A Risky Return to Sin City

The sun has been up for at least half an hour, probably more, when I finally feel the sensation of movement. I’m dropping down. Oh, thank God. This is over. The descent is slow and steady. I feel the bump of landing and I’m grateful. I have just been through a night of torment, fear, and agony yet I find myself profusely thanking DR. D and his friends for bringing me down.

My babbling is met with: “You can thank us with a round of rim jobs. I think it is the least you can do for us after we have given you a full night of bondage fantasy that you’ll never get with anyone else. And you are going to thank us right here, right now.” It is true that I had discussed the fantasy of being bound overnight, but not to a cross sixty feet up in the air.

My disbelief shows. It is ignored. They release the cross from the hoist and cable and lay it and me down on the patio, my head higher than my feet as they sit the cross arms on the blocks that I stood on as they prepared me last night.  I’m having trouble dealing with this. I am aching, tired, stressed, do not really feel thankful and most importantly I dislike rimming. I’ve been forced to do it before. I know it’s really not a big deal if the receiver is clean. However, this is early morning, and I doubt that all these guys now milling around have cleansed themselves already this morning. I wonder where this will happen after they let me loose, but I soon realize that I am not being released from the cross. A rimming chair is set over my head. It will be here and now. Actually, a few minutes pass before the first butt is presented as they raised the flag up the pole before beginning.

For the next hour I serviced four holes. They were different degrees of cleanliness. The second and third ones I found distasteful to lick. However, poor performance was not an option as each sitter had a flogger in hand and they used it across my still tied cock and balls when I did not perform as they liked. Sir Michael would have been so proud of his pupil. He loves being rimmed.

The last of the four was DR. D. After he received enough attention, he told me to open wide. While slightly hesitant, I still comply, very concerned as to what is happening. He reaches under the chair and with a Jennings Dental Gag locks my mouth open. I am now petrified. My mouth is wide open under his just stimulated butt hole. No, no, no, he wouldn’t dare dump into my mouth, would he?

It's not that. What is coming is not to my liking at all, but nothing would be worse than what I had been thinking. Its his cock that is being bent down between his legs. I am scolded, “Next time don’t pee on my patio and gardens.” So, I must have been watched all night. And with that he begins to urinate into my mouth. It is not a lot, but enough to fill it. I do not swallow but he tells me I better as I’ll be sent back up the pole if one drop spills onto his patio again.

Laying down with an open gag makes swallowing difficult. I take halting mini swallows to accomplish the task. If nothing else, it got rid of the ass taste in my mouth, if a urine taste is considered better. DR. D forcing me to drink pee is not unexpected, it is one of his well-known favorite submissive usage kinks. I had been mentally prepared for it when I came.

With DR, D now satisfied, I was finally released from the cross. I had been tied and plugged for what I believe to be well over ten hours. The time back on the ground being the worse part of the ordeal. I was physically broken. None the less, I was still re-cuffed arms behind the back after I was released from the frame. I was then marched, better described as semi-dragged back into the dungeon, one master on each side of me holding me up via their hands under each of my arms.

I am taken to the table where the computer is located. My hands are re-cuffed in front of me. I am directed to update my journal notes, eat, cleanse myself inside and out and go through the rest of my morning routine. It is as if we are getting ready for another full day of activities.