The Renunciation of O

There’s a woman in darkness so thick, she could reach out and touch it. A spotlight shines directly down on her, illuminating every mountain and valley and curve. Her wrists are tied together with rough rope, and then to a collar around her neck.

She’s looking above her, peering into the black. It’s quiet. She’s alone.

She tries to lower her head to the ground, but she can’t without a measure of discomfort. There’s a thick metal ball in her ass, attached to a thick metal hook, and attached to that is another length of that rough rope tied to a knot in her long, mahogany hair.

Her body starts to rock back and forth as the fucking machine begins its ancient rhythm. A soft moan of ecstasy escapes her through her pried open lips. A spider gag is tied to her face, inescapable. She’s drooling. 

As the dildo speeds up, her eyes roll to the back of her head, but her erotic daydream is interrupted by another dildo entering her wide open mouth. A man has come out of nowhere, dressed in all black, and he’s intent on using her mouth.

He pushes it slowly in and out, shallow and then just deep enough for her to gag. With difficulty, she tosses her head to the side, avoiding the oral invasion.

“Why are you moving away?” he asks gently.

“I don’t like it,” she sobs softly, barely intelligible with her mouth locked wide.

“Why?” He asks.

“I don’t like to gag,” she struggles out.

”Does that matter? Does it matter that you, my sex slave, don’t like to gag?”

She’s quiet for a moment, really giving the question some thought. Then a simple, soft, “no.”

“If I’m putting this cock so far down your throat, do you think I don’t realise you’re going to gag?”

Again, a quiet, acceptant, “no.”

”So if I want this, and if I’m doing it deliberately, with a purpose, should you be resisting me? Should you be moving your mouth away from the dildo? Should you ever fail to accept a cock?”

Her head hung low, despite the hook in her ass, she shakes her head slowly. “No, sir.”

And this time, when he shoves the cock down her throat to the point where she begins to gag, to where he knows she can no longer breathe, she looks him straight in the eye, taking it.