Vegas Twelve to One, Daunting Odds

“We might as well get started,” my host states. “Here’s the idea,” Sir Michael adds. “I want you to have the best experience possible. I’m certainly not an expert at being a BDSM Dominant. As you can easily guess, our Host is. So, he and I have agreed that he will take the lead in your activities for the weekend. This will make me happy. I am and will continue to still serve as your Dominant providing a watchful eye over your bondage, use and discipline, but I’ll rely on his expertise and knowledge to push your limits and fulfil your fantasies. I trust him fully and you should too. He promises to start slowly, but where it goes from there, I will leave it to him and his friends. Just remember, they will all be here to enjoy their special kind of sexual entertainment, they didn’t come to a dungeon to play ‘kissy-kissy, let’s make love on the bed’. This should be your fantasy come true. I suspect and hope that much of their fun on this visit will be focused on you. You’ll be a sweet new treat for them. That being said, I hope you don’t blow this rare opportunity and cop out with safe words when things get a little rough or just outright quit; you’ll hate yourself knowing you likely will never get chance like this in your world. OK?”

After seeing the place, I am borderline panicked, realizing this would be much more of an ordeal than I had envisioned, and Sir Michael had just confirmed it. On the other hand, yes, the others would get their kicks, but they were genuinely trying to give me a gift. I really couldn’t and wouldn’t object now. I had agreed to do this in the freshly renewed Contract, so I obediently replied, “Yes Sir”.

And then our Host filled in the details, “Great. We will start playing with you now, but your servitude will begin in earnest tomorrow morning. As I said, you will meet my mate, partner, love, and submissive then. He will be your caretaker for the weekend. By that I mean, he will provide your meals, minimal as they will be, oversee your morning routine, including your morning workout, shower and cleansing and manage your bathroom needs. Regarding that, if you need to piss, it will be done where you are bound via a portable male urinal bottle. I’m not letting you up every time you have a whim to wiz. Most of the time, he or one of his fellow submissives will remain in the dungeon with you if the rest of us have gone elsewhere. Otherwise, you will be watched via monitors in the house or on Sir Michael’s or my phone. There are numerous cameras throughout the dungeon, you have no privacy anywhere here. All that happens here will also be recorded, but don’t worry as nothing is being transmitted publicly and your Contract limits regarding sharing videos and photos will be respected. A copy of the recordings will be kept in our archives along with your Contract for everyone’s protection. My partner is a practicing attorney, and he is fussy about things like that. You will remain in some form of bondage for the entire time you are here. The plan is for you to spend the vast majority of your time in the dungeon, except if I decide you should be taken to the pool area where, as I told you, we sometimes entertain, or when you work out in our gym, and maybe when you greet my guests for the weekend.”

He continued, “Yes, there will be others here. I believe Michael has made you aware of that. We have a group of friends that meet here monthly to play. We in the gay world call them play parties. My friends have all been made aware of you. I have shared your story and most of them have looked up your journal online and have read it. At my request, Michael has emailed them copies of your contract, so they are informed of the contents, limits, rules, and safe words. Sir Michael and I promise you that we will see everyone abides by it. Please recognize, however, that these friends are practicing BDSM enthusiasts. They are here to enjoy that lifestyle and they often play hard. Like myself and my partner, they are all Dom/sub couples. None of them are extreme or overly sadistic practitioners but they aren’t pussies either. There may also be another single participant, I am still waiting confirmation on that. This group engages with each other almost exclusively. They each have their own unique kinks which make our weekends fun for all. You are new, safe prey. It will be interesting to see how each of them incorporates and targets you into their play. I don’t think you, or any of us, will be bored. You sore, tired, and well used, likely.”

“Tonight’s activities will be minimal, as we need you to get as much rest now as once tomorrow morning’s wakeup comes, you will almost certainly not have any sustained meaningful sleep time through Sunday. I believe you’ve been told you are permitted to take catnaps whenever you can, and I encourage you to do so. Since we need no new permissions to use your body, we will start any activity we wish on you whether you are awake and alert or not. There are drawers built into the wall near the table we showed you. Strip naked and put your clothes and personal items you have on you in there. Your luggage will be brought in later. My mate will unpack you and put your stuff in the drawers. He will gather the play toys you brought and put them where they will be accessible to us. He will put your meds and personal care items in a waterproof box in the wet room. Now go ahead, get to it.”

I striped as ordered and presented myself, somewhat hiding my privates with my hands, a little embarrassed of being stark naked in front of a man who with his eyes is conducting a thorough inspection of what he sees. My genitals quickly are placed into clear view as I was then handed a leather collar embossed with the name ‘BITCH’, advised that a collar is the symbol of servitude, and told to put it on. Apparently, someone took time to purchase a collar just for me. I am then handcuffed with my hands behind my back and walked over to one of the pegging benches and told to climb on. With my hands not available to help, they provide the boost. I am familiar with this piece of equipment, having spent a significant time being trained and used on one at Sir Michael’s. I am strapped down. New to me is that this bench has a headrest, and thus, my head too is secured tight. I am then blindfolded. Stuck, I wait, unable to resist any assault other than refusing to open my mouth and I know from my previous training, doing that would result in severe consequences. I feel lube being smeared around my butthole and then a butt plug is rudely pushed in. I had been working myself with toys prior to the trip to prepare myself for this inevitable need, but even with prep, this insertion hurt. I was still adapting to the discomfort in my ass when my pain receptors were diverted to my cheeks being paddled. Stinging, rapid strikes, in sets of three, hitting one cheek, then the other. We had just started, so I can think of no reason for being disciplined. This must be simply because it pleased my masters. They were just setting the tone, kicking things off. Each of them working their own selected cheek. Apparently, to further set the mood they outfitted me with a ball sling on my sack and then suspended a considerable amount of weight from it and set it swinging. The swaying was assisted by my jerking body as I was then whipped by a flogger on my back, butt, and tender sides. They seem to take turns with a single whip this evolution. You could tell one abuser was more practiced in this art. And then it stopped. I was proud of myself as, other than quiet moaning, I never cried out or used any safe words.

My surrogate new master then whispers in my ear, “That was to mentally prepare you for taking and accepting pain for the rest of the weekend. It was just a tiny mild taste of things to come. Be sure to ponder on it as you fall asleep. Keep thinking, ‘I cannot control this, they can and will do whatever they want to me, it is impossible to resist, suffering, pain is inevitable, I deserve it, I want this.’ You know one of the things we will want again and again is to be service orally, it’s your fantasy and desire and will be your reality. I know you have learned to do this, and you are going to show me now what you learned and can handle.” I can feel his presence now in front of me and hear the sound of his zipper, then the push down of his pants and briefs. “Open,” is the command and I obey. I’m surprised to find he is already hard. I can tell that he is circumcised, clean and fairly large. Not Michael large, but large enough. I go to work as taught using my tongue on his head and slit and lips on his shaft. I have no other tools to help with my hands and head secured. I concentrate on the fact that I am bound and unable to resist my distasteful use and that helps motivate my efforts. This scene seems to also be exciting to him, it makes sense, a Dom fucking the mouth of a bound sub is his thing. He gives me a familiar set of ongoing instructions of “Close, Lick, More tongue, Use your lips, No teeth,” etc.  He is doing his part too, moving in and out without going so deep as to gag me. He has a good grip on my head and uses that hold to help with the work action. It is subtle though as the head restraint doesn’t allow for much movement.

I then get a very specific command of “Now get ready and do not bite me or you’ll suffer more than you desire.” I am trying to make sense of what he just said when my butt is whipped again, this time with what felt like a riding crop. The second it hit my body jumped and my jaw naturally contracted, but because of the warning I was able to control it pretty well and he was not bitten, at least not bitten hard. “Good Bitch,” I hear. The stinging strikes keep coming as the in and out thrusting in my mouth continues. The sound of whip striking me is evidently making the Master excited. His cock is even harder, and his movement is faster. It doesn’t take long when I feel his hands on my head tense up and he shoves in past my gag control and he holds fast as he pulses. I’m gagging and struggle to pull back away from him to no avail, both because of the head restraints and his strong grip holding his groin tight against my face and cock deep in my mouth. I dare not bite down. I can feel his warm cum in my throat and mouth as my throat muscles involuntarily spasm against his dick head exciting him more. It is more than a few seconds of me choking, gaging, and resisting as best I can when he pulls back and exits. My gag reflex is still reacting although there is nothing there. Saliva with some intermixed cum is dripping from my mouth down to the floor. Sir Michael takes one last hit, a fairly wicket one, and stops.

“Good boy, very good boy, you’re not that bad for a newbie. Now close your mouth, swallow good, take all of me down, use your tongue to wipe down the inside of your mouth and then open again,” calls out the Master. I reluctantly swallow and sweep and swallow again, God, I really don’t like the taste of other people’s cum, it’s doable, just not pleasant. I then open wide and wait for the inevitable reentry of a wet cum covered dick looking to be cleaned. And in it comes and I provide the required service with Master still clenching his shaft with one hand coaxing out the last few drops of semen for me to consume. The life of a bondage submissive, obviously. The drops of semen from his second entry doesn’t help the taste. I think this may be a long, long weekend.

“Bedtime, let’s get you ready.” I am unbuckled from the bench, told to dismount and I am immediately re-handcuffed. My blindfold is removed, and I am told to look down. Master says, “See that mess on the floor, you need to clean up after yourself first.” I am pushed down on my knees and then my head is pushed to the floor. “Come on, put your tongue out and lick your mess up.” After I reluctantly comply, I am pulled back up and I am walked over to the big bed. I smile, foolishly thinking I am going to sleep on top of the inviting mattress, not a shower stall like in San Diego. Sitting on the bed is a set of irons, made up of pairs of two-inch-wide chromed steel wrist and ankle cuffs each connected by one-inch oval link silver chains and a similar wide neck collar. A central chain connects the neck collar to the other two pairs via interconnecting rings that allow for movement of the chains. The handcuffs are removed and the two Masters work together to secure my limbs and neck, with the cuffs, their attached chains arranged so that my arms are again behind me. There is enough slack to be able to hobble and move my arms around past my sides, but not far enough to my front to touch my privates or to reach the plug in my butt.

The door to the cell beneath the bed is opened and I am told to get down and climb in. Not so easy when bound as I now am, but I make it happen. No assistance was provided. The door is then closed and then jiggle to show me I was locked in. So much for sleeping on a mattress.  

“The door is locked magnetically. Sir Michael, my partner and I have the card keys that will release the lock. You are here for the night. You will be alone in the dungeon, but night cameras provide surveillance, both visually and audibly. Just so you know, the locks to this cage and all other magnetic locks and doors that may secure you this weekend are interconnected with the fire detection and sprinkler systems. If they operate or if we have a power failure, the locks will all fail-safe open. You know where the exit door to the outside is, and it is always openable from the inside. Your irons will restrict your movements, but if needed you are mobile enough to escape the house. I will be turning the lights out. The only illumination in this room will be from the EXIT sign by the door and the TV monitors. The bed is situated so that a monitor can be seen from each of the four sides of your cage. They will be playing some of the most violent and shocking BDSM bondage and torture films we have collected in a loop all night. The sound system here will blare their sound tracts. The room is well insulated so no sounds can be heard from the room, but I assure you that you will clearly hear the sounds from the videos. Should you need it, there is a male urinal bottle in the back corner of your cell. Be careful, there are no towels. If you have a spill, you lick it up. By the way, because I know you are thinking about it, these sleeping arrangements are all within the allowable terms of your Contract, barely. Expect us to exploit the provisions of that document to our amusement and not yours all weekend long, that way we all can have fun, pleasant dreams my sweet prince.” And they walk away.

The video monitors and sound system comes to life. I hear the cell door close at the bottom of the stairs, then the lights go out and the heavy door at the landing is shut hard, I assume for effect, and the slide bolts closed.  And I am alone, bound naked, filled with a butt plug, and in a cage, with no escape possible, unless there is a fire.

I try to get comfortable. There are no pillows or blankets, the floor is tile, not cold like Sir Michael’s shower stall I slept in, but not warm either. I have a caked phlegm coating and lingering foul taste of cum in my mouth and throat. And of course, I am fully aware of my nakedness other than my leather collar that is just above the metal neck ring that secures me. The video sounds are disturbing, lots of whip sounds, screams and other agony noises. It will be tough to tune them out. I gazed out the cage at one of the screens and Master was accurate, these are violent bondage shows. At least some are with women, which is my sexual preference. I try to get comfortable and think pleasant thoughts, but with the weekend to come on my mind, the stuff I saw in this room, the session I just experienced and can still feel and taste, along with the sounds and sights from the videos make that unlikely. It’s not long before I have the urgent need to pee. With effort, I locate the bottle, but with my hands secure as they are and the poor maneuverability because of the very low ceiling height of the cell, it takes a great deal of effort to get my dick into the throat of the bottle while holding it. With considerable exertion I get it done without a spill.

Task completed; I was back to trying to sleep. Not sure how long I laid there on my side which was most comfortable position before I drifted off, there are no clocks here, but it was a while. At least some of the girls that occasionally appeared on screen were hot from my perspective despite them being bound, raped, and brutalized. I can’t help worrying that I may appear in their future video clips being treated in the same manner. There were some videos that appeared to have been shot here.