My Pet, Drippy

M+f, Objectification, Free Use, Pet, Degradation, Humiliation, Slavery

She struggled to maintain her arched back, desperate to keep it level with the round curve of her ass. The drink tray, a simple piece of see-through glass placed across her bare back, clattered as drinks were taken and empties placed upon it. The partygoers snickered and made comments on her exposed holes as they passed by, enjoying the show.

A pair of men’s leather shoes, size twelve, appeared in her upper vision. She dared not look up; she’d been set as ‘Table,’ her purpose to be nothing more than a serving tray for guests. Trying to do so would not only cause the drinks to tumble but would earn her more striped welts among the forest of them already on her ass.

Another set of shoes joined Owner’s. They spoke, but she couldn’t hear them over the music and murmur of other guests. She winced her eyes shut, hoping Owner was just showing her off, and not allowing an inspection… Or more.

Hope died when they moved around her and lifted the tray off. A rough hand gripped her ass, squeezing it hard and causing flares of heat to rip along the welts. Worse than that, someone knelt behind her. She could feel the cloth of their pants whispering along her bare, parted legs. Another hand joined in the abuse, spreading her wide. She couldn’t hear the exact words, but knew Owner and the stranger were discussing her holes in lewd detail. The hands parted her, and she felt her pink holes tickled with cool air. She could only guess how many of the partygoers were stopping to stare, to laugh, to comment on the flesh table.

Rough fingers explore her sodden cunt, the shame making her blush, as Owner stepped around in front. His trousers fell to the floor as he reached down, grabbing a fistful of hair. Yanking her face up she caught a cluster of women sipping drinks, smirking and commenting to each other, before Owner shoved his cock in her open mouth. She looked up at him as he groaned pushing forward to choke her as tears blurred vision.

Behind her, a thick cock slapped against the valley of her cheeks. It rubbed slickly against her, then shoved its way inside her aching cunt. Owner groaned again as she moaned around his cock.

“Gentlemen,” Owner said, “This is exactly what Drippy Hole was made for.”

On screen, she was stuffed with cocks, as partygoers walked past. Some watched, some made lurid suggestions. Drippy could only bounce between Owner and the stranger as they rocked her violently back and forth, now just a recording for the men in the room to enjoy.

The shame of it made her blush. Both on screen and kneeling, watching herself get fucked. The men behind her grunted in agreement.

In the brightly lit room, Drippy Hole pressed the left side of her face down to the floor. The ache in her knees faded away as her lower back started aching. She knew better than to change position. She’d been told to reach back and hold herself open. She could feel the cool air tickling her cunt, coated in her own juices, and down her thigh. The men behind her could watch either Drippy getting fucked at a party on screen or the pathetic slave girl dripping as she held herself open right in front of them. Or even both at once.

The lights in Owner’s living room were on full bright, so every inch of her holes could be easily seen. Including her own juices slowly traveling down a thigh. On screen, there was the sound of a wet POP as the stranger pulled out of her ass, then moved around in front of her to shove his cock in her mouth. It was gross, but even more so because she knew it had happened to her. She tried to block out what the men behind her were saying. It was better not to think about it and just be in the moment. As blank as she could go, sometimes their words cut right through, making her clench and drip even more.

“Watch how her eyes go blank the moment she stops pretending to be a person. She’s not a girlfriend, not a woman, not even a human anymore… Just a warm, wet cocksleeve for men.”

“Fuck,” someone said in a low rumbling voice that made Drippy want something stuffed inside her. Stuffed so she could do nothing but moan. Not think. Just be. Be used. “How much of this footage do you have?”

Owner laughed, “Hours and fucking hours. I’ll send you the best of…”

Drippy clenched at the comment. Owner was sending others clips of her being used. Being fucked. Being holes. The heat in her cunt burned so fiercely that she wanted to touch herself. Smear her juices across her lips. Flail her clit.

“See that!” Owner barked, “That’s exactly why I call her Drippy Hole. The nasty cunt can't help herself, drips at any male attention, any comment.” He paused, then addressed the cunt holding herself open, “Look at the screen, Drippy Hole. That’s you. That’s all you are. Say it out loud for our guests.”

She hated it. Having to say it meant she had to think, to put thoughts into words. With a shuddering breath, she explained, “I’m just a drippy hole for Owner’s use.”

“Eyes on the TV, dumb puppy. Look how shiny and wet you get when you’re being a proper cocksleeve. You’re drooling cum on my floor again, Drippy Hole. That’s not because you’re a person with feelings. That’s because you’re just a leaky little object that gets wet when real men watch what you’re for.”

Leaning closer, Owner let his voice drop into that gaslighting purr she craved. “Even while you’re watching how pathetic you look, your cunt is betraying you. Tell them, you empty-headed cumdump. Tell them why I keep this reel. Tell them you’re grateful to be reduced to nothing but holes.”

Unable to respond with words, Drippy simply moaned as her hands shook, still pulling her cheeks apart so the men could see that she was indeed still leaking.

“Should we make a new clip tonight, boys? Something even better for the next reel? Maybe we’ll start by bending this filthy cunt meat over the coffee table and giving her something fresh to leak over while she narrates.”

Drippy Hole knew it was going to be a long long night, but at least she was where she deserved to be.