A Risky Return to Sin City

This journal was completed much sooner after the weekend ended than my previous journals. For one, it’s easier for me to do it as I can more quickly come to terms with what was done to me. Second, I’m more comfortable at writing about what happened to me and my initial writing in the journal is no longer a cold engineer’s list of activity details and thoughts but more of descriptions and captured conversations that can be transformed easily into this writing style. And finally, DR. D is more demanding than Sir Michael as a Dominant and he wanted it done, setting a deadline for me. I’m not sure with the rental period having ended if I was obligated to obey, but if I was to be rented again to him, I didn’t want to risk what a future punishment might entail for my failure to do as he requested.

I still do not know DR. D’s real name or the address of his home. The same goes for all the others that interacted with me on this odyssey. I want it that way as part of my real-life fantasy. Anonymity also serves as a safeguard for the other players for questionable acts they perpetrated on me. Without it they may not have been willing to use someone who was bound and helpless to resist regardless of the contract permissions.

DR. D and I first communicated only through his and my friend Mike, i.e. Sir Michael. As our relationship, then friendship, developed it made sense to communicate directly with each other. We each set up a new private e-mail box to send notes to and shared our private cell phone numbers. We have continued communicating since this servitude rental ended. There is a true friendship now. But in support of my fantasy, his dominance over me with bondage and sexual exploitation is still negotiated between Sir Michael and him. Now that we talk/write regularly, we do discuss many subjects. The real glue though, admittedly, is our shared BDSM fetishes and are the root of most of our conversations.

In one of my post-visit conversations with DR. D I learned I was not the first person to take a ride up the flagpole, although I may have the record for the longest duration on the cross without release. It was shared that at least one other has spent a full night on the cross, brought down just before daybreak. The others had shorter durations. Both male and female detainees have been to the top. All were solely nighttime events but mine. The flagpole has been there for over two years. It was an idea dreamed up by one of the other masters and was a gift to DR. D and his mate by that Dom and his sub. The method of restraining us was the same, supported by our arms and chest straps, but more so by the seat rest, some of us with plugs, some without. The cross is adjustable to a person’s body height. Being strapped to it can become very unpleasant over time and causes aches and cramps from position fatigue, but this is unlike a real crucifixion on a cross, which is severe and whose ultimate purpose is death.

I was not expecting my servitude to continue after I reached home on my last day of rented enslavement. Post conversations with DR. D confirmed my belief that the tampon activity was to see if I could/would remain submissive to him after I returned to my home environment. In hindsight, I am glad he did.it. It opens the door to possible future BDSM interactions with DR. D that are challenging and thus fulfilling to my needs and wants without a constraint to travel to Las Vegas. We will see. The remote electro punishment ability is something that will make this work for me, as discipline is a necessary feature of BDSM Dom/sub playdate. A method to remotely control securing devices would be important too. I hope he has an answer for that. Being in bondage will always be the driving force behind my fetish, without I don’t think it will work for me. I know there are remote controllable vibration toys on the market, I own one.

All that said, I’m still processing all that happened to me this weekend. It was different and more risky but not necessarily more severe than my first two west coast adventures into the BDSM world. I’m pleased that I have been able to accept most of what was done to me and I am coming to terms with the rest quicker than my first two trips. My primary hangup that remains relates to the pleasure I enjoyed watching the bondage and sexual use of the female sub. I really wanted to be physically part of it and yet I didn’t want it either. Mind torture. Plus, it can be argued that I was physically participating with her when I was made to take cum dripping from her pussy, made to swallow her piss and shooting my load into her mouth which she swallowed. But all was done with us never physically touching and me always bound. A quandary. I know DR. D’s position. Mine changes regularly.

I would love someday to chat with her about what she thought about what she experienced, and if afterwards, did she love or hate what happened to her or did she simply accept her role. Was this her fantasy becoming her reality or simply a turn on of her Dom? Is it the BDSM submissive service that really turns her on, the pain, the abuse or she is just sacrificing herself to keep her man pleasured? How does this match up with my experience this weekend? I know I won’t ever get that chance to converse with her. I will never know her identity, nor will she know mine, but I will always remember her and those soulful eyes. Regarding her being raped, it was later explained to me that in their specific Dom/sub relationship it was her desire/wish to have no say in anything he wanted to do to her in both her bondage and in her sexual use. If it brought pleasure to him, it would be desired and acceptable to her. By established pre-agreement she need not be asked; he could proceed with any act with implied consent. So, the multiple raping was just something to endure as part of the lifestyle she relished with her master.

At first, I was also processing some issues of contract violation with ‘fisting’ as an example. It was a hard limit and what was done to me is what I thought fisting was, they were exploiting a naming technicality along with my trust. But I have since rationalized that I only put fisting on the list because I thought it would be horrible. It wasn’t great, I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t horrible. My issue was the contract exploitation through a play with words, they knew the intent. However, the primary purpose of the contract really is to protect me from harm and none was done, they were just having fun with me, so I have just decided to accept it and get over it. That may be foolish and wrong.

Since my wife went to Europe, she and I chat each day by phone. My journal scribe time in the morning aligns well with her dinner-break time. It is the time of day when I usually call her when I am back home. DR. D was fine with and encouraged me to call her to avoid questions about my whereabouts. This worked out well as our conversations were generic and didn’t ever cover where I might be or what I was doing. So, my guarded secret remained so. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, oh so trite.

As with the last trip, DR. D sent me the video recordings taken during my stay. I was surprised that there were two cameras in the van that recorded all that occurred there and these had sound.  Previously noted in the body of the journal I also received videos of higher quality exhibiting my rope tutorial session. These were the raw cuts and included the soundtrack. I’m told they are being edited and polished into individual clips of each roping demo. Things like my ‘yellow’ call are going to be left on the editing floor. Watching all the new films, like the other recordings from my previous dungeon visit, is hard and gut wrenching as well as exhilarating and arousing. They were again helpful in completing this story version of my journal with accuracy, accounting for all that happened to me and capturing my physical, mental and emotional states as different events occurred throughout the weekend.

All the members of the Common Bond Social Club are healthy, clean, and safe and tested quarterly with those tests arranged and reviewed by DR. D, who is a board-certified medical doctor. Maintaining control over their lifestyle including hard limits on risky exposure, i.e. they limit their sexual contact to those within the club, is part of the covenant of their fraternity. I have been added to the club’s highly limited allowable contacts, with them knowing I am a monogynist outside of being with them and also that I am now tested quarterly with the result going to DR. D The other boys and the mistress who played with me in the van and at the pool party/glory hole are friends of DR. D who also have a safe sexual lifestyle but are not within the tight controls of the club. That is why some were required to wear condoms and others not when penetrating me, all under DR. D’s oversight. He gave permission for unprotected sex only when he knew they had a current tested clean bill of health. Of course, I wasn’t made aware of the particulars until afterwards so that the experiences I had would be edgier and filled with anxiety. My friend Mike, that is Sir Michael, has indicated on many occasions to me that DR. D and his mate are highly respected and a leader in the Vegas gay community, and his playmates follow what he says and limits that he sets. His moniker of ‘DR. D’ is only used within the confines of the social club.

None-the less, to assure my health and safety DR. D prescribed and provided me with doxycycline, a post-exposure one dose pill that will prevent common STD infections from establishing themselves. He also provided me with HIV PEP, a post-exposure prophylaxis, which functions as a morning after type pill for the prevention of HIV if you were exposed. This one requires me to take a pill every day for 28 days, which I did. As I did after my last trip, when I finished the med regiment, I got tested to assure that I am healthy. That just occurred and the results show that I am clean.

DR. D has an infatuation with punishing his subs with urine degradation. We all have our fetishes; this is one of his. My first introduction to this was by Sir Michael in San Diego but was based on a DR. D’s suggestion. On my previous trip to the dungeon, it included a serious force large volume consumption. This weekend didn’t escape such amusement for him. Each time has been more creative, adding a new twist to its use and misery. The consumption of the female pee from the Sybian ride could even be described as tantalizing in a way for me. His peeing in my mouth was no big deal. Not so was my final at home episode which was to my distress a combination of urine, cum and filth. It was wicked and disgusting play, but it caused no harm or pleading to stop.

It is not something I look forward to doing again. Also, on that list is rimming, riding the horse, and sucking soiled cocks. I don’t like to admit to these dislikes as I am fearful that if I come back to play here again, DR. D will incorporate these items as a lark back into my servitude. I list them here solely at his insistence following his first reading of my original draft and noting the absence of like and dislike lists. Believe it or not, while I really don’t want to do it again as it did hurt and scared me even more, being suspended by my cock and balls is not on my most dislike list. I find the video is one of my favorites to watch.

He also required a favorites list to be added. Topping that list was being secured to the floor under the bound sub’s pussy as she was fucked again and again. Watching the action and her expressions, knowing she couldn’t stop the assaults was unbelievably exhilarating. I could have done without the cum dripping into my mouth, but it was worth the trade. A very close second, if not a tie, was watching her as she was strapped to and abused by the Sybian. Watching her orgasm uncontrollably time and time again until her body collapsed in her bonds naturally aroused me to incredible heights. Rounding out my top three, I think, was hanging from the flagpole. The session was way too long for sure, but it was none the less amazingly creative and rousing from the bondage perspective. Probably on this list should also be the last five minutes of my home/on-line servitude when my butt was electro-shock with an amazing pain/pleasure music/dance program that gave me one of the most intense euphoric stimulations I have ever had inside me and then to the rapid change to the pain shock finished while still rocking me that knocked me off my knees and threw my already convulsing body into violently rebounding pulses and tremors, causing tears of both joy and agony to run down my face. I would have surely cummed without any physical action on my part from the totality of the stimulations if they hadn’t abruptly ended at the stroke of midnight. And surely, the ‘sounding’ should be on the list too. It rivaled the euphoria of the forementioned electro stimulation. I did have an abundance of good times in my servitude.

My physical recovery took a few days, longer than my previous trips, with most lingering aches being my perineum, my hole, my shoulders and arms. The aches, manageable with Tylenol and a smear of diaper ointment in the hole, was related to my extended time on the flagpole cross and my hour on the horse. Surprisingly, I had no aches in the area from which I was hung from my privates. My mental recovery came much faster, I had no real issues to process other than the questionable interaction with my female playmate.

Wrapping up, the actual bondage and subsequent use I endured for this weekend was more than anything I could have fantasized. You may find it beyond belief, but it did happen none the less. BDSM served up by real practitioners to a willing fool. The contract was stretched to its limits, interpreted at times in ways not to my benefit. I got what a wanted and needed, a respite from my hectic, demanding role as a COO by assuming a submissive role at the hands of BDSM masters. I have no regrets. As a result, I am ready to succumb to my urges again and come back to be bound and used. I’m also curious about what may arise via on-line adventures. Time will tell.

Additional postscript

I have just been made aware that I have indeed been rented again, the deal set up between the two masters (my only input being asked for my wife’s return date from Europe and my dates of availability before then). Apparently, DR. D is building something new to support one of his mate’s fantasies and he wants to test it out on me first. I don’t know what it is, but he needs me for multiple days. He is arranging my transportation, has since provided a departure date and is picking up the tab. I’m promised more details, but for now this is all I know.

Reviewed and approved for publication by DR. D and Sir Michael.