I wrote this in response to a writing prompt, but I like it in my profile.

The night wasn't going quite as you planned. That oh so articulate online Dom had turned out to be a pussy in person. There had been no fire in him... No spark of the predator. Just a poser who knew more about spanking himself than beating a masochistic little pain slut.

The whole thing had been humiliating in all the wrong ways. The disappointment hung like a film, tainting the night air. You want nothing more than to strip naked and dive into the nearest pool of water. You fantasize about taking a swim in the fountain across town... The inevitable arrival of the police for an indecent exposure call, the wrestling match, the cuffs...

The heat and moisture between your thighs starts to build as you imagine being beaten and sodomized with the night sticks... And the cab rolls up to your address before the fantasy with the police can get any more interesting. You enjoy the sense of your own slickness as you open your door.

You reach for the light switch only to feel an iron grip on your wrist before your hand hits the wall.

"Let us save the big reveal til later," growls a low voice as you are yanked into the room and tossed to the ground.

A spike of adrenaline makes your head tingle. The door slams shut. Blackness envelopes you as a large hand closes on your throat and a second, different kind of blackness overtakes you short moments later.

When you come to, it is obvious that someone had put a great deal of consideration into making you uncomfortable. Hands and knees hardly seemed the appropriate deion for such an arrangement of flesh, metal, rope, wood and plastic.

Your face was pressed against plywood, your mouth held open with a metal ring... You can feel the edges of the glory hole with your chin and nose.

The anal hook is putting a great deal of pressure on your tailbone. It seems to be connected to the strap on the ring gag in your mouth, because when you try to straighten your neck, the gag tightens and the hook deepens.

You can barely reach the floor of the stall with your fingertips... Certainly not enough to effect motion. The familiar rope harness around your upper torso had a delicious new bite to it. It was anchored to the ceiling above you.

Your ankles and knees are manacled in some sort of iron frame... Your posture obscene. You feel completely vulnerable. There is no room for movement without pain. There is no hope and no salvation.

You feel hands on your breasts, then your nipples are pinched savagely. It is too much pain too soon after waking. You try to scream, but only succeed in gurgling saliva down your chin.

You hear a chuckle.

Something latches on to your breast with vicious suction. The pressure of the blood trying to fill the intense vacuum starts to throb almost immediately. Not with pain yet. Every heartbeat brought that pain a little closer. Once the pooling of blood in the tissue started, the sensitivity of your swollen flesh was bound to delight the sadist who ordained this fate for you.

You feel strange, callused hands on your pussy. The don't take the time to delicately probe. Three fingers slide into your thoroughly soaked hole while another hand yanks on the hook. You feel the fingers inside you stroke the hook through your vaginal wall. Then the fingers are gone.

"Filthy fucking beast," you hear as you feel three fingers covered in your juices pass through the ring gag to poke at the back of your throat. You choke and mash your face against the wall. "Is that filthy fucking hole what you have to offer? I will have to pay the first three customers to fuck that pussy tonight just to get you slick, you useless.... Why waste the words."

A familiar graduated plug that was never intended for oral use was inserted into your mouth, making you gag and mash your face again. Your nipples are beginning to sing a little song at the part of your brain that tells it when very bad and very good things happen to your flesh... And the song had an ambiguous opening.

There are hands on your pussy again... Pulling and twisting your labia. Then a pinch.... Still pinching... Now you know where your nipple clamps got off to. The other labia got similar rough treatment. Asymmetrically of course. The first clip was towards the ass, the second nearly on the clitoral hood. Your eyes start to tear up, and so does your lovely mound, glistening.

You want to squirm and grind against something to get relief for that I infernal internal itch, but the manacles on your legs are unyielding. All you can do is clench while your pussy spasms around emptiness.

Then the cane came down and you moved the immovable object. You heard it coming and new the sound. Thee cutting of air was followed by the cutting of your flesh upon whence the air was cut with a scream.

"Settle down." The voice was mocking."I am just warming you up. I have eight paying customers waiting to take their turn with your pretty pussy. Seems your pussy is famous. Got me premium prices. So settle in for a long night"

The cane came down again and again and again and again until you drown in your own adrenaline.

edit:typed on a mobile device so I apologize for errors, but I ain't correcting shit.