I mentioned in a [previous post](https://www.reddit.com/r/stupidslutsclub/comments/meej6g/stupid_slut_ideas_duct_tape_bondage/), I got to live out one of my fantasies – albeit in a controlled way – at one point, which is to be bound, fucked and abused on stage, with an audience watching and waiting for their turn.
One of my masters once asked about some of my fantasies, and this one was mentioned. So he decided he’d help me fulfill that fantasy , and of course, as is the norm in our dynamics, it would be a surprise.
So one day, after a good few rounds of being fucked by him, I fell into a deep drug-induced sleep (At this point I’m going to just mention that I have an agreement with my master that he is allowed to drug me with sleeping pills – he wasn’t doing anything out of our agreement), only to wake up naked and tied to a frame spread eagle on stage in a small community theatre – which happens to be the exact one mentioned in the other post (I mean, what did I expect? I did give my master the details). He’d book the place for the night, and assured the theatre techs etc that he had his own crew to handle all the requirements.
Back to it –
There I was, in full view of an audience that I can hear but not see due to the lights. Based on the number of dicks I wound up taking that night, I’d say there were probably 20 men in the audience (one of the few times that there were only men in a gangbang with me) . I don’t know how long I was used – or , performed for the audience – on stage. Facefucked, ass fucked, pussy pounded (of course), dripping in cum, dp-Ed buy a fuck machine… I was pretty out of it after awhile, just sensations all through my body and an empty brain. I could hear the audience , but I was too in the zone to care. All I wanted was to be abused and used more like the fuck meat I’m meant to be.
After some time, I realised I was just lying on stage with my holes dripping and covered in cum, and everyone else was talking elsewhere.
But it wasn’t long before men started coming on stage, manhandling me and fucking me, some rough, some gentle. By the end of it I had swallowed enough cum that I didn’t think I needed dinner, and my holes were so sore and I was just leaking cum all down my legs. At that point my master basically wrapped his drooling mess of a slut in a blanket and stuck me in the car, while he went back in to clean up the mess we left.
I slept pretty soundly for maybe a day after undisturbed – or at least that was what it felt like , I don’t think I would have known if my master had decide to slow fuck me while I was knocked out in that state – with only a vague memory of a good part of the night. But the part about having lived a fantasy? Yeah that I remember.
Now… just need to top that with a larger audience and maybe a better performance… and [in the ideal world](https://www.reddit.com/r/Womenssexualfantasies/comments/ltnhnh/what_is_that_one_wish_list_fantasy_that_you_would/)… it wouldn’t be staged, and would be advertised like a blockbuster, with billboards and all. “Only for a week!” They’d say… but what the wouldn’t realise is that it’d be a week of nonstop fucking for me…
Oh, and it would be free to attend, of course :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mfryc6/living_a_fantasy_and_now_i_have_a_new_one_f