Musings and experiences about BDSM and other things decadent

You try to raise your head but the Dean Presses your forehead and gently forces it back on to the marble slab.  It’s strapped down, and he chains holding your wrists and ankles are pulled so that you are spread open and held down tight.

The Dean stands in front of you and smiles.  He gestures towards you and several people surround you.  The Dean reaches down and brings up a crystal bottle.  He pours its contents on to you.  You smell lavender coming the oil dripping down your skin.

The oil is spread and massaged into you. You feel a dozen hands softly lovingly caressing you.  Fingers play with your nipples while others penetrate you.  You feel your body surrendering to the warmth building in your cunt. You moan as a tongue flicks your clit and then lips suck it softly.  You arch your back, but the restraints holding you prevent any kind of movement.

The hands, fingers and lips playing with you moves more forcefully.  You feel three fingers slipping into your cunt.  The fingers curl as they press in to stimulate your g-spot.  You gasp as both your nipples are pressed gently between two sets of teeth.  Your breathing becomes ragged as your orgasm begins to form.  The fingers in your cunt move in and out faster and faster as a muscular tongue draws circles around your clit.  A single finger presses on your asshole and slowly forces itself in.
You gasp as your orgasm rumbles through your body. You moan as the fingers in you cunt pound into you with short, fast and insistent strokes.  You feel a second orgasm immediately after the first and you softly wail.  The fingers in your cunt and ass slowly withdraw and the lips playing with your clit give it one last lingering kiss.

You think that you are about to be release so that you can be tortured with the flogger or the whip. But the hands on your body continue to caress your skin, and a new set of lips  attaches themselves on to your clit.  Fingers penetrates you again and work to coax another orgasm out of you.

You allow yourself to take in this second wave.  Your body relaxes to the movements of the hands massaging your oiled skin.  You vary the tension of your vaginal walls to heighten the pleasure of the digits fucking you.  You tighten as another wave of orgasms begin to overtake you.  You cry out this time because they are more intense and longer.  You shake as each burst of energy releases in your groin.

You cum for five minutes before the hands fucking you slide out of you.  The insides of your thighs ache from the convulsions of the orgasms, and the inside of your cunt feel sore from the penetrations.

But now a huge dildo is pressed into you and instead of lips, a Hitachi is pressed against your clit.  The dildo is well lubed so that it slips into you easily, but this new violation is slightly uncomfortable.  The finger fucking and orgasms have made your cunt feel a little raw.

But the dildo starts to fuck you, and your mind is diverted to the Hitachi attacking your clit.  It throbs as it becomes overstimulated.  The sensation shifts from intense pleasure to a throbbing ache.  You scream as  the dildo and Hitachi rip another orgasm from you that causes you lower body to convulse.  You scream from a blend of pain, pleasure and release.  You shake and can hardly catch your breath.

But the dildo and the Hitachi do not stop.

You try to beg between each ragged breath, but no coherent words are being formed.  You struggle violently against your restraints both to escape and to create a distraction from the fucking you are suffering.  But you are too tightly bound and can do nothing but feel the full force of the stimulation between your legs.

You begin to sob as another orgasm wracks your body.  Each pulse is worse than the hardest lash of the single tail and the cruelest strike of the cane.  Your insides are on fire as the convulsions strain the muscles along your legs, up your hips and back, and t the base of your neck.  You muster every drop of strength you have to fight through the torture of the latest orgasm and scream out the only words that you can form in your cum-addled mind.

“PLEASE!!!! Mer-cy.”  You voice trails off.  You have nothing left.
But the orgasms are still being forced out of you.  The lower part of your body has become so sensitive that each thrust  of the dildo causes you to cum.  Your stomach muscles throb and you feel as if your vaginal walls have been reduced to pulp.  Each thrust of the dildo sends shards of pain through you.  Yet you still cum and cum and cum.

And you suffer with each one.

When you are finally released for this torture, you continue to shake form small bursts of orgasm.  Even when you are released from your bonds, you cannot move your arms or legs because you are still feeling the cycle of tension and release in your groin.

After what seems like days, your body relaxes.  Someone, you can’t tell who, lifts you and carries you.  You have no sense where you are going.

Eventually, you are gently set down in your bed.  A coll, soothing hand caresses your forehead.  You can hear the voices of Brenda, Ms. Haven and the Dean, but you can’t make out what they are saying.  You feel a soft kiss on your forehead before you finally fall into a deep, oblivious sleep.