My Bondage Fantasy – #NSFW

We arrive late, check into our hotel, and immediately go up to our room. I am so horny from the conversation we had on the plane ride that I can barely control myself. He had so many ideas, to much for just one night. Now I regret that I didn’t bring more bondage gear to live out each and every one of his insanely hot scenarios.

I had seen him quite a few times before. Great chemistry, he knew what he was doing. Definitely an experienced Dom. I can just kick back and be the obedient sub that I like to play in scenarios. Walking into our room, it is nice, but not obvious how we were going to go through with the scene that turned me on the most. I had never been tied up and sexually used for an entire night. There was always a point where I had enough and needed to get some sleep.

This time, I wanted it to be different. As good as our communication was, I was sure that he would not give in to my pleading, instead, penetrate me at will, and may even have arranged for a gangbang. This was his town, he had lots of friends. Anything was possible.

A big king-sized bed, some interesting artwork, plenty of space to walk abound, and an updated bathroom. Since it is already late, I just unlock my suitcase and jump into the shower. I knew that he would not lose any time checking out what toys I had brought.

He walks into the bathroom. “Here, when you’re done, place the blindfold over your eyes. From then on, you’re my slave until sunrise. I’ll hold you to your word — anything goes and unless you use the safeword, I will ignore all begging and pleading.” The way he says it makes shivers run down my spine. “I love Trump.” I’m just checking the safeword. There is no way I would accidentally say those words. Just the thought of using them to escape a scene is humiliating. “That’s right, my darling, but not until I’m done with you.”

Stepping out of the shower, there is the rubber blindfold. The moment I put it on, I am in complete darkness. The buttons in the back keep them tightly locked around my face, no slipping, not a chance to peak underneath or out to the sides. Just darkness.

He dries me off with a soft clean towel, so far, it all was very pleasant. That was going to change in a hurry. “Your dry, you know the rules we agreed on, now it’s too late for you to back out. Good for me, bad for you.” He takes me by the hand, I’m completely naked. My legs can feel the bedsheets brushing by, we keep going. Apparently, I’m not going to be spending the night on a nice plush hotel bed. I knew how much the room cost him, what a shame.

“Hold my hands, turn to stand opposite me, and then sit down very slowly. There is a bench. That will be your home for the night.” I follow his instructions, I had not noticed any bench when we walked into the room. Afraid of a hard wooden bench, I lower myself very slowly. Just when I thought this was just a test, my bottom makes contact. Fortunately, the bench is covered and soft. I think I can do this.

“I found a few things in your closet, I’ll put them on for now. If they are fun, for me, I may leave them on. Otherwise, the most important thing is that you are well secured, and my friends have access to at least your pussy, ass, and mouth. I have one friend who is into serious flogging, you didn’t set any limits for flogging, so I’ve invited him to come over a little later”.

Shit, he is serious, this isn’t just going to be the two of us. Of course, I had said he could bring friends, as long as I had the blindfold on and couldn’t be recognized. I just didn’t think he was serious! Just to affirm that I am still OK with our rules, I say a determined, “Yes, Master.”

One-by-one, he makes me identify the items he had pulled out of my suitcase. “Wrist Cuffs with Carabiner.” He places it on my lap. “Ankle Cuffs with Carabiner.” So far so good. “Bondage Belt.” I was hoping he would find the piece I disliked the most. “Bondage Rope.” Phew, he seems to have moved from the bag with the latex items to the next bag.

“Leather Flogger”. I’m glad he picked this one. I had accidentally packed a hard-rubber flogger. Besides being extremely painful, each lash also leave a sharp mark that can last for weeks. The leather flogger was nothing by comparison.

Shit, he found it. I hesitate with my answer. “Ouch”, I yell as he gives me a good slap on my behind – at least the part I’m not sitting on.” “You know what it is, answer, or I will make sure it gives you a nice pig-nose for the night.” I want to plead that he not use it, but then pull myself together. “Nose-hook.” He continued. “Latex Bondage Collar”, “Breath-through Mouth Gag with Shield.”

“Good girl, now the fun can start. Lay on your back on the length of the bench. Spread your legs, put your arms over your head. I’ll do the rest. Make sure you are comfortable because you’re not going to leave this bench until the morning.”

What have I gotten myself into….my own fantasy, dictated by someone I trusted. To me, that is the hottest form of bondage. Not knowing what comes next, losing track of time, giving in to whatever may come next. Becoming a sex toy, to be used by others for their enjoyment. That’s the spice that turns a regular bondage session into one where I cum hard at the most unpredictable times.

He attaches my ankles to the rod iron steel legs from the bench and secures them behind the two iron legs. They are going nowhere. Then he uses a short rope to secure my hands over my head, tied to the top of the bench. They are also going nowhere.

He takes his time with the nose-hook. It’s a delicate piece and I am glad that he isn’t pulling the attached buckle tightly over my head. Some of the fear was gone. I can feel the nose-hook, but am no longer worried about damaging my nose should I be unable to stay still.

With the rest of the items, he secures me further to the bench. Not that it was necessary. Just between my arms and my feet, there is no way for me to escape. I think he just enjoys the look of it. As the last piece, he attached the mouth shield with the breath-through gag. Oddly enough, it gives me a sense of comfort. I shield that could not be penetrated. Something, that I perceived as protecting me, should there really be a gangbang.

“Get used to your new position. Just got a text back from Steve and Harry. They can’t wait to see you. Oh, and they both have enormous dicks. You’ll find out soon enough.”

I’m now in total darkness, try to move my legs and arms to no avail. How much time is passing remains a mystery, though it seems like an eternity. A knocking at the door. I try to understand what’s going on, but the blindfold also muffles the sounds I hear. There are several people. Then the door closes.

I hear some laughter. Someone is taking pictures, ‘oh, please only do this when my blindfold is on.’ That was part of the rules. ‘Trophy Photos’ were allowed, as long as my face was disguided. I hear the unbuckling of belts, pants are sliding down right next to my head. Still harboring the hope that it’s just a clever way of freaking me out, I talk myself into believing that all the noise comes just from one person.

“We talked about the rules, you break them, you’re out. Does everyone agree and promise to stick to them?” That was my partner. No question. He is just making this a little more of a mind-game than usual.

“Understood.”

“Yes, totally.”

No!!!! I’m screaming in my head. Those are two very different voices, no funny pretending to change his voice. What is even more scary, I think I recognize the voices from an earlier visit. Those are his friends. Shit, and now I’m their fuck-toy. I’m so fucked. I should never have agreed to the rules, but then, I wanted to have my fantasy in his hands. I just have to remember this is what I wanted. He is doing nothing I didn’t ask him to do. Whatever happens, it is of my own doing. I’m the one who gets to live out a fantasy. He had to do all the work to set it up and come through for me.

“Let’s take the gag out — what good is a nice mouth when it’s already stuffed, right?” Here goes my last protection. Just don’t touch my blindfold or I’m using the safeword.

Hands are now gliding with some lotion over my face, around my blindfold. I can speak, and the safeword is on my tongue. Then the hands, more than two, glide down my neck until they begin to massage my breasts and play with my piercings. It feels nice.

‘Wham!’ It is not painful, but a surprise. While I enjoyed the massage, the flogger lands on my breasts. Not very hard, just enough to be reminded that pleasure can turn into pain at a moment’s notice. I don’t know who is doing what at this point. There is a lot of talking going on. I’m a ‘slut’, a ‘fucking bitch’, and much worse than that. It was degrading, humiliating, and exciting.

Without much warning, my wet pussy was penetrated by an enormous cock. I don’t think I ever had anything so big shoved into my pussy so quickly. This is not about my enjoyment, I am only here for one purpose, other men using me for their pleasure. I have to remember that, accept that for this night, I am a fuck-toy, bound to my bench, unable to get away. I am a slavegirl to my Master and his friends.

With his cock thrusting in and out as if he wanted to set a new speed record, another cock pushed against my mouth. I opened wide, ready to accept being used it two places at once. It wasn’t the first time, for sure, but the first time where I had given up all control. Just remember, I am a slavegirl, a fuck-doll, anything that I would normally find degrading. Now that I want to be used, want to live out my fantasy, this is part of it. I am going to be the best slut I can be.

I don’t know how they did it, but a third cock pushed against my anal entry. I don’t know if I can take the huge cock in my pussy with another cock up my ass. ‘Please don’t be as rough as that cock in my pussy, please.’ I relaxed my anal muscles and he pushes his cock right in. Anal sex was something that always excited me. And this was another sizeable cock.

In the meantime, my mouth got abused with little regard for my gag reflex. I am beginning to tear up ever time my gag reflex wants to set in. I am glad for the additional restraints. Between three men, three cocks, I was grateful for the security and safety. Bondage was my friend. I was frantically racing in my mind between the three cocks, trying to figure out which one was my partner’s.

They all are much bigger than I remembered his. Could it be….no, he wouldn’t do that to me. Perhaps this was not just my fantasy, but also his. His own slave. To use as he wanted, almost no limits, and showing off in front of his best friends what she can tolerate. Maybe it turned him on and got him harder than anything else we had done before.

Cum. As if they all held their cum back to unload it on me at the same time, they all pull out their cocks, I can hear some condoms flinging through the air. Then they unload huge amounts of cum over my face, into my mouth, and over my breasts. There seems to be no end to it. I still hadn’t had an orgasm, although I was so turned on by the scene. Not being able to see what was going on, heightened the excitement to no end.

As a good slut, I know what to do. “Swallow, swallow, swallow”, they were chanting. That is what I wanted. “Release my hands, just for a minute, give me a vibrator from the drawer, and I’ll swallow every drop I can find”. Those are the first words I had spoke since the scene had started. Now it is my turn to show that I wanted this, perhaps more they they did.

My hands are freed, I hold on to my favorite vibrator, and while satisfying my own aching clit, use the other hand to slurp up every drop of cum I could find across my face and chest. My mouth is full.

Just as I am about to cum, I lean my head back further, open my mouth to show them how much cum I have to swallow, and just when I couldn’t hold back any longer, I swallow the whole load in one gulp.

The orgasm was everything I imagined it to be. I am a cum slut, fuck toy, degraded, used, in tight bondage, and my master has full control. The stimulation on my clit, the humiliation, three men using me at the same time, the taste of their cum, it all pushes me over the edge. My body felt the orgasm, and my mind experienced every bit of it as well. I was a slave girl, a slut, anything they wanted me to be.

I had lived my fantasy. The next morning, I wake up still tied to the bench. I made it through the night. “Would you like me to release you?” He asked gently. “No, not yet.”

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11 comments

  1. Oh my, this is incredibly hot, and definitely one of my fantasies too… to be used like this. Thank you for sharing, and welcome to Wicked Wednesday! I hope to read a lot more from you πŸ™‚

    Rebel xox

    PS: Do you have a Twitter handle? I tweet all links and would like to credit you.

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  2. Oh Francesca! What a wonderful recounting of a super hot scene. So much sensation and exploration of the thoughts these feelings and this kinky situation evoke – great account/ story. Now you’ve joined in with #WickedWednesday there’s no stopping you.

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