tiny_titties's blog post - Pay for Play, #3 of 3.

Then he got rough.

In hindsight, I think this is why they invited him- to take their (our?) experience to the next level, and I don’t think they had experience with it- I certainly did not.

I followed him to the master bedroom, where he had me undress him. My owners also followed, and quietly sat on their settee. I instantly knew HE was in charge, not them.
He used his belt to tie my arms behind my back. Then he grabbed my hair, drug me to the bed and pushed me face down, face down, ass up. He spanked me bare handed. Hard. So hard I almost cried. Then for the first time I could see him begin to smile. My body betrayed me, my pussy dripping down my legs like you (or I) wouldn’t believe- definitely not what I was feeling emotionally- because I wanted it to stop. I used one of my safe words- (green- yellow- red)- “YELLOW.” He looked up in irritation. My owner told him that was a safe word, to pause, that I was near my limit. He said he hadn’t agreed to this- she said they have (in a stern voice).

He stopped hitting he, but I could tell he didn’t like her talking to him in that fashion. Just by his anger alone, I was close to saying RED. But I didn’t.

He fucked me, top to bottom, front and back. When he came, he marked me with his cum all over my face. I obediently cleaned my face with my fingers to my mouth, as my owners had required of me earlier, but he wasn’t paying attention- he grabbed his clothes and went in the master bathroom. We could hear the shower. My owners were nice to me while he was gone- brought me a drink, a wet towel. They were gentle.

When he came out, he never looked at me, but spoke politely but coldly to my owners, then he left.

I asked if I could go to my room, and they eagerly agreed- and I cried. I think it was his anger that upset me the most, rather than the pain he inflicted.

The nest day was Sunday- I resumed my role, they resumed theirs. After breakfast they both fucked me, but more like it was that first time- less of a slave-owner vibe.

I didn’t tell them I wouldn’t see their friend again, but I didn’t feel I needed to. It was an established limit that they check with me before inviting someone over.

The next weekend, there was a knock on the door- I looked at my owners- they looked at me. I shouldn’t have answered the door, per our agreement- but I was in a zone, so I did. It was him.

Now I got angry. I looked at him, door wide open, then back at the couple (see? No longer owners, just like that) and calmly said “No.”

I went to my room, got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. I’d like to say I made a dramatic exit, but I slipped out a side door.
The end.