Squire's Surprise

Human sexuality is a unique thing, especially through the eyes of the human psyche.  Take sexual fantasies, many people have fantasies they are not willing to live out.  As an example, many women have fantasies of being forcefully taken, even raped.  These same women would never desire for this to happen in reality.  Most people have fantasies they never want to act out.  I guess that is where I am broken.  For me, every fantasy is a goal.  I think of each as something I would try, if given the chance.

Sometimes, however, I have found that the fantasy is much better than the reality.  Every time I try something, I risk that, yet I have never regretted trying something.

One of the best things I ever did was to enter into a submissive relationship with someone willing to try things.  M’Lady, as I have been instructed to call her, is always in tune with my fantasies.  More importantly, as I tell them to her, she starts to figure out how to make them come true.  I love to have my limits challenged and I even love to be pushed beyond my limits.  Of course, most of the time, she doesn’t need my fantasies for that.  She always kept me on my toes that way, figuratively and sometimes even literally.

I had shared many of my fantasies with M’Lady prior to this special day.  Secretly I hoped she would fulfill one of my fantasies, but I would not know till it was too late.  So I am committed to something, not knowing what I have gotten myself into, and once I start, I will be powerless to stop it.  Usually, I would at least have my safe-word, that magic word that let M’Lady know that I was too uncomfortable, that it was going from a good experience to a bad one.

But today was a special day.  I looked down at the letter.  It was simple:

Pack only these items:
Toothbrush and Toothpaste
Shampoo
Deodorant
Medicines
If you bring anything else, it will be thrown out, so do not even try.  No change of clothes, NOTHING else.

Show up to the location on the map.

Oh and squire, forget any safe-words.

The last line aroused me and frightened me at the same time.  I placed the key into the lock and turned it.  My mind raced, what would I find on the other side of the door?  I walked in.  The room was dark, very dark.  My eyes couldn’t adjust to the change fast enough.  My vision was gone.  As I stepped further in, the door shut behind me.

I stood there, in complete darkness.

My left and right wrist were grabbed and pulled behind my back.  I had little time to react to it.  It all happened too fast.  I felt the leather cuffs locked closed then locked together.  I pulled a little, to assure everything was as it felt.  It was.  Next the leather collar encircled my neck and, as with the wrist, was locked closed.  Some people feel very sensitive about having restraints locked on them, as if it were too much control being given up.  For me, I needed that control to be stripped from me.  If I were able to get out, I would never be able to truly immerse myself into the submissive world.

My eyes were starting to clear, the black blobs turning into gray blobs.  As if she were reading my mind, the gray blobs were taken away from me; the blackness of the blindfold was my only vision now.  I felt something attached to my wrist, and then they were pulled to the small of my back.  Next, the tugging on my wrist extended to the collar around my neck.  Click.

I tried to pull my arms from the small of my back and felt the pressure on my throat.  My arms were well taken care of.  Next I felt the familiar roundness of the ball gag being pressed into my mouth.  It was my gag, larger than the one M’Lady had purchased.  My mouth was stretched wide and well filled with the rubber ball.  I felt hands at my waist, as my shorts were undone.  My shorts fell to my ankles.  Next my boxers were allowed to drop.

Attention was next drawn to my ankles as I felt them freed of my clothing and the ankle cuffs placed around them.  My legs were pushed apart and I could feel the bar being placed against my left ankle.  Then my legs were pressed further apart and my write ankle was locked into place.  I could tell that this was the smaller of the two spreader bars, else I would be stretched too far.

My mind raced, thinking what would come next.  Nothing.  It seemed as though I were standing there forever.  Time passes slowly when you are awaiting the unknown.  Then I felt something, tugging at my collar only this time it was from the front.  A hand was placed on my chest.  Next, I felt a pulling on my collar.  I bent forward and the hand helped me not to fall.  My hands behind my back, I had no way of doing it myself.

There was now a hand wrapping around my scrotum, pulling my testicles down, away from my body.  I realized what was attached to my collar as I felt the rope threaded through the bar separating my ankles.  The pulling got stronger and the hand left my chest.  I had to maintain this position now.  I struggled to hold my balance, as the rope was pulled tighter.  At the same time, my balls were pulled painfully downward.  Then I felt the rope wrapping around the scrotum, tightly.  Many times in the past M’Lady made mistakes in tying my balls, allowing them to slip loose.  This was not one of those times.

I tried to stand up and found quickly that the rope was indeed well tied and strung tight.  The slightest attempt to stand put far too much pulling pressure on my poor trapped balls.  Enough pain ensued to assure I would not try another time.  But the pain made me squirm and I lost my delicate balance.  I started to fall forward.  My mind was just starting to brace me for impact when my chest made contact with something soft.  I fell less than an inch and found something there to support me.  Padded, but firm.  I thought about what it could be.  It felt like a pillow.  A light bulb went on in my head; I figured it must have been the back of a chair.  I relaxed a little, knowing that I was stable.  Well I should say I tried to relax.  It is a little tough to relax tied as I was.

I must have made a sight.  Legs spread wide, hands in the small of my back, bent forward like a gymnast, blindfolded and gagged.  There was a silence, nothing going on at all.  The silence never lasts.  I felt something being placed over my ears, then soft music.  I heard Enya gradually getting louder and louder.  I could hear only Enya now.  My mind started to slip into the music.  I forgot the state of my body for a moment.  Then I felt a strange sensation.  My mind took a few moments to realize that something was happening to my body.

There was a feeling… I could not figure out what it was.  Something sharp?  No, perhaps it was hot, wax maybe?  No, it was cold.  That was it, something cold.  I felt it gushing down and covering my anus.  I realized what this was and what was next.  Then I felt what I knew was coming.  Pressure, and more lubricant, worked into my anus.  I felt it, a finger entering me, penetrating, massaging me from the inside.  Then another finger entered me, the two working together, loosening my, helping me to adjust to the intrusion.  I relaxed, allowing myself to be opened.  The fingers left me stretched and awaiting the next invader.  The next feeling was very much anticipated.  Pressure, something a great deal larger forced into me.  It was long, wide.  I tried to feel as much as I could, trying to figure out exactly what it was.  My mind pictured it, a nice think long dildo, penetrating me.  It must have been either the strap-on or a dildo.  I felt the head of it as it pressed through my sphincter.

I waited for one of two things to happen.  I knew from experience that if it were a dildo, it would be taped in place and if it were the strap-on, thrusting would ensue.  Neither happened.  The pressure lessened a little, but the object continued to penetrate me.  I tried to imagine what was happening.  Perhaps it was the dildo, some how held in place.

I felt a touch on my head as the gag was removed.  Then it was indeed the dildo that penetrated me.  I thought for a moment what could be holding it so firmly in place.  As the ball was removed from my mouth, I stretched my jaw, sore from being held open.  As I did, I felt something pushed into my mouth.  Long, thick.  Perhaps this was the strap-on; I was to give it a blowjob then.  I wrapped my mouth around it.  Something was different.  My tongue probed as I found that this was not cold or rubbery, more warm and fleshy.  As my tongue moved over it, I felt skin move.

I was shocked.  This was not M’Lady at all.  I started to pull back and was met with a thrust from the rear.  I felt the invader bury itself deep in my ass, pushing me forward, thrusting the hot cock deep in my mouth.  I pulled back, gagging and was met with another thrust in the rear.  Again the cock in my mouth went deep, sliding down my throat.  I suppressed the urge to gag, trying to relax.  The motions became well timed.  I was pressed forward, swallowing the cock, and then moved back only to be pressed forward again.  Soon my body was in a continual sway.

I started to loose my senses as the rhythm overcame me.  The sounds of Enya still filling my head, my mind wandered.  Then shock overtook me.  I realized that since I entered the room, I had never seen M’Lady nor heard her voice.  I was now, tied in a very precarious position, sucking the cock of an unknown man, while someone fucked me up the ass.  I assumed that it was M’Lady with the strap-on, but I knew nothing for sure.  What if whatever was invading my anus was not M’Lady either.  Perhaps two men, then where was M’Lady and who was using me?  Fear came over me for a moment.  I was unable to stop the motion.  I felt the cock in my mouth swell and stiffen.  The trusting of the cock became faster and stronger and I felt hands on the back of my head.  Then a giant thrust as the cock slid down my throat and I felt something hot burst, the cock pulled from my throat and continued to explode in my mouth.  I never expected this, the hot sensation.  I had tasted my own orgasm before.  But this was not mine and tasted different.  The cock spilled what seemed to me like gallons of the hot semen filled my mouth.  I swallowed, feeling it slide down my throat and hit my stomach.

The cock stayed in my mouth.  I realized that the pounding from the rear had stopped too.  Then the invader in my mouth withdrew, only to be replaced quickly by the ball gag.  I sat there, catching my breath.  For the first time I noticed just how aroused I was.  I had fantasies about being used by another man, but never expected this.  I still didn’t know who was using me and if M’Lady was even there.  I felt the anal intruder slowly removed.  My anus was sore, as was my jaw.  Violated, that is what I was feeling, but it aroused me.

There was something going on, I felt one of the headphones covering my ear being lifted away and a voice.  Calmness came over me as I recognized it.  M’Lady whispered to me, “Such a good slut you are.”  Then the headphone was replaced and the sounds of Enya continued filling my head.  I felt a hand lifting me off of the soft comfort of the chair.  Then I was let back down, but this time I found a cold flat surface.  My chin touched the surface.  It must be a table I reasoned.

Then the gag was once again removed from my mouth.  This time it was quickly replaced with something that I knew well.  My tongue ran over the penis shape of the gag.  Images of the long thick dildo now protruding from my mouth filled my head.  I felt a hand grab my hair and pull back.  My extension of my mouth was then lowered into the thighs of someone, I was sure it was M’Lady this time.  I could smell her scent, her lust.  She wanted my face to fuck her.  Her hand in my hair pulled my head back then pressed it forward.  I caught the motion and no longer needed the encouragement.  I buried my face then pulled back, pounding the protrusion into her.  I could sense her excitement.  I could feel my own.  I continued to do what I was there to do.

Again I started to be lost in the motions.  I was brought out of this world by something cold being dripped onto my sore anus.  This time there was no warm up.  I felt the pressure instantly.  I knew what it was.  I felt as the warm cock entered my rear an immediately began thrusting.  A strap-on was different.  I didn’t know that until now.  I could feel much more as the cock slid in and out.  As my intruder pressed into me, I felt his balls slap against me.  It was as if they themselves were dominating me, slapping me, teasing me.  My anus hurt a lot now.  This penetration was more abrupt.  I knew now how women felt.  Men were less gentle; I understood that now.  My face pounded into the hot wet pussy before it, covering it in the scent and juices of M’Lady’s arousal.  I felt the hands on my head quicken; she was reaching her orgasm.  I worked harder.  The cock in my ass was reaching it’s exploding point as well.  The whole motion was a feverish pace. Then my head was held in place, pressing deep into the warm whole.  How I wished that I were the protrusion, feeling the muscles tightening, milking the dildo.  At the same moment I felt something else.  It was like a warm explosion inside of me.  The cock pumped its load deep into my hole.  The stream of warmth seemed to gush forever inside of me.

No one moved.  The dildo gag stayed in position, as did the cock that penetrated me.  Then as if a magical sign were given, my face was removed from the depths of M’Lady’s thighs as the anal invader pulled out.

I was left there for a while.  When you are restrained, your senses removed, even a moment lasts forever.  This was indeed an eternity.  I could hardly remember any of this even starting.  All my mind could think of was the fullness of my stomach and my rectum.  I could sense nothing else.  Then I realized how much my body was hurting.  My back was sore from bending so.  How long had I been in this position?  Long enough for whoever the man was to have two orgasms.  Of course that assumed that it was only one man.  Perhaps now I held the semen of two men in me.  I dismissed that, thinking of how difficult it probably was for M’Lady to be comfortable with having just one other person there.  But I knew nothing fore sure.

The music stopped and the headphones were removed.  There was nothing to hear though.  My neck was next, released from the rope that held me in place.  I stood up and stretch as best I could.  Next my ankles were released, followed by my wrists.  I stretch my limbs out, returning the lost circulation.  I still could not see nor could I speak.  I stood in place.  Not sure where I could move to.  A hand touched my shoulder.  Pressing me forward, I walked as directed.  Then it forced me to sit.

“Hands in front,” M’Lady’s voice instructed, “I have a present for you.”  I did as instructed and felt my hands locked together again, then pulled downward.  They were attached to something; I assumed a chain or rope.  Whatever it was, it prevented me from raising my hands above the edge of the seat.

The blindfold was removed and light rushed in.  I was blind for a moment as my eyes adjusted to the light.  It was in fact very well lit.  Different then when I first walked in.  I looked around the room.  The first thing I noticed is that only M’Lady was there.  No sign at all of the third person.  I started to question my sanity.  There had been a third person, hadn’t there?  The taste in my mouth reminded me that it had all actually happened.  I started to reflect.  Who had seen me?  Who was it that used me as a toy and just left without ever allowing me to see them?  I felt lowly.  I was always aroused that the idea of being humiliated.  Now here I was, truly humiliated.  My body was betraying my thoughts; I was still so very aroused.  My attention was directed away from myself as M’Lady passed in front of me and placed a tape into the VCR which sat below the TV I was now looking at.  She rewound the tape and looked over her shoulder at me.  I looked to my side and noticed, for the first time, the video camera, set on a tripod.  It had captured my whole ordeal.

“My sweet squire, your humiliation is far from over.”  With those words, M’Lady pressed play and sat back as I watched, waiting to see myself violated and used.  As each moment passed, I slipped deeper and deeper.  I didn’t want to watch.  I was afraid.  I saw myself there, tied in position and watched as I was penetrated by M’Lady’s strap-on.  My heart sunk, I knew what would come next.

The End
 
 

18.07.02