Black 🖤 vs. Pink 💖 While my sweet Sugar was getting ready f..

Black 🖤 vs. Pink 💖 While my sweet Sugar was getting ready for our play session, I was ordered by my Master to show her Owner Mr. A what I had prepared earlier. We have two little carriage-/cart-thingies with wheels, which we mainly use for sex- and BDSM stuff. Today, I decided to reorganize them: One for Sugar’s stuff and one for mine. Anything that we might need for our training later was laid out and displayed: Different butt plugs, of course also the ones with our name tags on them, gags, outfits, collars, restraints, and so on. This way, our Owners had a nice overview of the variety of options to choose from. I was quite proud of my structured preparations; The two “sex carts” revealed our characteristic color scheme: Black for me, and pink for Sugar. In a way, those carts were a metaphor for today’s theme of the session: It was going to be a competition consisting of sex- and BDSM-related challenges. Even though I was 100% convinced that I would win, my confidence was a little impaired by my insecurity regarding the outfit I was wearing. I had gained some weight over the past few months, for reasons that were going to be shared with my lovely subscribers soon, but not today (And before you guys assume anything: I am NOT pregnant 😂). Not being able to excuse myself for my chubbiness, I thought something else than this tiny, revealing body suit might hide my curves better. Though a part of me was craving to be called out as the fat piggy I was, to be degraded and humiliated as such. A proper sex object was supposed to be fit and well in shape. Anyways, when Sugar was finally ready and I saw her stunning pink lingerie, I decided to ask my Owner for an outfit change, since I had some pieces that matched her set perfectly and thus the Pink vs. Black challenge that was about to happen. My Master agreed, because I had put out the other outfit options so nicely, it was no problem to opt for another one quickly. Phew, I felt a little better when I put on the black faux-leather lingerie set. Sugar and I looked so cute next to each other. Though, something was missing… our plugs! My Owner ordered me to get Sugar’s plug and put it in her cute little mouth. Next, Sugar was made to do the same thing with my plug. We proudly presented our plugged asses, ready and excited for the session. Together, we started warming up our Owners’ cocks, while our butts were getting warmed up as well. Once both our asses were hot and glowing red, my Owner ordered us to present ourselves again. “Great. Okay, now turn around, Lou.”, he said, “and tell us what will happen today.” I laughed nervously:” Weeeell… Sir has come up with a little game. Sugar and I will get spanked and the winner, the girl who can take more hits, will get fucked by both Owners – Mr. A and Mr. C – as a reward. The loser, however, gets locked up in the cage, gagged, restrained, and blindfolded.” “Mhm, exactly.”, my Owner said, “but before we start, I want you girls to guess who’ll win the challenge. What do you think?” “Me. Of course, I will win.”, Sugar replied confidently. Hah! “I will win, without a doubt.”, I said. And indeed, there was no doubt about it. I loved Sugar, having her over for training sessions, her delightful demeanor, her sweet voice, and her soft personality, but since I was way more experienced as a submissive than her at this point, I was very confident that I would be able to endure more pain than her. Moreover, I’m certainly the most dick-hungry one can be and therefore, there was no way I would let her have that reward instead. I wanted it! Though, on a side note, the “punishment” for the loser didn’t seem so bad to me. Caged, restrained, gagged, deprived of vision… sounds quite hot in my opinion. But knowing the loser would be blind and unable to move, though very able to hear, I figured I’d rather not lose on purpose to get the “loser treatment”, cause having to listen to her getting fucked by two hard dicks, while I get nothing, would have made me so desperate. A soft grip on my chin snapped me out of my thoughts, but it wasn’t my Owner’s, it was Sugars! She pulled my face over to hers and gave me a passionate kiss. It was as sweet and soft as I know and love that girl – and that was exactly why I was convinced I’d win. Eventually, it was time for the challenge. We got into position and my Owner started spanking our asses. Two hits on one cheek, two on the other, then do the same procedure on the other girl and repeat. Sir did not hold back when it came to intensity. He kept going for a while. My butt was on fire and I was sure that his hand must be too at this point. Neither Sugar nor I was going to give up anytime soon. I couldn’t believe that she was still holding up so well. I might have underestimated her. Her plug tag says “spank me” on the back for a reason, I guess. We didn’t really know what to do now, since we didn’t expect a tie to happen. We didn’t even think of that possibility. We needed a second challenge. Round 2 was set to be the squirting round. Now I was even more confident than before. If someone fingers me the right way, I can squirt within seconds. Bring it on!, I thought to myself, already fantasizing about the two men fucking me hard, one in my slutty mouth and one deep in my slave cunt… mmm. Sugar and I got down onto the floor and laid on our backs, legs up, pussies exposed. Mr. C was the lucky one to do the job. He took his shirt off and got ready to finger both of us hardly and silmutanuosly. When he started, I immediately moaned out and let go of everything. It only took a few seconds. I could hear and feel how insanely wet it got between my legs, but he didn’t stop. I got confused. Everything around me started turning. Why wasn’t he stopping?! I could barely take the intense sensation anymore. Sweet Sugar next to me was breathing faster and faster, she was getting close now. Meanwhile, I was overstimulated as fuck at this point, but Mr. A still didn’t release and say that I had already won. What the hell…this sadist! “Uaaahhh.”, I barely perceived Sugar’s familiar moaning when she finally finished. At this point, I couldn’t take anymore and desperately moaned out: ”Didn’t I squirt already?” Mr. A laughed:” You did. You both did.” and finally stopped. I gasped for air, my legs were shaking, my bum was burning and so was my overstimulated, pulsing pussy. But at least I won, right? I wondered why I was laying in the big wet patch on the floor. I was done for. Ready to have my reward and then aftercare. I even stopped holding the position we were told to get into, which my Owner didn’t like and approve of, of course. He teased me a little bit with the cane, my favorite cough not, and then he asked:” So both of you squirted, yeah? Lou, did you?” I opened my eyes, which I had closed in exhaustion earlier. A clear and definite “Yes” was all I could say. “What about you, Sugar? Did you squirt?”, he proceeded. A happy “Yes”, followed by a cute little laugh was the answer. Now it was on our referee Mr. A to judge. “Who squirted earlier?”, my Owner asked. Mr. A laughed again, then he said:” This is quite difficult. It was a head-to-head race, very close. Probably a draw again, haha! Sugar might’ve been a tiny bit faster, but it’s hard to tell since it was only a matter of seconds.” Great. I couldn’t believe my ears. But since my Owner didn’t say anything about it, I chose to remain silent. Though, I was getting a little frustrated. Fine, the hard way it shall be then. I suggested we should do a second spanking round but with some tools this time. Sugar wanted the paddle, but since I was still very confident in myself and my skills as a devoted slave, I opted for the cane instead. She wouldn’t be able to take a really hard spanking after all of this, I thought. My Owner gave her ten rough hits with the paddle, while I was getting ten hard strokes with the wooden cane. Again, none of us gave up. Impossible! “Alright, we did three challenges and all of them ended up being a draw. I think we should call it a day.”, my Owner said. I sighed. What an unsatisfying result! And none of us got to get the reward. I guess we will need a second match – with even harder challenges. One thing is for sure: I am ready for it.