Musings and experiences about BDSM and other things decadent

“You really should get up now, you know.”

You open your eyes and see a caterpillar standing a few inches from your face. It is not a cartoon caterpillar.  It is one the black and yellow furry ones that you used to catch when you were a little girl.

“You are very late,” it snootily informs you as it turns and begins to undulate down the path.

You get up and watch it slowly move down the road.  “Late for what?”  you ask.

You can see the caterpillar sign deeply and turn around.

“For your initiation, of course, you silly girl,” drones the bug in its must exasperated voice.  “Now hurry up and go down this road.”

You are about to run down, but you realize that you are naked.

“Should I find some clothes first?” you inquire to the insect.

The caterpillar stops again and turns.  If it had arms, it would be standing with its hands on its hips.  If it had hips.

“They will be provided to you at the ceremony.”

You curtsy and then run off leaving the priggish insect far behind you.

You run down the road for hours, but you never seem to get anywhere.  You are starting to think that you are passing the same tree over and over again.  You notice that the ladybug reading the tiny newspaper while riding the hummingbird has passed you at least five times.  And the cloud shaped like a butt plug has moved across the sky at least seven times.

Finally, you come to a tall hedge.  You don’t see an entrance way, but there is a small opening under one of the bushes.  You bend down and begin to crawl under the hedge.

You feel someone grab your hips from behind.  A cock slips into your cunt and you feel someone fucking you doggie-style.  You try to turn to see who it is, but the hedge  blocks your view. And then you feel someone slap your ass sharply and you quick turn your head forward.

Whoever is fucking you is in a hurry.  You feel him pounding quickly with a sense of urgency.  But you begin to get into the person’s rhythm and you start to push your hips back in unison with his thrusts.  You begin to feel a warm wave overtaking you.  You rub your clit and close your eyes to concentrate on the sensation.  You feel your cunt beginning to compress the cock inside it.  Finally you orgasm just as the person unloads his cum inside of you.

You gather your senses and quickly squeeze yourself under the hedge before your assailant can have another go.  You scramble up and turn to see who is following you.

A large, yellow rabbit wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the words “World’s Best Lover” emblazoned on the front pops through and stands before you.

“For fuck’s sake!” booms a voice behind you.

“Quite right,” says the rabbit in a most satisfied voice as he zips up his pants and triumphantly marches past you.

You turn to follow the rabbit and are shocked to see a large marble altar filled with cakes, pastries and coffee cups.  Sitting on one side of the altar is a small mole wearing leather chaps.  Beside him is a chipmunk wearing a red latex skirt and bra.  On the other side of the altar are three penguins wearing matching Hawaiian shirts.  And at the head of the altar sits a huge octopus.

“Please sit down and join us, Sarah,” says the octopus in a very calm, but authoritative voice.

You look around and see a giant mushroom growing at the end of the altar.  You carefully ease yourself onto the huge fungus and are relieved that it is not only stable but very comfortable as well.

The mole fumbles on the table looking for something.  The chipmunk slaps him across the head and reaches over to grab an empty teacup.  You accept it graciously.  The mole toddles over carrying a large teapot and offers to pour you a cup.  You hold out your cup, but the mole misses it by a foot.  The octopus rolls its eyes.  It extends one of its arms and guides the mole’s aim to the right spot.

“Thank you very much,”  you say.

The mole smiles and bows.  And then he trips on a pebble and falls head over heel back  to his chair.

One of the penguins passes a silver tray with a large assortment of cupcakes.  You notice that they have the shape of either a penis or a pussy.  You select one that has three penises made of butter-cream.  The penguins look at each other and nod in approval.

The octopus pushes itself up and seems to have grown to twice its original size.  You notice that it is standing on four of its tentacles allow it to keep the other four free to use as it wants.

“Do you know why you are here, Sarah?” asks the cephalopod.

“I am here for an initiation,” you reply.

“Correct!” says the octopus, pointing to the sky with one of its free tentacles as a way of confirming your answer.  “And do you know what you are being initiated to?”

You shake your head.  “No, sir,” you say sheepishly.

The octopus turns bright red and swells even larger.  “Where is that damn caterpillar?” it booms.

You hear a huffing and puffing behind you.  The caterpillar that you first saw when you woke is leaning against the base of your mushroom.

“I am here, your Lordship,” wheezes the insect.

“Why didn’t you tell her what she was being prepared for?” barks the now deep crimson mollusk.

“She ran off before I could finish,” mumbles the caterpillar.  “I thought she would have picked me up and taken me with her, but she went off and left me standing there.”

The octopus sighs and then walks over to you.

“I am sorry, sir,” you say to the octopus.  “The gentleman here had told me that I was late and so I ran down as fast as i could.”

The octopus nods and this shade of red softens.  It clears the altar of all the food as it speaks to you.

“You are here to be initiated into the loyal order of slaves, Sarah.  And not just and slave, mind you.  You are to become a fuck slave of the first order.  You are to surrender your being and become a conduit of desire and pleasure.  You will submit yourself and your openings to those who own you. And you will learn to serve them with the skill and artistry that only the most accomplished sex slaves are capable of.  You will not be just a sex toy; you will be a gateway to transcendence.”

“I understand, sir,” you say with all humility.

The chipmunk stands on the table holding a beautifully wrapped box.  You take it and unwrap the contents.  You find latex leggings and g-string, a leather under bust corset, and Victorian-style patent leather ankle boots.  You put the leggings, g-string and boots.  You slip the corset on to your torso but have trouble lacing the back.  The chipmunk offers to help, and so you turn so that she can pull on the strings.  She pulls hard and you almost faint from the constriction to your body.  But the feeling soon subsides.

“Most excellent!” cries the chipmunk.  You smile.

“Most excellent, indeed,” says the octopus.  It gestures to the table.  “Please lie on the altar, Sarah.”  You climb up on to marble slab and lie with your legs closed and you arms at your sides.

The octopus crawls on to the altar and spreads its tentacle wide.  It points the tips to the sky and closes its eyes and stays in silent medication for a long while. You watch it and can hear it muttering some incantation.  You can’t make out the words, but you think you hear some latin phrases.

After 30 minutes, the octopus opens its eyes and looks at you.

“We have come to initiate this entity into the ways of the sex slave.  We call on the Tops to give her the ability to withstand pain, to hold her orgasms until commanded to release them and to accept the humiliations that will be hurled at her.  We ask the Dominants to bestow upon her the gifts of subservience, surrender and seduction.  We beg the Masters and Mistresses to grant her the ideals of obedience, devotion and service.”

The other creatures bow their heads and stand as the octopus makes his incantation.  They then move away from the altar.

The octopus stretches itself out becoming many times its original size.  Its skin turns black and its eyes begin to glow red.  It looks down and you, and for a moment, you become terrified.

The octopus grabs your ankles with two of its tentacles and your wrists with two others.  It isn’t wet and slimy.  It is muscular and fleshy.  It feels more like a huge snake than and ocean creature.

“What should I call you?” you ask as the tentacles open your legs.

The octopus bows slightly as it says its name.  “*Tenir*,” it politely informs you.

“Ah!” you squeak as one of its tentacles pushes your g-string aside and penetrates your cunt.  “Then are you an active verb?”

The octopus shakes its head.

“More of an irregular one,” it says nonchalantly as it forces another of its tentacles into your ass.

You cry out as you feel the tentacles in your ass and cunt swell.  Another tentacle invades your mouth muffling your screams.  You feel yourself being lifted off the altar and the tentacles in your opening beginning to fuck you hard.

There is a shock as you feel someone paddling your ass.  It is soft  but stiff.  You feel one paddle, then another and another.  Your ass is generating heat from the beating it is getting.  The you realize that the penguins are slapping your ass with their wings. Your ass burns as each bird strikes you.

Your first orgasm comes just as the penguins begin to speed up their strikes.  You arch your back and struggle against the tentacles holding your limbs.  But you are being held tight, and the second orgasm is so strong that it seems to emanate from the pit of your stomach and radiates to your groin.  The third consumes your entire body, and your screams resonate through the air even with the tentacle fucking your mouth muzzling you.

And with each orgasm, the octopus seems to gain more strength and grow even larger.  The tentacles in your ass and cunt are rock hard and make you feel like you are being fucked with baseball bats.  You cum with each thrust, and as the octopus quickens its pace, your body starts to resonate like a tuning fork.

You feel your body being shifted so that you are being held face down.  The penguins continue paddling your red hot ass with their wings, but now the chipmunk and mole are under you and are single tailing your tits.

The octopus spreads your arms and legs wider making your body stiffen like a board.  Your cunt, ass and mouth are flowing.  Your orgasms are now making your head flash with explosions of light.  The endorphins from the paddling and whips are pushing you further and further out of your body.

And then you have one last orgasm.

It is so strong that you rip yourself out of the octopus’s grasp.  It is so strong, the penguins, mole and chipmunk are flung into the hedges.  It is so strong that the marble altar is pulverized into dust.  You scream to release the tension, the lust and your being into farthest points of the known universe.

And then you open your eyes.

You feel the chains pulling on your ankles and wrists.  You feel the sweat between your back and ass and the marble slab you are chained to.  And you see the Dean standing over you with a wicked smile.

“Welcome to the real world, Sarah.”