He started by inspecting my holes - fingering my mouth, pussy, and asshole to make sure they were acceptable. He was feeling my body with his hands, cupping my breasts and then pinching and pulling my nipples. He then bent me over the bed as he continued to consider me. This was the start of me starting to feel less than human and more like a fucktoy. Daddy only paying attention to the parts of me he wanted to use, not my laugh or banter or even my pretty face, shifted my thoughts to my fuckable parts too. I began to only focus on my mouth, pussy, and asshole, and how I could make sure they were open and accommodating to Daddy’s cock.

I felt his strong hand wack against my butt, spanking me several times. I could feel the heat from where his hand started to leave red prints. My mind already fixating on my fuck holes combined with the sting from his hand made my head spin with a pleasure response that can only come from pain. Then I heard Daddy remove his belt. Soon I felt the thwack of leather against my skin. Each strike eliciting a whimper and a moan from me. Finally that my body was getting what it desperately and pathetically craved - exquisite violence.

Daddy began to rub my clit and finger me. While he touched my pussy he told me what my purpose was and had me repeat it back. I was there to please him, to take his cum, and receive pain or pleasure from him as he saw fit. He made me repeat it all back while I squirmed and moaned as he played with my swollen, throbbing pussy. Repeating my purpose back, while he worked my hole and clit, and my backside still stinging from the spanks, caused my brain to continue to only center on this moment and how I was going to be a good fucktoy for Daddy. No other thoughts existed in me and it felt so good to just have to be a receptive set of holes, wet and ready for abuse. As my brain went blank, he graciously told me to cum and I almost immediately orgasmed on to his hand.

I had gotten a room with a beautiful view of the mountains. After he made me climax the first time, he told me to go over to the couch by the window and bend over. He then fucked my wet pussy hole as he admired the view. He didn’t really seem to pay much mind to my moaning or eager whimpers as he fucked me. He didn’t seem to register me at all, just my recently cummed, throbbing cunt, bouncing on his dick. And all I thought of was my wet hole sliding on top of Daddy’s dick, and how ultimately I was just a wet hole. He came first in my pussy while looking out on the Rockies. I was only an object existing for him to cum in, and I felt so lucky to be used by him.

We took a break and then he allowed me to use my vibrator on myself. I was snuggled in his lap, looking up at him while I played with my pussy. He barely looked at me. I asked to cum a few times and he told me no, almost annoyed that I had asked. He got up and looked out the window some more while I writhed on the couch, my eyes transfixed on his inattentive face. He glanced at me briefly and told me I could cum for him again. My response was almost instantaneous, the build up was many minutes and even his brief moment of attention when he told me to cum set me off. It was so freeing to finally be a thoughtless object whose sole drive was to please Daddy. Even my orgasms weren’t actually mine. I only was allowed them to please him and even then he was only vaguely interested while I was absolutely enamored with his minimal consideration.

After he allowed me my second orgasm, Daddy wanted to use my throat. We had been talking for a few weeks leading up to this trip, and he’d been having me practice abusing my throat using a dildo at home. I had worked really hard to prepare myself for him to use my mouth and throat like a pussy. He was well endowed so I knew I had my work cut out for me.

When he took my throat, the unrelenting assault was overwhelming, and my pussy was soaked the entire time. He berated me when I wasn’t able to take it as long as he wanted me to. Resisting wasn’t an option as he would grab my hair in his fist and fuck my face, giving little regard to my gagging or ability to breathe. I focused on his face, wanting so desperately to see his pleasure. I tried relaxing my throat as much as I could. He was so big and I wanted to badly to make him happy, to be useful to Daddy. I was covered in spit when he finally came down my throat. Later, I mentioned that I felt like I had done a bad job at the throat fucking but he said he got what he needed from my throat, which from him is high praise and made me feel like a good fucktoy.

The last he came was in my asshole and that was wonderfully painful and made me feel most like just a pathetic hole and an object made for abuse. I got him hard by stroking his cock with my hands. I looked up at him in pathetic admiration and he looked back down at me in either pity or disgust, it was hard to tell. He pushed me on my back and I pulled my legs up into breeding position. He then fucked my pussy to get his dick wet. While he was fucking me, and his hands were on my throat, I was able to eek out a request for him to spit on me, but he immediately slapped my face and told me to shut the fuck up. My response to the slap and cruel command was for my pussy to flood his dick with wet.

He then flipped me over, lined his cock up to my asshole (which had very little play leading up) and thrusted his cock inside of my tight hole with only my pussy juice as lube. It was excruciating and I let out a muffled scream into a pillow. He began to fuck my ass, taking longer and harder strokes as I begged for him to stop and told him that he was hurting me. He held me down by my hair as I squirmed, my body instinctively trying to push away. He pinned me with his body weight, got close to my face and reminded me this is what I came for, and that my holes were his to do with as he pleased. I agreed through tears and repeated back that my holes were his to abuse. I tried to hold still be and be a good girl and take it while he used me. He kept roughly fucking my asshole for another few painful minutes while I cried and whimpered into a pillow, and then he finally came in my ass. As I laid on the bed, still bent over, crying, and trying to collect myself, Daddy found my plug. I winced as he inserted it inside of me, my asshole still reeling from his cock stretching it. He told me I was going to keep it in all day, to hold his cum in me for as long as I could.

During the entire experience he took ample opportunity to remind me that I was a dumb cumslut, that I deserve pain and abuse if it brought him pleasure or even just entertainment. He had me repeat back that I was a worthless whore, that my only use was in my ability to take cum and pain, that I existed to please him. And sometimes, when he was happy with me, he even told me I was a good girl.

Before he left, I asked if he would use the belt on me a little bit longer. I just needed to feel the sting of his cruelty once more before I potentially never saw him again. He was kind enough to beat me some more. Soon after, Daddy walked out my hotel room door and left me crumbled on the bed sore, exhausted, and with all three of my holes slick with his cum. For that morning I got to be what I actually am - a brain dead cumslut who only exists to receive cum and abuse for Daddy’s pleasure.