Trigger Warning
This is a fantasy and, as such, exists in a fantasy world where, for example, people have consequence free sex with strangers -- don't try this at home folks!
But it's also a world where our protagonists are maybe a little quick to get involved in scenarios that, in the real world, would be madness. As I said, it's a fantasy.
So, if it's not your fantasy then stop reading and look elsewhere.
Adventurous and open minded couple looking for single dominant man for mutual fun.
Sharon's finger hovered over the screen of her tablet. Was she really going to post this ad? And, if she did, what sort of person would answer it? Even if someone did answer, would she and her husband Dave ever have the nerve to follow it up? However, the whole thing had been her idea in the first place and just posting the ad could do no harm, could it? With a million and one butterflies dancing in her stomach she clicked on send and the most personal of personal ads was posted.
She remembered back to the first moment the idea had arisen between them. She and Dave, had been lying in bed relaxing in the post-coital glow of a rather energetic D/s session.
"God, you're good to me," Dave had purred as, fully sated, he relaxed as Sharon unfastened the cuffs that had bound his wrists and ankles. "You're the best wife ever."
"You're not so bad yourself," Sharon replied as she snuggled up next to him.
"But I wish there was some way I could repay you. I mean, it's so unfair. Every time we play it's all about my fantasies. We should do something for you for a change. Tell me, if you could have anything, anything at all, what would you have me do?"
"I'm not sure..."
"Please. I mean, you know all my deepest darkest kinkiest secrets."
"So you want to know my deepest darkest kinkiest secret fantasy?"
"Please. You know all of mine."
"Well, if you really want to know, my submissive streak runs just as deep as yours does. Sometimes I'd like to be the one tied up and helpless."
"But we tried that and I was hopeless. I'm sorry, hun, I really love to dom you but I can't switch to save my life."
"I know, and the fact that you can't is part of what I love about you but, sometimes, just once in a while, well... I've got this thing about being raped. Not for real, of course, but in my fantasies I'm the one tied to the bed, completely helpless, while this big strong man, or maybe even a group of them, have their evil way with me, forcing me to just take it and take it and... Ooohh! It makes me quite hot just thinking about it."
"And what about me? Where am I in this scenario?"
"I'm not sure you're anywhere. You're certainly not one of the rapists."
"Maybe I could watch. I mean, while these big strong fantasy men of yours are ravishing you there I am, tied up, helpless, forced to watch my wife being taken by 'real' men."
"That could work."
And from there it just snowballed. Now that the cat was out of the bag, now that Sharon's fantasies were known to both of them, elaborating on them became a major part of their lovemaking. Time and time again they would snuggle together in bed, chatting together, revisited Sharon's fantasy, adding to it, elaborating on it, building a tale of how mysterious 'dark strangers' would tie them both up and ravish Sharon before a helpless Dave.
"Do you know, we could do this for real," Sharon commented after a particularly intense session where she had, once again, narrated her fantasy as Dave had gone down on her, licking her to orgasm after orgasm.
"For real? I can't see that working. Well, I'm not saying 'no' but we can't exactly put an ad in the paper: 'Rapists wanted, must have huge pricks'."
"No, we can't put an ad in the paper but there are plenty of suitable sites on the internet. And I wouldn't want a group at first, just one. Mind you, we'd have to be bloody careful but with the right ad..."
"What sites are these and why on earth do you know about them?"
"Well, you started it; you're the one that wanted to explore my fantasies. The thing is, the more we got into this thing the more it got me wondering, Then, last week, while you were away on that Health and Safety course, I was bored one night and did a bit of searching on the internet. You'd be amazed at what turned up. Here, let me show you."
Sharon reached for her tablet from beside the bed and googled BDSM dating sites. Dave was amazed by how many there were and how professionally they were set up. Sharon was right, they could actually do this for real. They scrolled through the ads trying to pick out a suitable 'strong dark stranger'. There were one or two reasonable contenders and, before they knew it they were, once again, deep in fantasy mode.
"That was great," Dave commented as, sated at last, they came back down to earth, "but doing it for real -- I'm not sure, I'm not sure at all."
Sharon let it go at that. She certainly didn't want to do anything without Dave's complete agreement. Their marriage was far to valuable to her to do anything like that. However, their mutual storytelling now had a new twist, one where they did, indeed, 'do it for real'.
Given Dave's initial reluctance Sharon was more than surprised when it was Dave who resurrected the idea a few weeks later.
"Those BDSM dating sites... I've had another look and... well... it's all very well reading other peoples ads but they want what they want, not necessarily what we want. I don't suppose there's any harm in posting our own ad. Just to see what happens. After all, we don't have to follow through unless we really want to."
"And what's brought about this change of mind?"
"I was just thinking... well, this fantasy of yours has really spiced up our sex life and, carpe diem and all that. If we try it once and it all goes wrong then, at least we'll know."
"If it all goes wrong? You mean if I get raped by a bunch of psychopaths?"
"I thought that was what you wanted. Hey! Just joking. But you're right; we've got to be careful, really careful. There's a good list of 'Do's & Don't's on the web site. Have a look."
Dave grabbed his tablet, fired up the relevant BDSM dating site and found the list of safety tips. Together they went through them. Mostly they were common sense but they did add a level of reassurance.
"So... If we are careful, really careful then... Well there's no harm in posting an ad to see what sort of replies we get. Shall we?"
"Yeah, let's."
"So, where do we start."
"We've got to have a good profile picture. According to the FAQ that's what gets results."
Enthused they nipped up to the bedroom, stripped naked and took a series of selfies looking for the one that would best sell their wares. Having finally decided they edited out anything that might identify them and, with a profile picture ready, and a new gmail account set up just for the purpose, they set up an account on one of the BDSM dating sites and posted their ad.
Almost immediately they started getting replies. However, they were disappointed with what they were getting. None of them seemed suitable. These were obvious sharks out to trap the naive and unwary. Then there were those who simply hadn't read the ad, who only wanted Sharon, and weren't interested at all in them as a couple. Then there were those who were outside their desired age range or those whose photo was unappealing.
And then there was Sir Charles.
OK, Sharon and Dave weren't dumb enough to believe anything they read on line until they had seen it with their own eyes but Sir Charles, who purported to be a man in his mid forties, looked fit and trim and seemed just the sort to play Sharon's 'strong dark stranger'. More than that, his reply was calm and measured which made a welcome change to those that seem to have been written while foaming at the mouth in an excess of sexual frenzy.
Not for him the torrid list of sexual games he wished to play nor did he claim to possess an unfeasibly large penis which was another thing that had put them off. His reply simply suggested that they meet up on line to see if their needs were suitably complementary.
"If that's really him then he's dead dishy," Sharon purred, looking at his photo. "I'd be his sexual plaything in any way he wants me."
"But he's old enough to be your dad," Dave commented.
"I know. I think that's part of the appeal. Submitting to 'daddy' brings out the naughty little girl in me. Are we agreed then, this is the one we want to meet."
"I can't see why not. Let's do it."
So it was that, after a suitably coy exchange of emails, they agreed to set up a Zoom session. Dave and Sharon devised a checklist of actions to take so as to be perfect for the call. They cleared their front room of anything than might identify them and closed the curtains. Then they changed into smart but sexy clothing -- Sharon even gave her 'little back dress' an outing -- before adding the final touch -- domino masks for both of them. Then they set up Sharon's tablet on the coffee table so that the camera was pointing at the sofa and sat down to wait for the email that would start the session.
"So, you are Dave and Sharon," Sir Charles began once the connection was made. "Right from the start you disappoint me. Do you see me wearing a mask?"
"No, Sir," they answered.
"So why are you wearing masks? Did you think for one moment that that would be acceptable. And talking of acceptable, why are you wearing clothes? Did I give either of you permission to wear any sort of clothing?"
"No, Sir," they chorused.
"So why aren't you naked?"
"I'm sorry, Sir, we didn't realise."
"You didn't realise. Well, you bloody well should have realised. I shouldn't have to waste time explaining the very basics. Total bloody amateurs. Are you sure you want to go through with this thing? You don't look like a pair of submissives to me."
"I'm so sorry Sir. But yes, please, we do want to go through with this. Please accept our apologies."
"I don't give a shit about apologies. What I do give a shit about is that you're wasting time. You still clothed and still wearing masks. Now, sort yourselves out. Come on, chop, chop, get your kit off."
Dave and Sharon glanced at each other. They had expected a certain amount of slow, reasoned exploration and negotiation as to their mutual needs and compatibility. Instead Sir Charles had thrown them in at the deep end. Suddenly this had got a whole lot more real. However, they knew that, should they refuse, Sir Charles would simply end the call and they would never get any further. It was now or never. Somewhat nervously they both stood up and, as quick as they could, shed their masks and clothes.
"Don't bother sitting down again," Sir Charles said once they were naked. "I want to see exactly what I'm buying into."
Nervously they shuffled together, standing so that they could be seen in the Zoom screen.
"First things first, from now on you are Slag and Sissy. What are your names?"
