It’s full of stars.
Image – Sergio Diaz
I have no idea what’s going on or how long I’ve been here.
I’m on my knees, naked, blindfolded, and with my hands behind my back. I had to climb up some wooden steps so I think I’m on some kind of raised dais or stage. There are people around me but I don’t know how many.
The blindfold went on before I came in so I only saw the building from the outside. It was white and the entrance had large wooden doors. Sounds echo and resonate above me so I think it must have a high ceiling. The air is cool and there is an unmistakable whiff of incense. It feels like the inside of a church. There is also that hushed, sombre atmosphere you get in churches. The echoes make everything seem massive and distant, like the sounds are coming from far away and for a moment I have the uncanny feeling that the whole universe is watching me.
I’m starting to feel little disoriented. So much has happened since I got here, my brain feels kind of overloaded. So many sensations. So much to process in just a few hours. It was only this morning that I was delivered here but it already seems like days ago.
But I’m guessing this is part of their plan. They want me to feel confused and afraid. And I’m not denying it, I do feel a little anxious. Given the circumstances I’d be stupid not to.
The cool air is making me shiver. They’ll like that. It’ll make me look scared and weak but actually I’m feeling pretty fucking turned on. Danger has always been a powerful aphrodisiac for me. When I was a teenager I used to fantasize about being kidnapped and held hostage in some dark dungeon. And being punished for crimes I had not committed – nearly always with a whipping. I’ve always been like this. Even from an early age. I have a really clear memory of when I was about 8 or 9 and playing some kind of cops and robbers game with a boy who was about the same age as me. He was the cop and after “arresting” me, he found some string and tied me to the coffee table in the living room. I remember how much I liked it. The feeling of powerlessness. Of being at his mercy.
In my teens I began to fantasize about this stuff on a regular basis. I remember seeing a movie on TV when I was about 14 – I can’t remember the title now but it was some mainstream film, definitely not porn – where a female character is tied by her wrists and suspended from the ceiling by a rope. She wasn’t naked but I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Or feeling. The emotion was so powerful. I was paralyzed by it. I couldn’t even breathe I just stared at the TV screen totally rapt and enthralled. God it made me feel so hot. I so wanted to be in that situation. I really wanted to BE her. Tied up. Defenseless. But above all, tied up, defenseless AND naked.
When the scene finished I had to run up to the bathroom and lock the door and start masturbating. I didn’t give a damn about the rest of the movie – or anything else for that matter – it was so powerful. It affected me for days after. Nothing pornographic or violent happened in the scene but it was like the promise something fascinating and infinitely pleasurable had opened up my imagination and now I had a whole rich world of fantasies to play with. I could hardly keep my hands away from my pussy in bed at nights. The movie was not at all explicit but I had a lot of fun joining all the dots and “improving” on it.
And then later, when I was 16, I got my nipples pierced and discovered that pain really could lead to a whole universe of pleasure. And finally in my late teens, at the hands of an older boyfriend who had a collection of whips, I discovered the unbearable pleasure that being whipped can be. This was final proof of something that I think I had known all along – that pain and pleasure are two things that are inextricably linked.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, one thing led to another and here we are now, with me naked in front of a roomful of strangers about to be whipped or possibly something even worse.
Or should that be even “better”?
And yes the prospect is giving me one hell of a buzz. My pussy is all gummy with anticipation. Let’s get on with this. Come on boys. I’m your toy. Your slut. Your fuck slave. Whip me and make me dance and moan for you. Do your worst. My pussy is begging for you. Hot and wet and ready to cum cum cum. And you want it so bad don’t you? All this ceremonial stuff is just elaborate foreplay. It’s my fuckable flesh you really want. And especially my pretty little moist slit of a cunt. Oozing to be filled by good hard potent man cock. Hey, you there. You with the hard-on the size of a crane. Yes you! Is your cock hard for me? Let me see. Is it dripping? Is it tasty and succulent? Hot and red? Fit to burst? Will you drive it hard all the way into me. The way I like it. Fierce and brutal and utterly merciless. As if your fucking life depended on it.
C’mon, boys. Come and give it to me now.
Whip me. Watch me.
Feel me. Fuck me.
I am the star of this show and yes I fucking love it.
To be continued