A Virgin Canvas

I am an object of value to them.

A virgin canvas.

To their minds a work of art.

A living sculpture.

A promise of raptures still unrealized.

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Image – © Igor Voloshin

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I can’t see. Blindfolded. Naked and dripping wet. Kneeling in the position I’d been told was my default – sitting up straight, hands behind my back, breasts pushed out and thighs apart with cunt open and available.

Someone coughed quietly. There are people around me. How many I don’t know. Hushed voices. Murmurs. An occasional whisper quickly hushed into silence.

A little shiver. Goosebumps on my arms. There is a door open somewhere. I can feel a draft. A light breeze wafts icily over my damp skin. Currents of air caress me inquisitively, brushing curiously over my nakedness, probing my cunt and prying at my nipples, making them prickly and hard.

I’m trembling. More out of excitement than fear. I feel such exhilaration. Joy even. The anticipation is so acute I am almost giddy from it. In each moment that passes I feel so utterly alive.

They are watching me. I am pleasing to them. Beauty captured and made to bow before them. Naked, bound, defenseless. A slave to their desire. My heart is pounding but I sense no danger. I am a precious doll. A toy to be played with, abused even, but never damaged. I am an object of value to them. A virgin canvas. To their minds a work of art. A living sculpture. A promise of raptures still unrealized.

I am your fantasy.

And I await you

My breasts a soft silky sanctuary

My pussy dripping.

Ripe.

My beauty amazes me.

Taste my flesh.

Do it now.

Prick me.

Bite me.

Fuck me.

I am the fruit of your dreams.

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Image – Author unknown

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God I was hot. I was so desperate to be fucked it was like some kind of heightened state. I was on heat and it was making me high. My pussy was dripping wet.

And not just from the hosing down I’d just received.

They’d taken me out into a kind of courtyard or square. I’d had to crawl on my hands and knees down a concrete path to what looked like a flagpole or post. They tied me with my hands cuffed behind it and my ankles shackled in irons. Then they attached my collar to a kind of hook making it impossible for me to move my head.

I could see a group of people sitting around some tables at the far end of the courtyard. They looked like ordinary office workers having a coffee break. They were all watching me.

The trainer stood in front of me with a long fire hose with a gold colored faucet. It is turned on and a long arc of water sails through the air toward me – its target my breasts. When it falls there is a mighty explosion on my chest. The force of the water is constant and crushing. Its whipping at my breasts and for a moment I think my chest is going to cave in. It has winded me and I can’t breathe. I struggle vainly at the post. The pressure of it is so powerful it hurts, I mean it really hurts, pounding so hard it feels like its pulverizing my breasts. It’s splashing into my face and mouth and I’m gasping for air. I think I’m drowning. I can’t move my head. I can’t escape. I am being consumed by a torrent and I can’t do anything about it or even move any part of my body at all and I want to cry out and beg for help but I can’t breathe and it seems to go on forever and I can’t bear it any more please make it stop please make it stop… please…

Suddenly there is a moment of release like something has broken inside me and for a split second I feel nothing. Everything has stopped dead. No pressure. No pain. No fear.  Nothing.

But I am alive! The torment has ended. And I am still alive!

I’m gasping and coughing and trying and get the air back into my lungs and I can hear laughter and applause from the coffee drinkers.

But I feel so alive, I’m buzzing with exhilaration and want to laugh and scream out loud. Oh thank you thank you…

The trainer spends a few moments adjusting the faucet and I get a chance to recover and pull myself back together. Then, once again I hear the hissing sound. The jet of water is narrower now and sparkles in the sunlight. It looks like a shining liquid serpent.

The serpent is seething at my feet.

It is slowly rising

My pussy its prey.

It’s so close now. Inches away. I can feel its ice cold tongue licking and snapping at my sex.

How much longer?

It rears back and for a moment remains absolutely still. And then in a flash it is upon me. Fuck yes! A glorious rushing drilling scratching surging sensation, like a continuous series of detonations right inside my pussy. They mount in intensity and keep on surging like a massive vibrator set to max but far more powerful and way more intense.

Oh God I just surrender to it. Yes! I want it. I want it so fucking bad I’m pulling at my restraints. I want it kept on my clit and the trainer deliberately moves it around teasing me, whipping my breasts with it, making me gyrate and dance, making my body beg for it, humiliating me utterly.

I’m wriggling and dancing and screaming. It bites and hurts but I’m loving it. It’s a monster, a beautiful hungry water serpent feeding at my sex. And I’m giggling and crying out and shrieking from the glorious pounding ferocity of it.

The coffee drinkers are all cheering. The pleasure slut is begging. Begging to cum. Begging for release. Begging as if her life depended on it.

Another trainer approaches and uncuffs me and turns me around. Yes! Thank God! More!

This time I am made to lean forward with my back facing the hose.

Of course! My ass!

Both my hands and feet are restrained tightly.

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Image – Author unknown

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I hear that beautiful roaring hiss behind me as the hose is switched on once more .

Suddenly, the trainer is whipping my ass with it. Slashing at my buttocks. God it’s like being flogged by some fantastic machine. Piercing and constant, its cruelty is mindless. Voracious.

The trainer approaches. The jet-spray penetrates my buttocks, it finds my hole and tears into me. God it is like having a hundred hot throbbing cocks filling me up with their juice; gnawing into me, hungry for more, feeding on me. There is an earthquake inside me. I’m going to cum at any second. My whole body is jerking and shaking and I’m screaming out loud tearing madly at the restraints, the waves of pleasure mounting and roaring and about to drown me.

I really can’t stand it any more. The pleasure is unbearable. There’s only one thing I want now. I’m craving it. Desperate. Enslaved by one single idea alone. Please please please… I want to cum… I want to cum… cumming .. now… please…cum…

But no, they won’t let me cum. Of course they won’t.

The longer I am kept like this the more magnificent and exquisite I am to them.

The trainer untied me and told me get back on my knees. I was gasping and had to be slapped a few times just to be brought back to earth.

Still soaking wet and horny as fuck, I was led by the collar on all fours to a white building on the other side of the courtyard. It hard two large wooden doors. They were ornate and ancient looking, like those of a church.

In front were some white stone steps which I had to crawl up. I noticed an image above the entrance. It looked like a kind of religious icon. It depicted a woman tied naked to a cross and looking up in supplication. At the bottom of the cross were two long black wavy lines. They looked like whips.

It was a crucifix. And the woman was being whipped.

They put a blindfold on me and I was led inside. Judging by its vast echo-y sound and the noticeably cooler air within, I thought it was probably a large gallery or maybe the nave of a church. I was led to some kind of platform or raised dais and I had to crawl up some more steps. I knelt and waited, dripping wet and still thinking about that fire hose.

That was about 15 minutes ago. I’ve been kneeling here since. No one has touched me or said anything to me and nothing more has been done to me.

All I can hear is the whispering and murmuring of distant disembodied voices.

Echoes of barely recognizable words resounding in a darkness that seems so infinite it’s both frightening and awe inspiring.

Bathed, bare, immaculate.

She is ready.

A virgin canvas.

Now we begin.

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To be continued.