He took me hard, without mercy, his cock violating me ruthlessly. Then, something unexpected happened. Without warning, without the tingling buildup that normally tells me what's happening, I came-a brutal, savage orgasm, an explosion of overwhelming intensity within me; I screamed and pushed myself backward onto him, driving him deeper. I could feel him come, his cock twitching and waves of warmth spurting into me, but it felt distant, unreal, like something from a dim and ancient memory.

Then we were done, and he withdrew from me wordlessly. I collapsed onto my side on the couch, panting, my eyes closed; somewhere far away, I heard him gathering up his clothes, heard him dressing, heard the door open and close. I remained motionless on the couch, feeling the warm come beginning to leak from my ass, unable to move.

Finally, after many long minutes, life returned and I stirred and rolled over. I opened my eyes, and stared into the unfeeling gaze of the camera on my laptop. I sat bolt upright, remembering there was more I had to do.

I turned the screen toward me and logged on to the server in the closet, restarting the video feeds. I didn't have to wait very long; within moments, the chat client told me Robin had logged back on.

I take it he is finished with you. You are quite a mess. Is that come on your face?

I touched my cheek involuntarily, my face turning red. "Yes..."

Did you suck him off?

"No," I replied, "he..he wouldn't let me. He came all over me instead."

How do you feel?

"Dirty!" The word was an explosion of humiliation.

You should. Did he fuck you?

I nodded soundlessly.

I want you to really understand how dirty you are. I want you to feel it all night long tonight. I want you to be reminded of it the instant you wake up tomorrow morning. I want it to be with you all night.

My face flushed again, and a part of me wanted to crawl away. The words that excite me when I'm aroused feel very different after I come, and he knows it; he loves tormenting me ruthlessly with it.

He could read me from my reaction, I was sure. He could tell I'd had an orgasm,; he knew that the things that had been done to me had gotten me off.

You are not going to shower tonight before you go to bed. You are going to go to bed exactly as you are right now. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you will be able to feel the dried come on your face and body, and you'll know what a filthy comeslut you were this evening.

"But I-"

I'm not finished.

When you go to bed, you will also bring the toy bag with you. Every orifice on your body where you took his cock, you will sleep with something penetrating you. You will feel them inside you and think about his cock in you. When you wake up, you will be reminded of how you had another man's penis in you.

"No! I can't!"

Why not? Where did he penetrate you?

"Everywhere!" I wailed.

Everywhere? Where did he put his cock? Tell me.

"Everywhere! In my mouth, m-my pussy..."

You mean your cunt.

I nodded.

Say it.

"In my c-cunt," I said, tripping over the word. My ears and face burned.

Where else?

"In my ass."

Well, then. Here's what you will do.

Go into the bedroom. Take out the penis gag, a dildo, and an ass plug. You will put these things inside yourself, in the order in which you took his cock. I will watch. You will sleep that way. You may not remove them until tomorrow morning when you get up.

You may not orgasm. Not even in your sleep. If you do, you will send me an sms message on my cell phone tomorrow morning, and I will decide how to respond. Do you understand?

I nodded silently, eyes downcast.

Good. Bring your computer into the bedroom with you as well. Check your email when you wake up, before you do anything else. I may have further instructions waiting for you tomorrow morning.

Silently, I gathered up the toys and the robe, placing them in the toy bag. I carried it and my computer into the bedroom, setting htem down on the nightstand. I wanted nothing more than to shower, to scrub the filth off my body, and curl up in a warm bed between clean sheets, but he would not let it happen. Instead, I had to wallow in the filth, celebrate it, remind myself of it...

...and yet, this was the choice I'd made. This is what I'd wanted. I had introduced him to the idea of this kind of relationship, years ago, when I'd told him how I wanted to give myself to him, how I wanted to be owned by him...

I reached into the toybag, taking out the penis-shaped gag, the short rubber dildo with a strap that he sometimes makes me wear strapped inside me when we go out in public, a smallish butt plug with a widely flared bulb. I set each down on the bed, I felt tears well unexpectedly in my eyes as I thought about what I was about to do, thought about the way I had given myself to Ranbir.

I picked up the penis-shaped gag first, placing it in my mouth and strapping it behind my head. The dildo was next; I lifted one foot onto the bed and reached between my legs, sliding it into my still-dripping pussy. Then I picked up the silicone plug, turning it over in my hands before reaching down between my legs.

I felt something warm-come, perhaps, mixed with oil and lubricating jelly-squishing out around the plug as I pressed it in. I moaned around the gag in my mouth as the wide plug slid inside me and my ass closed tightly around it. I buckled the strap from the dildo around my waist, so that it held both toys firmly in place.

I glanced over at the computer.

Sweet dreams.

I felt suddenly peaceful, warm and safe under his watchful eyes as I slid into bed and pulled the covers over me.

I was asleep almost immediately, despite the objects pressing into me. I felt myself sliding into a dream, hazy and indistinct; I was in my office, faceless men crowding around me,. I felt straps on my arms and legs, holding me bent over my desk; felt unseen hands pull my clothing away from me, felt demanding cocks pushing insistently into me, felt myself coming over and over, as through far away, each orgasm a flash of heat lightning on the horizon. And then, nothing, as I slipped into a place far away from dreams.

.........


I drifted slowly into the waking world, dim memories of erotic dreams drifting away like tattered cobwebs. I hovered for a long time on the border between sleep and wakefulness, lightning flashes through my mind of pornographic images. Me on a table, strapped down in the center of a white room, men in white gowns and strange masks gathered around me, shoving metal probes into me, photographing my responses. Me as a captive, dressed in ceremonial robes, bound on all fours in the middle of the village square while a circle of men crowded around me, raping me, shoving hard cocks into every part of me, under the watchful eyes of the tribal elders. Other images, each so real I thought I could feel what was being done to me.

My eyes opened slowly, the slate gray light filtering through the bedroom curtains telling me it was early yet, the sun not quite up in the sky. I felt something in my mouth, and stirred...

...and instantly came wide awake, as I felt the dildo buried deep between my legs, the dull ache of the plug in my ass. Memories of the night before came pouring over me. I remembered masturbating in front of the webcam, remembered Robin telling me someone else was watching me; remembered what happened after, when the watcher came into the house and I gave my body to him. More images: his erect cock in my mouth; his come gushing over my body; the filthy things he said as I spread his gooey jism all over me; my orgasm as he called me dirty names, my second orgasm as his cock spurted deep in my ass.

My hands flew to my breasts. It hadn't been a dream; dried come clung to my breasts, my belly, my neck, my thighs, my face; matted my hair. I sat up in the bed, drawing the sheet around me, and reached up to unbuckle the strap holding the penis-shaped gag in my mouth. Then I froze suddenly, remembering Robin's instructions. "Check your email when you wake up, before you do anything else. I may have further instructions waiting for you tomorrow morning."

I glanced up at the camera in the corner, and looked over at the round camera eye clipped to my laptop on the nightstand beside me. It was possible he was watching right now, waiting to see if I would do as he'd instructed. The server was still running; the cameras throughout the house were still broadcasting to anyone who knew the address and had the proper password. He could easily be watching me...

...and so could Ranbir.

I shivered. A tiny whimper escaped around the gag. Ranbir knew the password; he had free access to the server; he could easily be watching, his eyes coveting me as I sat naked in bed, penetrated, still covered in the dry crusty remnants of his come. The knowledge made me flush with embarrassment; I felt very naked, exposed and vulnerable, and beneath it, the tiniest spark of arousal. I wanted him to want me, wanted him to be consumed by lust when he saw me, wanted him to look at me the way he had last night, when I was kneeling in front of him.

I turned toward the nightstand and drew the laptop toward me. The sheet fell away as I reached for the computer, giving the round camera eye a view of my exposed breasts. I wondered if either of them could see the dried come on my breasts as I loaded my email client and checked my mail.

One message from Robin, with a file attachment. My fingers trembled as I opened it.

Subject: slut

I trust that as you read this, your mouth, cunt, and anus are still filled. I have attached a picture to this email which I want you to look at. If it turns you on, you must masturbate to orgasm before you may remove the items which are penetrating you and get ready for work. You must also shave your cunt when you shower.

Ranbir sends his regards.

My eyes widened as the picture loaded.