On Display to Thousands

The screen comes to life. It appears to be DR. D’s dungeon. It starts with a man in leather Dom attire setting a naked woman up on the devious and cruel oversized Spanish horse that I know personally too well. I watch her arms being secured in a leather arm binder. They will be pulled up behind her and secured from above bending her forward. Her pussy is spread open and crushed as she is set down on the inverted V of the horses saddle edge. He manipulates her cunt lips to maximize the future agony.

Her legs are then spread wide under the horses body secured to an adjustable spreader bar putting all her weight on her cunt bone and lips. He ends with adding severe nipple clamps to her nipples and tethering them to the front of the horse. She is in obvious excruciating pain.

The woman is my wife. The man is me.

I don’t know how they do it. I know this is AI assisted filmmaking. I know this isn’t real. Or at least it isn’t really my wife and me. I just met someone who said she was the model. Someone that I’d have no trouble believing what I am seeing on screen she really experienced. And that she loved doing it. But I don’t know how these are our faces and our bodies on screen.

In this setup she continues to suffer on the horse as I whip her and then spread her legs to increase her anguish. I am rock hard. So am I in the video. I can barely catch my breath watching. To me this is tremendously arousing, so hot. I would love my wife to want to be a submissive who would want to serve me this way. How I wish this could really happen.

Next up, I am strapping her to the St. Andrews cross. Her wrists and ankles first buckled into the four ratchet cuffs which as I tighten them stretch her out till she starts to squeal. Then she is strapped tight against the cross with the many pre-mounted leather straps. Its onto a brutal striping of her body. Extra attention paid to her pussy and breasts.

You see me securing her wrists with suspension cuffs to a trapeze bar, with her legs cuffed already to a spreader bar below. She is then raised till her feet leave the ground. I proceed to flog her as she spins on her suspension cable. Dropped back down till her toes barely reach the floor, I take her from behind. Fucking her pussy and then her butthole.

The last scene is me strapping her to a pegging bench. All three holes are taken. When I take her ass and cunt, I play breath control games with her, a plastic bag over her head, controlled with a leather strap around her neck. Her bucking and attempts to suck any air through the collapsed bag against her face makes the fucking so much more intense for both of us. The camera zooms a close up of her panicked and hopeless face. Wow.

The best though is when I fuck her mouth, held open by a ring gag. It is here where she will take my load. When ejaculation finally comes it is with my hard cock deep within her mouth filling her throat with cum. Staying pressed against her face, I squeeze her nostrils closed with my hand so she can only suck in air through her mouth to breathe. This ensures she swallows all that I have given her. Something she detests and never allows. She has made my day being the forced cum swallowing bondage slut of my greatest fantasy.

This creation is to me the hottest thing I have ever seen. It is everything I fantasize of doing to my willing wife, operative word there ‘willing’. I have no desire at all in real life to forcibly do these things to her against her will. She is the love of my life, and I would never hurt her or bind her unless she longed for it. She’d have to beg for it.

The absolute truth is she would never want this. Never allow this. Would hate even the thought of it. If she saw BDSM bondage and sexual abuse this severe, she would be beyond furious, hurt and crushed. Yes, this would never, never, never happen. I’ve long ago come to terms with that. It is as it should be. That makes what I am watching even hotter. The ultimate forbidden fruit.

Many guy’s fantasies are doing it with another woman. Maybe multiple women. Other men. Not me, this is mine. A wife severely bound, disciplined and fucked. Hot, hot, hot. Because it is so wrong. So forbidden in my personal world. The definition of taboo taken to the extreme.

In my home life we have and do enjoy bondage play. It’s what my last journal ‘Because She Loves Me’ is all about. But it is not her thing. Light to moderate bondage is about as far as it will go. That’s has much to do with why I am here in San Francisco, to get my bondage and sexual abuse fix.

Getting back to the on-screen entertainment, I was so focused, so engrossed I didn’t even notice or hear all the comments and cheering coming from the peanut gallery around me. What brings me back to reality is when someone says, “So you like to do bound naked girls who can’t stop you, well I like to do bound naked men who can’t stop me, especially straight ones,” as he plows full force and deep into my fully accessible and bound hole.

And that is how the evening progressed. The video looped repeatedly. Others came to watch. And my ass and mouth were used for the pleasure of others. Other men. My attention so diverted by the film I had no idea of how many took advantage of my situation. But I loved it. Maybe the best time ever under the submissive control of others. I’ve never been taken by men while so fully erect and aroused. All because of the video.

Its been a while, a long while watching. I so wish I had my hands so I could jerk off to this. It is about that time when Sir Michael returns. He says to me, “I’ve been watching, you’ve really been enjoying this. I’ll give you the details about how we made it when you return home. I also know you too well. You will stress out about getting excited by this. You will also stress about getting excited with the other girls that were here, that you crossed some arbitrary line you can’t even define. You’ll try to convince yourself that you were forced and couldn’t stop it, then counter your own justification knowing you willingly came here and had safe words you didn’t use.”

Continuing he adds, “You won’t let yourself be human. You refuse to believe that coming here allows you a needed release so that you don’t jeopardize your marriage for real by doing something stupid like seeking comfort for your fetishes with women back home. I’m your best friend; I am providing you with a safe outlet. Your wife is just as important to me. I do this for her too. It’s a good thing. That said, I grant you absolution from the Church of Sir Michael. Put your mind at rest.  Of course there is penance to pay,” he says with a giggle I have known since college with him. A giggle that always follows with something bad for me.

And in seconds he is coating my ball sack with IcyHot.  Locked onto the bench, there is nothing to do but suffer for the next half hour, maybe longer. It is first the burning ice-cold penetrating into my balls, then the warming till they are burning. Chemical abuse, they have done this to me before. I’ll live, but I’ll be very unhappy for a while.

I foolishly think he is done with me, he is not. He now says, “We will be heading in different directions tomorrow and it will be a while till I see you. So, a blow job by my bound bestie would be nice, don’t you think? Do me good, I want you to take some of me home with you. You know you want it.” And with that his cock, already semi-hard is presented for service.

I express in many of my other writings that this cock is big. Very big, something to be proud of and he has been boasting about it as long as I have known him. It takes effort for me to take him orally. But I have been improving my skills since he first made me kiss it two years ago.

I get to work, I do well, get praise along with his help in making it good for him. Then he drives deep one final thrust, and I do all I can to hold my gag reflex as he unloads his cum, coating my throat then mouth, before he slowly pulls back out leaving a glaze on my tongue with his ending drizzle. He takes his drool and cum coated member and wipes it clean against my cheeks, nostrils and lips as he says, “That was in honor of your Bride, remember what a Saint she is when you play with her.”

Sucking cock, and worse, having it then cum in my mouth is always repugnant to me. I dare not complain, though, as I grumble all the time to Mike that my wife won’t let me cum in her mouth. I think that is his motivation for the job I just gave him, and hence, his comment. But it was at least a diversion for the fire on my testicles that continues to burn ever more deeply without relenting on the surface either.

The ball abuse eventually subsides. The room slowly thins as everyone has had a long and fun day. Master D comes by. He makes some comments about the video still playing including some complementary ones about the attractiveness of my wife. He understands my bondage fetish and adds that he can see why I would like to take her this way, if only in my dreams.

He also says, almost apologetically that he has already sent his mate and weekend sub to bed and doesn’t want to wake him, so if I don’t mind, before he lets me out, he wants to fuck me. Then he added that he is going to do me regardless of my answer but thought he should be polite because I have been such a good submissive.

My butt hole is beyond sore; it’s been ravaged all weekend. This is the last thing I want. But like he said, I have no choice, having no choice is what I signed up for, I will be used again, like it or not. He dons his condom, takes me slow and long and hard, enjoys himself and climaxes like a pro. As he extracts himself, he murmurs humorously, “Yeah, probably the best buck I spent in a long time.”

He releases me and walks me over to the bondage bed. “Your last night and likely last chance for a while, so do you want to sleep bound again?” I nod yes and I am secured as before. A blindfold is added along with ear buds with music. I drift off quickly.