Vegas Twelve to One, Daunting Odds

“Let us get you showered and ready to go home. I was taken to the wet room for one last time. My butt holds onto its unusual contents. The handcuffs were removed, and unexpectedly I am once again strung up spread eagle to the chains by the wash shower. I thought, wrongfully, that we were done with the bondage part of the weekend, we obviously were not. I am sprayed down, scrubbed, hair washed and re-rinsed. I am somewhat glad as I wouldn’t want to have flown coast to coast after this morning’s events without a shower. Surprisingly, I was not washed internally. After my rinsing my attendant left, but not for long this time.

“I was just reverifying how I am to provide you with your final pain/pleasure memory of your stay with us.” Not fully understanding exactly what this last activity entails; I was touched that he was to deliver my weekend’s final experience in servitude. It seemed only fair, as despite being the co-play party host and co-owner of this magnificent paradise home of subservient suffering, as Master’s submissive he had the disgusting task of taking care of my bodily functions and cleansing all weekend. And having that misthought, with me fully exposed and vulnerable via my chained upright spread eagle restrained bondage, he begins to expertly and painfully whipped me with a long-stranded leather flogger. First with down strokes on my shoulders, then across my back with lateral ones, moving back to down strokes on my butt, then crisscross ones on both my hindlegs. Next is my chest, concentrating on my previously abused nipples, traveling down to my belly and then finally to my privates with strong, methodical, repetitious upward strokes. A very effective and skilled delivery from someone supposedly a submissive. After the first round he starts another. These attacks were made even more agonizing due to my still shower wet dripping body. I twist and try to arch away, shift my body any way I can but to no avail. He turns on the overhead shower for a quick rewetting and then back to whipping. The water does its job of making the flogging more torturous. The vicious blows come despite my efforts to avoid them by violently pulling against the chains which will not yield. I wither in pain and moan in agony. I had already mentally exited the play, I thought we were done, I had showered, but here I am still chained and tortured. I am so confused; my mind again is not functioning. I am surprised how long this has gone on, he’s already enroute to my privates of his fourth rotation when he offers some guidance that he surely could have shared earlier, “I will continue until I hear you cry RED. You must be the one to decide when to end your servitude reality and return to the world of fantasy.”  And the intensity picks up on the attack on my privates. I try to absorb the hits, but it doesn’t take much longer, merely seconds, for my legs to give way and collapse causing me to hang from my wrists. Dangling limp and in agony I beg for the merciful ending of my weekend servitude with the plead of RED, RED, yes end it, I beg you RED.

His hard under swing already in motion lands a final blow to my balls, but no more would be coming. My arms and feet are immediately released, and I am helped to the floor where I am held tightly, cuddled, and stroked tenderly with compassion and understanding. “You did magnificent this weekend. We are all so proud of you. You kept in your role, never complained, or resisted. You tested your limits and then some. When I was hung on the gallows, I didn’t handle it nearly as well as you did. I think you really experienced true BDSM servitude and got to live your fantasies as we understood them. As a submissive, I understand first-hand what a trial it is to adopt this life, but I love living it each weekend with my loving master. You are just starting your journey and having great limitations at home will be frustrating for you. You can call me or Master anytime you want to talk about the life. I am so glad you came and let us share this with you. And thank you for sexually making yourself available to pleasure us. I know you found most of the things we did sexually to you repulsive and the discipline harsh, but you know in your heart and mind it is what you desired at the same time. I can’t wait to read your next journal describing your perspective on the activities of the last few days. You are welcome back anytime. All of us look forward to it.” And I’m given a final long hug and handshake.

As I am allowed to sit there on the floor to recover, I am toweled dry. Then told when I am ready to go brush my teeth and gargle, so I won’t travel home with a cum taste in my mouth and smell on my breath. He says with a smile, “It lingers, otherwise.” As I do that, the first time in three days unrestrained in any way, while he gathers my clothes and brings them to me. As I dress, he hands me a thin woman’s sanitary napkin. “Put this in your shorts. Master did not want me to douche your butt after our game because he thought while you were formulating your final thoughts on the events here on the flight home, you knowing that there was cum of twelve men still in you might help crystallize in your mind what once was your fantasied servitude has become very real. And I assure you, even though you were expertly rimmed by one of the best, much of the cum is still in you. Some will surely weep out as you travel. The pad will protect your garments, so you won’t have questions to answer when you get home. Try your best to not pass gas, it likely will prove messy.”

“Sir Michael has packed your travel bag. Your toys have been cleaned and discreetly packed in your bag. He has your computer too. I suggest when you are waiting for your plane you catch up with your journal with today’s entries while they are still fresh in your mind as many additional things have happened since you wrote in it this morning. There is ample time for you to stop for lunch. I know you are hungry as you had minimal food all weekend. I suggest you don’t overdo it with your first meal, like eating fast food such as burgers and fries. They will play havoc with your colon after the altered menu and the flushing regiment you had. Your normal discharges will return in two or three days. Yeah, I know this is new to you, but you will be fine. It is just considered normal for our crowd.”

“All of our other guests are out on the pool deck. They said their goodbyes to you on the bench as it should be with a submissive belonging to someone else. I am now going to take you to my partner and Sir Michael. They will meet us at the dungeon door where I will leave you with them and I will go join my guests at the pool. There are different ways to interpret your Contract. The Red you call here could be considered the end of your servitude and that’s OK. But I think it would a courtesy to both of them if you left the dungeon still bound and with your collar on till you leave our home, which is also contractually fine.” I answer immediately despite still in a recovering stinging-pain state, “Of course, that is fine with me.”  And in my best subservient tone I say, “May I honor you by having you place my collar around my neck and secure me as you see fit one more time.” The collar is put on and simple handcuffs locking my hands behind me. I take one last wide look at my three-day home of torment and ecstasy, and I am escorted out of the dungeon.

I am handed off at the door as planned and the two Masters and I head back to the office where we first talked.

“Sit down. I want you to know it was a pleasure to serve as your surrogate dominant for the weekend. You should be proud of how you handled all that you endured without complaint or resistance. And while we all know you had signed away your body for us to sexually use for our pleasure and had no choice or control in the play, you were a quick learner and trooper throughout, a lot of fun to abuse too. Now, like you, I still have a desire for confidentiality. You don’t know who any of us are or where we live or about our personal lives other than how we like to play on weekends. However, I did share that my partner is an attorney. And now I am going to share a similar detail about me, I am a practicing medical doctor. You don’t need any more specifics. I tell you that for two reasons. First, I want to assure you that it is my belief you are safe from disease from any of my guests. I have known all of them for at least ten years, some much longer. We all limit who we play with to a select group which includes two more couples who were not able to attend. I don’t think you could handle any more than were here anyway. The very few that are HIV positive have been zero-detectable for years and I see their testing results quarterly. We are all tested that often, as my mate has strict rules. Second, even with the best health records and strong trust between us, precaution is never a bad thing, especially considering how many different fluids we deposited in your body. I would be a bad practitioner if I sent you home to a wife with the potential of an infection, regardless of how low we believe the risk to be, so I am offering you two medications. One is doxyPEP which is doxycycline. It is a post-exposure one dose pill that will prevent common STD infections from establishing themselves. The other is HIV PEP, a post-exposure prophylaxis, which functions as a morning after type pill for the prevention of HIV if you were exposed. Unfortunately, this one requires you to take a pill every day for 28 days. I have them both here for you along with brochures on them. It is totally up to you if you want to take them, but it is my recommendation to do so just to be ultra safe. It is important to start them within 72 hours of exposure. You are already dancing on that timeline since you’ve been here for the weekend. You might also get tested in about a month just to ease your mind if you are worried.”

“Wow, excellent, thank you. I think that’s fantastic. In fact, it will help alleviate my biggest and only remaining concern about the weekend. If you have some water, I’d like to take them both right now.” And I do. For the record, I took the remaining 27 pills of the HIV PEP as directed over the next month.

“We need to head out, so we are not rushed. Your bag is in the car,” indicates Sir Michael. I start to say, “I want to thank you…” and I am cutoff. “Your Dominant has already thanked me, many times over, both verbally and physically. It is my belief that it is inappropriate for a Dom’s submissive to thank another Dom for something set up between the two of them. Make sure you do thank your master, however.” He then gives me a wink and says again “As I said you were an excellent submissive and great fun to use. Doing a Straight against his will is a real turn-on. Please come back and play with us again. I mean that.” We got up, my hands still cuffed, and we headed out to the car. There our Host unlocks my wrists, gathers his cuffs, pats me on the back and we get in the car. Michael handed me the blindfold that I wore on the way in, and I put it on and took off the collar as we drove away.