We all have sexual fantasies. Some are tame, others extreme. My favorite fantasy was the type that was almost in the realm of science fiction and therefore would probably never come true. Even if it could become reality it was a bit extreme, so would I even want it to come true? Often reality does not live up to our fantasies. Little did I know that in 5 months my dream would come true and it would haunt me for years to come?
I'll explain what my fantasy is but first I must set the scene on how it would be realized. Most men enjoy porn. We spend time shopping around the Internet to find that one perfect looking woman or just the right movie clip. The Internet provides us with endless possibilities when it comes to exploring our sexuality. It also gives us the means to read, learn, and even watch these fantasies. Take a look at any man's browser history and you will discover his search of these fantasies.
If you viewed my browser history you would find one site in particular, that depicts scenes of the BDSM lifestyle. This site is very well known and financially successfully. It has the best of the adult industry participating in its movies. Dig a little deeper and you will find the specific movies that I have been watching. These scenes would fit into two categories. The first is women who are bound and helpless. A female Domme is there with her and begins to use various devices to bring her pleasure. Dildos, vibrators, all types of fucking machines including a Sybian are used to induce mind shattering orgasms on the bound woman. To me there is nothing more beautiful in this world than watching a woman cum. The most appealing part is that after several orgasms, when the bound woman's needs are satiated, the stimulation continues. Panting, with sweat dripping down her body and mixing with her cum coating her thighs, she begs for the stimulation to end. The pleasure is too much, her clit too sensitive, and she screams for it to stop!
The second scene is the polar opposite. A woman, or man, is bound and immobile. Again a Domme is the one bring pleasure but this time it starts much slower. Long, painted fingernails slowly drag across the flesh leaving goose bumps in their wake. Soft kisses, slowly circle the erogenous zones building up the ember of desire in the person bound. They are stimulated and the ember turns into a fire as they are brought close to organs and then left to cool. This process starts again and happens over and over until the bound victim is begging to be able to cum.
One day, this web site, which plays out these wonderful scenes, decided to have a contest. Fans would submit their deepest fantasies and the owners of the site would decide who would win. The prize for winning was to make your fantasy into reality. They would fly the wining contestant out and let them participate in the scene that they dreamed up. Now I'm not the type of person who tries to win random contests but how could I pass up a chance to see my dreams realized? I took the time and submitted my fantasy to them.
A few weeks passed and I had put the contest out of my mind when I received the email congratulating me on winning the contest. I was stunned and must have read it 10 times. They require a response along with my contact information which I sent back immediately. An hour later, I received another email and this one contained a contract for the shoot. It explained my rights while being a participant in the shoot like the use of safe words and when they would stop a shoot.
Next was a questionnaire which asked a vast number of normal, sexual fetish, and bondage questions:
Height? 6'0"
Weight? 220 lbs
Penis size? 6"
Willing to be tied up? Yes
Willing to be gagged? Yes
Anal penetration? Never have but yes
Bisexual or transcended scenes? No
On a level of 1-10 what is your pain tolerance (10 being high) 10
Are you willing to be whipped, spanked, caned, etc? Yes
...on and on the questions went until they ended at 50. They also asked me to send some photos of myself. I was pretty self-conscious about this since I'm pretty average looking. I sent the most flattering current photos I could find.
A few days later I received a phone call from the owner, Mark, of the web site and the facilities where all the filming took place. He spent some time getting to know me asking questions about what I did in my free time and such. He loved my fantasy and we talked about it in depth. He started to explain how the scene would play out and it sounded like I would just be watching for most of it with a little bit of participation helping out the Domme. I was a little disappointed but figured it would still be awesome. The shoot would be in five months and his secretary would contact me in four with the travel arrangements.
The next four months dragged on. I spent all my free time thinking about how my fantasy was going to come true, well for the most part. I also spent a ton of time at the gym trying to get into the best shape possible before the shoot.
One month before the shoot, I received a call with all of the travel arrangements. They also asked me to get a physical and some blood tests. During the physical, I found I had lost the 20 pounds. The results were all positive, I felt great about the shape I was in, and I was in an excellent state of mind. No matter how imperfect living out this fantasy was going to be I was going to enjoy myself.
Eight days before the shoot I received a call from a woman named Ariel. Her voice seemed familiar to me. She explained that she was going to be the Domme in charge of the scene. This is when I realized who she was. I had watched numerous videos of her from this web site and she was absolutely beautiful. I was tongue tied while talked about my fantasy submission. She could tell because she asked if anything was wrong. I told her no but that I just could not have wished for a better Domme. She laughed and told me to be careful what I wished for!
We spent the next hour talking about the scene and what her thoughts were and what fucking machines she was going to use. She asked what models I would like to see go through the forced orgasm torture. I gave her a list of four girls I felt were the most talented, attractive, and had the most powerful orgasms on camera. She told me that she had some prep work that I needed to complete before the shoot. First, she wanted me to masturbate tonight and cum at least three times. Then, starting tomorrow and until the shoot, I was to masturbate for at least an hour but I was not allowed to orgasm. I had to do all of this while watching videos or photos of hers. The day I arrived she said I would be given a lie detector test to see if I cheated and if I had they would send me back home. I told her this would not be a problem.
That evening I looped my favorite video of Ariel and finished all three orgasms in about an hour. I've always been gifted with a relatively short down time in between orgasms. The next night I started her new assignment and stroked my cock for a little over an hour, which wasn't that difficult. I thought my mind would be preoccupied with sex before but I was wrong. By day five, I was just consumed with the possibilities of what would be happening at the shoot. The hour of stroking my cock was pure agony because I would reach the edge of orgasm in just a few minutes. I slept fitfully that evening and over slept a little bit but I was able to make it to the airport on time.
For the flight I was in the middle seat. I hadn't been on a plane since I was 9 and I thought I would be more nervous than I was. My mind was consumed with carnal thoughts and for most of the flight I had to place a newspaper in my lap to hide my engorged member.
The plane landed, I got my rental car, and check in at the hotel. I took a quick shower and then had a little bit to eat. I headed over to the studio so that I could check in. They wanted to give me a tour and explain a few things.
The studio is a large brick building that appears to be an old warehouse or maybe a factory. I park and head into the reception area.
A pretty young blonde greets me when I enter. I tell her my name and before I can explain why I'm here she giggles and says, "Oh, the winner of the contest. I'll let Mark, know that you are here."
I sat and waited, my legs bouncing impatiently. This seemed to entertain the receptionist because she would smile flirtatiously at me while I waited. Mark came in and shook my hand. He asked if I was ready for the tour and I gave an enthusiastic yes!
The first thing I noticed was that the sets looked very different than I had pictured. This was due to the fact that you never get to see where the cameras are placed. The facility was vast and I lost count of how many stages they had. A few, I did not get to see because they were currently in use. I was a little disappointed but figured that I would get my fill tomorrow. We ended in the room where my fantasy would be played out. It was a cool room with a cement floor and brick walls. Right now all there was in the room was a steel table and the two computer chairs that we were sitting in.
Mark told me that he had business to attend to but that I should wait here because someone else would be in to prepare me for tomorrow.
He shook my hand and said with a wink, "We expect a great show from you."
I had been waiting for about 20 minutes and started to think they had forgotten about me. I was just about to get up when the door opened and in walked Ariel. She was in a bath robe and her light brown hair was wet. As she moved to shake my hand, her scent floated past me. It was like a clean summer breeze on a warm day. Her soft brown eyes narrowed a bit and she gave me a crooked smile as she firmly shook my hand. In her left hand she was carrying a file folder.
