Some people say I don’t get enough sleep, but I do better than that. I dream. And I daydream. And I
fantasize. Have you ever been there, at that place, where you are just about to drift off, or maybe just about
to wake up, and the world you dream about starts to pour into the world you live? If you live right, you can
merge and mingle those worlds, so your waking life is like a dream that you don’t want to wake up from, and
your dreams are just as real as your waking life- an everyday fantasy.
See, I know the ID, the Ego, and the Superego- Desire, and Conscience, and the manager in between. When you go to sleep, it’s your Superego, your conscience, that gets to rest, and your Ego relaxes, because it doesn’t have to worry about what’s right, just what is- and your ID gets a little chance to play, because you don’t have to worry about consequence- after all, it’s just a dream, right? No one knows but you, it’s your secret, inner self, your shadow side, your private playground. But what’s a playground without play mates?
That’s what sex is like- because the body has its own law, its own code and language and mission. Your body doesn’t tell you what’s right. Your body only tells you what it WANTS. And sometimes naked desire is just the desire to get naked. To allow yourself vulnerability, to stop hiding your inner self from the world.
So, anyway, this story is like that. Like a dream it has no deeper meaning than to be- and people in dreams may not be what they are in life, but they still have a part to play. So, all of the people who appear in this dream are NOT based on who they are in real life- they are only dream figments, and they offer no apologies for their life in my dream.
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I’m not a “lesbian”. In fact, I never met one. Because a “lesbian” isn’t a person, it’s a label, it’s an attempt to quantify and pigeon-hole that which was never meant to be squeezed into convenient definitions & easy labels. We don’t love a set of genitals, we love people. And if you strip away the body and just leave a brain in a jar OR WORDS ON A COMPUTER SCREEN- you can still fall in love with the person that's left- a person whose face you haven’t seen, whose dick or tits you’ll never touch. Love is how a person makes you feel, and about what you want to do for them, and about making each other happy. And sex is a good way to make people happy. SCREAMING happy, gasping, panting, sweaty, Oh My God happy, if you do it right. If you give me a box to check, sure I’ll say “heterosexual”, because I’ll take a man 9 times out of 10 over a woman, because I like the penis and all the goofiness that is attached to it all the way up to the brain, and because with hetero sex, you get babies and grand babies and you can make the love go a thousand times further than just one little moment of joy.
But just because I’m hetero in my waking life, well… There’s still dream and fantasy, and I don’t apologize for not limiting myself.
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They came right up to me, giggling and smiling and whispers, and even though I didn’t have definite faces for some of them, I still recognized them, that’s the law of the dream. It was Jennifer and Goldilocks and kirstinj from the Ropetalk chat room. They had the air of conspiracy that comes complete with the giggles and the whispers and the trying to be quiet right as you approach the Gullible Fool. I didn’t look around for Gullible Fools, because I’m blonde but not dumb.
Oh, and before I forget- I am dressed in my usual attire, cunningly color coordinated in pink keds, cutoff “Daisy Dukes” jeans, pink crop top, and my hair pulled into a ponytail tied off with a pink bandanna. Just so you can follow the image.
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“Hey, Val,” said Jennifer. “Do you want to help us set up a surprise party?”
“Sure, I’m in.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Okay, hold her, girls.” And Goldi and kirstin took hold of my arms, even though I wasn’t fighting them.
“What are you…? I said I’d help!”
“Oh, and you are. You’re a big help. We knew you’d want to. The surprise is for you. And you’re the surprise.”
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And the scene fast dissolves, the way dreams do, and I’m seeing the scene from outside my point of view,
from my cousin Taryn’s view, in fact, as I am being led down the hall to the
Rope Talk chat room “lobby” which
has furniture and a bar and rafters in the ceiling, and all the things I picture in my mind when I go in to
chat, and people talk about “grabbing a beer and plopping on the couch” or something like it’s a REAL PLACE-
and it is. For some people, it’s more real than their own home. But anyway, Taryn is there, and that’s how I
know how I’m dressed, because suddenly I’m seeing this through her eyes.
I’m led into the room with my hands tied behind my back with another pink bandanna, and I’m cleave gagged with another bandanna, and you can just barely see the hint of a white handkerchief poking out around the edges of my lips. I’m being marched along, and it’s clear that I’m smiling and my eyes are shining, in the company of my happy captors.
“What’s up?” asks Taryn.
“Look what we got!”
“She’s our prisoner!”
“She’s our captive!”
“She’s our hostage!”
“Okay, let’s get the surprise ready.” And I am released for a minute, and just looking at Taryn looking at me. And kirstinj gives me a hugglegrope, which is her patented hullo, and no one does better than she does, and I get all tingly, and then she bends down next to me, and she is tying my ankles together with yet another bandanna, and it seems like in my dreams there is an endless supply, which is not too different from my real life wardrobe, in which I counted 22 in various different sizes and colors (but maybe a few less now that Taryn has moved out).
My ankles are not tied tight enough that I will fall over, but I decide it’s a good thing to not fall over, so I give a little bunny hop pogo over to the couch, and shuffle around, and fall ass-back onto the couch, catching myself with my bound hands. Kirstinj is smiling at my performance and goes to help the others unwrapping something, and I hear a plastic package being torn open, and lots and LOTS of conspiratory giggling.
And a guy wanders by in the chat room, and even though I know the presence is familiar, it’s not someone I remember or recognize by name. And that could be anyone, because even though I recognize a lot of names from seeing the same people in at the same time of day, I really don’t “know” many of them that well. And I feel a little sad, and I need to do better about getting to know people.
Anyway, this guy wanders by, and since it’s the rope talk bondage lobby, he doesn’t see anything unusual about my being tied and gagged on the couch. It seems normal and business as usual, and I REALLY should’ve known it was a dream right then and there, because that’s one of my fondest secret fantasies- is to be able to be myself and play these games anywhere, anytime, and not have people offended or shocked or calling the police or thinking bad about me.
So, this guy wanders by, and just polite and casual, says, “Hey, where’s Loki?” (Or maybe, Hey how’s Loki, whichever).
And it was an innocent question, but it made me bite down on my gag and hot tears come welling up to sting my eyes. Because people don’t know- they just see the surface, and maybe I’m not doing enough as a wife and a woman to let people know the private me. They don’t see the pages and pages of emails and letters I write to him during a day and a week and a month. They don’t see the poetry I write and the notes and the in-jokes and the everything that’s just us and us alone. They didn’t see me a few months ago when I was nude- or naked, because in truth, I was both, and I sang “Put A Little Love In Your Heart” to him and Taryn, just me being me, and what I was wearing or not wearing entirely beside the point. They didn’t see me and Loki, last night dancing and singing to each other, “Tied Up in Battleship Chains- 50 Foot Long with a 2 Ton Anchor!” by the Georgia Satellites, and I was so happy and singing so loud that my eyes glowed.
No, what people see, is me online flirting with other men & women while my husband is in bed in the other room. They don’t know that it’s because his thrashing and snoring sometimes makes it impossible for me to sleep. All they know is that I am sharing parts of myself- INTIMATE parts of myself- with virtual strangers I know only by the internet.
And I couldn’t tell the guy any of this, because I had a gag in my mouth. And I sat there and the tears didn’t fall, they just welled up in my eyes in that way that makes them just burn with the need to cry.
But if I could have talked, I would have said this: Loki is my everything. But he’s not the only man in the world. He has marked me, deep in my heart. He has burned a trail where no one can ever hope to follow, into the deepest part of me. But I am not a deserted island on an uncharted sea. EVERY person that I know and love as a friend has marked me in some way. My heart bears the fingerprints of many people, and my butt has the hand prints of a few. I wear some lipstick stains on my collar, and have more than one name on my brain- not spray painted like graffiti, or tattooed in ink, but signed, like the book of my life.
I am no one’s slave. But I’m “OWNED” by a LOT of people, & I love them all.
And before I got to crying, I looked at Taryn again, and she was looking back at me, sitting tied up and gagged on the couch, about to cry, and just in that moment, I didn’t, because I started to think of her and how wonderful she is and how blessed I am to have her. I love my parents, of course. But it isn’t the same. For kids, parents are the closest we get to knowing God- they are our creators, they shape our lives and determine who we’re going to be. And even when we get older, and realize, hey, they're just human and make mistakes too, and they aren’t perfect people either, it’s still hard to get them down off that pedestal. Some people have parents who make big mistakes and they jump off that pedestal as fast as they can- and then, well, it’s hard to get them back up on the pedestal after that. But either way, it’s hard to get to know your parents as equals, to love them as peers.
So, next to my parents, I love Taryn more than anyone. She’s brilliant smart, and gorgeous beautiful, and shy and responsible, and I try to pull the best parts of her out, and maybe think that’s a good way to live. And if I see parts of myself- little parts- in her, then I have just unbelievable pride. But I respect all the parts of her that she was to begin with, before I tried to “Americanize” her.
Loki, and Taryn, and my parents…all these parts like jigsaws, fitting very specific holes in me. And the people in the Ropetalk chat room? Maybe not as big pieces, but a hole is still a hole, if there’s something missing. Even if it's only dream and fantasy.
Speaking of which, the girls were back…with the surprise, But I was the surprise. Something like that.
“Stand up, Val!” and Goldi and kirstinj were reaching over for me, and helped me up by the arms, get my balance as they pulled me to my bound feet, and I wobbled a little.
“And this is for you!” and Jennifer pulled her hands from behind her back, and she was holding…a vibrator! This is what the rustling of plastic and opening of boxes was- loading in new batteries.
Now, in real life, I’ve been in shops where vibrators were sold. But outside of “back massagers” that were definitely the wrong size and shape, I have never even touched one, let alone owned or used one. Was I curious? YES! VERY! This was on my fantasy list for a long time! But when I got married, I figured I had an “organic” model and I’d never get to try one. No point.
But here it was, and my face said what my voice couldn’t.
“um……………whoa.”
Jennifer was grinning ear to ear and gave the switch a few experimental flicks. “Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.” I was shaking my head, and trying to back up, which made me wobble and sway a little on my bound feet.
“Nm!” I wasn’t scared, in fact I was very excited, but mechanical toys are a little over the line. I couldn’t remember drawing the line, or why I had, or if I even had a reason. But I figured a token protest was in order. Hey, it was my dream.
“Oh, no you don’t, you’re not getting out of this.” And Jennifer took a step forward as the other girls held me by the arms, and Taryn was watching with round eyes and open curiosity, and I don’t know if it was the kind of look you give a car wreck, or something really fascinating on TV.
Jennifer started to unbutton the snaps on my cutoff jeans, and I struggled a little and mmmphed! my protests. She unzipped my jeans, and scooted them down my thighs a little, and peeled down my panties.
Now, not all vibrators are dildos. A Dildo is just a plastic/rubber penis. Vibrators don’t have to be penis shaped, some are normal back massagers and some are shaped like wands or rods or eggs. Not all of them are designed to go inside you. This one was suggestive enough of a penis without being obvious, and it was small like the egg models, compact.
Jennifer saw a small wet spot in my panties from the beginning bondage games- sometimes it doesn’t take much to get me going. She looked down, and looked up at me and arched her eyebrow, and nodded. Then she touched the vibrator to me, and I jumped, and struggled a little more. And she started guiding it up into me, carefully, but deliberately, and I realized that I was a Gullible Fool for this game, because my struggles weren’t making me escape, they were helping drive the vibrator into me- and I somehow instinctively knew what I was doing.
When she had the vibrator buried a good depth in me, and it didn’t take much because it was compact by design, she turned it on, and it sounded like a distant hum from another room- but INSIDE ME, so it seemed to be everywhere at once. And then she pulled my panties back up over it, now with an unfamiliar bulge, like a male “package” in my pants, and then she pulled my cutoff jeans shorts up, and zipped it up, and buttoned it TIGHT, and that just drove home the final distance into my puss- and it wasn’t an alien invader, it was like putting something back where it belonged. When my pants were fastened back, I was all neat and tidy on the outside, but going to chaos on the inside.
I was pushed back, and gave an accidental muffled scream into my gag as I was caught off guard and not ready to fall backwards, but I was caught by the couch. And Jennifer was kneeling down in front of me, with another bandanna, and trying to tie it around my knees, but it wasn’t long enough, so she got a short length of rope, and tied it around and around my knees and thighs, and cinched it TIGHT, keeping my thighs tight together, and trapping the buzzing monster in its new nest.
“See? Just like I told you. It’s a surprise for you, and whoever opens the package, will get a surprise- so you’re the surprise, too!” And she smiled and put a hand on my knee and pushed herself to her feet, giving me a little playful scratch with her fingernails as she got up.
And then they were off to watch from the bar, either wondering about who their next victim was, or who would find me. And they started serving each other drinks, which just made me incredibly thirsty-
Wearing a gag is fine, but if there’s mouth-packing, it tends to absorb all your saliva. And if you’re really active, you’re sweating. And if you’re worked up and horny, you’re also juicing- in short, you can get dehydrated real quick. And seeing them drink suddenly made my mouth Sahara dry.
Taryn sat down next to me on the couch. I turned and looked at her, and I was starting to get a little crazed- the vibe was going to town on me, oblivious to whatever else was happening. And I was a captive to these girls who seemed to want to watch me instead of finish me off. Taryn looked sympathetic, but at a loss of what to do- she knew I loved this kind of thing, because I had begged her to do this very thing to me so many times- except we don’t own a vibrator. So she didn’t know if she should free me or not. She just gave me a sympathetic smile and a helpless little shrug.
I was squirming on the couch, trying to get the vibe into a good position- as if I’d find one, and I was about to start screaming for Taryn to do SOMETHING- having her sitting only a few feet away and just watching was incredibly frustrating. I was about to lean over and maybe rest my head in her lap, when a voice distracted me as a new person approached.
“And how are you lovely ladies this fine evening?” asked Dogger, as he popped the top of his beer and sat between me and Taryn, wrapping a friendly arm around our shoulders.
“I’m good. Val’s a little better.” said Taryn grinning, and got up to go get her own drink.
“Is that so?” asked Dogger, and like any new arrival to the rope talk chat room lobby, he hadn’t been able to see the scene in progress before he arrived. I squirmed a bit, tricky because of all my bindings, and levered myself up a little, and he saw what I was going for and obligingly slid me up onto his lap, which is probably where he wanted me anyway, even if I hadn’t been working up to it.
Now I was sitting on his lap, with his natural “equipment” just under the mechanical one that was still tunneling away at me. My bound hands were against his stomach. I leaned back into him, and kind of purred hullo into my gag, but meanwhile, I was bouncing on the tips of my toes, and squirming and wriggling my ass, grinding back against his crotch. This wasn’t Morse code, it was semaphore! Hey YOU!
Dogger started kissing and nuzzling my neck, happy for the sudden attention. My fingers were working, too, kneading at his stomach muscles through his shirt. And then my fingers started working down, down, and came to a stop at the buckle of his belt. This was much, much harder to do than it sounds, unbuckling a man with my hands tied behind me, while he was nibbling my ears and nuzzling my neck, while a hidden toy was mining for gold deep inside me.
I kept swallowing convulsively, trying to work some moisture into my mouth. I was no longer purring, just moaning in a low, constant, desperate need, and my breath was starting to come out of my nose in gusts and grunts, like I was imitating a deer’s warning signal. And I was grinding right into his pelvis, was this guy made of stone, or what?
“Hey Dogger, could you help us open this jar, please?” called Jennifer from the bar.
“Nnnnmmmmmmppppffffff!!!!” I screamed into the gag.
“Sure thing.” And he slid me off his lap, back onto the couch.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back. I think I’m going to need to get the PM room ready, and I might need some stuff.”
And though he might have planned on coming right back, the girls started flirting with him and distracting him, and I was left to go stark raving mad with a hidden contraption trying to suck my brains out! And aside from the people who put it there, no one knew that I wasn’t just tied up patiently on the couch like normal, but I was being sexually tortured!
I knew I had to get free and take matters- or, at least the vibrator- into my own hands to finish the job. Okay, this was going to be tricky, but I’m actually pretty good at moving around while tied up. All I had to do was get to my feet- I pushed off the couch with my tied hands, leaning forward with my weight, so my momentum would take me to my feet, after which, I just had to regain my balance before falling forward-
But I never got that far. The act of leaning forward to push off, had the side effect of shifting the vibe inside me, so I was leaning onto it. It scraped a friendly “Hullo there!” across my g-spot, and I momentarily saw stars. What the hell was that? I fell back onto the couch, gasping & groaning.
So Dogger wasn’t here? Fine! I started bouncing my bound feet up and down, pounding the floor, bringing me up and down on the couch, trying to do that thing again, writhing around and humping the couch!
“I saw that” Dogger was back. “Trying to escape, huh? Naughty girl!” and just like a Dog, he got down on all 4’s in front of me beside the couch, and he took my foot in his mouth, and he bit my toes thru my sneaker! I was surprised and yelped/mmmffed into the gag, and he gave me a playful doggy tug and let go.
“You know what we do to bad girls in here?” he grinned wickedly, and he sat down on the couch, then reached over and turned my body, and then pulled me across his lap, face down, until my crotch was over his lap, and my ass was facing the ceiling. The vibrator was still going strong, and now how could he NOT feel that my groin was buzzing against him?
“That’s right! They get spanked!” and he gave me a swat. Then another, then another, until he had me squirming and squealing. “Who wants a turn?” he asked the room.
“WE DO!” sang the girls at the bar, and they were by the couch in a flash. Delicate, feminine, long-nailed fingers and hands started raining spanks down on my helpless ass as I buried my face in the couch and howled into my gag, twisting my body this way and that as Dogger held me to keep me from sliding away. But Best/Worst of all, were these last set of hands, one of which spanked me, while the other passed down into the crack between me legs, grabbed a handful of denim, and helped “adjust” the invisible invader in me. Again, stars, and right at the edge of release.
“Now, I’m going to get the room ready. Wait here.” And the spanking hands were gone, and I was tumbled off the lap back onto the couch.
“NNNNMMM! Phum bamm hmmr!” I gurgled, but the meaning was lost. I could feel the tears of frustration starting to spring at the corners of my eyes again.
“Aww, don’t worry Val, it won’t be long now.” Murmured kristinj sympathetically as she gave me a playful hugglegrope. Then she took my face in both of the hands and gave me a kiss on the gag! I tried to respond, and wagged my tongue at her in all the layers of binding cloth. She giggled and let me go as I growled in frustration.
And Sir Red came in. It had been so long since I’d seen him, I wanted so badly to catch up, to tell him all the news that’s been going on in my life since we’d last gotten to talk. But that wasn’t the priority. The priority was getting some ACTION!
“Hey, Val, how’s my girl?” he asked conversationally. He came and sat by me on the couch.
Now I have more true confessions. How many am I up to? I like women, I wish I had a vibrator, I like getting my toes bitten, I like being a plaything…. I guess I have room for one more.
I love Sir Red. I really do. You remember how I said even though I love my parents, it’s hard to relate to
them as equals and love them as peers? Well, Sir Red was like both, wrapped up in one. And I never told him,
though I tried, because, well, for one thing, he only had eyes for my hero and friend Shevette, so I didn’t
want to start any ill-fated triangles there, and for another, well, I was always kind of in awe of him. Yeah.
Big time.
So here was this man I loved and respected, who welcomed me into his Realm and set up my own website for me. This experienced, worldly, sexy man, kind of the Jean Luc Picard of bondage (okay, that was totally stupid, but I am blanking on metaphors here) sitting on the couch next to me. While I’m tied up and helpless and being driven insane by a mechanical reminder that I am female in all its glory and I have certain needs, and I badly didn’t want to talk right then.
“Do you mind if I PM you?” he asked, still all conversation.
Did I mind? Did I mind? That was maybe the best thing he could’ve said EVER. I shook my head at him, wildly, desperately, NO I DON”T MIND.
“Good. Let me help you up.” And he stood up, and put one hand on my arm, and helped me balance as he drew me to my feet, and started leading me over to the PM rooms, keeping one hand on my arm so I didn’t fall as I bunny hopped next to him.
He opened the door, and turned on the lights, and I hop hop hopped right along with him. I could hear the lobby explode into gossipy giggles as the door was pulled shut.
“Here, let me help you the rest of the way,” And he leaned over and put his strong shoulder against my stomach, so when he stood back up, I was hoisted over his shoulder, and my feet swung free on one side, as my head was down on the other side, so I got this great view of my shoelaces swinging merrily like a pendulum.
And his shoulder was right up against my groin, driving my ever present inner alarm clock into my private nook.
He walked over to the bed and acrobatically flipped me onto it, so I bounced among the pillows in a wild rush.
“So tell me what’s…”
“Mm phanmt pfammm, mm’m smmmll mammed, Smr.”
“Oh, right. Here, let me.”
He pulled the gag down across my chin, and I used my tongue to flip out the handkerchief, which had been condensed into a small, wet pack of cloth the size of a ping pong ball.
“Water?”
“Sure.” He held a canteen up to my mouth and I lapped and lapped and lapped. And bondage is like that- being reduced to a simple state where you are dependent on your captor for everything, and grateful for the smallest kindness, and trust them with your life, until they are your whole world. And is it any wonder why I feel so close to the Rope Talk folks?
“Sir, my…” I could almost not say it. What was I about to say to this man, one of my heroes? But the decision was made for me. It wasn’t the Superego in control, it was the ID. It wanted, it needed, and it was in charge. Action NOW!
“it’s easier if I just show you, could you, umm, pull down my pants a little?”
There was this long pause, Like I’d just said something incredibly stupid or incredibly rude, and I wish I had the brain power to figure out which it was, but my world was starting to narrow down to just the hum between my legs- and I DON’T mean the hum from the vibrator!!
He started doing it- he unbuttoned and unzipped me, and scrunched my cutoffs down just a little. He immediately heard the problem (which of course wasn’t a “problem” at all) and he saw my response, leaking out of me and soaking my panties, and making a dark tattle tale spot in the crotch of my jeans.
“Oh, I didn’t know- I interrupted you in a scene in progress. You didn’t have to come in here with me if you were playing, Val. I appreciate it, but I understand. I can catch up to you another night. It’s okay….”
“Sir, Sir Red, I…wanted to come in here. Into the PM room. With you.” I felt incredibly small and helpless, and what was he thinking of me right that minute?
“Val, I…”
“Please, Sir?” I could feel myself tearing up, and couldn’t stop- I was leaking fluids out of both ends. I squirmed in my bonds, tugging at the bandannas wrapping me like a gift…a little too hard, I felt the one at my wrists coming loose, and I tried not to notice- didn’t want to escape, not now…. Sir Red hadn’t said anything, and I didn’t know what to say, I felt like a school girl with a crush, my cheeks were flaming red in a burning blush. I couldn’t tell him that I thought he was sexy, that I found his beard just so….I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together thinking of whisker burn in intimate areas, the tickling of the beard, brushing along my….
“Val, it might be in the future, we need to talk about that, but it’s not the night. This isn’t something you can spring on me last minute. We need to talk. Soon. But for right now, someone’s looking for you, and even if this is what you want, it isn’t fair to them. Fair’s fair, I have to give you back.”
“But! I…”
And he stopped me from making a total fool of myself, still the Gullible Fool in this scene, by putting his hand over my mouth to shush me. “We’ll talk soon.” And he tossed away the damp ball of cloth that had been in my mouth and pulled a fresh one from his pocket. He folded it and softly put it up to my lips. I willingly opened my mouth and let him fold it inside. He moved the bandanna still hanging around my chin and snugged it back up over my mouth. Then he took something from the nightstand by the bed- an ace bandage- and started unrolling it. Then with great care, he methodically began wrapping it around my head, over and over, until under my nose to the tip of my chin was completely mummified. With each pass, he smoothed it down, stroking my hair, now damp with sweat, in a tender caress.
“I remember you like really effective gags, you like layers.”
He just sat with me for a long while, and his eyes were twinkling- or was it glistening? And he just stroked me, patted me- not sexual, just almost sensual, just very comfortable, like you would with your favorite pet, just over and over. I was just thrilled under his touch, it was electric.
After a while, he said in a low, distant voice, “Let’s get you back.” And he swung my legs out over the bed and helped me sit up, then stand, and started to move me back to the lobby door.
“Mrfffurmmn!” I startled, and he noticed my pants were still undone.
“Oh, right.” And he started to pull my pants up, and then saw that I had come “loose” and with his hand, nudged Ol’ Faithful back up into place so he could get my pants up. And just like dropping a stone in a pond- I gushed. The vibe slid into home with no problem, and my vision went all stars and stripes for a second again, I moaned into my thick gag, and was only barely conscious of Sir Red making me neat and tidy again. But it hardly mattered if anyone couldn’t see the vibrator now, because my jeans were dark wet, and I was moaning so loud I was drowning out the vibrator. He opened the door, and I bunny hopped out.
“Val!”
“Hey, Val!
“Val! Hugs!”
“Hugglegropes!”
Dogger came forward. “There you are, I was starting to worry you’d been kicked off or something. Did she give you any lip, Sir Red? I see you had to tighten her gag.”
Sir Red smiled gently and said, “She gave me quite an earful all right.” And he gave me a kiss on the gag, not quite as fun as kirstinj’s but it was the thought that counts.
“I turn her back over. Is there a reward?”
“I think that’s more Ransom Of Redchief, Sir Red- we have to pay you to take her, not to turn her in!”
“Well, I won’t keep you, you should get her into PM right away.”
“Hey Val.” It was Snowman! I didn’t know what to say, and couldn’t if I’d wanted to! I wanted to go to him, I wanted to go with Dogger, I wanted to stay with Sir Red, I wanted hugglegropes from kirstinj, I wanted to be dominated by Mistress Jennifer and tortured by Villain, and I wanted Taryn to pull down my pants and finish me right here, and I wanted them all to go away, and just be in Loki’s arms forever and ever, and I wanted to be tied up and watching football on the couch with my dad, and I wanted to get some bondage revenge on some of the cheerleaders in my high school, and a playful round or two with Loki’s ex-girlfriends doesn’t sound bad either, and ……….
I was aware that I was going weak in the knees, I was fainting. Snowman caught me easily, standing right next to me. My eyelids fluttered.
“Val, it’s okay. It’s not a competition. Don’t overload.”
I felt strong arms lifting me up, and I was carried through the room, and could hear giggles and feel fingers glide along my body as I went past. I was taken into PM, and my hands slipped free of the binding bandanna- I forgot I was holding it. I was laid across a bed, and my eyes fluttered open again as Dogger was spreading me out. My puss was throbbing, I couldn’t take much more.
“MMMMMMHPHRRPF Fmmk MM!!!” I moaned incoherently into my layer gag.
“Hey, how’d you get free?”
I reached down and started unbuttoning my soaking jeans, unzipped and scrunched them down as far as I could with my thighs bound together, and I was rubbing them back and forth like a cricket trying to make music.
“No fair starting without me!’ Dogger said as he grabbed my hands as I had my fingers hooked into my panties. But then he was FINALLY able to hear the buzzing of the vibrator, jangling inside me, dancing on everyone one of my nerves.
“Well that explains some cryptic comments I overheard in the lobby about buried treasures.” He smiled broadly. He peeled my soaked panties away from my crotch like a heavy onion skin, and eased the vibe out of me.
“PHMMMEEESE….PHMMMKK MMME!”
He started reaching for the knots holding my legs and ankles prisoner.
“NNNMMMWWWW!!!”
“Well, aren’t we insistent.” He looked down at me, with urgent need shining in my eyes like an SOS beacon. He held up a finger.
“This little piggy went to market.” He slid into my slippery nest.
“This little piggy stayed home.” He added a second finger, right at my love trigger.
“This little piggy had roast Val.” He added another finger.
“This little piggy had Val, too.” He added another finger, probing, right inside me, in my hidden, private nook.
“And this little piggy went….Wheeeee!!!!” he was fisting me. I was rolling around, writhing and stretching, my free hands flailing for any handhold anywhere, my body like an enormous hand puppet, dancing to his tune. I lost all sense of self. I just humped his hand like a rodeo bull, trying to work him into me as far as I could stand. I was slapping the bed with my hand, pounding with my fist, SCREAMING into my gag so much that it would’ve scared anyone. I was being taken apart…and put back together again. After the torture of the vibrator, squirming at The City of The EDGE OF FOREVER…I FINALLY got …a torturous release.
I don’t know if I passed out, damn it felt like it. I came to, sucking in air thru my nose, trying to get oxygen. I was dehydrated again, gushing, leaking, sweating, crying out every fluid I had for him. He was untying my knee ropes holding my thighs captive.
I hoped for a release, some water, maybe, please, but he took the rope and was tying my hands again, together, at the wrists in front of me. I was too weak to put up any kind of struggle at all.
With my thighs freed, he cut away the soggy, molten mess that was my panties, and delicately picked them up, holding an edge by two fingers. He passed them in front of my face, so I could get a whiff, smell the raw, heated sex, the naked scent of my need and desire filled the room. I could see how much of me had leaked into them. He cast them aside, and then worked my Daisy Dukes cutoffs down over my hips, sliding down my greased thighs, down my knees, where they became entangled with the bandanna holding my feet hostage. I wiggled my feet at him, still with the bite mark he left in my sneaker earlier where me nibbled my toes through my pink keds.
He didn’t untie my ankles. He left my shorts tangled round my ankles, as he climbed atop me and began forcing my legs apart. As far as they could go, but my bound ankles made it a tight squeeze, and I think he was okay with that. The earlier activity had definitely paved the way, so to speak. He made eye contact, just looked deep into my eyes, looked deep into ME, saw everything that I was, I put my bound hands up to his chest and combed his chest hair with my fingers. I muffled my deepest secrets to him- the words were lost in the gag, but he could see their meaning in my eyes.
He slid into me, and we ROCKED the bed, if not the whole room, if not the entire world wide web. He exploded into me, and again, I lost my mind, my sense of self was lost and fractured and became a thousand friendly faces, each one I loved in one way or another. I sucked him into me greedily, and squeezed for every drop, to replace all that I had lost. When the 4th of July burnt out, and the room took shape again, he fell to the side, spent.
“You sure know how to show a man a good time, darling. And I wanted to say, I know you can have your pick of anyone in the lobby. And thank you for choosing me, at least for tonight. I’m proud to have you as a friend, and I don’t think anyone in the lobby feels differently, but I just wanted to say it. I love you.”
I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair, stroked his face. Tears flowed freely, even when I thought I had nothing more left to give. I couldn’t help it. And he leaned in and kissed the tears away. I shifted, feeling the bonds at my ankles, feeling the white heat of my skin start to fade, my heart beat returning to normal, I could feel the breeze from the ceiling fan start to chill the sweat on my skin.
Dogger rolled off the bed and stood up, taking a minute to steady himself. HA! He still had bone structure! I was just a big puddle of goo, just molten, naked slave need, nothing left but to get a bucket.
Dogger reached out and began to scoop me up, rolling my legs off the bed, so my knees were on the floor, but my waist was up on the bed. Ass in the air, I was afraid I was open for another spanking. I moaned.
“Your friend Snowman was wrong, though. It is a competition. Not about who you love most or a race to see who can get you to PM first, no one wins a contest like that. No, it’s a plain ol’ fashioned test of who is the smartest, most devious villain around? I think I win this one. Let me explain.
“Well, you see, I could let you go right now- and you could go back out into the lobby, and there’s a dozen people out there who want private sessions with you now. But, honestly Val, you’re in no shape for that. You’re toast. But that doesn’t matter to you, does it? You’ll always put your friends ahead of yourself. Well, that’s an admirable trait, but if you don’t take care of yourself, there won’t be anything left to give everyone else, right? This staying up all night every night playing is like burning a candle at both ends. Someone needs to look out for you. I think it’s called an intervention. Me, I just call it kidn*pping, because I like the sound of it. But trust me, it’s for your own good. You need the rest.
“Now, I’ve figured out how to get you out of the room without all your fans clamoring for your attention and keeping you here another 2 hours, maybe even roping you into yet another sexual adventure. But the question is, would you go along with it? I think you’d escape if I gave you half a chance, just because you like being feisty, or like being difficult, or don’t like being told what to do, or like being a pain in the ass. That’s what makes you such a great bondagette, by the way.
“So I think what I need is to keep you distracted just long enough to get you out of harm’s way. So just trust me on this. I would never do anything you didn’t secretly want me to do, and you’re gagged well enough that you can’t protest or shout for help or something stupid like that. Remember, this is for your own good. God, I love being evil for noble reasons! It’s the best of both worlds!”
By this time, I had started to come around, and catch on to what he was up to, but I was mesmerized by his words, plus still a little weak from the session. By the time I could’ve done something, he was ready for me, and I couldn’t take him by surprise, and that was the only way I could’ve escaped, bound the way I was.
He put one hand on my lower back, holding me firm, pressing me into the bed a little, like he was expecting me to just burst my bonds and high-tail it outta there. That was a little weird, because he knows I like playing- he could’ve just told me what he wanted to do.
And with the hand that wasn’t holding me, he picked something up. And I felt something warm, and wet, and hard, right at the crack of my ass. It was small….it was,…OH MY F***ING GOD, you have GOT to be KIDDING- it was the vibrator!! He pushed it at my ass cheeks, parting, please tell me this is a joke! It was right there at the puckered rim of my ass hole.
I don’t do anal! That hole is exit only! I have never taken anything….
And he worked it into my ass, stretching me wide open. I felt like I was being torn apart, but that was more the shock and surprise than it was pain. And just when he got it lodged…he flipped on the switch. The vibrator hummed back to life, singing and purring and doing its horny little dance right in the crack of my ass!!!!
Needless to say, 3 seconds after the shock and stunning surprise of what was going on, I was SCREAMING bloody murder into my gag, and thrashing and kicking like a bronco!!
“Yeah, I thought you’d say that. Val, you’re a submissive. Some people ask for what they want, others want to be taken and told.” And he quickly, expertly, lifted the sodden Daisy Dukes off my ankles, pulled them back up my legs, and snugged them securely in place, trapping the buzzing offender in my back passage! He rolled me over onto the bed, so my own body weight was driving it home, and hurriedly zipped and buttoned my soaking wet pants back onto me.
“That should hold you. I don’t think you’ll be able to concentrate on escape with that little distraction going.” And he found more ropes and whips and chains and wrapped them around my legs and arms, as I was writhing and gyrating and thrashing, and he dumped me, in Harry Houdini head-to-toe bondage- into a dog kennel, fastened the latch, and I felt myself being wheeled around- it was a service cart on wheels! The table cloth was pulled down, and I was disguised as a room service cart!
The door to the Lobby opened, and I was wheeled out.
“Sorry, folks, but Val went out the ‘back way’. You’ll see her again. I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants to play. I just got lucky tonight. VERY lucky.” And I was wheeled away. I tried to call someone to help me, but the vibrator was getting good at nudging me toward that final oblivion…I could feel myself getting close again, the helplessness, captivity, frustration, and all my screams for help were nothing more that helpless mews for climax.
I hope Dogger had another one left in him.
Or that he was taking me to a Master that did have plans for
A helpless, kidn*pped, willing, horny submissive.
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But Then I Woke Up.
