We’d been to the Dungeon a few times. I’d been surprised by how much I got off on watching others play. Voyeurism and Exhibitionism were not so far from each other… cause I had the sneaking suspicion I wanted to be seen.
We practiced a few things at the house, first. It was going to be different once we got to the Dungeon, so it was important to make sure we were on the same page about everything I asked him to do.
I loved Jason. We’d been together now for three years, and I trusted him with my life. We went over what was, and was not okay. He knew where my boundaries were… even if I was asking him to push them, and push hard.
We got to the Dungeon. I brought a duffel bag with my favorite blanket and a fresh set of comfy clothes, for aftercare. I was volunteering to do something scary. I couldn’t wait!
We walked through the halls, looking at open play areas. We found a Bondage Horse, a sturdy triangle frame piece of furniture in cherry red upholstery. I felt a rush of heat go through me the second I looked at it.
I looked at Jason and smiled. “We have a winner.”
That night, I wore a light blue gingham dress, and yellow bra and panties underneath.
I wanted to do something hardcore, that night. Almost no limits. I went over what I wanted and agreed to, with Jason. He kissed me on the temple. “Remember your safe word.”
I nodded. “Redwood.”
He put down a medical grade sterile napkin down— a regular sight at the Dungeon. He reached into the duffel bag and pulled out padded restraints. Shackles. He pulled off my shoes, and bound my ankles in the straps.
“You won’t need those. You’re not going anywhere, slut.”
I gasped. “You know what you are? Huh?” he said, poking me. “You’re just a dirty little whore. Aren’t you.”
I was startled. He was playing his role so well… “I asked you a question, tramp.”
I jumped in shock. Bound to the horse, I didn’t get very far. “I-I’m a slut. I’m just a little slut.”
He nodded, and circled the horse. He came around to my front, and looked me in the eyes. “That’s right. And little sluts don’t get to have nice things.” He tugged at the sleeve of my dress. “Nice things like that dress. Take it off.”
There we go. We were off, now. My hands were already shaking. Oh, jeez. I unbuttoned the top white button on my dress, then the second. Then the third. I kept going, and Jason circled the horse again. The dress fell open, little by little, and more of my brown skin peeked out.
We were starting to get an audience, now. People were walking up in ones and twos, watching. I could feel their eyes on me. It was intoxicating.
I’d handed my power over to Jason. I could take it back any time I wanted, all I had to say was ‘Redwood’ and the scene would be over. I forced myself to remember that, as I undid the last button on my dress. It fell all the way open. The fabric was a little stiff, but it hung open now, on either side of me. Jason grabbed it by the shoulders and tore it off me.
He threw it onto the ground. “Good start, whore. Good start.”
He walked around behind me, and smacked my ass. Whap. I gasped. “Oh!”
“You’re nothing but a plaything. Nothing but a fuck toy now. Get used to it, slut.”
I broke out in goosebumps. He slipped his hand into my hair, and made a fist. “You got something to say, tramp?”
I shook my head ‘no’. “N-no!”
He bared his teeth in a frown. “No what.”
“No sir! No sir!”
My eyes flashed down his body. Jason was wearing a crisp white shirt, and black trousers. He was getting hard. I could tell.
He let go of my hair. He got out a second pair of leather cuffs, and bound my wrists.
We had a real audience, now. There had to be at least a dozen people watching us. He smacked my ass again. Whap. I cried out. “Aaahh!!” God that felt good.
I was almost down on all fours. He ran his fingers up my back. Ohh, god. This was going to be hard…
He tugged hard on the shoulder straps of my bra. “No!” I cried. He looked me in the eye for a moment. He waited to see if I was actually wanting to stop. He waited to see if I was gonna use my safe word. I shut my mouth and shook my head ‘no’.
He tugged harder on my bra straps, and they fell off my shoulders. The cups of my bra tugged down a few inches, and my breasts spilled out of the fabric. My nipples were hard. I jiggled and trembled with excitement. Oh god. Oh god. I was exposed. They could see me!!
I grunted and struggled, bound to the horse. My breasts hung in the naked air. I had to stop myself from hyperventilating. Oh god. Oh god. They could all see me.
This was what set me off. I was so afraid of being laughed at, or judged. I was a woman, I was an adult, I’d been taught that you didn’t share your naked body with just anybody. It wasn’t decent. And here I was, strapped to the horse, and my boyfriend was tearing my clothes off. They could see my tits. They could see my nipples. I was afraid. I was instinctively afraid… and it was turning me on.
I looked around at our voyeurs. Their eyes were glued to my tits. Instinctively, I pressed myself down, hard, onto the hobby horse. I felt something on my back. Jason was undoing the clasp of my bra. The fabric fell off my body and sat around my wrists.
Jason grabbed the back of my neck. He didn’t squeeze— just hard enough to get a grip. He pulled me up. I was breathing hard, and starting to panic. They could all see me.
“What are you doing, slut? Trying to cover up? That’s not allowed.”
Jason pinched my nipples. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them, hard. Fuck was I getting wet. Part of me had been craving this, and that part was getting aaaaaall the attention it could stand, now.
He kept playing with my breasts, manhandling me. “You like that, don’t you whore.” It wasn’t a question. He let go. My nipples were sore.
I was still breathing hard, and felt really hot even in the cool air. Oh, jeez. He went around back behind me, and grabbed the waistline of my panties.
“I almost forgot,” he added. Oh no. Oh, fuck yes.
Without another word, he tore my panties down, far as they would go. That was it. I was completely naked. He’d stripped me down to nothing.
What was he doing? He gave the audience a ‘come here’ gesture, and they got up from their seats. They circled me. They fucking circled me on the horse.
They were peering at me, now. Getting close enough to breathe on me. Staring at my tits, gazing at my nipples. I squirmed on the spot. Oh jesus, was I wet. I could feel them, staring at my pussy. I was trembling, now. Trembling at the raw humiliation.
Jason lifted my ass, presenting my pussy to the audience. They could see everything.
He rubbed my folds with his bare hand. He pressed on my pussy, and slipped my folds apart. Oh god. Oh god. Oh, fuck. More. Do more.
He ran his thumb up and down my lips. I was so fucking wet! “MMnnnnn…”
A moan slipped out of me. I couldn’t help it. Oh god.
“She’s wet. Can you believe that? This little slut’s getting off on it.”
Jason took a blindfold out of the duffel bag. Oh god. Oh god. Could I do this? Could I let him do this to me?
I was hyperventilating now. I could still back out any time I wanted. I could say ‘Redwood’ any time I wanted. None of them were going to touch me. None of them but him…
He slipped the blindfold over my eyes, and tied a knot behind my head. Oh, jesus. I was trapped now. Strapped to the horse, practically down on all fours, and completely at his mercy.
Jason stroked my cheek… then he smacked my ass. Hard. WHAP. “Uuuunnnn!”
He squeezed my breasts again, pinching me. I knew his hands, I knew what they felt like. He ran his hand over my side, my back, my ass. “Look at that slut. Look at this little tramp. Can you believe her?”
I heard more rustling in the duffel bag. I heard him take out something. I had a good idea what it was. There was a snap. Some kind of contai
He grabbed my ass, and squeezed. Then he pulled my cheek to the side. Oh shit.
He’d lubed up a butt plug, and pushed it between my cheeks. I cried out.
“Listen to that slut! She loves it.” I felt his breath on his cheek. He’d gotten closer. “Don’t you, tramp?”
Jesus. Ok. Ok. I could handle this. I could. I could say ‘Redwood’ any time I wanted…
He smacked my ass, and my anus clenched around the plug. I groaned. He waited. The second started to relax, he smacked my ass again. Uuuuuuuun.
He pushed down on my back, forcing my ass higher into the air. I whimpered. Complete strangers could see every inch of my pussy. I bit my lip. I was breaking out in a sweat, now. I didn’t know how much more I could take…
I heard a familiar buzz. He’d brought out the vibrator! We had a special toy, a vibrator with an attached control: a dial to change the intensity. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
He brushed the vibrator up and down my lips, and I gritted my teeth. Oh fuck. He wasn’t going to—
He penetrated me with the vibrator. I screamed. Oh god. I felt like an oyster with its shell pried open. All tender, and raw, and helpless…
The vibrations didn’t stop. They just kept on humming between my hips. Jason’s hand slid up and down my back. His hands ran over my breasts. I was trembling. I was quivering. He pulled hard on my hair, lifting my head up.
Wait— if he was in front of me, then who was controlling the vibrator??
Somebody turned the dial up. The buzzing inside my pussy intensified. NNNnnnguh!
“You like that, don’t you, whore.” I bucked against the restraints. My reflexes were trying to tear me off the bondage horse, but I was still strapped down.
Oh god.
“How long do you think this little slut is gonna last?”
The vibrator turned back down, and I slowed down my breath. I was so torn. Half of me wanted to run away and hide and never see the light of day again. The other half wanted to be picked apart like sushi and licked all over.
The vibrator turned up, again. I moaned, long and low. Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck. I was close. I was close to coming. These strangers were gonna make me come.
I felt Jason’s breath on my cheek. “Are you really gonna lose it in front of all these people, slut? Are you really gonna pop?”
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. The trembling inside me got worse.
“Hey look, everybody! Look at the little whore! I think she’s gonna cum!”
They’re all staring at me, they’re all staring at me, they’re all staring at me, oh fuck oh FUCK OH—
I was a trembling mess, when I came. The vibrator was still deep inside my pussy, and I felt my juices run right over it. I squirted, then. Hard. I buckled a few times. I was a sloppy, sweaty mess.
The orgasm felt like it spilled right out of me, all over. I had completely lost control in front of all these strangers. They’d seen me cum. They’d seen me cum. They’d seen me cum and there was nothing I could do about it.
The vibrator kept on humming, and slipped out of my body. Oh jesus.
“Look at that mess! She’s just a fuck toy, isn’t she. What a slut.”
I felt Jason’s hand on my ass, again. He wasn’t rough this time. But he did slide the vibrator back between my lips. Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhnn…
Oh god yes. Oh god, yes. Oh GOD YES.
“Let’s see what else I can do with this slut!”
I heard Jason in front of me, now. I heard a zipper, sliding down. His hand took my jaw, and pulled my mouth open. I heard his belt rattle as he unfastened it. I heard the fabric of his pants, sliding down his thighs.
Jason plunged his cock into my mouth. I moaned. Every hole I had was stuffed, now. I couldn’t do more than grunt.
Before he gagged me, Jason pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Well, slut? Got anything to say?”
He’d given me another out. I could say ‘Redwood’ and this would all be over. I just held my head up to where I thought he was standing. “N-no. No sir.”
Without another word, he pushed his cock into my mouth, again. Yes. Use me. Fucking use me. I’m your toy.
The buzzing in my pussy intensified. Someone had turned the dial again. Ffffffuck!
Jason put his hand in my hair again. He held my head up, while he fucked my mouth.
“God this bitch feels amazing.” He slowly pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, over and over. I had an oral fixation, I couldn’t help it.
I wanted him to stuff me. Fucking stuff me. I was trembling again. I was getting close to coming again, and I think he was too.
Disgrace me. Humiliate me, baby. Fucking trash me.
He kept on sliding his cock back and forth, across my tongue. I felt his hand shudder. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and grunted.
His warm cum splashed on my face. I felt it splatter across my cheek, and run down my jaw. He pressed the tip of his cock against my cheek, as the last spurt of cum left him.
I lost it.
I shuddered with every muscle in my body, and I came. The objectification, the shame, the restraints, the cum on my face, the vibrator all the way up my pussy— my brain shut off.
I went hard and taut, strapped to the bondage horse, and screamed. I came. I felt blasted out of my body. Weightless. I didn’t feel anything but the white hot explosions going on inside me. Hot, juicy pleasure flooded my brain, and dripped out my pussy.
I went limp. I went completely limp.
I started to catch my breath. Jason pulled the vibrator out of me, and the butt plug. He wiped his cum off my face with a warm, wet towel. He unshackled my wrists, then my ankles.
Trembling, I brought my hands up and pulled the blindfold off. I looked around at the people who’d watched it all happen. I was shaking like a leaf. Jason wrapped me in my favorite blanket, and helped me off the horse. I lay down on a bench, going fetal.
He wiped down the bondage horse. Twice. The sterile napkins on the horse had caught everything, but better safe than sorry.
When he was done, Jason came to me, and picked me up. He walked me to the aftercare alcove, just a little room with three walls and a bed. He lay me down in the bed, and cuddled me. He hugged me tight, but not too tight. He made soothing noises, and kissed my temple.
He put his mouth next to my ear. “Was that good, baby? Was that what you wanted?”
I nodded. I snuggled into him, tighter. “That was perfect.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Humiliated at the Station
I lay back in bed, exhilarated. I’d just finished getting myself off with my vibrator. I felt wonderful. My brain was floating on a sea of happy chemicals. 100 percent natural… Mmm. The door to the apartment open and shut. Oh, fuck.
I wasn’t supposed to get myself off! Not without James’ permission. Shit. I got up off the bed, and started pulling up my panties, when James walked into the bedroom.
“Jessica?” He took one look at me, and I knew I was busted. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
My cheeks were flushed, and the vibrator was on the bed… still going. I reached out and turned it off.
“Did you come without me?” he asked, angry. It was one of our no-nos. We had a strong relationship with all sorts of rules. Having him in control was such a turn on, it was worth it to play his submissive.
“Sorry, sir.” I said, bowing my head.
“You think sorry is gonna cut it? You broke the rules. A big one.”
I took a step toward him. “I-I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“You’re not getting off scot-free, for this. And this isn’t the first rule you broke this week, either.”
I bit my finger. “What… what are you going to do?” I asked. I was breathing hard again. He could be so forceful.
“Oh, no,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s not what I’m gonna do. It’s what you’re going to do.”
He stripped me naked, after that. He took out a pair of crotchless panties, and told me to put them on. I slipped a pair of black pantyhose up over them— after he’d cut the crotch out of them, too.
I stood there, half-naked, waiting for him to tell me what to do. It didn’t matter that we were married. I didn’t like being undressed, with the lights on. I felt ashamed of my body. It wasn’t a bad body, but my breasts were tiny. I was almost completely flat-chested.
I knew in my head that there was nothing wrong with being flat. James told me repeatedly that I was the sexiest woman he’d ever had, and he did marry me, after all. But a strict upbringing had made me cringe at being topless, for any amount of time, especially in the middle of the day.
My nipples were hard. I liked and hated feeling exposed like that. By reflex, I covered myself up, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Hands down,” James insisted. He stood there, with his hands on his hips. A shiver went through me.
I slowly put my arms down, and took a breath. I closed my eyes.
“Open your eyes. You look at me, when I’m talking to you.” I did what he said. I felt his eyes on me.
He pinched my breast. He squeezed me hard. I drew a sharp breath. I didn’t cry out. He let go of my skin. My nipples were puffy and pink. I blushed.
He rummaged in the closet, and pulled out a flimsy white cotton shirt… with a huge slit down the middle, that ran almost the complete length of the shirt itself.
“Put it on,” he said, handing it to me. I put it on, putting the slit down my back. “No. Turn it around.”
Oh god. I pulled it off and flipped it over, so the slit in the fabric ran between my breasts. There was a long vertical window, showing my chest and my flat, smooth stomach. It wasn’t actually too bad a problem, I thought… If I tucked it into my waistband, I could keep it tight enough that it wouldn’t fly open.
He gave me a denim miniskirt. I pulled it up, and started tucking in the shirt.
“No. Leave it loose.” I blinked. He wanted to go out, dressed like this? He handed me a jacket. “Don’t you dare close it, either.”
We left the apartment. I wore black heels, the crotchless panties and pantyhose, the miniskirt, the jacket, and that flimsy white tee. I felt a strong breeze was going to come up and make me flash half the neighborhood.
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