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| candle_in_the_wind |
I was surprised that Dan had asked me back to his place again. We had met once before at a fetish club (my first visit ever) and a bunch of us had gone back to his place to continue partying.
I was a little drunk and had knocked over a footstool, breaking the leg. I had offered to replace it but he said it was old and broken already. It was a chilled out evening though I did share some of my fantasies and reasons for getting into the fetish scene with Dan.
He excited me with his stories, his experiences. Some were very extreme, one involving kidnapping a sub of his and having her held captive for 3 days, by strangers to her. What he did to her over the next few days made me tingle, I came home and masturbated fervently for hours just thinking of myself in her role.
So here I was walking through his door again, just the two of us. His housemate was upstairs playing Poker with some friends but was not going to come down and disturb us. As soon as we were through the door I bent to take off my shoes and as I stood up straight he took my head in his hands and kissed me passionately.
I had dreamt about this often and just went weak at the knees. We stood there for ages and I'm not sure how it happened but suddenly I felt something in his hands and then he was putting a blindfold on me whispering in my ear that he had a surprise for me. I was still so naďve!
He led me into the front room, I was giggling and tingling like a schoolgirl. I had my arms at my side, I was losing track of the time and the room around me – too many Archers and not enough lemonade! His took my hands in his, between us and I felt a pressure around my wrists. I could not move them apart now!
It was all a little surreal so I did not think to question it, it must have been my mind playing tricks. Did he have a Magician's jacket on? With deep hidden pockets?
His lips were pressed hard against mine but then were replaced by something I had never felt before. There was something being forced between my lips and as I opened my mouth to protest it was filled by a hard round object and then Dan was fiddling with a strap behind my head.
I was trying to catch my breath, I could not swallow as my mouth was forced open, the straps were tight around me, my head was spinning.
Suddenly Dan's tone of voice changed, he slapped me across my cheek and ordered me to kneel. I stood there stunned. But I was soon shocked out of it as he slapped me again and pulled down by my hair. I had a short button-through tube dress on which he ripped apart, I actually heard the buttons popping off and hitting the floor and I felt the air move as it was flung away from me. My little G-string was ripped from me, the ribbons giving easily to the force of his pull.
I was still unsure how real this was, perhaps I was really home in bed and fantasising about this. But it would have felt nicer and more comfortable in my dreams! Dan pushed down hard on my shoulders, my face hard against the floor and he told me not to struggle nor try to rise up.
I heard him move something across the floor and I was shuffled onto a small oval sheepskin rug just in front of the sofa. A small pillow was put under my head. I began to relax. No-one would be that bad if they were concerned about my comfort.
He came behind me and pushed my knees apart then pulled my wrists between them. More cuffs were put on my ankles and the wrists cuffs were attached. This had the effect of not only dis-abling me but my hind quarters were raised up, my arse cheeks were sticking up in the air. I was suddenly conscious of my nakedness, my vunerability. The pressure on my head from my own body weight and the gag made it difficult to cry out, the pillow muffled my pleading further.
Dan moved away and I heard him put the TV on and insert a DVD into the machine. Instant moaning and groaning assailed my ears – he was watching a porn movie ! He went to the kitchen and poured out a drink then came back in and hopped over me onto the sofa. He promptly rested his feet on me and settled down to enjoy his film.
I was too stunned to say anything then he made me jump as he clearly said “ Katie, you did offer to replace my footstool, so don't complain or struggle” I nearly laughed out loud! Oh my god, this WAS all just a joke. Another minute or so and he will let me go and we'll watch TV together and laugh about it all.
But the minutes passed and he did not release me. I ached from being bent over and the weight of his legs was pushing the breath from me. I'm not sure if I fell asleep or passed out but suddenly I felt a coldness between my legs, wet and very cold! It took a moment before I realised someone was putting ice inside me. My pussy lips wrinkled, shrank away from the assault but the insistent pushing and friction soon made them swell again. I'm not sure how many ice cubes were put inside me, I could feel them begin to melt instantly and as the water ran out of me I feel degraded as it was if I were wetting myself. I could feel the rivulets run down my thighs.
I was suddenly aware that Dan's legs were still on my back !! How could he be doing that to me? It dawned on me that someone else was with us. I tried to protest, to wriggle free but Dan pushed down hard with his legs. “I have no table, so you will be my new storage box!” he said. I felt him lift his legs off me and place a glass on me. I could feel the condensation running onto my back. “If you spill that, you will be severely punished”. I froze. I knew from his previous confessions of his exploits that he was serious.
I did not know who else was in the room. I felt so degraded, used as a piece of furniture but frightened to try and stop it. I felt more coldness between my legs but this was worse. I knew what was happening. It was a cold thick jelly that was being applied to my exposed arse. My pink puckered rosebud (as I like to refer to it) was being lubed ready to be violated.
I tensed up and instantly felt the glass on my back wobble. I tried to relax. I felt tears prick my eyes but would not let myself cry. Then I felt pressure between my cheeks. Hard, firm, constant pressure. Then ever so slowly, despite my resistance, I felt myself be breached. I did not know what it was but gradually a long phallic shaped object was inserted into my anus. They knew to wait until my second set of muscles had relaxed before pushing it in all the way. I screamed, not so mush in pain though it was uncomfortable, but more with the humiliation of it.
What a sight I must have looked. Trussed up, wet and open, saliva dribbling from my mouth, water running from my pussy and a vibrator sticking out of my behind.
The two of them sat back down on the sofa and started chatting, then one of them bent forward and flicked a switch on the vibe. I nearly bit the ball off the gag. Vibrations were pounding through me, I jerked up wary of the glass but could not prevent it from toppling over. Luckily (so I thought) there was little drink left in it but it run over me, my neck and into my hair. Thankfully the glass did not break as it hit the floor.
Dan stood up and left the room without saying a word. He returned only moments later and before I could wonder what he was doing a felt a stinging lash across my arse cheek. Then another, then another. I bucked and contorted, trying to get away from the pain, now the tears were flowing, now I was scared. Even the gag could not drown out my screams as the cane hit 6 more times, each time, it seemed harder than the last. And each time I tensed with the pain the butt vibe was drawn into me deeper.
Then I felt warm hands on me and though my cheeks were throbbing and I initially pulled away the soft stroking took some of the pain away. The hands caressed me, lightly stroked me and then moved to the front of me where they probed my opening, fingers softly flicking at my clit. I did not want to be enjoying this but the sensation was delightful. I actually pushed myself up onto his fingers, eager for more of this type of attention. He stroked and rubbed, rhythmically, my body was pulsing in time with his movements, trying to maximise the friction. He pulled his hands away and I felt myself relax back down, the orgasm that was building before, now subsiding.
He laughed when he saw, he knew that I had become excited and mocked me. What a slut I was, pretending to hate it while really enjoying it. “But I'm not” I tried to say though the gag. More dribble ran out and I so wanted to clean up my face.
The spilt drink was now sticky on me, the ice water drying, leaving my skin parched, my hair messed up, face pushed against the floor and these men degrading me further. I tried to plead to be released but they ignored me.
Rummaging in the other room now, drawers opening and closing, warm breath on my face and a whispered voice in my ear. “If you struggle, you will be flogged. If you cry out you, will be flogged. If you resist, you will be flogged. And if you dare Cum, you will be flogged severely”.
I did not understand at first. Come? Come where? But then I felt more lube being applied and something pushed inside my pussy and I understood completely. A long thick vibrator was being pushed into me and as it reached its limit I felt that it was a rabbit vibrator and the clit stim was positioned in exactly the right place to induce orgasm. This was one of my own most favourite toys, one that was guaranteed to make me cum when I lie in my bed alone each night. In fact, very little else did make me cum!
The button was pushed and the vibes started. I tensed again, wondering if I could I push this out with my muscles? No, the angle of my body made the weight of it keep itself in place. It was thrust in and out of me, long and deep, the stimulator arousing my little button, making it hard and erect. I could not help but begin to build up. My arms and legs were aching, I felt dirty but I could not stop the waves of pleasure taking over me. My body tensed more my leg muscles clenched my pelvis thrust harder towards my tormentor. In a flash the vibe was removed from me, I could feel my pussy lips still dilated, open and exposed, suddenly cold and empty.
Nothing was said. They both sat down on the sofa and started talking in hushed tones. I was left, wanting, shaking, pulsing. I sunk down into myself, angry for being so turned on by all this unwanted attention.
I heard them get into a deep conversation about work and wondered if they had actually forgotten about me. I wriggled in my bindings, stretched my fingers and toes, tried to manoeuvre a little to release the pressure on my knees, straighten my back.
I had just settled into a position a little less painful when the vibrator was thrust inside me again, no word of warning, I cried out into the gag. It was pushed in me a few times then left, the vibrations teasing me, not enough pressure to make me cum, but neither could I relax. I was ignored for maybe 5 whole minutes then it was turned up to setting two. Faster, harder pulses echoed through my body. I was panting now. I ached, I hurt, I had cramp everywhere but I needed to cum. It would be my release. A few seconds of pleasure that would take my mind off the pain and the humiliation. Setting three then setting four, I was so close to cumming.
I felt the vibe in my arse being removed and as the last inch came out there was such a rush, I nearly came there and then. But before I could enjoy it I felt skin against mine, two legs, hairs prickling the back of my thighs. I tightened up, I was frightened of what was going to happen next. My arse wasn't exactly virgin territory, there had been a little play, a little probing from time to time but I had never had anal sex. It was too taboo, for me to consider. I would always tense up when prompted to try it.
But now I had no power to stop it. I was tied up, exposed, at someone's mercy. I could not scream for help and even if I could have I would not as I did not want anyone to see me in such a way. I felt a hand underneath me holding the vibe in my pussy and I felt the pressure as his hard cock invaded me. An inch, the pain was intense, another inch, it was worse now. I could not take two things inside me at once, surely I would split in half.
Another 2 inches eased their way in and then came to a standstill as my inner muscles barred the way. He pumped gently into me, and the onslaught made my body more accepting of him though my mind was screaming for him to stop. I felt myself give way and he thrust the last bit in till I felt his pelvic bone crushed against mine. He could go no further. I bucked and thrashed about but they were laughing at me. I was actually making it more fun for them and easing him into me more.
He started to fuck me and with each thrust the vibrator was pushed into me too, the buzzing on my clit intensified. Despite my muffled verbal objections my body was sending a different message to him. He rode me, hard and deep. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. I tried to resist but could not. I began to push back against him in rhythm. I felt him tense, he speeded up. Holding onto my hips for traction, he pounded into me.
Suddenly there were lights flashing in my eyes my head was spinning, all my aches disappeared as the orgasm rocked my body. I bit down on the gag, hurled expletives, shook and jerked. It was 3 orgasms in one, all my hot spots firing off at once, my arse, my pussy and my clit. While I was still cumming I felt him give a few last thrusts and then pull out of me. There was this embarrassing slurping sucking noise, the vibrator fell out of me too as my vaginal muscle spasms ejected it.
He used his hand to give a final few pulls on his cock and then came all over my back. I could feel the hot cum spurting over me, running down my sides and over my buttocks. I was still shaking from my orgasm as he wiped his shaft across my arse and thighs, cleaning himself off on me.
I fell limp, wasted, used up. I thought I would pass out but only seconds later Dan was at my face. He took off the blindfold and laughed as he told me what a filthy slut I was. How I looked like a whore, covered in sweat and cum and dried alcohol. My bright red anus and pussy lips swollen, poking out provocatively. I felt so ashamed. How could I have cum, was that not saying that I actually enjoyed it? I did not. I was cold and sticky and mortified for being used in such a way.
Dan removed the gag. By now I was leaning in a pile of saliva but I was past caring. He undid the tie between my ankles and wrists though my hands were still attached. He slowly stood me up. I did not care that I could feel water, lube, cum, sweat and tears running down my body. My mascara was probably all down my face, lipstick all gone. I must have looked a mess. He offered me some water from a bottle and I sipped carefully even though I was parched.
Slowly I came round, felt more steady on my feet. He asked if I was OK and stupidly I said yes! I stood up tall and straight, trying to regain my dignity. He started to lead me out of the room and up the stairs. I assumed he was taking me to the bathroom so I could clean myself up.
At the very top stair I became aware of the second guy behind me again, he grabbed my hair tight, pulled my head back viciously, I still had not seen his face. He was holding me facing a door, slightly ajar. I could see some guys sitting around a table, cards spewed around, empty beer cans, shoes and clothes discarded. The bed was a big iron four poster and laid out on the covers were rope, a crop, a cane, some toys and vibrators, larger than id ever seen, a couple of candles and box of matches and another gag, even more fierce looking than my previous one.
He walked me into the room. I was still naked, now in front of four other men. They grinned at me as if they knew what was coming. He pushed me onto the bed, turned to them and said “She came without permission. She was told she would be punished for it if she did. Use her as you see fit. I'll be back in two hours”. He closed the door behind him, the men slowly stood and began to come towards me, each one with a grin on his face. My torment was not over yet………
| 10 Mar 07, 12:51 PM redcat 9 yrs  |
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| 10 Mar 07, 1:52 PM Crystal_Eyes UK, 5 yrs   |
Oh. My. God.
This is one of the best stories i've read here - i'm actually physically shaking! You either have a fantastic mind or you're a very lucky girl Thank you for sharing that. *goes off for a shower* *a cold one*
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| 10 Mar 07, 2:11 PM candle_in_the_wind UK(RM), 5 yrs |
I was very lucky !!
*Big grins* The Gene Pool could use a little Chlorine | |
| 10 Mar 07, 7:24 PM marathonman69 UK, 5 yrs |
but I am a little confused...
When I first joined IC I read this story (the ice bit was something I recall specifically as I was planning to use that myself but now it has re-appeared, apparently posted today... did you take it off for some reason and then repost it? Or am I having a serious mental breakdown/deja vue moment?
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| 11 Mar 07, 1:33 AM candle_in_the_wind UK(RM), 5 yrs |
I had it on my profile against a photo. I removed the photo today but wanted to keep the story for posterity.
I am the original author, I promise xx The Gene Pool could use a little Chlorine | |
| 11 Mar 07, 2:16 AM mgrace UK, 7 yrs |
Fabulous Mistress Grace | |
| 11 Mar 07, 10:22 AM marathonman69 UK, 5 yrs |
I'm glad u resurrected it it is fantasy or reality... and if the latter, how does it end.... | |
| 11 Mar 07, 11:37 AM candle_in_the_wind UK(RM), 5 yrs |
It was reality. And for the ending..... you will have to look out for my next blog  xxThe Gene Pool could use a little Chlorine |
