I told him my darkest fantasies …
I would be blindfolded, stripped, and my hands tied together. I would be dragged along, unable to see. I would be taken to a room, where I could hear other people, yet they seem not to hear my pleas.
I would be tied to a table, on my back, with my hands tied above my head. The blindfold would be removed and I could see above me a sign, saying ‘free for use’.
I’d remember that I’d said I dreamed of being abused, used, teased, twisted, fucked. I’d remember that it was supposed to be fantasy. Here there is no choice –
Strange men wander over to me, listen to me beg, and then laugh and stick their cocks in my face. They fuck my mouth, pushing their cocks down my throat until I gag. Some of them come in my mouth, others over my face or chest. I get come in my eye, but I cannot brush it away.
A woman, tall and dangerous in leather, sits on my face, and twists my nipples as she forces me to suck her clit until she comes. She attaches pegs to my nipples, and pulls them off when I don’t suck hard enough.
I am a toy. Something to be played with. Bored dillentantes play with my arsehole, sticking dildos and bottles up my arse and laughing as I scream. They know I like it, really.
Random cocks are pushed inside my cunt, fucking me hard, fucking me more than I’d ever dreamed I could be used. I feel raw and agonised, and yet orgasms continue to rack me as I shudder beneath them. I feel their cocks pressing against whatever is inside my arse, and the rubbing between them sets me to sobbing and coming again.
Flesh is everywhere, and I snort air through my nose as my mouth and cunt and arse are filled and emptied over again. I lose myself, forget I am a person, an individual. I am not – I am theirs to be used freely.
I remember saying that I dreamed of being covered in come and juices and bruises and used and used and used again. I remember that I have some fucked-up fantasies.
Now I have the reality. It is awful, it is degrading.
I love every second of it.
Originally posted May 2006.
This fantasy has changed very little for me. (I’d rather not have a bottle near my arse!) Other than that … yes please. Oh, yes please. With enthusiasm and wanting and a very wet cunt. Please.