It is, perhaps, an unusual kink, but I get off on being degraded. It is a huge turn on when Master C calls me His filthy slut. I love it when He publicly humiliates me in front of other people.
Nothing cements my place as a no-good, worthless slut than when Master C shows His contempt for me by inviting the other men within our circle to use me and, when they have finished with me, to come all over me; denying me even the use of being a receptacle for their cum.
I love the filthiness of it, as one by one, they take it in turn to fuck me and discharge their loads all over me.
Sometimes Master C invites them to slap me or pull my hair. On other occasions He reminds me that I am barely fit to even be used by His friends; that they are only fucking me because they have no other need for me.
Even the women in the group are allowed to slap me, or thrash me, and tell me that I’m not worthy of having their partners’ loads inside me. Sometimes I will be forced to lick their partner’s cum from their cunts. Sometimes, when I’m on the verge of bringing one of the men off with my mouth, they will steal him back at the last moment, depriving me of my reward, and take his load for themselves.
I will be denied orgasms because I don’t deserve them. I will be tied up in the corner, unable to participate, able only to watch as the others in our circle enjoy each other’s bodies.
Sometimes however, if I have been a dutiful slut and performed my function to the fullest of my abilities, I will be rewarded and I will allowed to accept their loads in my hungry mouth.
For me, it is the ultimate recognition of my prowess as a slut, the highest reward for a (blow) job well done, a confirmation of my skill as a cocksucker.
When Master C fills my mouth with cum, it is all of the above and so much more besides.
For once Master C has decided that I have earned my reward, that I am not to be demeaned by having his load dumped over my face as punishment for some infraction or inadequacy. He is letting me savour his very manliness, the taste of his essence and, at the same time rewarding me for being a good girl, his slutty little, cum-hungry submissive. When Master C lets the other men fill my mouth, it is my reward for being a good “hostess”.
Afterwards, if I have been good; if I have been a proper slut and earned His redemption, afterwards Master C will run me a bath, wash me clean, kiss me and tell me that I am His “good girl” again. If, however, I have failed to redeem myself, a night, cum-encrusted, sore, cold and alone awaits me.
It’s not easy being a cumslut. but then nothing worthwhile is ever easy (with the possible exception of me).