About a week ago I hit up a friend of mine to hang out. Being completely honest, I absolutely want to fuck her. To be fair, she’s short, cute, sexy, and when I first met her, she was completely naked.
That was over a year ago. We talked a bit, we almost set up a scene to play together, and ultimately things didn’t work out. This isn’t a story about me fucking her. In fact, we made it clear to each other that right now we just need some platonic hanging out and catching up. We batted around a few options on text, and then she let me know that she’d be heading to a dungeon for an open party.
It was actually the same party that I had originally met her. Being that I missed my friend, I let her know that I’d do my best to show up. We joked a bit about how I still want to fuck her, and I started building up a plan to make sure my more primal desires didn’t fuck up our friendship. She, on the other hand, built up a plan to tease me knowing full well we’d be in an environment where I couldn’t even touch her.
I quickly texted my Fucktoy, which is what I’ve been calling my regular play partner. We’ve been toying around with a lot of bondage lately, and I knew she wanted to get in a real dungeon experience. I let her know that I was also going to meet a friend, a friend I’m not allowed to touch, so expect to have it taken out on her later. She was giddy.
Then I told her she wasn’t allowed to cum until I said so. That made her less giddy.
I sent Fucktoy the rules of the dungeon, along with what I wanted her to wear. The most important detail was making sure she had her collar on, a cute little rhinestoned thing with a heart ring at the center.
Inside the dungeon, I clasped a leash to her collar and took her for a walk. I’m not super huge into the dungeon lifestyle, but I’ve been to this one a few times. Enough that I felt comfortable showing her the rooms – one for rope and wrestling, one with saw horses and crosses, another with a bed. A nice main stage with a slew of stripper poles. We checked out some of the vendors, none of which had a nice mask for her, sadly.
Initially, Fucktoy was slipping into the slave mentality and doing exactly what I asked her to. I found this amusing, because she is far more a switch or a brat than a slave. And eventually, her brat nature got the better of her. She admitted to breaking a rule I had set. She did in fact cum after I told her not to.
The worst part is she told me this inside the room filled with padded sawhorses.
I walked her in front of one, then started to unbuckle her belt. I gave her a quick “stoplight check,” where I request a safeword status from her. She saw what was coming, and gave me a Green status. I pulled her jeans down, and bent her over the sawhorse.
At that very moment, seven or eight kinksters spilled into the room. I’m not sure if it was a coincidence, or if they all saw me pull down the jeans of a tall, attractive woman. Either way, I enjoyed the audience. I gave her a second stoplight check, as this was new to her. She stayed green, and I started to spank her. She was a good little fucktoy and took her punishment, so I let her pull her pants back up.
I was starting to worry that my exhibitionist friend wasn’t going to show, when I got a quick tap on my shoulder. It was her, but clothed and nervous. We talked briefly, I introduced her to Fucktoy, and she had to run off to check on something.
Not two minutes later, she was back, naked and smiling. The source of the nervousness was resolved, and we had a fun chat. I did my best to balance my personalities – the kind, honest guy that’s there for his friends, and the cruel, sexual monster that I sometimes let out. I could feel my cock throbbing. I wanted to drag her onto the stage and fuck her in front of the audience of 50 kinksters. I wanted my fucktoy to watch as her “Daddy” used another woman. Then I wanted to cum all over her tits, and make my fucktoy lick her clean.
But I kept that in check, knowing full well I was going to be using my fucktoy in just a bit. Now it was just a matter of torturing the fucktoy.
For about another hour, we watched as more exhibitionists strode around. Gorgeous young women were getting groped in the shadowy corners, and subs were bent over and flogged, spanked, and paddled.
I teased my fucktoy, letting her know that if my friend came back I’d let her get groped by her, too. We had a pleasant talk about if she wanted that, and my fucktoy’s head was spinning at the thought. But my friend was absolutely flooded with other old friends and would-be pervs. I made sure to say goodnight to her one last time, and took my fucktoy to my car.
There, we first tried out my new spreader bar, something I plan on using soon for a road trip. She found a flaw in the design, which annoyed me. But it’s something we can fix.
I ordered her to pull her pants and panties off, and we drove away from the dungeon. I let my hand slide between her legs and made her hold a casual conversation. She tried to reply and hold up her end of the discussion, but whenever she was too coherent I added some pressure. When we found a dark enough road to park on, I pulled over.
I started by keeping one between her legs, stroking her wet pussy lips. I used my other hand to grab her by the hair, and I growled in her ear, “Don’t you dare cum you little slut. Don’t you dare.”
I kept whispering to her, telling her about how everyone at the dungeon wanted to fuck her, to use her, to feel her tight little pussy. She was a good little fucktoy. Daddy was going to make her cum.
Her whole body started squirming. I could tell she was on the brink of cumming. I wanted to take full control of her.
“Do you want to cum?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to cum for Daddy?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Say it.”
“I want to cum,” she said.
“Beg for it.”
I felt her stiffen up. The brat in her sparked up. She wanted to cum, but she needed to defy. And that made me want to break her.
I kept stroking her clit. With my free hand, I pulled her top down, exposing her tits.
“Beg for it,” I said.
She shook her head. I started to lick, then suck her nipple.
“Beg for it.”
Again, defiance.
I bit down on the nipple. She squealed. I grabbed the nipple with my free hand and twisted.
“Beg.”
She broke.
“I want to cum,” she said.
In her sub state, I’m sure she thought that was begging. I coached her.
“Say the magic word,” I said.
She squirmed against the constant toying of my fingers on her tits and cunt. She was on edge. She kept repeating, “I want to cum” every time I told her to say the magic word. She was a mindless little fucktoy right now.
“Say please,” I said.
“I don’t want to,” she snapped, ever the brat.
I twisted the nipple harder.
“Please I want to cum,” she said.
I let go of her tit and grabbed her hair, jerking her ear to my lips.
“Cum for Daddy, you little slut,” I growled.
I could feel her body shudder out of control.
“Cum for me. Show me what a little slut you are. Cum for Daddy.”
Her whole body was tight as I continued to stroke her clit. She couldn’t talk anymore – just loud moans of lust as she melted away.
I gave her a moment to breath, but didn’t give her permission to pull up her pants. She saw me unzip, and without hesitation started to wrap her lips around my cock. One of my favorite things about Fucktoy is she’s one of the only women I know that can suck the cum out of my cock.
There’s a certain flavor to getting your dick sucked with the chance of being caught. I eventually grabbed her by the hair and started face-fucking her until I finished. We headed back over to her car, and eventually I let her put her pants back on.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bqs02c/mf_my_friend_the_exhibitionist_and_my_fucktoy_the
What a lucky fucktoy!