On Display to Thousands

If your BDSM reading preference is getting right to the action, followed by more action and nothing but action, you might want to skip this writing. I offer that suggestion as this is a true story of CNC play that details what happened to me over a long three days, so there are lots of facts, backstory, physical descriptions and personal thoughts that go along with the strict bondage and sexual abuse I received, i.e. to some it is a long read. Still, I’m told many BDSM enthusiasts find it intriguing as well as stimulating to read a real story over a fictional one. That said, I think you’ll find this one has more than enough action during its course. Some parts may even be hard to believe, but it all happened.

Personally, I’d rather no one read this as it is humiliating to share what they did to me and how I was forced to service other men. It is written and posted simply because one of the provisions of my servitude contract is that I must keep a journal capturing written descriptions and my reactions to what occurred. I then am required to transcribe the diary into a story form, aided by additional notes and recordings of the events provided to me, and submit the finish work to on-line BDSM publications. My compulsory admission to the public about these activities amuses my masters, shames and mortifies me, which I believe is their intent and the root of their pleasure.   

As background, a couple of months ago, late August 2025 to be more precise, my best friend Mike called to share some titillating news. Our mutual ‘friend’ in Vegas had extended an invitation to both of us to attend a special party in San Francisco the weekend of September 27-28. Now, if you have been following my other forced published journals, you know Mike as my master Sir Michael, and his Vegas friend as DR. D, a well-practiced BDSM Dominant who has on occasion rented me from Sir Michael for his own deviant pleasures.

Both these guys are gay, and I am straight. Over the past two years periodically they have been putting me into bondage servitude for up to a week at a time and then along with their friends, sexually abusing me. All the activities are governed by the aforementioned servitude contract I have with Sir Michael. You can find the contract in my first journal ‘Eight Days in a Binding Contract,’ a disturbing and, to many, an arousing set of real BDSM events.

I know better than having a playdate with DR. D without getting the particulars, but my yearning to satisfy my submissive needs sometimes clouds my better judgement. What I was told was this was an annual big party at a likeminded friend of DR. D’s in San Francisco. Sir Michael indicated he also was an acquaintance and had attended this annual gala once before. He described it as incredible and right up my alley. So, I started to get excited, ignoring that this was an invitation to a stranger’s BDSM party and I would be cast in the role of a submissive wanting to be bound and abused.

Mike, working to increase my willingness to go, shared that the Host and his partner have a dungeon, just like DR. D and mate have in their Las Vegas home. Mike doesn’t share how, but apparently this guy knows my ‘story,’ and he thought I would add a new twist to their weekend entertainment activities. I didn’t connect the dots or simply elected to ignore the fact that I had been the featured ‘entertainment’ at one of DR. D’s play-parties and that proved to be quite a severe weekend. A red flag that I disregarded.

And so, despite potential tribulation, the trip was on. This document, like my previous journals, is written at the insistence of my Masters, and chronicles what occurred.