As I stood in the dark with the hood blindfolding me, my heartbeat was racing, and my throat was dry. I was a bundle of nerves, feeling both nervous and excited at the same time. My tiny sissy cock was rock hard, straining against its cage, and I was itching for some action. The anticipation was killing me. I could hear murmurs and laughter all around, and the air was buzzing with excitement.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and recognized Alex’s voice. “Let’s do this,” he said, sounding both reassuring and commanding. He gripped the back of my neck and pushed me down, signaling me to kneel. I obeyed, and he fastened a collar around my neck, pulling on the leash. The tightness around my neck was thrilling, and I liked the feeling of being choked.
“Come on, bitch, get on all fours and show them how good you are,” Alex instructed. I crawled forward like a well-trained pet, the leash in his hand guiding me. My movements were slow and deliberate, each step showcasing my obedience.
“Gentlemen, look who we have here,” Alex announced with a grin. “This is my pet, Diana. She’s craving some attention. Let’s not keep her waiting.” The crowd cheered, and I could feel dicks brushing against my face and random hands exploring my body. The blindfold made every touch feel electric.
A deep voice cut through the noise. “What are you here for, slut?” The grip on my face was firm, making me shiver. “I said, what are you here for?” the voice demanded.
Alex’s calm voice came to my rescue. “Come on, Diana, tell them why you’re here.” His reassurance gave me the courage to answer. “I’m here to serve you all. It’s what I want. Please let me do the honors,” I said, my voice filled with eagerness. The men cheered, clearly happy with my response.
One guy told me to open my mouth, and I did without hesitation. Suddenly, I felt a hand guiding my head towards a hard cock. My face was surrounded by a bunch of cocks, all eager and ready. I took one into my mouth and started sucking, while my hands were busy stroking the others.
The room seemed to blur as I focused on my task. My body was there for their pleasure, and I was loving it. “She looks thirsty; she needs it bad,” one guy commented. As I continued, I felt some of them coming, their juices spilling onto me. I eagerly tried to keep up, wanting to make sure none of it went to waste.
“Please don’t waste it,” I begged, my voice muffled by the cock in my mouth. “I want to drink all of it. Please make me your cum dump.” My words showed how ready I was to please, and I hoped they’d be happy with my efforts.
Seeing how eager I was, they took control and started unloading on my face. Soon, my face was covered with their cum. I tried to swallow as much as I could, feeling like my inner whore had finally been unleashed. I was on cloud nine, completely in bliss. Despite being exhausted from taking all those cocks, I couldn’t get enough and just craved more. The crowd’s comments made it even hotter. “Look at her go,” one guy shouted. “She’s a real cum slut,” another laughed. Someone else added, “She’s loving every drop, isn’t she?” Their words fuelled my arousal even more. I kept at it until I was so spent that I collapsed on the floor. As I lay there, one guy said with a chuckle, “Looks like the bitch got knocked out”. Then I felt Alex’s strong hands lifting me up. “Hold on, folks,” he said, “she just needs some air.”
Alex carried me to a corner, "You feeling okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Yeah," I gasped, still catching my breath. "Take it easy for a moment. You’re doing really great," he replied, gently stroking my back. After a few minutes, the adrenaline kicked back in, and I knew I was ready for more.
"I’m better now," I said eagerly. "I wanna get back in there." Alex raised an eyebrow, "You sure? The next acts are gonna get pretty intense. You really think you can handle that?"
"Yeah, I wanna do it," I nodded firmly, determination coursing through me. "Alright, then," he said with a grin. "Undress yourself. Things are about to get wild." I hesitated for a second. "Can I at least keep my lingerie on?" He chuckled. "Sure, you can keep that on. Just remember, you asked for this." Excitement surged through me as I began stripping, ready for whatever came next.
Then he led me to the side, and we stopped. I could sense someone standing next to us. “So, Diana, having fun?” It was Markus. “Yeah, she’s loving it,” Alex answered for me.
Markus ran his hand over my ass, and I shivered a bit. “That’s good to hear. But let’s crank things up a bit. The next act’s gonna be painful, Diana. My guests want to see you in some real pain. Think you can handle it?”
“Yes, my lord, bring it on. I’ll take whatever you give,” I replied, trying to sound confident.
Markus grinned. “Gotta say, for your first time, you’re handling yourself like a pro. You sure you’re ready for what’s next?”
I nodded, even though my nerves were on fire. I was ready to take on whatever came next, no matter how intense it was going to be. They pressed my back against some sort of wooden structure, and before I knew it, both my hands and legs were tied. That’s when it hit me—I was strapped to an X-shaped cross. The feeling of being completely helpless was overwhelming, but I knew this was part of what I craved. One of them slipped a ball gag into my mouth, muffling any chance of me speaking or screaming.
"Now you can't scream, can you, bitch?" Markus teased, his voice dripping with amusement. I shook my head ‘no,’ my heart pounding, the adrenaline kicking in.
Markus turned to the crowd, who were watching with hungry eyes, and announced loudly, “Gentlemen, looks like this bitch is back for more. She’s not just craving attention—she’s dying for some real pain. Let’s give her exactly what she wants. Unleash the paradise of pain!”
The crowd erupted in cheers, excitement and anticipation crackling in the air as they eagerly waited for the next act. I felt the tension rise inside me, knowing I was about to experience something more extreme than before.
After pinning me to the cross, I could sense a few guys standing in front of me, observing, waiting to start. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pinch on my skin, and that’s when I realized—they were putting clamps and clips all over me. They started with my nipples, then moved to my armpits, and even down to my balls. Before I knew it, they had covered my entire body with clamps, like I’d been turned into some kind of human porcupine. Every clip sent little jolts through me, heightening my senses, and I could tell they enjoyed watching me squirm in anticipation of what might come next.
Markus grinned and announced, “Now, gentlemen, let’s give this bitch the pain she craves, shall we? Each clamp on her body has a string attached, and I’m inviting each of you to grab one. When you’re ready, pull your strings to yank those clamps off—randomly.”
Without hesitation, hands were all around me, each man eagerly selecting a string. The first tug came suddenly, snapping off a clamp from my skin with a sharp sting. Then another pulled, and another, each clamp coming off unpredictably, each sting a fresh jolt of pain. My skin felt like it was on fire as each clamp was yanked away, leaving red marks throbbing on my body. I tried to scream, but the gag muffled every sound, leaving me only able to drool as the crowd watched my helpless reaction. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the drool, but I could feel something strange—a thrill beneath the pain, an exhilaration from the intensity.
They took turns, yanking and pulling, keeping me in a haze of sensations, the line between pleasure and pain completely blurred. Every tug left my skin buzzing, and I was fully immersed in the moment, experiencing a strange kind of bliss through the throbbing.
After all this, I could barely stand; my entire body was on fire, every nerve buzzing from the intense sensations. My muscles felt weak, and my skin stung from where the clamps had been, leaving a trail of red marks across my body.
Markus approached me, a sly grin on his face, “Not bad, Diana. Looks like you took everything they threw at you.” He untied my wrists and ankles slowly, letting me regain my footing. I swayed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle in, but there was a strange pride in it too—I’d survived, and part of me even craved more.
