Absolute black. Cool air teasing my flesh and raising goose bumps. Discretely whispered voices in the distance told me I was not alone.
A light flashed on above and I looked up to see the woman on the monitor. On her hands and knees like an animal, her chin lifted uncomfortably, back arched, and ass forced in the air. Dangerous, beautiful men plugging each end, treating her like a toy, using her with no concern for her comfort or pleasure.
She was dressed in gleaming rubber stockings and gloves, a matching corset clinching her waist to surrealistically tiny proportions. The titanium stiletto heels strapped to her ankles were like an invitation to all perverts and sex maniacs for a free ride. Her hairless flesh glistened with a combination of lube, sweat, and spittle, and her ruby red lips were spread wide and her cheeks bulged at the intrusion of a massive cock. Looking like that, she could be nothing but an object, custom designed for men's pleasure and intended for their repeated use. She had no choice but to serve.
I couldn't believe I was looking at myself.
Okay, so my girlfriend likes to play. She's a brilliant artist whose mind never rests, and typical of truly creative types, she needs constant stimulation and continual escalation. She has a relentless craving for new and ever more extreme experiences. She always takes me along for the ride, uses me in her experiments. She often embarrasses me, sometimes humiliates me. She sometimes hurts me, and always scares me. I could leave her, sure. But I am as addicted to her as she is to her games.
She draws my fantasies out of me. As I lie beside her, my desires feverishly provoked, she listens. Her silence coaxes me to go on and on.
It always seems that she has forgotten my whispered confessions. I should have more faith! It might be months later, and I might have forgotten the particular fantasy, but then she springs it on me. Teasing me in a bar by flirting in front of me. Dragging a new lover into a public bathroom while I console myself with another round, then returning with him to proudly insist I feel the slushy dampness between her legs. I've found myself a piece of furniture at her parties, and a human toilet for her catty friends. A literal whipping boy when she needs to vent her frustrations (why couldn't I keep my mouth shut about that one? I still bear the scars). I've been on my knees in filthy allies while she fingered herself, and I've blushed as I handed her number to handsome men on the street.
One night I whispered something so lavish and ornate...something so intricate and detailed it really couldn't be possible to organize. I would be drugged, captured, put on display, and transformed against my will. Trained overnight to be the pet and showpiece of cruel owners.
Months later, enjoying dinner in an elegant restaurant, my limbs began to tingle. A powerful rush of energy swept through my body. My glass floated to the floor in slow motion and the sparkling pattern of shattered glass, mingled with the puddle of red wine, reminded me of stars above the ocean. "How did the stars get on the floor? Why is the sky blood red?" She stepped behind me, cradled my head, and eased me to the ground.
I woke to blackness. I kept thinking, "It was only a fantasy, I didn't mean it!" But trussed like a pig on a spit, an oversized ball gag in my mouth and thick spittle splashing on my chest, I wasn't able to tell her. She ignored the pleas in my eyes. A discrete light flickered on and illuminated me. While unconscious my entire body had been waxed and my head shaved. A thin film of oil enveloped my skin and I was scented with a delicate perfume. Tight rubber stockings were rolled up my legs, long gloves placed on my arms, and that devilish corset clamped on. Ridiculously high heels were slipped on my feet and the dainty straps fastened around my ankles.
I realized how I must look. I began to get hard at the thought but the metal chastity device put a stop to that. I continued to swell a bit, my tender flesh digging into the cold steel. A strange sensation, too abrupt and too painful to immediately identify, caused me to bolt in the chair and fight against my restraints. Great! An electronic, remote-controlled chastity device. How fucking ingenious. My cock admitted defeat and shrunk to the size of a child's thumb.
