First time, go easy on me, but criticism is welcome. Contains many of my personal fetishes.

I was laying on an inclined table in a drafty room, I had one thought on my mind: escape. My hands and feet were bound to the edges for the table, my body bare for anyone to see. My legs were spread open and my large breasts had shifted to either side, my now-hard nipples pointed mostly away from each other. I shared the room with one other person, and he was fitting a large vibrating object between my legs. I was quickly dripping at the sensation. My body quivered as he slid the object inch by inch deeper into me. The object found its home in the deepest parts of me, making me moan when it finally slid into place. It filled me well. I pulled at the silken entrapments at my wrists and ankles, to no avail. My body writhed from the vibration as I again struggled at the silk, a dull ache setting into my wrists. I thought again: escape!

The man left the room and I began planning my exit. The silk at my right wrist was not at tight as the one on my left, and I thought perhaps I could slip my hand through. However, the man returned before I could put my plan into action, and he had another object meant for me. He had prepared a chastity belt, though this one was affixed with a sixteen inch rubber piece in the middle. I shook again from the vibration and he used the opportunity to get the belt around me, fastening it at the sides around my legs. He began working the rubber piece between the only available hole left between my legs. The rubber crept into me, and even when I thought I could not possibly take any more it continued in. I could feel every inch of it, every curve it took, every wall it touched. My body trembled as the metal slid in place over my hips, and was locked into place. I quickly found out that there were ridges protruding from the belt over my clit, meaning that any movement would cause those ridges to rub against my clit. My hips had begun to move in time to the vibration, which was no longer constant, but turning on and off every three seconds or so. This combined with the ridges, and the rubber felt indescribably wonderful.

My body was racked by another orgasm, I shook and gasped, my breasts moving wildly as my body reacted in pleasure. When the pleasure finally began to subside, the man left the room again. I knew I had little time, so I quickly began to pull my hand through the silk loop. Once my hand was free, I set about freeing the remainder of my limbs. Once free of the silk, I sat over the edge of the table, and stood up. My breasts were once again able to settle in front of me. I began walking to the door the man had been using to enter and leave. The feeling of each piece of the apparatus around and between my legs was interesting to say the least. Every step brought me closer to orgasm, I had to stop occasionally to resettle myself. I reached the door and peered through. The next room was large, familiar and empty. It was lit mostly by candles, which bathed the room in an orange light. I was headed the right way. Since the man was nowhere in sight I entered the room. It was much warmer in the larger room, and I began to feel a thin layer of sweat coat my body. I could see on the far wall the door I had entered from initially, and began to make my way there.

As I approached the final door, my legs collapsed underneath me and I fell to my knees. I began to shudder, the orgasm building inside me was massive. I ground my hips into the belt and as all three pieces went harder into me. I began gasping and shaking, pressing one hand onto the belt in hopes of pushing the objects in me deeper. My toes curled, my eyes rolled up, and I let out a moan that echoed in the large room. It took several minutes to come back from the depths of that ocean of pleasure. When I finally recovered and looked down at the door, there was another person in the room. I had forgotten about the guard at this door. She closed the door behind her. She was tall and every inch of her was tanned. She had brown hair that ended right above her plump ass. She had a plain face and naturally large round breasts, her nipples were pointed and erect. Between her legs was a massive horse cock. Her breasts and cock swayed side to side as she walked closer to me. Her body was covered with sweat and glistened by the time she reached me.

I sat on my knees in the middle of the floor, the tip of her fat cock was less than an inch from my nose. I was still reeling from the last orgasm as she said in a soft voice, “My, my. You really have given us quite the show. But I’m afraid you’re not out yet.” She pressed her hips forward and the flat tip of cock broke the seal between my lips. She placed a hand on the back of my head and urged me forward. My lips sealed around her cock and I heard her moan as she thrust into my mouth. Her cock was at the back of my throat, and I was sucking and licking it as she thrust between my lips. Now that she was close, I noticed that her testicles were not normal, they were the size of melons. Her hand never left the back of my head, sometimes pulling my hair, other times pressing me forward. Her moaning grew more frequent, and the rocking motion was near to setting me off again. Her cock pressed deeper into my throat and I felt a little hot liquid drip down my throat. I had no control over whether to swallow, it was already so far down. But then she back her cock up until the flat tip was between my lips and my teeth. She whispered through her own ecstasy, “don’t spill a drop.” I grabbed her cock with both hands and twisted slightly while stroking. Thoughts of escape fled my mind as I sucked hard at the tip and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. I swallowed and it kept pouring into my mouth. I swallowed again. The seal my lips had was strained by the amount of cum in my mouth. I kept swallowing, trying to keep pace with the building pressure. I swallowed eight more times, and finally my mouth was mostly clear, save for the small amounts of cum stuck to my tongue, teeth, and the little that still dropped from the tip. I was breathless, but I kept sucking to get every last drop from her cock. Her body spasms slightly when I did not break the seal, and the sight sent me over the edge again.

When I came down from the orgasm, her tip was still in my mouth, and there was nothing left coming out of it. She pulled her tip from my lips, fighting the suction, and said breathlessly, “Alright, you’re good to go.” She opened the door and gestured me out. “Finally,” I thought, “Escape!” I walked through the door, past the guard, and into the another area. There were several others in the room, some on couches, others chairs, and still more laid out on the floor. All were completely naked except one, all were watching the door I had just walked through. There were screens on the walls, showing the rooms I had just been in from several angles. I hadn’t even noticed the cameras in my euphoria. I noticed that several of the people in the room were touching themselves, and who could blame them given what they’d just seen? I walked past them, still aware of the vibrations and ridges, still feeling every inch of the rubber at every step. I walked to the back of the room towards a desk containing the only clothed person. It was the man who had put the belt on me what felt like days ago, though I knew it had only been an hour or two. The desk had a sign that read “reception” and a logo on the front for the company he worked for. I said to him, “that was some of your finest work, you didn’t make getting out easy, and I had a helluva time doing it.” He smiled and responded while staring at my chest “goddamn I love this line of work.” He stood up, chuckled, and took a key ring off his belt. While he was flipping though the keys he said, “I’m glad you enjoyed your visit, and we hope to see you again soon!” He unfastened the locks on the belt and slowly pulled the vibrator out, it had turned off when I first entered the reception area, but I hadn’t noticed until just now. Then came the rubber piece, it was a strange feeling having it pulled from me, it felt like it was becoming a part of me, especially towards the end. With all his equipment back in his possession, he pointed me towards another door, this one to a changing room. He said, “your clothes are in there, you can either dress in there or out here, whichever suits you.” I changed in the separate room, adding to my accessories a new butt plug. I left wearing my new accessory under my clothes. As I drove away, I considered what I would do this evening. Perhaps I’ll find someone to take home, go to a bar, or maybe a movie. But first, a bath.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ac28ri/first_time_go_easy_on_me_but_criticism_is_welcome

One comment on “First time, go easy on me, but criticism is welcome. Contains many of my personal fetishes.

  1. Good pacing good tale, Hits some buttons for me with the fetishes. You have good flow. Hope to see more

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