My name is Daria Keen, I come from England and this is a true story of what happened to me in a lesbian sex club in Budapest, on a holiday in 2007. I hope you enjoy it.
Daria on the Wheel
I was in my underwear, blindfolded and strapped to the wheel. Waiting for the crowd to arrive.
The wheel was really a padded revolving table, waist height, purpose built, with a large wooden cross where a person's hands and feet could be tied. The room was empty, slightly cold and smelled of incense, alcohol and pot, and I felt amazing.
The club used to have a draw every Friday night, to see who would be the 'victim' on the wheel the next week. It's a clever idea, because if you're picked, it gave you a week to think about it. It really builds the tension. All week after my name was drawn, I was a bundle of excited nerves, knowing it would soon be my turn on the wheel.
My girlfriend Shonan was with me that night my name was drawn, and she was almost as excited as me. She helped 'prepare' me for my turn on the wheel. This meant agreeing safe words with the concierge, agreeing my limits, getting blindfolded, and tied to the wheel with leather straps.
And there I was, spread out, like a human X, tethered by my wrists and ankles. I was already wet, as you can well imagine.
I was twenty seven then, five foot five, brunette and a little slimmer than I am now, I suppose was quite confident of my body. I haven't got large breasts, but they've been described as shapely. I didn't shave below completely back then, but I kept trim. I was fairly promiscuous, and wasn't shy. What else can I say? I like sex.
On the wheel, I remember actually moaning out loud when I heard the door open and the girls walked in. I must have been in such a heightened state of arousal. I'm like that. I start thinking of things that may soon to happen to me and I become a pool of quivering jelly.
The music started, (some trance-type beat, but it wasn't night-club loud). I couldn't tell how many people walked through the door, but there were quite a few judging by the footsteps and chattering. I heard several compliments in English, but most of the talking I couldn't understand. I assume the majority were Hungarian.
All the voices were female, I'm pleased to say. The voices grew louder as they got nearer to the wheel, and then they were all around me, on all sides.
They wasted no time in touching me. This was a particular fantasy of mine, to be touched by many mysterious hands. Hands of strangers. They brushed my legs, arms, belly, and someone ran their fingers through my hair. Shonan later told me this was her, which was sweet I thought.
My underwear was still on, and I felt some hands brush my breasts and pussy, but they weren't yet too exploratory. I'd asked that they would cut away my underwear with scissors. Many years ago, the first time I saw a porno I saw a girl having her underwear cut away, and I've always liked that. After only a couple of minutes of them fondling me, I heard a snip and felt the air on my breasts, as they spread out over my chest. It was very thrilling, feeling so helpless and exposed in front of all those strangers. I felt my nipples harden, as hands started touching my bare boobs. Lightly pinching my nipples, sending thrills right through to my core.