Feminised Objectified Part 3: Femdom Fiction

Feminised Objectified  Pt 3

“Now gentlemen, here is our new little pet ready to suffer for your enjoyment. What would you like us to do to her? Let the bidding commence! Do I hear £500?” Clarissa by now was sitting on a chair behind the camera, with a laptop. While the unknown viewers were sending in their bids, Tanya showed me off in front of the camera, making me turn around slowly and then using the lead to pull my head down to my knees, showing off my bottom. Finally it seemed that the bidding was over as Tanya announced “and the first winner is Mr S from Manchester who would like to see an old-fashioned caning.” She led me to the bench and stood me at one end as both she and Clarissa pulled the straps around my ankles and thighs to hold me in position. Then as Clarissa opened up the board at the other end, Tanya pushed my upper body forward onto the bench. The position of the upright was moved so that my neck rested on the lower half of the large hole and Clarissa swung over the top half to enclose it. She locked an attachment at the side of the board to keep it secure. Clearly the arm holes were superfluous on this occasion. Although I was already completely helpless and unable to escape, Tanya pulled another strap, fixed halfway down the bench, over my body and buckled it tight underneath, pinning my arms into the small of my back.

The thick padding at the end of the bench served to raise my bottom above the rest of my body. I was aware that the camera was trained at my rear and would capture any activity at that end. Tanya was out of my sight now but I could hear a rustle of canes as she selected her weapon. Clarissa however had picked up a smaller videocamera and positioned herself in front of me to film my reactions as the caning commenced. There was no escape from the beady eyes of the cameras. Somewhere around the globe there would be an untold number of people paying to watch the spectacle.

With a groan of despair I heard Tanya striding towards me, her heels clicking on the hard floortiles. She stood to one side of the bench and rested her cane across my cheeks. The viewers basked in the vision of her stunning beauty and her complete superiority over her trussed-up slave. She started with a few light taps to gauge the correct position for accuracy. Even though these taps did not hurt, they intensified my feeling of dread as I could already tell that this was an implement capable of inflicting considerable pain.

After toying with me for perhaps 30 seconds Tanya swung the cane with a full arm. I briefly heard the cane swish through the air before an intense pain exploded onto my bottom. I screwed up my eyes and screamed into the gag. I tried to shake my body in agony but my bondage was so efficient I scarcely moved. Thankfully she went back to tapping my behind for a few more seconds, allowing me to recover from the first blow. Then swish! Another intense strike on my behind with the same reaction on my part. Behind her camera Clarissa was revelling in my distress. All I could do was stay in position, my bottom presented as a perfect target for more whipping. Tanya continued with the caning, steadily and unhurriedly, while I writhed in position with tears running down my face. In my agonised state the caning seemed to go on for hours but at last she came to a halt, sending down the last six blows with full force leaving my bottom feeling as though it was on fire.

“Can we have the next round of bidding please?” she announced to the camera. I lay there, saliva dribbbling down my face as I wondered what fresh torture I was about to endure. “Congratulations to Mr C of Paris who would like to watch forced oral on a strap-on” Tanya cried. She walked in front of me holding a tangle of leather straps in one hand and a huge black dildo in the other. With Clarissa’s help she strapped the leather harness about her body and fitted in the dildo so that finally she stood up tall with the dildo sticking out grotesquely, level with my face. Clarissa repositioned the main camera so that it was trained at my face and then picked up the smaller camera and lay on the floor pointing it up.

Tanya moved forward and undid my gag, placing it down on the bench beside me. Then with her hands on either side of my head holding it steady, she slowly entered my mouth with her cock. The cameras bore down on my face passively as the thick rod prized my lips apart and plunged slowly down my throat. This was far worse than the gag. As the cock slid in I found myself coughing and spluttering as my gag reflex kicked in. Copious streams of saliva came out of my mouth and covered the black intruder. She withdrew part way giving me temporary relief before thrusting her groin back in. This continued for several minutes as everyone savoured the sight of me, crying and coughing, fellating her cock. Then she pressed herself slowly and firmly down onto my face so that my throat was completely impaled by the cock and my mouth and nose rested on her harness. For a few brief moments I could smell a heady mixture of leather and rubber and Tanya’s own scent. Then it seemed I could no longer breathe as my nose blocked up and I struggled desperately to take in air through my violated mouth. Just as my head began to swim and the close-up view of Tanya’s PVC encased groin started to flicker and fade, she withdrew from me and I was able gratefully to gulp in air. It was a short relief however as, once again, she impaled me fully and waited until my struggling stopped before allowing me to breathe. She did this time after time until I reached the point where I was beyond struggling even as she forced herself in. I hardly noticed when the performance stopped and she strapped the ballgag back on tightly.

A short while after I had recovered my senses I heard Tanya announce “and congratulations to Mr H of Tokyo who has bid £1,000 to see me fuck this slave with my strap-on.” She strode around the bench and stood before me, still wearing the large black dildo, now covered in my saliva, and lifted it up and down with her hand. Clarissa meanwhile repositioned the camera behind me. The vain hope I had that she would not be able to gain access to me through my clothes, was soon dashed as she unclipped the thong of my leotard and pulled it up and then pulled down my tights to my knees. Unceremoniously she reached in and pulled out my butt plug, with a quick sharp tug, and threw it in a container.

I braced myself for what was to come next and noticed that Clarissa had once again positioned herself with the hand-held camera directed at my face. Tanya stood directly behind me and placed her hands on my sore bottom, spreading my cheeks apart. Then I could feel the tip of the dildo directly on my anus, which immediately clenched tight in a vain attempt to repel the intruder. “If you do that it will only hurt more” she laughed and, as I desperately tried to relax my muscles, she thrust the monster home. I felt it drive up deep within my belly as I cried out in shock and humiliation. As I fought to make myself big enough to accommodate the huge girth, she pounded in and out fucking my arse. Each thrust of her groin buried the dildo up to the hilt and I could feel her body slapping against my bottom. Each successive thrust of her cock brought me howling through my gag, my every scream faithfully recorded by Clarissa’s camera. Whether it was through physical exertion or excitement I could not tell but Tanya was also moaning breathlessly and she gripped the sides of my corset for better support. I thought this abuse would go on all night and I was aching inside and out but finally she came to a halt and drew out the dildo slowly, with a final flourish for the camera.

With fresh humiliation I felt a cold wet cloth being slapped onto my bottom and I was cleaned off and roughly dried, before the butt plug was thrust back into my hole. The women swiftly pulled up my tights and clipped my leotard back into place.

“That concludes the entertainment for today gentlemen” Tanya said to camera “but you may now commence bidding for the opportunity of spending two hours with this sex slut here. The starting price is £5,000. The bidding will conclude in one hour’s time.”

Tanya walked back into view and kissed my nose. “Well you were very popular” she said. “I think you’re going to make us a great deal of money. We have a bit of time to kill while the bidding takes place so I’m going to take you somewhere private where I can teach you how to satisfy me with your tongue. If you do it well we might make you into our permanent personal pet. If not, well I’m sure you will fetch a good price in an auction.” As she spoke she began to release me from the bench …

by slave maid Sharon

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