Your friend, Beth sat cross-legged on an iron bench pulled up to the patio table. You sat across sipping on ice-cold Peach tea. You probably hated peach tea, but Beth always served it and so far, you’d never complained. across from you. Warm, two overhead fans kept you both cool. She wore a straight blue skirt that fell just above her knees and tight pink cotton button blouse that looked almost too small to confine her full breasts. “You want to share our kinkiest fantasies?” she said and then bit her lower lip. Her eyes twinkled as if she were living out the fantasy in her mind as she sat there.
One deep sigh later, she reached and rested one hand on her blonde head and kind of pulled her neck to the side. Then she looked up in a sudden blush of embarrassment and shrugged. “I’m stripped, hooded and locked in a glass cage. I’ve got a kinky gag on that lets me eat and drink, but I can’t talk. Even if I wasn’t hooded but for the open area for my mouth and nose, I wouldn’t be able to see, because my eyes have a pair of black Sclera contact lenses on them, so if the hood was removed, my eyes would look like they are entirely fashioned of dark pupils. Absent the hood, I’d see shapes and light, but only vaguely. I might be led out of my cage only to have hands touching me, subjecting me to constant sex. Some are rough and they slap me, spank me, use pain to stimulate me.” This goes on and I come to crave it. Sometimes, I’m taken out of my cage and allowed to wash, fed, but I always end up in this cage or being fucked. Slowly, I feel disoriented, but I come to crave those moments of contact. I begin to cooperate. Slowly, I know I want to be out of my pristine cage and filled with cock yet again.”
Beth’s breath came swifter than normal and her face was flushed when she finished talking. A moment later, she added. “Oh, and someone massages my feet and bathes them and paints my nails and softens the skin of my feet and they suck on my toes. What about you?” She asked curious.
You paused and tried to think. The image Beth had imprinted in your mind made it hard to focus or think. the constant rough fucking, slapping, and spanking. The toe-sucking! “Ummm, I fantasize about a threesome sometimes. I once dreamed of Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball, but that was more scary than sexual.”
Beth blinked. “Cool, we both have fantasies. That’s awesome.”
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