please” and “Sir.” I am not even sure if I am asking to finally be allowed an orgasm or if I just want inside the car. After a couple of minutes, I hear the lock click open. I open the door and climb inside.
“What took you so long sweetie?”
I just glare at you as you chuckle. You are far too amused by this.
I pop the top on your drink as you pull away from the gas station. You have silenced the toy for now but without the distraction, I am starting to feel the intense pain of the clamps. They have been on nearly twenty minutes now. I can feel the pain radiating into my back.
“Sir, may I remove the clamps?”
“When we reach city limits.”
I close my eyes. That is nearly five miles. Red light after red light, five miles is a very long time.
Two miles down and I am unsure if I can do this any longer. “Please, Sir.”
“No. You are almost there sweetie. You can do this.” Deep breath.
I am watching the street signs intently. Another mile down. My hands have curled into a fist. You have kept the toy silent for a reason. You want me to experience the pain without distraction. You want me to endure it. You want me to know that I can.
One mile to go. My body is stoic. Every movement antagonizes the clamps. The cloth of my dress is nearly unbearable.
As soon as we crossed the city limits, I was ready to remove them. “Please Sir. May I remove them now?” Its always better to double check with you. I never know if you will have changed your mind and start something even more wicked.
“Yes, you may. You did good.”
I removed them and immediately press my palms against my nipples as the blood rushed back into them. It is so intense. All I want to do is be allowed to orgasm. I know that is a long time away. But a girl can dream.
It has been a long trip Sir. My body is exhausted. You have been edging me for eight hours, if we include the stops we made. My skin is so sensitive. My dress feels heavy and the slight breeze makes my knees quiver. You have had the toy tease me, pushed me with my clamps, and had me tease myself openly on the drive. I can tell you that seats are high enough that I am positive I was on full display. Is that why we took the roads that are crowded with semi-trucks?
You get us checked in to the hotel. We are not meeting anyone else until tomorrow. So, this should be a good chance to relax.
I should have known better.
Once everything is put away, you take a seat in the wingback chair near the window. The curtains are drawn, and you ask me to come stand in front of you. You sit forward slightly, and your hands wrap around my thighs, resting on my ass. I stand silently, waiting for your instruction.
You pull one hand back and bring it up to cover my cunt. My eyes rest on the top of your head and my hands come up to your shoulder as you smack my lips hard. Two, three, four times. Your fingers slip between my lips as my fingers tighten on your shoulders. My legs are shaking as I hold myself still. You slide over my clit. Its so sensitive from all the teasing. I can feel the pulsing in my back. You slide forward and I feel you hook the toy and pull it. I feel so swollen and the tugging hurts. You bring your other hand off my ass and snap twice.
With relief, I let my legs give out and drop to my knees. My eyes go to the floor and my hands rest on my thighs.
Your fingers come up to my lips and I suck them clean without hesitation. Once you are satisfied, you bring the toy to my lips and I repeat the process. You pull it from my mouth and drop it into my hands. My head drops forward onto your knees as I steady myself.
You run your fingers through my hair and speak softly. “When you are settled, I want you to crawl to the bathroom and leave the toy by the sink to be cleaned later. Then I want you to crawl to the door and bring back the bag I left there. Do you understand, piggie?”
I nod my head. Your fingers tighten in my hair and pull my head back to look you in the eye. “Care to try that again?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”
You let my hair go and I relax back into position. I appreciate that you are letting me settle into my role. It has been so long since I have been in continuous service like this. My head is in its confused state. It is where I can still feel the pain and sensitivity, but my mind has yet to clear of everyday stress. I need this. I need to just be here, with you, and forget everything else.
Thank you for knowing me as you do.
I think I am ready now.
I lift my head from your knee and slip the toy between my teeth. I turn and start crawling to the bathroom. In no time at all, I bring the small black bag to you. It is heavy between my teeth, but I am determined not to drop it.
You pull the bag from my grip and stand. You step around me. I can hear you laying items on the table, but I have no idea what it could be. I desperately want to peak but I know better.
I startle slightly when your hand rests on my head. I am losing myself in service. My mind is calm, even though my body is still sensitive from play. I breathe deeply and relax my shoulders.
I can do anything you ask of me, Sir.
“Come here piggie.”
I turn and crawl the few feet to you.
“Kneel up.” Your hands are on my chainmaille collar and I feel the clasp give way. You slide the metal across my collar bone and down my tummy until you drop it into my hands. I feel the strip of leather of my formal collar tighten around my neck. As always, my head tips up to look you in the eye. You have it tight enough to get my attention and make me gasp. You loosen it to your liking and buckle it closed. You tug harshly on the frontmost O-Ring and stare me down. The longer our eyes meet, the harder it is to keep eye contact.
It only take a few minutes before you let go of my collar and my body drops heavy back onto my knees.
“Tonight, we are going to have company.”
My eyes widen. We haven’t done this before Sir. I mentioned it, just once, when you asked me what one of my deepest desires was. I told you I wanted to serve you in public. I wanted to conquer my fears and overcome my shyness, my hesitancy.
But now, I am extremely nervous.
“Look at me.” I glance up. “I am going to show off my little piggie. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
I look into your eyes and the moments tick by in silence. You are waiting for an answer. I am curious if you believe you will hear my agreement or my safeword.
I have told you I can take anything you have to offer. I am not ready to back down yet.
“Yes, Sir”
I find myself dressed in my gear. My ears keep my hair back. It helps, considering how much you love to see it down. The silicone nose is situated over my natural nose. I still hate it with a passion. The idea of anyone but you seeing this makes me extremely uncomfortable. My tail is situated snuggly in my ass. I entirely hate how much I have come to love my tail. I enjoy any opportunity when I am allowed to wear it.
I am kneeling at your feet, the tail uncomfortably bending and adjusting inside me.
I am facing the door, my head resting on your knee. My body is tense. My head is filled with chaos. I am unsure of how much I want this. Dreaming it, and doing it, are far different.
Your voice is soft behind me.
“We are going to lay a few ground rules. Tonight, you are just holes to fill and abuse. You will enthusiastically serve them as you do me. Your ass is off limits. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is soft but strong. I make sure you clearly hear my answer.
“Do you have any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
Your fingers tighten in my hair and you pull my head back just enough to look at you. “I know you will make me proud, little piggie.” Your fingers release me hair and hook into my collar. “This means you are mine. I will always take care of you.”
“Thank you, Master. I needed to hear that.”
You smile. It is always a highlight of my day to see your smile. It is so rare and you are always so reserved.
“Now, my little piggie slut, up on the bed with you.” I crawl over to the bed and climb onto it, staying on all fours. “They are going to be here soon. I want you to relax for me.” You remove my ears momentarily and put the hood over my face. It is the one thing that makes me lose myself. I hear nothing but the blood rushing through my ears. I see nothing but the darkness of my eyelids. I taste nothing as long as you keep the zipper closed. You replace my ears and place a kiss to the top of my head. “Lay down and rest. I will wake you when it is time.”
With his blessing, I close my eyes and regulate my breathing. A nap will do me good after everything today.
I woke to my body being bodily flipped onto my tummy. There were hands on both my legs and they pushed them forward until I was forced onto my knees. My face stayed against the mattress and my hands were caught underneath me.
There are hands everywhere. My breathing is erratic, and I am trying to figure out what is happening. The zipper on my hood is undone and there is a thumb put into my mouth, pushing my tongue and jaw downward.
As soon as I felt it, I knew it was Master. That is how he tests my self-control. He will hold it for as long as possible to make sure I do not lick or suck without permission. Being allowed to suck on his thumb is a rare reward. I am oddly comforted under the pain.
I feel fingers on my backside. Someone is playing with the tail. Every time they tug at it, or bounce it, it shifts inside me. Then, without warning, there are two fingers inside of me. I am unable to lube naturally. I am guessing someone realized that as suddenly I felt someone spit on me. I could feel it dripping down and it was warm as they pushed it inside of me.
There was little prep. Less than a minute later, there is a hard cock pressing into my semi-dry passage. I feel uncomfortably stretched. I gasp sharply and as the man behind me starts to thrust harshly, there is a cock put to my lips. There is a hand on the back of my head, adding pressure as they pushed as far back into my throat as they could. My stomach and throat convulsed as my gag reflux was affected. I inhaled through my nose as best I could, but the jarring movement, from the fucking, was making it hard to concentrate.
I tried to remember what Master had said. That I would serve them enthusiastically. I pulled back when he let my head go and brought myself up to my hands and knees. Not knowing where anyone was, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
It is not long before there is a cock in my mouth again. I am unsure if it the same person or not. I do not know how many people Master invited over. I bob my head, licking and sucking. I want to make Master proud. I am never happier than when I get to use my mouth.
I felt the guy behind me grip tight to my hips as he finished. It eased the burn of the next one who took his place. I’ve never been fucked so roughly. I am slightly panicked because I do not know where Master is. I trust he would not have left me alone, but I miss his touch right now.
I feel so full. It is brutal. I know that I will most definitely feel this tomorrow.
I lose count quickly of how they rotate. My jaw is sore, and my head keeps getting pulled in different directions to be fucked.
At some point, someone pulls my ears from my head and the hood is yanked roughly from me. I close my eyes against the light. I can hear the murmuring of one of the men. “She really is a pig, isn’t she? Look at the nose.”
I can hear Master chuckle. “She is my little piggie slut. She is such a dirty piggie.”
I can hear myself mewl at his words. It both embarrasses me and makes me whine in agreement. I am dirty and I would do anything for Master.
I was flipped onto my back, my head hanging off the bed. One thrust down my throat and another into my swollen cunt. My hands were grabbed and placed on another. I wrapped my fingers around him and started stroking. At least I now have a number. Master invited three people to have free reign of my body.
“Do not come down her throat. Piggies are meant to be dirty.” Master ordered.
And as he ordered, one covered my stomach and the other my breasts with their cum. The third filled my passage with even more cum. I could feel it dripping out of me. I felt tired and use. And dirty.
“Bring her here.” I felt myself picked up from the bed and tossed bodily to the floor. My arms were shaking, and I struggled to bring myself to my hands and knees. “Hold her.” I felt a boot push press against my back and push me back into the carpet. My arms went flat above my head. Another put pressed against my cheek and the last set held my hands in place.
I felt tugging at my tail. I started to try and struggle. My knees were pressed into the carpet, under my stomach, by the boot on my back. I had nowhere to go. I pulled and pulled but I couldn’t move.
“Please. Please no.” I didn’t know who was behind me. Only Master could touch me there. The tears welled in my eyes. I wouldn’t be able to get away. I would fail Master. “Please, no.”
“Quiet. I will do as I wish to my little piggie.” I sobbed at his voice. The tailed popped from my ass and I felt my walls pulse. It was weird being empty again.
You must have read my mind. Without any extra lube or preparation, you pushed into me until you were fully seated. It hurt. Your pace was just as brutal as the others. “Please, Sir, it hurts.” I cry. All I want to do is move away from the pain. My body is held in place. My neck is starting to hurt from the position but I am more focused on the pain radiating through my back. “Please, Sir. It hurts….it hurts so bad.”
“Hush and push back against me.” I hear you laugh softly. “Is piggie stuck? Isn’t this what you wanted? To be on a spicket and tenderized?”
I sob again. I am losing myself in the humiliation. I feel so exposed. I hurt and I am filled and covered in cum. My ass burns. I am unsure of how much time is passed before I feel your fingers tighten on my hips and you slam deep inside me. I feel your cum fill my ass. After you finish, I hear you tell them to release me. I feel like my body is made of lead. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you standing over me.
I shakily push myself up, slower than I would have liked, until I am on my knees. I open my mouth and gently take your cock into my mouth. I clean your cock with my tongue and then release you.
I lean down to the floor and kiss each boot three times. Then I murmur a soft thank you before kneeling back up. Our scene is done now. The adrenaline starts to slow.
My body is shaking. I am cold now.
You remove the nose from my face and your hand rests on the top of my head.
“You did good, piggie.”
I don’t remember you sending the others home. I remember falling back to the floor and curling up. It did not matter that I was covered in cum. I was exhausted. I never expected this. My body shakes from the adrenaline.
I remember my head being pulled into your lap. You are talking to me but it is hard to understand. When I finally come out of the white noise, you offer to run me a bath. I don’t want to be alone, even if the warm water sounds relaxing. I shake my head. Aftercare is the only time you allow me to answer non-verbally.
You move to get up and my hands tighten on your jeans. “Sir?”
“I am getting a cloth to clean you up. Then we will curl up and you can get your skin-to-skin contact.”
“Ok.” I sighed.
As you come back and start to wipe me down, I am comforted.
You always know what I need, Sir.
Even as I feel worn down, swollen, and somewhat broken, I know you will always be there to pick me up and put me back together.
You pick me up and place me on the bed. You make sure I am covered, so the shivering will stop soon. As you crawl in with me, you beckon me over. I curl my head onto your tummy and hand rubs my back reassuringly.
I feel my head go fuzzy and as I start to drift, I slur out the question I seem to ask every time. “piggie do good?”
I am positive I hear you laugh ever so slightly as you tell me “Yes, you are my good girl.”
My eyes drift close and I smile as I fall asleep.
You will always keep me safe.
I can rest now.
My name is Joji. I am 29 years old currently and I have been in and around the kink community about 15 years.I am a collared submissive to Magick42. I am also a Daddy to a wonderful babygirl, and have been for more than three years now and I find it very fulfilling. I am being mentored in and being taught electroplay. I am a masochist at heart and thoroughly love impact play, especially caning. I enjoy reading anything I can get my hands on and am a die hard Harry Potter and Doctor Who fan. I am also the secretary for a group in Idaho called Moscow S.P.A.R.K.E (Simply Providing Another Route to Kink Education). It is our mission to teach safe practices to those new to the community and give them a safe haven to ask questions and learn without judgement. We accept all kinks and all we ask in return is respect between all our members.