My First Slave Experience Part 6

"I want you to come to Atlanta this weekend. You will drive down Friday night and check into a hotel I designate. There you will wait for me."

I was filled with excitement and nervousness for the rest of the week. I had not expected to see Sir again so soon and was overjoyed at the prospect. I took special pains to prepare Sir's property for the visit, wanting to make sure that everything pleased him.

Friday afternoon, while I was still at school, I got a message with further instructions. I was told the hotel I was to check into, and I was to prop open the door and be prostrate, face down on the floor while I waited. I was also told to remove all of my chastity hardware. When I read that last part, I felt electricity in my pussy. Sir was going to fuck me!

Then, later, I got another message. "A friend of mine will be stopping by before I get there. Serve him as you would me. He likes heavy makeup."

Any woman who considers herself the property of a man expects the possibility of being shared. Since I first became Sir's slave, I had already served more men than in my entire life before that. So, I really couldn't be surprised that another man would use me in the hotel room.

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I packed light like the first trip: one slutty outfit, the presents/toys that Sir had given me, makeup, a few disposable enemas, perfume, and of course my camera. My pussy was dripping already, so I put a maxi-pad in my panties to keep from wetting the seat in my car. The drive was relatively easy, two and a half hours. I found the hotel with no trouble, checked in, and messaged the room number to Sir.

I placed the camera at the highest location I could find with a view of the entire room. Then I lay face down on the floor as instructed, rested my hands behind my back, and waited. I had no idea when the stranger would arrive and was anxious to see what was in store for me. Time passed, and I started to worry about making a spot in the carpet from my leaking pussy. But I felt like I dared not be found anywhere except the floor when the stranger would arrive.

Finally, I heard the door open and close. My introduction to the stranger would be immediate and brief.

"Bitch, on your feet and face me." I quickly stood up and came to face the man, hands behind my back, legs apart, and eyes lowered. Then he slapped me hard in the face.

"Look at me!" he ordered. Tears were forming in my eyes from the pain of the slap, but I looked him in the eyes.

He was a large man, perhaps 6'2" and muscular. He was black, had body odor, bad complexion, a stubbly beard and short hair. He was naked and had a mean look on his face. "Grab my cock." he said.

Without breaking eye contact, I groped for his cock and found a Billy club. No, that was his cock. It was quite large and already hard. I knew that my holes were going to be stretched today.

"Your owner has told me I can do anything I want to you. I warn you; I like it rough. You may make sounds, but nothing loud enough to be heard in the adjacent rooms. If you do, I'll choke you into unconsciousness. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Sir," I said.

He started by spanking me with his hand, hard and repeatedly. Then he he went down to my thighs and then around to the front. He moved from my thighs and started spanking my pussy. It felt like my entire lower body was on fire from the stinging pain.

I had difficulty remaining standing as he pounded my pussy with his open hand. Then he made a fist and started punching me in the stomach, making it even harder to stand. I flinched, but remained silent. Then he moved up to my tits.

It was clear that he hated my breasts and felt they didn't belong on my body because he beat them with his fists and open hand, squeezed them like oranges and tried to pull them off my chest.

The only sensation in my brain at the time was pain, pain, and more pain. Sharp pain, dull pain, stinging pain, burning pain. It was clear that he wanted every nerve ending in my body to be crying out.

Then he grabbed my hair from behind and pulled hard so I was looking at the ceiling. My mouth opened to give my face some relief, and he shoved his fingers down my throat as far as he could. I gagged hard, but nothing came up, and he kept pushing harder to get a harder gag response. It occurred to me that he was trying to make me puke, but I was afraid of the consequences, so I resisted as much as possible.

Apparently disappointed, he grabbed me under my arms and literally threw me onto the bed. He grabbed whatever limb was handy to him and rotated and flipped me so I was lying face up with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. I knew what that meant. I was going to be throat-fucked.

I had never tasted black cock before and certainly never had a cock this big (or dildo) in my throat. It was clear he didn't care what kind of damage he did, because he pushed his cock down my throat as hard and fast as he could.

I kept trying to suppress my gag reflex and was doing okay so far. I was making those choking noises a throat makes when it is trying to gag, but nothing was coming up. But there was no air. His cock filled my entire throat and I could get no air past it. If that weren't enough, he was choking my throat with both hands. It was clear he wanted me unconscious.

When the brain believes that death is imminent, it's impossible to keep it from struggling to stay alive. As the oxygen level in my brain kept getting lower, my hands went up to his forearms, and I tried to pull them away to let me breathe. He laughed in obvious enjoyment of my feeble attempts to stay alive.

I may have winked out before he finally pulled out and let me breathe. In watching the video later, the twitching in my arms surely looked like I was starting to become starved for oxygen. It was apparently one of the man's favorite activities because he choked me out several times that evening.

My throat was raw before he finally let up on it. He dragged me off the bed by my hair and marched me into the bathroom and in front of the mirror. There, I saw two strangers; a large black head with a leering, evil smile and oppressive odor, and the face of what might have been a woman at one time. But now her cheeks and eyes were red, and makeup was streaked across her cheeks by tears. It was the face of a woman who was being beaten and knew more was coming.

"That's the way I like my bitches to look." he said.

Then he led me back to the bedroom and threw me on the bed again. This time he arranged me with my ass up and I knew my lower holes were going to be assaulted now. He penetrated my cunt first, pushing in hard and fast like he had done to my throat. I felt the pain of him hitting my cervix, and he pulled me towards him by my hips. Then he came out and rammed into my anus. No amount of training I had done had prepared me for the pain I felt when he ripped past my sphincter and deep into my colon with his massive rod. I couldn't help but scream, but it was muffled by the pillow I had my face buried in.

He came out right away and went back into my cunt. Then back to my ass. He seemed to like going back and forth, probably because each entry was more painful than just stroking while already inside. Redirecting his cock on every stroke kept him focused, but he would spank one of my ass cheeks when he could.

Both of my holes are tight, which meant more pain, but it also meant more pleasure for him. He was in my ass when he orgasmed. He made a sound like a werewolf when he came and thrust so hard I thought I'd be ejected off the bed to the other side of the room.

I thought I might have some respite now, but not quite yet. He pulled my head over to his cock with my hair and rubbed my face on it. Then he lay back on the bed and was soon asleep.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether I had permission to nap, to clean up, or what. I decided to just sit on the edge of the bed and gently caress the man who had just beaten me. Sir would probably like that.

I would find out soon enough. The door to the room opened again, and Sir entered. Seeing him, my face broke out in a huge smile, and then I remembered myself and fell prostrate on the floor. He slipped off his shoes and walked up to where I was prone on the floor. I reached up and removed each sock as he stood on one leg. Once his feet were naked, I started kissing them as if they were water and I was dying of thirst. I was glad to see him on multiple levels, including hoping he would save me from the black beast napping on the bed.

He allowed me to satisfy my lust for his feet for a few minutes before speaking. "Stand and face me."

I leaped to my feet and stood in my best posture like an army recruit looking to impress her sergeant. He took my chin in hand and lifted it so he could inspect my face. Then he stood back and looked me over.

There were bruises all over my body and my boobs were almost completely black and blue. I suspected my ass looked similar. I had seen my face in the mirror and knew it looked like it had been used for a punching bag.

"Bend over and spread your cheeks," he commanded. I did as ordered.

"Stand and face me again." And after a pause, "Looks like you had a rough time." This was intentional. I know Deshawn is a brute and I want you to experience all aspects of being a female piece of property. We're going to double up on you later, but I won't allow him to beat you anymore. But your anus looks pretty torn up. I'm going to have to lube you up really good before I fuck you there."

"Thank you, Sir." I said, never more sincere in my gratitude.

"Now undress me." Sir said. I carefully unbuttoned his shirt and hung it in the closet. Then he sat on the bed, and I pulled his jeans off and hung them up as well. His underwear had a bulge that I was lusting for in a big way, but he pushed me away when I tried to take them off. Instead, he went to sit in one of the two chairs the room was furnished with.

He snapped his fingers and pointed to his feet, and I threw myself on the floor again, expressing all of my love and lust through my mouth to his feet. He didn't let me worship at the altar of his feet long before he pulled me up to my knees by my hair. He pointed to the bulge in his shorts and asked, "Do you want this?"

"Oh, yes, sir, very much." I said with enthusiasm.

"Then show me."

He was teasing me, and I loved it. I started by rubbing my cheeks against the soft fabric of his shorts over his cock while looking up at him. He seemed to like that, so I lingered there before trying to take his entire bulge and fabric into my mouth. I bit down gently as if trying to eat his cock. Then I nuzzled my way down to where his balls were.

I could tell he was getting harder. I put my mouth around the bulge again, and this time I hummed and tried to speak as if his cock was a gag. "Sir, please let me worship your gorgeous cock. I lust for you and will die if I don't taste and smell your wonderful cock and balls." Of course, it didn't sound like that to him, but I think he got the idea.

Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. "You may have your prize." he said. I had his shorts off in an instant and dove deep into the space between his balls and anus, breathing deeply and licking everything my tongue could find.

This was my caviar, my lobster, my escargot, my heroin. My brain had so completely embraced the concept of being one of Sir's possessions that smelling his wonderful scent was enough to put my brain into ecstasy overdrive. Before I even knew what was happening, I orgasmed super hard and squirted a stream of pussy cum onto the floor.

I was horrified and ecstatic at the same time. I had orgasmed without permission! And made a mess at the same time. I immediately lunged for his feet and started begging for forgiveness. But Sir laughed! He wasn't angry at all. He explained himself.

"I'm not angry with you. I'm delighted that your body is so attuned to mine that you can't help but orgasm when you taste it. But I didn't know you were a squirter."

"Sir, I didn't know it either. This is the first time. Shall I try to clean it up?" I replied. The hotel room floor was carpeted.

"No, get your face back on my cock before I feel neglected." He didn't have to say anything more. I dove back in and didn't stop my "feeding frenzy" until I had a mouthful of his warm, tasty cum. I showed it to him but didn't want to swallow. I wanted to keep it and take it with me. But I had no container, so I sent it safely to my welcoming stomach.

I cleaned Sir up, and he slumped in the chair to rest. I still had a messy face, so I asked for permission to clean up.

"Yes. Get cleaned up and go out and get us some food and beer."

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When I returned, DeShawn was awake and had a smirk on his face. I served the men food at the little table in the room, stripped, and sat on the floor and waited for orders. I had brought plenty and was hungry, so I hoped Sir would let me eat as well.

When the men had finished eating and were drinking their beer, Sir put all the remaining food in one of the Styrofoam containers and put it on the floor. He pointed to it and said, "Eat. No hands." Fortunately, there were chicken nuggets and French fries in the food, and I was able to eat it with no difficulty.

When I finished eating, I resumed my position on the floor but thought perhaps I should be proactive about my service. "Sirs, your urinal awaits if either of you need it."

DeShawn smiled and stood up. I assumed the urinal position and did what was expected. Sir remained seated, so I crawled under the table and started worshipping his feet. He ignored my actions, and the men continued their conversation about sports.

After a time, Sir said, "DeShawn, let's spit roast the bitch." DeShawn agreed.

"Bitch, get up on the bed on all fours, across the width of the bed." I did so without hesitation. Sir took up position by my ass and DeShawn by my head. DeShawn wasted no time and grabbed two fistfuls of hair, pulled my head back and plunged his cock down my throat.

Sir was merciful and entered my cunt instead of my ass, which was still very sore. After a little trial and error, they were both stationary and moved my body back and forth between them so it would stroke their cocks. DeShawn had my hair and Sir was grabbing the flesh on my hips, pinching it so hard it hurt. He would periodically slap my ass, and DeShawn would slap my face.

This was the first time I had ever been fucked by two men at the same time and I loved it. It was becoming clearer to me every day that my purpose was to give men pleasure in any way I could. It made me wonder, did women exist only to please men and have babies, as some have suggested? I thought that concept made a lot of sense.

But yet, much of society would call me a slut for how I was behaving. It was confusing to me. Why were there so many derogatory names for women who realized and acted on their true purpose?

I put it out of my mind and concentrated on squeezing Sir's cock in my cunt and fighting the urge to puke up all of my food onto the floor.

What we were doing wasn't rough enough for DeShawn; he let go of my hair and reached under to pinch and pull on my nipples, trying to stretch out my boobs to a normal size. As bruised as they were from his previous manhandling, what he was doing now hurt like hell, and tears sprang from my eyes again. He started spanking my ass and moving from my ass up my back. Then he put his hands around my throat, pushing my head up and strangling me. Sir said nothing.

DeShawn, being the younger man, came first, but Sir followed soon after. The motion of my body stopped, and I felt them both thrusting inwards at the same time, compressing my body between two orgasming males. It was heaven! I was getting filled with cum on both ends!

Both of them pulled out when they finished and laid on the bed, sideways next to me. I was in a dilemma. I had a mouthful of cum and the cum in my pussy was starting to leak out. I wanted something to catch the pussy cum so I put my hand down at my cunt, got off the bed, and grabbed one of the food containers. I spat the cum out of my mouth into the container. Then I resumed my position on the bed with the container between my legs to catch the cum, jiggling my hips to help shake it out. I used my fingers to help the flow and get as much as I could into the container.

The men were lying there with "dirty" cocks and I couldn't let that go any longer. I sucked them both clean and spat what I could into the container. Then I kneeled on the floor, holding the container by my face and waited for orders.

Sir was the first to stir. "What do you have there, woman?" he asked.

"Essence of man." I replied, hoping that it was an acceptable answer.

The room had a microwave and a small fridge. Sir pointed to the fridge and said, "Put it in there. We may have a use for it later." I did as ordered. Then Sir had me perform urinal duty for him.

After resting, the men turned on a football game and were watching it. I busied myself worshipping Sir's cock, balls and feet while he relaxed. During a commercial, Sir started talking about me.

"DeShawn, what do you think of this bitch?" Sir asked.

"She's skinny and has no tits. But her holes are tight and she's very good with her mouth." he replied.

"So, you enjoyed her service?" Sir pressed.

"Yeah, I'll fuck her any time." he replied.

Of course, I said nothing because I had not been spoken to, but I was secretly proud of the compliment and happy to be talked about as if I were an object. My breasts had been ridiculed since I was a teenager, so that was nothing new, and I hoped that Sir would fix them in the future.

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Sir had told me that I would be rewarded for pleasing DeShawn and he now told me to get ready for a "night of debauchery". I showered, put on my slut outfit and heavy makeup. Sir inspected me, got the cum out of the fridge and rubbed it on my face, smearing my makeup. Then he put on my collar and leash.

Before leaving the room, he padlocked my pussy and locked the anal plug in me. "You'll only be using your mouth tonight." he said. Then we left the room with Sir holding my leash. He wouldn't let go of it the entire evening.

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I drove, of course, and we went to an adult video store like the others I'd been to. This was a large one and full of men and some women. After I parked, Sir had me climb over and out the passenger side so he wouldn't have to let go of the leash. Then he led me inside.

DeShawn had driven separately and appeared to be a regular there. His big black cock made him very popular with the MILFs, and one of them was sucking on it through a glory hole when we got to the booths.

We watched for a minute, and then Sir said, "Get busy. Suck as many cocks as you can and catch the cum on your face." I did as I was told.

I sucked a lot of cocks that night, more than a dozen I thought. Big and small, cut and uncut, black, white, brown, and yellow. Some so small that they barely fit through the hole and some so big, I had to readjust my position to be farther from the wall. I took them all. Only one came so fast that it went down my throat. The rest I finished with my hand, so they came on my face and hair. When Sir finally let me stop, the cum was not only all over my face and hair; it was also on my clothes.

Sir had me drive back to the hotel that way and made a point of parading me through the lobby and down several hallways, on the leash, and covered with cum.

When we got back to the room, he told me to "eat it all," which I did, using the back of a plastic knife to carefully scrape as much of it as possible into my mouth. Sir had me shower again, and shower him before we retired to bed. DeShawn was apparently not coming back. For my night bondage, Sir handcuffed my wrists and ankles all together in a "front hogtie". I would not be permitted to pee during the night. I was so exhausted, I fell asleep right away.

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The next morning, Sir woke me by dragging me by my hair over to service his "morning wood". After I had ingested my "cum breakfast", he carried me to the bathtub, still trussed up like a turkey, and laid me in the tub. There he urinated on me and allowed me to relieve myself in the tub. He freed me then, and I was allowed to dry off and dress modestly before going to get his breakfast.

This time I was allowed to eat at the table with him, and I was even allowed to have coffee, which I greatly appreciated. Apparently, he was pleased with my performance last evening. I couldn't help but smile.

When we were done and I had cleared things away, he brought out a stack of papers and put them on the table. "We are going to a notary today, and I'm going to have you sign these documents. I want you to read them now and ask any questions you have." he said.

Included in the stack was a Financial Power of Attorney document, Will, Living Will, Durable Power of Attorney, and a Service Contract. All of these documents together gave Sir complete control of everything of mine that was legally possible. It also outlined my duties and responsibilities in a contract that basically said I had to do anything and everything he wanted me to. It also said that he could transfer all the documents to someone else without my signature.

I knew what these documents meant and was not surprised to see them. These documents signified the end of "Nicole" as I knew her. Nicole was being transformed from a human being into a piece of property. And I would not hesitate to sign them. This had already happened in my mind, and I was happy and a bit relieved to put it in writing. For one thing, it confirmed that Sir wanted me as his property.

I did not wear my leash and collar to the notary's office, and Sir stayed in the car and had me go in and sign the documents without him. He didn't want there to be any suspicion of coercion or trafficking.

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After the documents were signed, we stopped at a liquor store on our way back to the hotel room and bought a bottle of champagne. Back in the room, I was stripped and collared again. Sir opened the bottle and poured us both a glass (in plastic cups).

"This is to celebrate the last step of your transformation into an object of service and pleasure for me." he said. "And the last time you will ever taste alcohol." I savored it as I drank it, seated on the floor by Sir's feet.

After our toast, Sir stripped and lay down on the bed so I could give him a baby oil massage. I had just gotten started when there was a knock at the door. "Answer that and let them in." Sir instructed.

I opened the door. Standing there was an attractive woman of color in a tight red dress. She smiled at me and said, "Hello. I am your sister slave."