The next morning you wake to find me missing from the tent, with a note of some sort folded up lying on the top of my sleeping bag. You unfold the note – it’s a hand drawn map, with a short message scribbled on the bottom: “Meet me here at 10am.” Your penis hardens, as if in anticipation. You lie back down and begin slowly stroking it, thinking of how you enjoyed seeing me tied up the day before, blindfolded and helpless while others touched and teased me. The pace of your strokes increase as your penis stiffens further, and your free hand wanders up to pinch your left nipple. You tweak and twist it, a soft moan escaping your lips, and soon you feel the release of an orgasm. Your come spurts out of your cock up on your belly. Your hand drifts up from your cock to rub the white milky liquid up across your chest…
Eventually you crawl out of your sleeping bag, throw on some briefs and khaki shorts and step out of the tent, making sure to grab your headscarf and goggles on the way out. You step into your sandals and turn around to zip up the tent behind you. You put on the goggles and wrap the scarf about your head to keep out the dust in the air. Your stomach grumbles with hunger as you walk over to the car. You open the trunk and rumble in the supplies, grabbing a juice box and a couple granola bars for breakfast, which you eat on the way to the destination I had drawn for you. The morning is half over, and others begin to emerge from their tents after a long night of playing and dancing at the various ceremonies on the Playa last night.
You check the map and the “street” signs strewn throughout the camp often as you make your way to your destination. You nibble at your granola bars absentmindedly while you look at the people, the camps, and the artwork around you. A gritty feel is in the air, letting you know it will be another scorcher. Eventually you arrive at a walled-in camp with a gaudy sign that reads “Goddesses R Us” with two gates. One has an overhead sign reading “Goddesses Only.” The other is not so much a gate as a small 2-foot square hole in the fence, with a sign above it reading “Supplicants.” “When in Rome…” you think to yourself as you kneel down and crawl through the smaller entrance.
As you emerge through to the other side, you see that you are in a small area that is fenced in, with a tarp overhead for protection from the sun. You stand there, not knowing what to do next, as the fence is also covered in the same thick tarp, which prevents you from seeing what awaits you next. You check your watch, which shows only 10 minutes left until our designated rendezvous. You sit down and lean up against a fence post, sipping the last of your juice box and wondering what to expect…
As your 10 minutes eclipse, you hear footsteps moving closer from beyond the tarp. A leather collar and blindfold drop down over the top of the fence. “Put them on!” a stern, unfamiliar female voice orders from the other side. You put the collar around your neck, buckling it up snugly but not too tight, then slipping the blindfold over your eyes. A couple minutes go by, and you hear some clicks and rattles as the fence is opened. You feel a rough tug at your neck as a leash is fastened to the loop in the collar, then another tug as you are led out of the gated area out into the warm sunshine. You struggle to keep pace with the female in your blind state.
Suddenly, the female stops, and gives a rough tug at the leash, to let you know you should stop also. She steps behind you, and you hear someone else walk up behind you and quickly fasten leather restraints around your wrists which somehow hook together, binding them at the base of your spine. The female in control of your leash then leads you further into what you can tell is a shaded area. Another pair of hands (male?) takes hold of each of your feet in turn and take off your sandals. You are left standing on what feels like astro-turf. The female reaches in and holds the leash tightly at the point where it attaches to the collar as you feel the anonymous hands begin to tug at the button of your shorts. A few seconds later you are left standing naked, while the hands lift each of your feet out through the leg-holes of your shorts and briefs.
Again, a tug at the leash, and you are pulled down toward the ground onto all fours. The hands that were at your feet move up towards your buttocks, fondling them, stroking them. Your penis jerks and stiffens in surprise. The hands hold your butt cheeks open. You guess from the size of the spread of the hands, and the rough, callused feel that they belong to a man, but there are no other clues than what you feel on your ass. No sounds, and no other body parts in contact with yours. Suddenly you feel something small and slimy wet pushing at the opening of your anus, which turns out to be something slim and long that slides easily into your anus. Your anus muscles contract at the shock of being invaded, but the object is so tiny and lubricated that it snakes further up your anal canal no matter how much your body contracts. It finally stops after a small globe-like shape at the end of the object slides in past your rectum, plugging your ass, with only a small slim continuation of the object sticking out of your ass. You feel an odd pressure from within, and then realize that your ass is being quickly filled with an enema. It’s a rush, a flood that feels like it is filling you completely, throwing off your balance as your elbows buckle and your body tries to fall to the floor. The female holds you up tightly by the leash, almost choking you until you stiffen your arms and regain your composure.
The pressure in your ass is amazing. The flooding feeling seems to stop, and you feel yourself being pulled to an upright position by the leash, as the hands leave your ass. You can feel some sort of contraption being held up behind you as you stumble carefully to your feet, trying hard to clamp your ass tight. You feel another tug at the leash as you are forced to walk forward, trying so hard to not lose control, taking small steps. You are guided to stop by a few pairs of hands, which turn you slowly around and sit you down on a “chair” with a high back and two planks set in a sort of V but with almost no support underneath your scrotum and ass. The various sets of hands bind your wrists and feet to the chair, and another set of hands puts something across your forehead and pulls it tight, binding your head back against a padded headrest. You hear something placed underneath the chair, and immediately your focus is brought back to your ass as you feel the object slowly being pulled out. The globe-like shape is the only thing holding in the flood of liquid in your anal canal, and it is slowly being worked out of your ass…. Suddenly like a flood the plug is gone and liquid spews out of your anus into what you guess is a bucket below you. The relief is intense, and you groan in surprise at how good it feels to let go. When the flood is over, a pair of hands washes your ass with a soapy washcloth, then moving forward to wash your balls and the shaft of your semi-stiff penis. You hear the bucket being removed, and wonder what will be next.
Several minutes go by; with you tied in this very prone position. You hear no noises directly near you, but can hear the din of life on the Playa beyond the gates of this encampment and music from nearby camps. With your eyes blindfolded, your other senses strain to pick up any hints of what is happening around you. Time passes – 10 minutes…? 15 minutes…? A half hour… an hour??? A faint, warm breeze caresses your naked body, lulling you into a light slumber as you tire of trying to understand your environment. Your head is supported by its’ bindings to the headrest, and you easily drift off to sleep.
…………………………
“I love the taste of your cock in my mouth,” I say, as I unzip your fly, getting down on my knees to suck you off. My mouth is so warm, so wet… It feels so good to feel the head of your cock pushed all the way into the back of my throat that it takes you a few minutes to realize that something is wrong. I could never deep-throat you because of the childhood injury to my jaw. Just remembering this snaps you out of your reverie, and you understand that you must have been dreaming, but the feel of your cock pushed deep in someone’s throat is NOT a dream. You inhale deeply with pleasure as you fully awaken to the sensation of being fucked by someone’s mouth. You know it’s not me, but it feels SO good you don’t care. Your cock stiffens
A soft voice in your ear breaks your concentration. “You do not have permission to come, Slave.” You recognize my voice immediately, and another rush of blood surges into your cock as if on cue. “Release him,” you hear me order. The mouth pulls away from your greedy cock, and several sets of hands work at your restraints. First your feet, then your hands, and finally your head are released. I grab you by the loop of your collar. “Stand up,” I command as I pull you quickly to your feet. Once you are standing, I grab your hard cock with my free hand.
I squeeze your cock firmly to get your attention. “You were very mean to your Mistress yesterday, humiliating her like that in public. Today you will get a taste of your own medicine!” With that, I let go of your cock, and lead you out into an unshaded area. You hear female conversation, laughter. “What a slut!” one woman says. “He’ll learn his lesson,” another answers. A round of female laughter fills the air.
“Get on your hands and knees, Slave!” My hands push on your shoulders, forcing you down onto the ground. My voice is cold and impersonal, making you wonder if you had gone too far yesterday….
(SMACK, SMACK, SMACK)
You jerk as the flat of my hand makes contact with your ass cheek. Again, laughter.
You sense me walk away, and then re-approach. You hear some things being placed on the ground in front of you, and then my hand grabbing you by the collar, leading your head toward whatever it is on the ground. “You need water. And while you’re at it, there’s food in this bowl,” I tell you as I force your head lower towards the objects in front of you. Your hand wanders forward to guide yourself and take a drink of the cool water…
