Musings and experiences about BDSM and other things decadent

You close the tome you have been absorbing for the last two weeks.  You massage your eyes and then slip it back into the large gap in the line books in your carrel.  A good, long stretch and a flexing of your neck draws from you from the ivory tower back into the real world.  You gather your notes and head out of the library.

Walking across the commons, you spot your roommate, Brenda, chatting with Peters.  She sees you from the corner of her eye and turns to wave at you.  She reminds you that you have only an hour to get ready.  You smile and nod.  You know well that there is    an hour.

As you pass the administration building, Ms. Haven–carrying an arm full of files with her–stops you and tells you that your application for a research grant for your graduate work had been approved.  She notes that you will need to come by her office and get some forms.  You tell her that you will be there first thing in the morning.

You make a B line for the graduate student apartments but are stopped by the Dean.  He asks if your dissertation proposal had received approval.  You tell him that everyone except Professor Hinkley has sent you their comments and revisions.  The Dean nods and says that he will have a chat with Hinkley and that you should expect his feedback by the end of tomorrow.

Finally, you make it into your apartment and put your bag on your desk chair.  You check your email and see one from the Dean reminding you of the requirements for tonight’s presentation. You have a quick shower and then begin to get ready.
You slide the red latex leggings on and then slip on the black Victorian-style ankle boots.  You have gotten used to the three-inch heels in the last year, and loved how they  accentuate your legs and ass.  You take the oiled butt plug and slowly slide it into your backside.  You gasp as the thickest part slides past your sphincter and firmly imbeds this intruder in you. You then put on the leather chastity belt and pull the strap between your legs taut to make sure that the plug cannot pop out.

You carefully pour oil on to your hand spread it over your body.  You put on the elbow-length gloves and latex bikini top that match your leggings. You put on your coat and head off to the campus theatre.

You knock on the stage door.  Ms. Haven opens it and ushers you in quickly.  She takes your coat and points you to the stage.

The huge curtain is down hiding the huge suspension rack that had been build specifically for you.  You see the Dean and the football coach inspecting the rig.  They are both dressed in tuxedos and patent leather shoes.  The Dean waves you over and gives you a hug.

“You know how important this performance is, Sarah?” he asks quietly.  You can hear a loud murmuring on the other side of the curtain.  It must be a full house, you think to yourself.  You smile and nod.

The Dean guides you to the middle of the rack.  He helps you take off your coat and then hands it off to Peters.  The coach takes a squirt bottle and sprays a thin mist of oil over your body which now gleams in the stage lighting.

The Dean straps leather restraints on your wrists and ankles.  Then he and the coach ties you to the rack so that your arms and legs are spread wide apart.  The Dean finally slips a bright red ball gag into your mouth and fastens its strap.

The Dean makes a final check of both the rigging and your glistening body. Once he is satisfied he tells the coach and Peters to move off stage.  He walks to you and smiles.

“Are you ready?”

You nod.

The Dean slips in front of the curtain making sure that no one can see you.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” booms the Dean.  “Welcome to our latest Platinum Donor event.  I hope you all enjoyed the dinner prepared and served by the students our Food Services program.”

There is loud and approving applause.  But you can sense a hint of impatience in their show of praise.
“Your generous contributions on this day,” continues the Dean, “have raised over two million dollars for our scholarship and research grants fund.”  More polite but impatient applause.  “And as always, your guaranteeing a minimum of two hundred thousand dollars over the next year will secure your invitation to the next event in the Winter session.”

“And now, without further adieu, let me present our guest of honor.  She has recently enter our graduate program in psychology and social anthropology.  Her proposed research will explore the nature of BDSM and its role in mainstream society.  Let me introduce for your pleasure, Sarah!”

The curtain rise and you are momentarily blinded by the spotlight shining directly on you.  But you can sense the lustful gazes and carnal appreciation of the audience.  The gasps that emanate from the audience when you appear confirms that feeling.

But before your eyes can adjust to the lighting, the rack begins to slowly turn.  As your back is displayed, you tighten your buttocks slightly to accentuate its firmness.  The effect works.  The audience begins to chatter excitedly.

The Dean grins as he observes the audience’s reaction to you.  He allows you to rotate  a couple of more times before he signals for the rotations to stop.

“You can see that she has a magnificent body.  She is highly skilled in in providing pleasure in all her orifices.  And her ability to withstand pain ranks her among the best of pain sluts.”

“And so let me remind you of the rule governing this auction.  All bids are final and must be paid before you may claim your winnings.  All sex play must be done following accepted safe sex practices, and all impact play is subject to to guidelines outlined in your programs.”

The Dean walks over and stands beside you.  He slips his hand to the belt holding the butt plug in and presses it.  You moan as the plug is edge in deeper.

The Dean looks into the audience. “We will begin with Item One: a flogging session with Sarah. We will start the bidding at ten thousand.”

A numbered paddle is raised in the front row.

“Thank you, Mr. MacMillan.  So I hear twelve thousand?”

Another paddle is raised.  A voice shouts out, “Twenty-thousand!”

The Dean nods to the latest bidder.  “Thank you, Ms. Monroe.  Do we have other bids?  Do I hear twenty-five thousand?”

Macmillan’s paddle shoots up.  Then a voice in the back of the auditorium shouts, “Thirty thousand!”

Monroe counters and adds five thousand.  Suddenly, the bidding war begins.  The sums rise rapidly.  Forty thousand.  Fifty thousand.  Monroe pushes past the other bidders with seventy-five thousand.  Soon the bids pass one hundred thousand.  People become caught up and soon the price is two hundred thousand dollars. The Dean grins as the sums rise.

FInally, Monroe fires a bid of two hundred fifty thousand million dollars.  The audience gasps.

The Dean waits for a moment. “The bid is two hundred fifty thousand dollars.  Do I hear any other bids?  Mr. MacMillan?”

The grey haired mining mogul shakes his head.

The Dean turns to the other bidders but they also refuse to bid further.  The Dean pauses once more.  “The bid is two hundred fifty thousand.  Going once. Going twice.  Sold!  To Ms. Monroe for two hundred fifty thousand.”

The audience applauds as Monroe stands up and walks towards the stage.  She is intercepted by Ms. Haven.  Monroe writes out a check and hands it to the secretary.  The heiress never takes her hungry eyes off of you.  Haven makes a call on her cell phone and after a moment nods to the Dean.  He waves the winning bidder on to the stage.

Ms. Monroe walks behind you and softly caresses your ass.  You here some rustling and then feel a pinching of your nipple.  You gasp.

The impact is soft and gentle at first.  You feel the touch of a heavy suede flogger on your ass.  You barely register the warm glow that is building in your bottom.

But after a few minutes, the strikes start to have more force.  You feel you body beginning to lurch forward with each impact, and the gentle warmth give way to a dull burning.  Monroe strikes harder and harder.  You groan as she puts more and more force behind her swings.

Soon Monroe is hitting you with such force that you seem to be flying forward and back like a ball being bounced against the wall.  You scream behind your gag as Monroe puts all her strength into each stroke.  You feel your head spinning as you move deeper and deeper into subspace.

Monroe grabs your tender ass and digs her nails into your tender flesh.  Your whole body jerks and stiffens as a flood of pain and endorphins runs through you.  Even with the gag filling your mouth, you let out a long, plaintive wail.

When Monroe suddenly lets go of you, the surge of sensations going through you stops and you collapse.  The ropes holding your wrists keep you standing.

You hardly notice the wild applause coming form the audience.  Nor can you fully take in the long, lingering kiss on your mouth as Monroe holds your chin.  You can’t see the sweat pouring from her or the look of satisfaction on her face.

The next bid is even more frenzied as people try to win the privilege of applying the whip to you.  Eventually, the price rises to half a million dollars.  A young Internet entrepreneur steps up and takes his place behind you.

Even though you are high from the flogging, you feel a jolt as the 25 year old snaps the whip on your ass.  You scream as the cracker lands on the edge of your butt crack.  There is no warm up with this player.  He is starting off hard.

You try to compensate by concentrating on the endorphins that were generated by your flogging.  But the bidding war for the single tailing was longer than you had expected, and you have cooled down quite a bit before the whipping could start.

You struggle as the cracker snaps against your ass.  The hand controlling it is well-practiced.  Each strike is positioned exactly where he wants it.  You scream as he increases the intensity.  You beg and plead for mercy, but your entreaties come out as incoherent moans.

Your head sways as you begin to feel a darkness overcoming you. As the intensity ebbs and flows, your mind begins to float above you.  Every so often, a strike snaps you back to reality.  But soon you are deep into that special place fed by a mix of pain, desire and submission.

You are barely cognizant of the cessation of the whipping and the applause.  You can make out the voice of the Dean, but you can’t understand anything he is saying.  You sense that someone is releasing you from your bonds, and there are a pair of strong arms holding you up.

You are lifted up, and you feel a long, hard cock being pressed into your cunt.  You are then pressed down, and another cock slips into your ass.  You are then propped up and a gag with a huge dildo is strapped over your mouth.  You make out the naked body of Ms. Morgan being positioned over you and her sinking her cunt on to the artificial cock.

The cock in your ass pulls back and slips out.  It then trusts back in and you are pressed forward.  The cock in your cunt fills you and your face is pressed into Morgan’s groin.  You can her her sigh as she is filled with this monster strapped to your face.  The man in you ass pulls back again and then slams back into you.  You moan as your sore ass burns with each thrust.

You are fucked like this for a long, long time.  You cum as the endorphins rush into your brain, and you moan as the cocks in your cunt and ass take turns in your violation.

You cum several times.  But the three using your body seem to be inexhaustible.  They grind into you and take pleasure in your submission.  With each of your orgasms, they three gain energy and become more relentless.

The cock in your cunt starts to pulse, and you can sense it is about to cum.  At the same time, The cock in your ass slams hard into you and you are held against the two make bodies as they cum.  Morgan’s grabs your hair and presses your face into her groin as she shudders and you feel her gushing all over you.  The three violators hold themselves against you as they find their release, and then fall back as they sense their satiation.

You make out the standing ovation, and you can see the Dean, secretary and coach smiling as you are lifted and gently carried off stage.

And as you are laid down on a cot backstage, you smile.  You know that when the business of the evening is done, you will be taken to the basement where the staff and faculty are waiting for you.  You know that you will be bound tight, flogged and whipped.  You know that all you openings will be used over and over again.  And you know you will be forced to cum until your body cannot orgasm anymore.

And you will know that you belong, that you are desired, and that you are honored as the ultimate slave.