I logged into my adult chat site account one hot night when I couldn't sleep. My AC is kind of useless but i enjoy how horny I become in that weather, whether I want to be or not. I have fun chatting with strangers on nights like this. It's easy to confide to them how I want and need to be used sexually. Once in a while I'd talk to this guy who was eager to listen to my fantasies. He happened to be online and hit me up as soon as he saw that I was logged in too. Here's a transcript of our conversation.
Max: Ahh hello, been a while, did I lose ya to the darkness?
Simona: LOL just for a minute.
Max: Tell me about your darkest fantasies?!
Simona: Mmmmm, I have a few!!
Max: Mmmmmm. i want to be so shocked.
Simona: I don't know that they're shocking.
Max: That's ok. Love to explore your mind.
Simona: There's no Slenderman or serial killers, LOL.
Max: Hahaha, ok glad you clarified that.
Simona: I have this fantasy that I have a nice sexy boyfriend who I'm really attached to. Like I kind of need him, in an almost puppyish way. He's sooo nice. But then, he takes me to a sex club, which is a surprise and upsetting. I've never been to one. It seems busy inside. There are drinks and music and hot chicks wandering around, but lots more men than women. There's a stand up cage along one wall, kind of a place to be a spectacle, a sexual prisoner on display, and he puts his mouth close to my ear and tells me with a serious tone that he wants to put me in there right now.
Max: Mmmmmm yes. Sexy. Sensual. Pushing your comfort zone.
Simona: Yes, I'm like, ok I secretly think it's hot, but I've been such a good girl with him. I've invested myself in that role. I'm looking for husband material. Does he know I have this kind of slut inside me?
Max: So do you let your filthy slut side of you come out or do you put on an act of the good girl you pretend you are?
Simona: I mean, a big part of me IS a good girl, or really wants to be, but once that slut is out, she's out. Will our relationship be able to withstand that? So I play it coy, and I'm like, ugh, what is this? Is this real life? But he insists it's ok, that I might enjoy the attention, and he might like to see me have fun. I know I'm blushing, and inner shy-girl me is really humiliated for me. He's clearly turned on by my reluctance, so I keep it up a little bit longer. He tells me how beautiful I'll look in there, that he wants to see me this way. He bumps my leg with his hard cock a few times, bumping me toward the cage. It's dominant and hot. I say that I'll do it for you if that's what you really want. I say that I can't believe this, babe.
Max: Mmmmm putting on the act that you are stretching for him when you want it as bad.
Simona: I am so wet. He leads me by my hand to the cage. I think maybe he paid to rent it? I'm not sure. It's a stand up cage, about two feet wide and at most a foot deep. He whispers in my ear that it will be so hot to watch me in this predicament. I let that word wash over me. I'm not sure what will happen. He opens it, I step inside, and it clicks shut. I'm standing in there in a slinky dress and heels, I'm holding the bars. It's so small and tight that my tits, which are big, are pushed out between the bars. He kisses my lips softly and lovingly. Touches my tits. Reassures me I look amazing. I relax as he fondles me again, the way I like. He presses his cock up close and i can feel how rock hard it is. He says he's going to the bathroom and will be right back.
Max: I love your attention to detail in the sex cage. Such a powerful visual that is!
Simona: Do you want to hear more?
Max: Oh god yes! I am so turned on myself.
Simona: Ok me too! I've never told anyone this.
Max: Thank you for feeling so safe to share that with me. It's so powerful and intimate.
Simona: He leaves me alone, in this cage like you'd see in a bondage scene. There's some drop lighting that's aimed at the cage, which makes it hard to see out of it into the rest of the low-lit room. I have never told him that I love bondage collars and gags and handcuffs and cages. I'm too scared. It's my secret. We've had amazing vanilla sex, but that's it. I start thinking about the porn I've made and put online of myself ball gagged and masturbating. Raunchy, drooling, moaning porn for the world to jack off to, because I love to be used like that. Could he have found it some how? Did I leave a tab open on my computer? If so maybe he'd seen that, plus all the videos I've liked of tied up sluts getting handled, including one in a cage just like this. I feel a new flush of humiliation. Does he know????
Max: Oooohhhh, how sexy. How dark. Such suspense.
Simona: My heart is pounding. I'm literally helpless. This thing is locked. I see a man approach. He's not my boyfriend. He asks if I've been a bad girl.
Max: Oooooh...love it...what does he look like? Humiliation is such a powerful turn on too.
Simona: He's in his late 20s or early 30s, younger than me, attractive, dark hair, Hispanic, just my type.
Max: Mmmmm. I love how clearly you see it.
Simona: He puts a hand on the bars and brushes my tits with the other hand.
