A day at the fair – A Collab with the talented u/chen969 – a huge thanks for working with me and really helping me spice things up! :)) [bondage] [public]

A DAY AT THE FAIR

By Chen969 and MoodyKitten07

Your mind can create the most wonderful worlds while you’re asleep. Mine transported me into a fairground of sorts as I slept: a seemingly magical place, with bustling alleyways, a thousand different colourful shops selling everything you could ever… well dream of. I stand in this world created just for me, getting dizzy as my eyes find new things to look at every second. All those flashing neon lights, strung up from corner to corner, dancing around each other, forming intricate patterns. Stalls, colourful, filled to the brim with the most delicious looking food.

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“I’m here!”, a voice cries out, beside me. I spin around and find my best friend beside me. She takes my hand and pulls me toward a huge stall. The shelves are lined with jars filled with thousands of mouth watering sweets and toffees. Now, my friend and I, we’re suckers for sweets. I stare wide eyed at the array of colourful jars, all filled to the brim. 

“This would be perfect to take home!”

I nod enthusiastically and walk up to the seller. I gaze longingly at the jars, knowing I can only pick one or two, wishing I could take them all home with me. 

“You could have them all if you want.” a deep voice calls to me. Startled, I whip around and see a tall merchant grinning at me. I look at him, puzzled. 

“For a small fee, you can participate in three of our fairground games. If you win, you can take anything you want. No limits”

Excited, I turned around and told my friend about the games. “I don’t know,” she said. “It sounds dodgy.”  

“Are there any rules?” I ask. 

The merchant replies “Only one – once you start you can’t stop. You play all three games or we’ll punish you.”

I am a bit shocked but there’s all that candy and what can they really ask me to do? I decide to give it a go, I pay the merchant – my friend says “I’ll catch you when you’re done. Good luck.”

“What kinds of games are there?” I ask.

“You’ll see”, he replies, mysteriously. He ushers me toward a man with a large register of sorts. He looks at me closely then asks for my name and writes it down in three different places. I try to peer into his book but he simply brushes me off and has a boy escort me to the first game.

I enter a room with dark curtains. A man in a magician’s suit and a top hat appears before me and greets me: 

“Name a card…” I look at the cards spread on the table. 

“Two of diamonds”. He turns the card and its Ace of Spades. “Sorry you missed out”. 

“Oh what! You mean that’s it. Is there no way I can have another chance?” 

“Well you could agree to a small forfeit to get another guess,” he suggested.  

“OK” I reply, thinking only of the candy waiting for me outside.

“Are you sure?” he asked again. I nodded.  

“Flash your bra for the camera”. I was a bit surprised at this request. I must’ve looked stunned because he grinned and repeated himself slowly. I bite my lip, uncertain. But then I thought of the candy – and what harm could it do?  I push the straps of my dress off my shoulders and tug my dress down. The silky material slides off of me, revealing my lacy black bra. My nipples harden, pushing through the thin, translucent material. The camera flashes. I hastily pull the straps of my dress back up.

“Name a card…your second chance”

“Nine of diamonds”. He turned over 10 of hearts, “One more!” I insisted, eagerly.

“I want you to flash your panties”. Well that was a bit of a shock but having flashed my bra… I reached down and slowly drew my skirt up my thighs, revealing my matching panties. I know that my pussy lips are visible, pressed up against the sheer material. Before I can change my mind, the camera flashes again. He smirks as I smooth down my skirt, flustered.

“Name a card…Your last chance.”

“Four of hearts”, I replied immediately.

With a rush of wind two cards float up into the air and hover before us. One bears a giant heart, and the other a large four. 

“A good guess!”, the magician exclaims. He hands me a token with a big red tick. I’d won my first game!  I clap excitedly and turn, finding the boy waiting to escort me to the second game.

The second game was familiar. When I walked in the room, I found myself delighted and amused in equal parts. The CandyCrush game in a candy store. Who’d have guessed? 

“You get 2 chances”. If you fail the first time you must suck a candy cane as deep as you can for the camera.” I don’t give it a second thought caught up in the game.

I looked and saw large versions of real candy, including large candy canes, laid across a white board. Resisting the temptation to take a bite of each one, I began to play. I never thought all those hours I spent playing CandyCrush as a kid would ever be useful, but in the end, it helped me win with ease – and no forfeits this time. To my surprise, I felt a little disappointed. Some part of me wanted to wrap my lips around that massive candy cane and suck…  Even if there was a camera watching me. 

I accept the second token with a red mark and let the boy escort me to the third and final game. Feeling confident now, I walked in. I took a seat on the tall stainless steel stool that the boy gestured to. 

“Something to drink, miss?”

The boy holds up a small glass containing what looks like cranberry juice. 

“Thank you”, I say, taking the glass.

The juice smells sweet, like candy. I drink the stuff, covering my mouth to stop myself from gagging. It’s sweet, but it also burns going down. I swallow, my eyes watering slightly. 

“What was that?”

The boy simply takes the glass and retreats. It takes a while before my throat stops burning. I frown, looking at my surroundings and trying to figure out what the next game could be.

To my surprise, a handsome young man dressed as a doctor approaches me. I begin to feel slightly flustered as he takes a seat opposite to me. He doesn’t say a word for a while, simply studying me, his gaze cold and hard. I squirm uncomfortably in my seat, wishing that he would start talking so things would be less awkward. 

“What was that? Some kind of medicine?” I asked

“Not exactly. It’s an inhibition remover. It means you will answer any question I ask you, about any topic?” 

“That’s absurd,” I said. 

“Do you want to test it?”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but I was intrigued.

“Are you on the Pill? “, he asks.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“But you’ll tell me anyway, won’t you?”

I hesitated, thinking, ‘This isn’t right.’ Then I answered, “Yes.”

“That wasn’t hard – was it? 

No, but…” I moved uneasily, anxious to leave. “Are you done?”

“We are just getting started .How often do you masturbate?” He asked, touching my thigh.

I closed my eyes I wanted to stop, fighting the compulsion to answer: “Every other night”

I feel his hand inch up my thigh. I struggle but can’t move. I decide to ignore it.

“Do you always orgasm?

I couldn’t believe I was answering these questions. It’s probably best just to get it over with. He would be finished soon… 

“Yes… Most of the time” 

His hand finds its way between my legs. His fingers rub slow circles on my pussy over my underwear. I bite back a moan.

“How many orgasms have you had in a row?”

Like a giddy schoolgirl, I look away and hid my smile in my hand: “I can’t believe this”’ 

“Come on, you know you want to.” 

“Five” I responded. Flushing with pride.

“Now your fantasies, tell us about those.”  

“I can’t, I am not allowed to. No.” I insist.  

“Very well,” he says, withdrawing his hand. “Looks like we need something extra to stimulate your imagination”. He gets up, I remain motionless – trying to suppress the thoughts in my head. He returns, carrying a small rounded device – like a large pen with a clip .

I gasp as he reaches between my thighs and clips the device inside my panties. The cold metal presses against my clit, making me shiver. He returns to his chair and leans back. His hand fingers a small button and the device hums to life. It vibrates intensely against my pussy, making me whine and squirm. 

“I want you to tell me the sexual fantasies you’ve had. We don’t have all day so just tell me the ones that are the deepest and darkest. The ones that no one is allowed to know, anything with fetishes or in any way embarrassing. This is for science so please give up the minutest details that you can. I am going to start the recorder now…”  

“Now tell me what do you really want?”

“Please no” I beg. I was about to die of shame – reporting my gory secrets to a total stranger. But somehow he had control of my body. I could feel my private parts juicing in the chair. I bite my tongue to try and control it. I manage nothing more than a moan in response. He repeats himself, clicking another button. The vibrations intensify. I groan.

As I blushed red, it all came out, my tongue betraying me in the most awful way imaginable. He just nodded the whole time. It was dreadful spilling my guts about the intimate details of my private life and my body: how I wanted tattoos. How I touched myself, my most sensitive spots, to have nipple clamps attached, and Thai beads inserted in my ass, to be pierced, whipped, about my lesbian desire for my straight best friend. Finally that thought came into my head, my mind screamed ’No, no, you can’t tell him that’. But to no avail. I tried to resist but it tumbled out regardless: 

“I… want to be… I want to be tied up… and used… I want someone to master me – to take control of my body…t o make my body experience sexual pleasure by submission – to men or women it doesn’t matter. I want a huge cock to fill me and drive me wild with desire. So I don’t want to ever say “no” to him. I want someone to fuck my face and cum down my throat – to be covered in cum. While I… Oh god… I want to… cum over… and over… in public, in front of a large crowd of people. I have to go around the room and service each one. Crawling from one to another. Oh God… Please… Please let me stop.” 

He turns the device off. I sit there, panting. The doctor kneels before me and takes the device out of my panties. He looks up at me. He’s smirking, it’s the first change I’ve seen in his expression, which remained neutral throughout. I flush, more than embarrassed, humiliated, but he seems happy and non-judgemental. It’s strange. I can’t believe I said all of that. The combination of the vibrator and the fluid, whatever it was, seemed to bring out things I didn’t know I wanted. He returns to his stool. I shift awkwardly, squeezing my thighs, hoping that he’d hand me my third token and send me on my way. 

“I think I have the perfect solution for you, miss”

“Hm? What’s that?”

He looks behind me. I follow his gaze and find myself looking at a very tall, very well built man in parchment coloured robes. I stared open-mouthed at him, and the huge erection that poked out between the folds of his robe. 

“This is your new master,” the doctor explains, “He is here to fulfil your fantasies.”

The master, towering over me, reaches down to the hem of my dress – sliding it up my thighs, over my large breasts and pulling it over my head in one swift movement. He hands it to the doctor who begins to idly fold it, his eyes fixed on my newly revealed form, clad only in two items of translucent black lace. The master is less patient with my underwear. I gasp as his strong hands take hold of my bra – squeezing the large breasts within, his hands gripping the flimsy material and ripping it right off of me. I was shocked with the violence of it but before I could react – he pulled down the lace of my underwear, it bites painfully into the soft flesh of my thighs before falling in shreds at my feet.  

Before I could open my mouth to protest, he took hold of both my wrists in one hand. He produced a long thick white rope. He runs the rope around my waist, right under my large breasts, the white cord glowing against my tan skin. The ends of the rope slide between my breasts, wrapping around them and forcing blood into them, making them more sensitive. My nipples harden and elongate greatly. He runs it around my arms and knots the rope behind my shoulders forming a harness. Then my wrists and elbows are tied together tightly. My back is left arched, my sensitive breasts thrusted forward. He grabs me by the back of my neck and forces me to my knees before him. I lie there with my cheek pressed to the ground, my sensitive, heaving breasts brushing against the ground and making me whimper, my ass thrust up into the air. His skilled hands attend to my legs, wrapping another length of rope around my thighs, knees and ankles. He pulls at the ends of the rope. I gasp as my knees and ankles are forced apart – and my shoulders pulled back.  The ropes bite into my skin, leaving their mark,  even as I try not to struggle. I can barely move – the ropes hold me exposed: my sensitive nipples pointing forward and my ass – a lewd offering  – is thrust backwards. The master kneels behind me – teasing my pussy with the tip of his large cock. I can’t move at all without increasing the tension on my arms, even as his huge cock hovers threateningly over my soft pussy. Despite myself, I let out a small moan, very much aroused. 

The doctor approached me from the front. I am forced to look at him as he stands directly in front of me. He reaches down to gently touch my breasts. They are so sensitive I jerk tensing in my bonds: “Please be gentle” I whimper. Then I notice in his hand is a large candy cane… He notices me noticing it and smirks. 

“You wanna suck something nice and sweet?”, he asks, letting the tip graze my lips. I stick my tongue out, trying to draw it into my mouth but he pulls away. 

“So eager…”, he says, chuckling.

“Do you want the master’s cock?” he asks. I nod wordlessly. 

“I don’t think he heard you” the doctor smirks, pinching my nipple this time. I squeal with the pain.

“What do you say… slut?” The word makes me moan. I am about to learn just how true that is. 

“Please” I whimper, eyes watering: “Let my nipple go”. 

“Please what?” the doctor demands. “Please…” I can’t believe it but I practically shouted: “Please fuck me, make me your fucktoy. I need your cock, any cock, Please Master!”    

The doctor nods at the master. I feel the tip of his cock push between my pussy lips and against my tight opening. He feels big. Too big. He lets my juices moisten the tip and then pushes the first inch in. I let out a cry of pain, he pulls back letting my juices lubricate me – he begins to push again. I squirm and pant – but I can’t move. He eases in another inch and out, I can feel myself almost bubbling. Each time in and out, collecting the cream from my cunt on the head of his cock and then in a further inch. After 3 or 4 inches have been inserted the outer walls relax. He slides in and out a few more times at the entrance – but we both know I am ready to be taken. He begins forcing the entire length of his big cock into my pussy. By the time he’s buried in me, I’m a panting, whimpering little mess, suspended by ropes and his cock. He doesn’t give me long to adjust to his cock inside me. His hands grab my hips, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise. Then he starts thrusting into me rapidly – taking pleasure from me as he wills. 

I would’ve screamed the entire fairground down if the doctor hadn’t grabbed me by the hair and stuffed the candy cane into my mouth. “Suck.” the doctor says. “Suck, slut. Once you show me you know how to suck a cock properly, I’ll let you suck mine.” I obediently wrap my lips around the candy cane and suck. The candy starts to melt in my hot mouth, the sugar running down my throat. He slides it back and forward mimicking the master’s cock – but it is not long before it pushes past my gag reflex and is disappearing down my throat. I am forced to swallow – its sugary syrup sliding straight to my stomach. Once he’s satisfied with my technique, he pulls out the candy cane and shoves in his hard cock. He holds my head still and starts to thrust in and out of my mouth with no care for my comfort. Like the candy cane, his cock pushed deep into the hot oven of my mouth, while he whispered to me what a fine slut I am. 

After a while, my dripping pussy adjusted to the master’s big cock and my moans of pleasure vibrated around the doctor’s cock. I cum hard, my pussy pulsing around his big cock and my mouth sucking harder on the doctor’s organ. I gagged the first time my lips reached the base of his cock. But I soon opened to it – letting it slide down my throat. I am suspended between them – as they coordinate their actions. The master slid in deep, sending waves of pleasure that course through my body. My nose was buried in the doctor’s public hair and my lips locked at the base of his cock. Each continues taking their own pleasure from my suspended form, My orgasms add to their pleasure which is all that matters. The doctor silences my cries of pleasure by sliding all the way into my throat. I feel his cum rising – and the master too increases his pace – timing their orgasms to fill me at once. My body is caressed by the ropes and is wracked in ecstasy. I feel the master’s cock explode in me – making me cum harder – how many times I don’t know. The doctor fills my throat with cum which slides down into my stomach. He finally lets me up for air – no screams now just gasping for breath. . 

“Fuck. She’s such a good slut. Don’t you think other people should enjoy her?” The master nods.I look blankly at them. My face perspiring and chin covered with saliva and his cum, unable to grasp what he meant. Quickly the doctor fits a latex bondage hood. It has slits for eyes, nostrils and mouth – but makes me unrecognisable: “Take her to the prize tent.”

The master pulls out of me, and I whine. He leaves me panting for more as he takes the ropes off the various hooks and gathers them in one hand. They act as a leash, tethered to the intricate network of ropes around my body. Master walks ahead, forcing me to crawl after him. I soon found myself on the street. The crowd gasps and parts, making way for master and his little sex slave. We arrive at a small tent where I am arrayed at its centre. Fully suspended at waist height and surrounded by a growing audience. He thrusts into me again, the audience can hear my muffled moans and screams as his cock stretches me out and fills me with each thrust. He uses the rope to force my head up to watch the crowd. I see many people recovering from their shock and now enjoying the show. Hands slipping up skirts and down pants, several cocks being jerked off. One bold man leaves the stalls and walks up to me, offering me his cock. I take it without thinking – sucking it deep into my mouth. He doesn’t last long and I have swallowed his load. Only my master fucks me but soon there is another cock filling my mouth with cum and then another. 

Suddenly a young woman comes out of the crowd. It’s my best friend. I can’t believe it. I have fantasised about this for ages but I can’t tell her it’s me. She lifts her skirt to reveal she is not wearing any underwear. I lean forward, her earthly scent is overpowering, she lets my eager mouth burrow into her slick folds. I part her lips with my tongue, allowing my lips to find her swollen clit. My teeth graze her clit as I suck on it, earning soft moans from her. It isn’t long before she is grinding into my mouth, her hands fisting in my hair to pull me closer. Soon she cums, soaking my face in her sweet juices, better than any candy. I soon lose count of the number of times I’ve cum and the number of cocks filling my gaping mouth with their tasty cum or sweet pussies pressed against my lips before master finishes, his cum filling my tight pussy for the final time. 

Once he’s done, master unhooks me and quickly releases me from the ropes, I swoon. My body is marked by their traces all over. He picks up my quivering body with surprising gentleness. I whimper as he cradles me against his chest and carries me back to the doctors office. Inside, I’m greeted with the best after care: a warm bath and a slow massage courtesy of the doctor, his now gentle hands soothing my aching body. Soon I am fully recovered, he hands me my dress and I slip it on. I get up to leave. The doctor stops me and hands me my third token. I looked at him, surprised, I had forgotten all about the game. 

“Congratulations”, he says with a grin. I smile and stumble out of the room. 

I walked straight into my friend. “Been looking for you everywhere” she smiles. “So. Did you win?”

“Yes. Yes I did,” I replied. “Let’s go and collect our prize.” 

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You can imagine how disappointed I was when I woke up, with neither candy nor a satied pussy. When I lay there, rubbing at my dripping pussy for relief, I began to truly appreciate the worlds that our minds create while we’re asleep. Sometimes I can’t help but wish they were real.

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