A Risky Return To Sin City

A Risky Return to Sin City

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Warning: Please note that this is

NOT

a fictional story and as such may be disturbing to some readers. It is a true memoir of what was done to me over the course of a weekend in Las Vegas in September of 2024. Writing this document and publishing it are the requirements of my Dominant.

This is my third such journal. Note that I voluntarily placed myself in the situation that allowed all the events to play out, guided by a previously agreed and signed servitude contract. Based on what ultimately occurred, I am highlighting the following original contract language that proved to be most damming to me:

'Section 15.18 The Submissive agrees to service or be sexually used by any person or persons of the Dominant's choosing. Such encounters may include participation of multiple people at a time if that so pleases the Dominant. The Submissive will be bound, restrained and blindfolded during these encounters and this is by the Submissive's expressed request and consent.

The Submissive explicitly grants his permission to be sexually used and abused by those individuals invited by the Dominant to take part in the activities with the Submissive, and furthermore, the Submissive grants his permission for those individuals to complete such acts on the Submissive while the Submissive is bound, restrained and/or blindfolded.

Furthermore, the Submissive acknowledges that under these bondage conditions he may not be aware that he is about to be used by others and grants them permission to proceed with their engagement with the Submissive, whatever it may be, without notification. The participants shall abide by the limits of Appendix 2 and the safety/health edicts of this document.

Permission is also granted to these participants to engage with the Submissive in any of the activities listed in the Appendix 2 Acceptable Activities/Soft Limits list. The identities of the individuals engaging with the Submissive need not be revealed to him. The Dominant will retain the knowledge of who participated if later health notifications need to be made. The participants will not reveal to others the identity of the Submissive.'

This would be my second encounter with this Dominant, who I am to call DR. D, and his friends. As such, I knew I would likely be treated severely before I agreed to take part, but like an addiction, I couldn't help myself and said yes. You can choose to believe this is all made up. I get it as even I couldn't have imagined beforehand that I'd be subjected to some of the things that were ultimately done to me, but I did live it.

The bonds that held me fast so I couldn't resist, the punishments that caused both pain and suffering and my disgust from the constant sexual use by other men still sticks with me. All of which were consensually permitted per the terms of the servitude contract I signed. DR. D and his friends stretched those contract boundaries to their limits; far beyond what my original basic intent and desires were trying to capture when constructing it with Sir Michael back in 2023.

Chapter 1: Security Traded Away for Access, a Contract Revision

Since I was young, I have been obsessed with bondage. I have fantasies that run the spectrum of me engaging with bound women to myself being tied or restrained by others. Faithfully married and straight, deeply in love with a wife that isn't into bondage, let alone BDSM, I had no outlet for fulfilling my fantasies with her, or myself, and certainly not with other women. As an escape, I've dabbled in private self-bondage and watching bondage and BDSM videos online. It helps, but there is nothing like the real thing.

My best friend, who I have known since college, and who happens to be gay, was aware of my desires and situation. Through ongoing conversations together, we hatched a plan to try to satisfy my needs. I would visit him for a vacation; where he would take on the role of Sir Michael and I would be his sub. We had fun creating a subservient contract.

And with that document in hand, I went for a week back in 2023 to his home in San Diego, where Sir Michael, along with some of his gay friends, securely bound me to various pieces of adult furniture with leather cuffs, chains, and ropes. With me then blindfolded and sometimes gagged, they sexually used and abused me for the week. The long, detailed and sometimes unsettling narrative is all captured in my first journal

'Eight Days in a Binding Contract'

.

Within the year we ended up meeting again, this time at the home of his friend. Unlike Sir Michael, this gentleman is a real practicing Dominant who with his submissive mate has a substantial dungeon in their palatial Las Vegas home. This long weekend became a captivating, yet extremely challenging bondage and torture filled time for me; well-exceeding what was done to me in San Diego.

The owner, known to me now as DR. D, along with numerous other practicing dominants and their submissives used me as their source of entertainment. I was required again to write about what was done to me which became my second journal '

Vegas Twelve to One: Daunting Odds'

. It also is a long, but exhilarating read into the real experiences I endured as a bound and abused submissive.

At both encounters, other than Sir Michael, the participants' identities remained anonymous to me. A safety feature for all of us and part of my fantasy. However, the second experience created an unusual connection between DR. D and me. Despite not even knowing each other's real names and where we lived, we began to communicate, first by messaging and then by phone, initially always through Sir Michael.

Although the visit to his Vegas dungeon was a very trying experience, I wanted to again be bound and used by DR. D and his friends, and he likewise wanted me to return. In my other journals I tried to explain how this subservient role fulfills a counter to my normally strong Type A personality, but I still don't fully understand it myself. I just know it has provided me with both mental relief and sexual gratification.

So, we discussed another visit. The primary stumbling block was Sir Michael. He wasn't overly interested in again 'roleplaying' as my 'Dominant' as it didn't excite him like it did me. What he had been doing was because of our friendship, not because he got off from it and twice was enough for him. Privately Sir Michael and DR. D discussed a possible solution. Their answer was to modify the contract by adding a rental clause where the submissive, me, could be rented to another Dominant, in this case DR. D. In their eyes, not mine, all three of us would be winners.

They came to me with the following proposed contract changes:

Stike the first sentence of Section 15.10, being 'The Dominant shall not loan his Submissive to another Dominant outside of his direct control.' And replace it with: 'The Dominant may at his sole discretion, rent his rights, privileges, responsibilities, and controls provided for within this contract to another Dominant of his choosing. Upon paying the rental fee, complete transfer of power and authority over the submissive shall occur and the submissive shall become bonded into servitude to the purchaser for the duration of the rental period. The ownership of the submissive returns to the original Dominant upon the conclusion of the rental period.

The Renter cannot resell the contract to a third party. The Renter agrees to abide by all the provisions of the contract between the Dominant and the submissive. The submissive shall serve and treat the new Dominant during the rental period in the same manner and respect as he is required to serve the original Dominant, and agrees to comply with all rules, terms, conditions, requirements, permissions, acceptable uses, activities and service provisions provided in this contract. Failure of the submissive to serve in a suitable manner shall result in appropriate punishment until the behavior is modified to the satisfaction of the new Dominant.

The basic submissive protections listed in fundamental terms set out in Clauses 2-5 will apply. The Dominant may direct the Submissive while under his supervision to service or be sexually used by another Dominant or other invited guest(s)/friend(s) of the Dominant's choosing within the limits of Appendix 2 and the safety/health edicts of this document. The Submissive shall treat any invited guest in the same manner he is required to serve the Dominant; obeying any order, performing every task, and accepting any discipline or torture the guest wishes to deliver and shall do so without hesitation or argument as long as these actions pleases the Dominant.'

Needless to say, initially I was not keen on this proposed change. My sense of safety I held knowing my 'Dominant' was a trusted long term best friend would be lost. I was being placed in the hands of a relative stranger who was a real well-practiced BDSM Dominant. We had gotten to know each other during my visit to his home and through our recent conversations, where he had proved to be someone to be trusted, but this was still risky.

The two of them eventually wore me down and convinced me that this idea was a good one for all of us. And on the strength of my relationship with Mike, who assured me my real safety would be maintained, combined with my stupid uncontrolled urges to be bound and then used for real, I relented and agreed. We made the changes, and I signed the modified document electronically.

Chapter 2: An Unforgettable Tour of Vegas

As an aside, my wife has been on sabbatical from her teaching position since the end of the past school year to enable her to complete her chemistry doctorate. As part of her studies, during the Fall of 2024 she would be in Europe, attending a well-known university for a semester as a visiting researcher, conducting experiments to support her doctorate thesis.

This coincided with DR. D and Sir Michael coming to rental terms resulting in me being leased to DR. D from Friday September 6 to Sunday September 8, 2024, for the fee of one dollar. This weekend was selected because it would occur early on during my wife's time away, leaving enough time in case a second leasing period of me was sought before she returned. So now, for at least one weekend, I would belong to DR. D to be bound and used as he saw fit as permitted by what is now 'our contract'.

I arrange my flights and time away. As it was not unusual for me to be traveling, my trip would raise no questions. Sir Michael will not be in attendance. Curious, I would come to realize I had wrongly discounted the psychological importance that he 'just being there' provided.

I was given minimal information about what to expect. I was told for the weekend that the four other masters that I had interacted with on my last trip to Vegas would be participating along with the other two masters I had not met that completed the group's tight fraternity. This was a formal group with an actual charter, set of rules, even a name, the 'Common Bonds Social Club'. None of them would be bringing their submissives, also members of the club, as this was to be a 'Dominants Only' play weekend.

The bottom line, that meant there would be seven tormentors gathered with only me there for them to act out on. I was keenly aware this would make for a tough weekend. To counter that anxiety, I concentrated on the fact that based on the ongoing conversations I had been having with DR. D, he was fully familiar with many of my kinky bondage fantasies and likely would be trying to fulfil them while still acting on the group's own desires, fetishes, and kinks. A hard weekend instore but providing traces of exhilaration for this lowly submissive.

I was instructed to arrive in Vegas wearing only shorts, sandals and a tee-shirt, commando style. I need not bring anything else as I would be traveling home in the same clothes I wore in. Personal things like a toothbrush and paste, hairbrush, etc. would be provided. I was to bring my Meds, wallet, phone, and keys. Nothing more was needed. It was suggested that I prepare myself with a cleansing before traveling. I took the suggestion as a requirement and did, although I am not skill as DR. D's submissive who, to my complete degradation had cleansed me twice each day on my previous visit.

It was nearly 8 pm Friday night when I landed in Las Vegas from my one-stop flight from North Carolina, I was to proceed to Terminal 1 passenger pick up area and to look for a black passenger style Mercedes-Benz Sprinter van. The sun had just set, and the remaining twilight was nearly gone.

The van pulled up as I approached the pickup point. This was a sleek black vehicle with clean lines and darkened windows that seem to wrap around the sides and back. I had a tinge of nervousness when the side door slid open as the van came to a stop in front of me. "Get in" I was commanded which I did quickly.

I recognized DR. D immediately. With him in the back was another man who I knew as one of the other masters who played with me on my last trip. I started to say a greeting when I was told "Remain silent." The door was pulled closed behind me and the van pulled away from the curb. I was given my next instruction, that being "Take off your T-shirt." This took me back a bit, but I followed the command. As I did, I tried to take in my surroundings while also trying to keep my balance in the moving vehicle.

The van was large with a high ceiling, like a Prime delivery vehicle, but the inside was finished like a travel coach, not a cargo van. There were finished walls and ceiling with low intensity blue LED accent lighting and quiet, non-descript background music playing. The floor had thick plush carpeting. I noticed a pass-through to the front driver's compartment and I could see there was someone driving the van, but who it was I could not tell. In the back of the van there was nice chic seating, built-in cabinets and a table and other wall fixtures, but what caught my attention and focus was what was dead center in the van.

Rising from the floor was a padded metal fixture that was of an unusual shape. It looked somewhat like a pegging bench, but certainly not a traditional one. It had two tubular legs that were mounted to the floor that rose to a height of about three and one-half feet, where it met and held a leather padded platform set at an angle of about 30 degrees extending from the top of the legs toward the ceiling. The platform had leather straps dangling from it. At the top of the platform there was an elaborate neck cuff device that seemed obvious in its intent to hold someone's head and neck in a secure position. Angling back down from the near top of the upper platform were two padded arms also equipped with straps that were unbuckled, ready to use.

Its use seemed clear and menacing knowing who was with me in the van. Its future client would be positioned standing behind the device, then leaned forward and strapped down onto the main platform, with his neck and head captured in the rig atop the stand and then his arms pulled downward and angled out below him to be buckled in place. It reminded me of a skier's stance just as he takes off from a ski jump. A perfect design for someone to be positioned for anal and oral assaults. Exactly the kind of play my host enjoys.

And within seconds of my shirt coming off I was manhandled to the standing position, bent down and fastened in. Three leather straps held each of my wrists and arms to the downward platforms, two straps crossed my back and held my body to the main platform. Now with my upper body immobile, my sandals were taken off and my pants roughly pulled down and removed. I dared not kick as I knew the results would be brutal. I chose to remain docile as is called out in the contract when being restrained.

Cuffs were affixed to my ankles and attached to a spreader bar pulling my legs far apart. I then discovered that the vertical stanchions were adjustable as my captors crank the rig upward so that I was raised partially up onto my toes. My butt was at what seemed to be a very vulnerable pegging height. My head and neck were strapped in and that put my mouth at perfect waist height. With the van's ample space and head height, I could be comfortably accessed at either end by whoever wanted to.

I never thought when coming on this trip that I would already be in bondage as I was leaving the airport. It felt like an abduction scenario. A common fantasy of those into BDSM. I'll admit, at least for the moment, I am enjoying myself.

They got right to it. I heard the sounds of pants being unzipped and dropped. One of them moved to the front position, said "Open." and when I open my mouth. A dental gag was inserted and ratcheted forcing my mouth wide. Simultaneously I felt the cold wet feeling of lube being smeared on my hole. Unceremoniously, a semi ridged cock slid into my mouth as its brother's rock-hard cock pushed hard through my tight and unhappy butthole. Within seconds they had a rhythm and were raping both of my holes. I tried to concentrate, especially on my mouth assault so I wouldn't gag as well as perform well enough to not be disciplined, but I

was

in a van, rocking down the street.

I was in semi-shock. I was out in public. There were windows all around me. I could see the lights. I could see traffic. Could they see me? The windows were dark from the outside when the van approached, but I wasn't looking hard to see inside it at that time. One thing I knew, strapped down as I was, I couldn't flee or stop the violation of my body.

After a minute or two, I mentally settled down, realizing that we must not be able to be seen because these guys would be seen too. I know Las Vegas is a very progressive town, but public gang raping is still frowned upon. So, it must be that we can see out, but those passing by can't see in. Or at least not easily.

So, I do my job as I was taught on my first two journeys out West. For those not aware or are confused, I am not gay. I do not like being fucked in the butt by men. I do not like sucking cock. I do not like the taste of cum, urine or other body fluids. What I like is being securely bound. Being bound and then being forced to do sexual things that I do not like and that I can't stop. Being used and abused with no control over the situation. And being punished, both fairly and unfairly, for transgression I may have done or just because it pleasures the one who constrained me. Being violated by men is gross, degrading and does not stir arousal within me. This is why I am here. My bound and forced fantasies are being made real by DR. D and his friends.

Life isn't fair. What would excite and arouse me most is for me to be in the dominant role with my submissive being a beautiful, slender, small breasted woman who I could bind, punish and have sexual relations. My wife meets the description but has no regular interest or willingness to play. And I won't have relations with another women. If I can't be the dominant over a woman, nearly exciting would be for me to be in the position of the submissive to a female dominant of the same physical description. Again, my wife doesn't want to play this way, and I won't seek the services of another woman. So that puts me where I am now. Letting men bind me who fully enjoy using and abusing me with me unable to resist.

The chauffeur continued driving and the two Doms continued enjoying me. Although I am busy with my mouth working my tongue and stretched lips as best as I can to service the penis sliding in and out of it, I can somewhat see my passing surroundings as I have a little head movement. Most of the time I don't see much because my head is being grasped by the master's two hands to help him obtain maximum pleasure, but when he lets go of his grasp, I can see a little out of the side windows with my peripheral vision.