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I woke up to this incredible vibrating sensation between my legs. I am bound, gagged and blindfolded to some kind of machine that has a vibrating dildo riding between my legs. But where was I? How in the hell did I get here?
Let's see, I remember having a few drinks last night with some of Zack's friends. I also remember having a discussion about this year's Nude Day festival. I told Zack, that I didn't have any intentions of going to the event the next day with his friends to "bare it all". I don't believe that am naΓ―ve or innocent when it comes to sex. After all, Zack and I had pushed the envelope several times. Nothing too wild, but we have done a little role playing, sometimes we've had sex in public and on occasion, we have tied each other up during sex.
About us, my name is Melanie. I am in my early thirties. I am 5'8", 127 lbs, about 38-28-36 with dark, dishwater blonde hair and a delicious pair of C cups that sometimes swell up to D cup size. I have hazel eyes and no tans lines. My long lovely legs are what catch most of the looks I get. I keep myself in good shape and I have been known to be a bit of a tease.
Zack just turned forty. He is 6'1" with an athletic build, brown hair, and an above average sized penis. We have been together for the last 3 years. I have never had any complaints about our sex life. Some of his friends seem to be a bit too far on the wild side for me to feel completely comfortable around. Most of them are around our age group. They smoke a lot of weed, which makes for an interesting evening. I usually don't get stoned with them when we visit.
Last night, there was a bunch of people getting stupid and smoking a lot of dope. You know, bragging about a whole bunch of things, many of which were not true or possible for anyone not stoned to believe. Then, like many times before, the stories of incredible variations of weed and hash started coming out of the woodwork. I was waiting to hear about leaping tall buildings and flying around on the magical pot they were telling tall tales about. Then out came one claim that for some reason, I just had to challenge. Paul, our host, stated he had just come across a special blend that would make anyone who smoked it, do anything he asked of them. I told him, "That's bullshit, and there was no way to prove it."
He acted like I was insulting his manhood or something. Then he asked me if I had what it takes to prove him wrong. I replied with something like, "I have more than what it takes", knowing as soon as a said that I should've known that this was not the group to take a challenge too far.
He then laid out the challenge. I was to take a hit of his new special blend. It had to stay in me for over one minute before I could exhale. He said the longer I hold it in, the more powerful it would become. I said, "Okay, but when I am done, if I don't feel the effect of what you claim it will do to me, you will have to do anything I ask you to do for the rest of the night."
Being very stoned and confident, he readily agreed to my stipulation. Then Erica, his sexy-assed girlfriend, chimed in that I should have to give up something for the challenge to be fair.
Not sure of where this was heading, I begrudgingly asked, "What do you have in mind?"
Erica simply replied, "You will be coming with us to the Nude Day Festival tomorrow".
I replied, "Okay, but I am not losing my top if I go."
Erica replied, "You can walk around dressed in a bikini top and shorts. But later on, we will take you onto a stage, where we will present you as a Nude Day Virgin. You will have to remove all of your clothes in front of everyone standing there. You will eagerly pose naked for any pictures with us or anyone in the crowd. You will also be naked for the rest of your visit here."
I shot back, "That hardly seems fair, since my prize is only for tonight and is here at your place."
Erica, not to be outdone, raised the stakes and said, "Okay then, you can continue having Paul do anything you say tonight and both of us will do anything you want us to do all day tomorrow. You are positive that he doesn't own the magic weed now, aren't you?"
Maybe I did have a shot of tequila with my third drink earlier. I suddenly had the curiosity and confidence to challenge them both. I said with one arm raised, "I will accept your challenge", feeling like I just accepted a challenge to an eighteenth century duel.
Paul went into the other room and came back with a specialty bong and his supposed magical blend. The bong had an extra long and thin chamber. He played up just how special both the merchandise and the weed were. He tried to convince everyone that I could be the only one who could partake in this experiment, as they would all need to watch me carefully over the next few hours.
My loving boyfriend came over to me to wish me well. He said, "Melanie, don't let these guys try to get to you. You don't have to do anything or prove anything to them."
I smiled brightly back and said, "Zack, wouldn't you like to make both Paul and Erica our puppets all day tomorrow? I may even want get there to the festival early, how about you?"
He laughed, then said, "Ok Babe, prove them wrong." I don't think anything could have wiped that smile off his face.
Paul prepared the magical blend and prepped the bong like he was about to cross the Grand Canyon or something with it. When he presented it to me, he vowed, "She may never be the same woman after this." The group responded with mild laughter and some howls.
Now was the moment of truth. Paul stated that I had to breathe a full hit and hold my breath for a full minute, or the contest was null and void. I would only get three attempts as he was worried for my safety, or at least he pretended to be.
I tried to light up the bong to make my first attempt, but the lighter didn't stay lit and I only got a partial hit. It did have a bit of a kick and I started to feel a little burn in my nostrils.
Paul said, "Okay, I'm sorry about that. That one will not count." He handed me a new lighter.
With a small hardy cheer from the group, I lit the magical blend and I took what had to be the biggest hit I have ever done my whole life. Now, I had to hold it in for a whole minute. I looked over to Zack to see if he was timing it. He motioned that he just had started, (probably already 15 seconds into the challenge). That meant I would have to hold it in for well over a minute.
Forty seconds later I thought I was going to pass out.