Chapter 1: The Search
I awoke one morning in an ecstasy of pleasure. One of those dreams that was so deep and vivid that the contrast of waking life seemed dull and unreal. My boxers were drenched and my straining cock twitched. I wouldn't describe myself as sexually unhinged, but I had deep fantasies. Recently I'd been having these dreams and decided to act on them, lest I went insane. I found a website where I could post, locally, about myself and my desires in a discreet way, although so far I'd been unsuccessful. This latest dream was so intense it was still running through my mind, and my loins still throbbing. I decided to make a post relating to this, although without too much detail. I didn't want to scare people off! I made the post and then got on with the day; perhaps this one would bring more success.
I've left out the details of the post so as not to spoil the story, but I did try to match it to my dream as best possible. Anyway after a few days of drudgery I did the routine email checks and found a lone reply. In a way it looked so pathetic, but it was the best I'd achieved so far, and I became excited. The reply was both vague and specific, and took me a few read-throughs to fully understand it. An older woman appeared to run a sort of 'sex house', in which many people were involved, and came and went as they wished, fulfilling each other in various ways.
This already sounded too much for me but I read on. She was apparently in excellent shape and had many people at her disposal; the house was pleasant and well equipped, and discretion was key and desired by all. I could tell it was a sort of stock response, but it was tailored for me at the end, double checking the experience I sought and what was expected of all the parties and so on. It seemed interesting, but somewhat beyond what I needed, so I waited for more replies.
Chapter 2: Captured
None came. I waited a good few days and in that time the dreams got darker and more intense. I needed the release and fast. I took the bait and replied to this woman, and she then emailed me with some more concrete details, which I will share as needed. She was aged fifty-two, and called Eve. Well Eve gave me the address of what she called the 'West London Chamber' and a check of what we expected of each other. Just reading through it made me tingle and brought me to attention. We organised a Friday afternoon to meet and I set forth with nothing on me but my keys and clothes.
It was a warm late-summer day and, upon reaching the 'chamber', was glad of the air conditioning, rare for an English private property. She greeted me and, was she right about being in shape. Big, pert, voluptuous breasts stretched out of a white top, and drew my eyes to the large nipples denting the fabric. The contours of her body took me to a thin waist and down shapely legs in tight exercise leggings, to remarkably attractive feet, with fresh blood red nail polish. I followed her in and was now treated to the large and juicy, heart shaped ass cheeks, which bounced and tensed alternately as she sauntered in. Her face and hair showed the real age, but it was immaterial at this point and I was already hardening.
The entrance was pretty standard, but the living room she led me to was luxurious and had peculiar green and blue lighting. The curtains were drawn and it smelt of incense. We seated on a large wine coloured sofa and talked over first the mundane, and then the sexual. She explained, somewhat lacking the details, the nature of the chamber, and where I fitted in. No one ever gave or paid anything, besides sexual favours, which is what everyone came for anyway. The property was deceptively large and I was led to a room which would be mine for the weekend. The room was nice and everything was very pleasant. Eve seemed sexually open minded, and just down right attractive and was very flirtatious with me. It was late, after I'd eaten and had the full tour, so I got to bed, very excited for what would start tomorrow.
I stirred, and felt very strange. It was completely black, and I felt an odd presence. I was so disorientated I felt drunk or like I was dreaming. The digital clock read '03:20'. As my senses slowly returned I could hear murmuring, and creaking, and muffled sounds. It took me a while to remember where I was. I was tired and confused, and a smell of a different incense from before flitted to my nose. It smelt heavy and dangerous, and made my head swim. I was drifting off again. I heard a door creak. The same sounds were there, louder, but my head could make no sense of it.
Suddenly, silky hands were on me, as if gloved. Some merely draped across me and some were harder. The soft ones touched my belly, and neck and were making for my balls and penis, which I could not stop from twitching and beginning to ache. The harder hands were definitely grabbing at me and whilst I was enjoying a particularly smooth hand running up and down my growing erection, I could feel my body being contorted. It was bizarre; as the smoother hands become more sexual, the hard ones more forceful. I could feel my balls being rolled and a mouth placed over my tip, when I suddenly realised the extent of the situation: my legs hand been put into a foetal-like position, and I had been turned on my side, with my arms behind me. 'Click', 'click-clack' and then a scraping sound, I felt something cold and horrible at my ankles, wrists, and I came to. I had been cuffed at the legs and hands, and upon attempting to move, I realised these must be joined in some way behind me, as I had very little ability to move!