Shibari Diary
My master leads me, naked and tied into a room containing eight guys. First he makes me stand in the centre of the room for each of the men to look at me, paraded in front of them like a sacrificial virgin in the temple of Athena.
I am blindfolded with my hands tied in front of me. Even with the blindfold tight around my head and face I can tell the room is dark from the flicker of candle light at my feet. I knew there were eight men because my master has told me he had invited only eight. Four had paid £5000 for the privilege of merely watching and masturbating. Their cocks were probably already in their hands in fevered anticipation. Three had parted with even more to be able to touch my body during the event and to be allowed to cum on my body. The final three had paid a total of £32000 for full access to any part of me that they wished to explore. I didn't care though. My master was arranging this for me, to fulfil my own fantasy of being used and desecrated by a group of older men. It didn't matter to me who or what they were. Part of me despised them. They were just fingers, tongues and cocks and fool enough and rich enough to pay for their fantasies. I got live mine for free.
The first rigging wound around my chest in a familiar harness that my master used regularly. Cupping my small breasts in a figure of eight it was secured at the back then down between my legs and around my buttocks in a scorpion rig. This allowed the ropes securing the lifting points to spread my weight when the time came for me to be hoisted up. He then tied my legs in a traditional frog tie, securing each ankle tight against my upper thigh, and then along my leg to the knee, a rope then coming down in a line on the inside and outside of my thighs. He had done this many times and the tight jute rope always made my pussy tingle in anticipation. I wanted to see what was happening. I enjoyed watching him work slowly and methodically, his fingers strong, his muscles writhing to keep the tension in the rope as he secured each join and knot. I loved being at his mercy and he caressed me lovingly throughout. Sometimes, when we were alone and playing, I would cum just at the feel of the rope between my legs, rubbing against my labia, my clit and my anus. I loved to listened to his breathing getting heavy and intense as he worked and I knew that his cock would already be aching to fill me with his seed He could sense my fervour and would press big, lovely hands over my sex until my orgasm was through and my juices leaked out over the natural fibre ropes.
This evening however, we were not alone, and the breathing I could hear was that of the eight men. The sound and smell of their stiff cocks as they stroked them, I could now see as my blindfold had slipped slightly. My hands were now lifted up above my head and I could hear the rattle of the shackles in the ceiling as I was raised until just my knees touched the ground. It was uncomfortable but bearable. I felt two sets of hands lifting me up and a bench covered in soft, padded black leather placed beneath me. I was now meaning forward taking some of my weight on my wrists and arms and some on my knees, which were splayed out. With my back arched my pussy and anus were gaping, and I was ready to receive my first lashes.
The paddle swished through the air and struck with a loud thwack against my left buttock. The pain seared through me, quickly followed by heat and then tingling throughout my genitals. I knew this feeling and loved it, lived for it sometimes to release me from the responsibility of life and deciding, always deciding what to do. Each strike, each blow whether soft or hard, swift or slow was a symphony of excitement. I began to whimper, to beg for mercy, ask part of the role play. One by one the men began to reach the brink of their contentment, and I heard one then two moan in ecstasy, squirting their pathetic loads uselessly between their fingers and down their legs. Then the flogger, its suede tails deceptively harsh against my skin. So many times my master had used this on me, harshly and the gently but this time it was all action, flog, whip and crack.
After that, the hoists were attached to the front of the chest harness and scorpion and I was raised up to waist height. Suddenly I could feel several hands on my body, stroking my rigging, fingers played over my nipples. There was a mouth on my cunt, sucking greedily like a bairn at its mother's teat. A cock was forced into my mouth and exploded cum immediately, dribbling over my chin. It was replaced instantly by another and I had to adjust my jaw to take it into my throat. This one cane within minutes and I had to take all of the stranger's thick white sperm into my stomach.
My legs were forced wide and another cock slide into my wet pussy. Hands on my shoulders pushed me in the swing as the stanger stood still and wanked his cock in my cunt to the rhythm of someone else's thrusts. There must have been someone lying on the bench underneath me as I could feel a third cock straining at my anus. Fingers plied it with lubricant and it suddenly burst through my defenses. I relaxed the muscles in my bowels as my master had taught me when using a dildo in my ass hole as he fucked me....
One by one, each of the pricks inside me swelled and dispensed their sticky white semen. The first ones to cum must have gotten a second wind because I felt showered by globs of hot cum on my face, tits and stomach. I lost any sense of self and gave my body over to them and their lusts, allowing the filth and degradation to be my only existence. Soon my own orgasm came over me in waves and I was lost to the physical world as merely a cum bucket. I did like it though....
After they had me and I was alone with my master, he carried me through the hallway to the bathroom and lowered me gently into a warm, soapy bath. Slowly and softly his hands writhed to cleanse me of their filth and I bring me back to him. To only him..... And we had cash to spend.... |
