On Display to Thousands

I am handed a small tub of coconut butter to use as lube, and I coat the Sybian dildo and vibration pad till both are white and glistening. The chains have been removed from her cuffs and replaced with lengths of rope. Two other men I don’t know lift her up and hold her over the Sybian saddle, as Master D and another hold her legs in a spread open position. Her Dom lubes her cunt, inside and out. He spreads her lips as the team lowers her onto the rubber dick that will soon spin deep within her.

She squirms a little, trying to get comfortable as her arms are pulled upward and wide. I have been stood up and moved to one side of her. They give me the rope to her right cuff.

“Tie her off tight, Sissy,” I am told.

I begin the task reluctantly, but as I get into it, I find myself getting aroused and enthusiastic. I use a taut-line hitch, a knot I know well, throwing in an extra two overhand loops to make this reliable tensioning knot even stronger. I adjust the rope with the hitch to pull out any slack, and as I do, I find myself pulling her arm extremely taut. My adrenaline is flowing. Then with malicious intent I add two half hitches at the end so it can’t slip or fail.

“Now, do the other, just like that,” I’m ordered.

I scoot around her and tie off the second arm, concerned at how much I am involved and how much I’m enjoying it. I try to avoid making eye contact with her. I am required to do the same for each leg. The resulting ties have placed her in an upright very stretched spread-eagle position, with the only thing holding her body weight is the Sybian pressed against her pussy.

If you are not familiar with a Sybian, it is designed to stimulate the clitoral and vagina with intense pleasure and beyond. It has a large upside-down U-shaped body that houses strong electric motors. These drive the vibration and thrusting motions of the nubbed and textured saddle and the changeable dildos. When played with by a user who self-adjusts the control device module, while squatting down on it with their knees and feet resting on the floor, they can bring themselves to ultimate pleasure and orgasm riding the amazing toy.

However, when a woman is bound to it as this slave now is, it will be absolute torment of her cunt, her body, and her mind. I was forced to witness it live before while bound back in Vegas. This time I have played a much more active role in the team binding her. It was my knot skills that have made it impossible for her to escape the Sybian.

And so, my mind kicks in with guilt. Not for the young lady, nor for the boys’ planned abuse of her. I can convince myself that she wants this, at least for the moment. She wouldn’t be here unless she really sought to be sexually exploited and used. She’s a BDSM bondage slut for sure. Yes, she deserves this. At least my heart and mind want to believe that. Which is impossible for me, I really am not misogynistic, quite the opposite.

It’s my marital guilt complex I’m dealing with. I may not have touched her physically, but I know the ties are mine. I know how exhilarating it was to me as I pulled the ropes taut and finished them off with knots that would hold her that way for the duration. I felt my dick try to expand; even though it couldn’t. So, it is the marriage remorseful element playing in my head, soon to get worse as I haven’t even begun to manipulate her ride.

I am sent back to my chair and handed the controller. It has two on/off switches and to adjustable rheostat knobs. One knob and switch controls the dildo rotation speed, the other the vibration of the saddle pad. Both are independent and when properly set to a woman’s liking can make her a very happy girl. That won’t happen.

“Get to it,” I am told, as a quick lite shock hits my neck.

OK, It’s her or me. With the tingling still resonating from the collar, it will be her. Not only a decision I can live with, but it’s also one I am about to thoroughly enjoy.

I start with the vibration on low. She has an immediate reaction and smiles. The smile won’t last long. She adjusts herself the little she can as I start the rotation. I let her sit for a minute and then turn both elements up a bit. Still very pleasurable for her. And for me too. She looked hot before, now spread wide, tied to the wall by my doing, being vibrated by me, I am having an incredible, sexually exhilarating time. This is so much more than hot. And the guilt feelings rear their ugly head again. My aroused sexual desires conflict me. I know this is wrong on so many levels.

Another minute passes and I nudge up the intensity of both elements. She is still enjoying herself. A lot now.

I hear her murmuring, “Yes, Yes, Yes.”

Again, up a little. I think we have hit her sweet spot. She starts to vibrate a little, a climax seems to be building. I let her enjoy it for a moment or two.

I hear from Master, “Take her up Sissy.”

Without hesitation, I move both controls up another notch.  This pushes her to the climax she was working at. She is in bliss. And I know this isn’t acceptable to my Masters, so up again it goes. You can tell she is not happy. It is interrupting her orgasm, throwing it off the track. Her body reacts with shakes.

A minute later, up again. I hear her first plead, “No, please turn it down.” My immediate reaction is to do the opposite, and both knobs are again adjusted upward. You can hear the Sybian roar as does she in response. I am kicking myself for enjoying this so much, but I keep performing as I was instructed. I put my anguished mental thoughts aside, and dwell on just my animal instincts, with my dick trying so hard to become erect. The cage just won’t allow it. I know I would be rock hard now otherwise.

I send her higher, this time only with the vibration. The Sybian gets louder and so does her protests. “Please no, please, no, no, no, no, please. Pretty pleassssse, my pussy can’t take this, pleassssssssse” she is screaming as her body is spasming and jumping around, tears cascading down her face. I look at my group of masters who are all gleefully standing there. Her own master gives me a turn it up again signal. I do as the crowd watching grows.

She is pulling for all she is worth against the ropes; they surrender no liberation. Her groin shifts back and forth, grinding across the knobbed pad, seeking any kind of relief from the torment. I respond by twisting both knobs further around. She is sweating, drooling, tears running nonstop down her face. She is making animalistic noises, grunting, huffing, sometimes they are gurgling, guttural sounds. Her breathing so labored she has trouble catching her breath. My damsel in distress begins to concentrate her intent look directly at me, with grim, pleading eyes as she is begging me to back it down.

Now as I watch her, I’m sure I’ve seen these eyes before. I try hard to recall. Is she? Maybe. Yes, I think she may be the same girl forced to ride a Sybian in front of me on my second trip to the Vegas dungeon (reference, my journal “A Risky Return to Sin City). I point to my neck collar and turn the vibration knob up again, hoping she understands. I will be no hero for her today, old friend or not.

Her dancing on the machine has drawn quite an audience. Each time I turn it up, they cheer. Her begging and pleading were first directed at her master, then me. Now its God. “Oh God, please stop this, God please, please don’t make me cum anymore, don’t make me cum, oh, oh, please don’t make me cum anymore, no more, no more, no more, I can’t stand it, God please, I beg you, please! God forgive me. God I’m a slut, a filthy cum sucking slut, I’ll be your slut, I’ll suck your holy dick and ass, anything, please God just stop this, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, please God, please, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, can’t, I can’t go on anymore. Please.”

My response, one more turn. Then I hear her scream out, “Oh no, I’m going to pee myself, please stop this, don’t make me pee in front of everyone,” she begs.

With urgency I am ordered by DR. D in his loud, no nonsense, get it done now voice, “Sissy, get down under her, pull off your hood and open your mouth wide. If she pees herself, you are to lap up what she spills from down below,”

I set the controller down without turning it off and I lay down directly under the Sybian. She has already started to uncontrollably piss herself. Urine is dripping down the sides of the toy and hitting me in the face and shoulders. I do my best to capture what I can with my mouth and tongue, but it is coming down everywhere. My face, hair and neck are all getting drops of golden rain from above.

And for the fourth time today I am consuming a woman’s pee. Four times from three different women. What’s wrong with me? This is so immoral, isn’t it?  I tell myself to concentrate on the illusion, on the fact that I’m being forced, on the restraints, the shock collar, but it is the beautiful pussy that I know is dancing above me that captures me….

She has gotten silent, but like her bladder, she has no control over her body which continues to spasm, twist and bounce. The view from below is different from the chair, not as good, but still exciting. She must have emptied herself as the drips have subsided. I am ordered back to my chair and my hood put back on over my damp hair and face with the comment that I can come back and clean up the floor later.

I have been free up to now to make her Sybian adjustments on my own, but now I am getting requests from the peanut gallery assembled behind me. I know I must listen and act on the voices. Mostly it is to run her up and down. Sometimes it is to turn it off, wait a moment or two for her to let her body relax and as soon as it does, turn it back on at maximum intensity.

I do as the boys call out. It is driving her insane. Her body is completely out of her control and is failing her. She is gasping for breath. Her eyes shift from dire to almost blank. Her violent shaking changes to a steady trembling, her screaming and pleading are now just moaning and whimpering.

I’m not told to stop, so I keep answering the requests. I am human. Her plight is getting to me. I want to stop, take her down and hold her tight. But I dare not do anything but keep it up. Her own master is here, watching, enjoying the torture of his slave. He’ll know when she has reached her absolute limit, I hope. I’m sure they have safe words.

I take her up on a slow ride all the way up to the maximum. She is there about thirty seconds, her body back to intense shuddering, when her eyes roll back and she goes limp in her restraints.

“That’s good, you can shut her down, she’s had enough for today,” says both DR. D and her own master in similar words almost simultaneously. I act instantly; the unit is off. She is left to limply hang there for a good five minutes, while the audience applauds loudly, the silent Sybian saddle holding her still penetrated pussy tight. She is humming quietly to herself. Her eyes are closed. She has a smile.

I, on the other hand, am ordered to ‘get down there and clean up that mess’. It’s not much. Most fell on me and has almost dried. There are three, make that four, small puddles. I make quick work of them while some of the boys undo the knots I had tied that held her tight. She is taken down. A naked limp ragdoll. For a moment she must straddle me, whereas I look up and can view her completely ravaged cunt. It is red, raw and very wet. And beautiful.

She is exhausted and has no strength to hold herself up. The boys help her walk away. As she does, I hear her exclaim softly, but repeatedly, “Thank you, thank you. That was amazing. That was the best. Thank you…”

I am directed to the Sybian penetration attachment still proudly standing upright and told to clean it off with my mouth. I am so dancing on my mental edge. I am licking and sucking clean a dildo that was just in the pussy of a woman who is not my wife. It is well loaded with the abusive orgasms she endured time and time again and I am told this is morally fine. The dick has essence of her womanhood, but that is equally countered with the taste of the coconut lube, regardless, I am conflicted.

When finished I am moved over to the far opposite side of the playroom, a fair distance, this is a large room. They have moved the pegging bench over here. It faces a very large wall mounted LCD TV. It must be an 85 inch. My cuffs are removed, told to mount the bench and I am strapped down tight.

Master D then shows me something and asks, “Do you know what this is? Ever used one?” I’m not familiar with it and shake my head no. He then says, “It’s called the Gobstopper. It’s a new style of open mouth spreader clam gag. It came from the European Bondage scene. I have found it very effective. It makes access easy for the Tops as there is nothing outside to be in the way. See these top and bottom clams, they fix behind the teeth and when I turn these wingnut knobs, it will spread your jaws wide. It works slick. Open wide, and I’ll show you. See, I just screw the claws apart and your mouth opens as wide as I like. The gag’s not going anywhere without me loosening the screws.”

He’s right, my mouth is wide open, and I cannot close it and I cannot dislodge the device. Tight clean fit. The clams are plastic coated, it’s not uncomfortable, at least not right now. I start to drool. This is also not a demonstration; he has meant for it to stay in my mouth for the foreseeable future. Thank goodness he didn’t screw it too far open. I wonder what will be next.