Eight Days in a Binding Contract

Sunday night. When we arrived home, I am directed to pull my plug, shower and douche myself and to report the bedroom with my earbuds, my Lovense butt plug, the larger one I brought with me, and my phone. We are fully back into submissive mode. Sir Michael’s pegging bench is very versatile and useful for so many activities. I was told to mount it once again and asked am I comfortable because I’m going to be on it for a while. I settled myself in and was secure down. The straps on his bench can be adjusted to any tightness. He really pulled down tight on each of them this time as if he wanted his target to have no ability to move about. He then placed my ball gag deep in my mouth and secure it just as tightly around my head.

Some kind of cream was then spread all over my balls and my shaft. Cool, feels nice, some life comes to my genitals. I then felt my sack pull taut and something stroked down it. I think for a second and while a second dragging goes down my sack, I realize I am being shaved. I think with a straight razor. I suck in a breath and hold it as I’m immediately petrified that I could be cut down there and there would be no worse pain. Sir Michael says relax, you’re fine, I shave my own balls all the time. Somethings are involuntary and can’t be stopped. Me being nervous right now is one of them. This takes a while and is in fact interesting as it goes on. He delicately covers every part of my ballsack. He also gets the hairs on my shaft and just slightly past the shaft base. My crack then has cream added and it too is cleared of any and all hair. The places he is shaving are again and again hit with the blade making sure I am 100% free of hair. I then feel a warm moist towel wipe me thoroughly down. I’m inspected and he goes back and removes a few more remaining hairs. “There, now your butt looks good, all that nasty hair gone.  By the way, there were a couple of gray ones. Don’t fret I didn’t touch your front bush; your wife will never be able to tell. You are going to love the nubs in a couple of days.”

He then lubes me and slides in my vibrator plug. It has never entered me with so little resistance and with no pain. I have been stretched. I can feel him pushing the base to turn it on, then the short burst of a vibration to indicate it is in fact turned on. A minute or two later it roars into action as Sir Michael has activated its programming from my phone. This will be a wonderful distraction for whatever he’s got planned for the evening. He then comes to my head and unbuckles the gag and pulls it out. “I didn’t want to hear your screaming should I have accidently cut your balls,” he said nonchalantly. 

He then puts my ear buds in my ears, then wraps an Ace bandage lightly around head I think to hold them in place. This also blindfolds me and so I can no longer see. My phone then broadcast music into my ears. Loud, but nice. I think it’s my Beatles channel. Next, my lite leather hood is put over my head and stretched down to my neck, laced up tight and my head and face are in bondage as is the rest of my body. I cannot see or hear the outside world. At least for now I’m loving it. I really do love to be bound. And a hood is the cherry on top. 

I lay bound to the bench with minimal care for a long time. The only thing really giving me attention is the butt vibrator which is running a program that could make me climax just on its own, I try to ignore it, but that is nearly impossible with nothing else happening. Occasionally during this time, Sir Michael will rub his hand down my back, or down my leg, once even down my crack, but those moments are fleeting and startle me when they happen.

Now these touching’s seem to be a little more deliberate. I feel him caressing my butt checks. Then one side is slapped, which takes me by surprise and makes me jump, but that just really means a push against my bonding, I have minimal movement, if any, but it didn’t really hurt. I am being played with in earnest now. My vibrator stops and I feel it pulled out.  A few moments later I feel my butt hole cleansed with a moist wipe of some kind. Play seems exploratory. I’m penetrated from behind by a finger and it spins around and exits. Then what feels like a thumb violates me. Rubbing up and down my back.  Then my butt cheek. Everything so far is reasonably tame.

And things stop.  A few minutes pass by and more of the same. Then it stops. A few more minutes pass and I feel a dildo inserted in me. It is slowly sliding in and out twisting, coming all the way out, then being inserted again, out fully and back in numerous times playing with my back door, its nice.

And things stop.  Maybe for ten minutes this time. WHACK, my butt is hit with a paddle, hard but not excessive. This appears to be a real start of things as I am successively stuck ten times on my right butt cheek. The paddling stops and the cheek is then tenderly caressed for a minute or two. A pause. Then WHACK, my left cheek is smacked. A total of another ten hits. Then a caressing. Back to the right, then to the left, and it stops. Twenty hits to each side, delivered slowly, deliberate. My butt is stinging, I don’t know how you can feel color, but it feels red. It feels exhilarating. I’m not really hurt; this is a good pain pleasure.

Again abandoned. Maybe a good fifteen minutes this time, definitely longer that before. And its WHACK, my butt is again hit with a paddle, just as hard, same cadence, same caressing between each set of ten till we hit forty again. And I’m stinging and I have the same exhilaration, but the pain is lingering just a tad longer and I think my butt is probably a deeper red. 

Another, good fifteen minutes go by when I feel the zipper over my mouth being opened on my hood. A finger pushes against my lips I assume it’s a signal open my mouth and I do. Immediately something is pushed in, trying to get behind my teeth and I quickly conclude its one of my ring gags being put into place. I don’t resist and open my mouth wider so Sir Michael can properly seat it. It is buckled behind my hood. The mouth zipper is adjusted so it is fully clear of my lips. I think this is good news as this ring probably isn’t wide enough to let Sir in. What I assume is another throat training session will not gag me, at least not as much as he did, the dildos were easier yesterday. Boy am I wrong.

I feel something at the front of my mouth and it ever so slowly starts to slip in. I sense that it is a dildo, one of the ones that are a simulation of the real thing. I meet it with my tongue and attempt the tongue maneuvers I have been coached on. It pushes a little further in than make a bit of a retreat. It starts to slide forward again and… HEY, this is a real dick!  My mind is racing, confused, it’s not Michaels, it’s not Michaels, it’s not Michaels my brain screams. My head is grabbed and held as I instinctively pull back and I do have head movement; well, I did until I was grabbed and held. Two hands are holding my head, and a third one is gently patty my shoulder in a ‘relax, its OK, everything is going to be fine’ kind of pats. I’m not upset, I more just startled. I didn’t know anyone was coming tonight, I’m not mentally prepared. I fantasized about being forced to service others, but fantasies don’t come true. Get yourself under control, the way you are bound this is happening whether you want it to or not, just like you dreamed. If you don’t settle, you’ll miss the details. And the dick that I know isn’t Sir Micheals begins its slow dance in and out of my mouth. My tongue stays dormant for the moment as the dick begins an exploration of my mouth. He’s out more than he is in. He darts in and retreats. He’s being very good to me. If he wanted to, he could really rape my mouth and throat I couldn’t stop him. I get why the gag was put in, during my initial startling I might have bitten him. While my emotions are still in a whirlwind, my mouth and tongue are trying better to get with the program. Whoever this is, he’s trying to help me. I’m sure Sir Michael has given him all the particulars and he knows he is basically penetrating a virgin hole. Sir Michael, I guess, was there first technically, but I wasn’t handling him. Not a lot has happened here yet, but his size doesn’t seem like it’s a problem. He’s normal size, hooray!

As he feels me relax a bit, he starts to add more movement, sliding in and out a little deeper. He is staying reasonably hard, so I try to rub my tongue more on the shaft and head. There seems to be an appreciation. He does a lot of complete pull outs and reinsertions as he can in that way push his dick against my lower or upper lip as he passes. From person experience on the receiving end of a BJ, the lips do most of the stimulation work as the rod glides by. My lips can’t fully close due to the gag. The strokes get continually longer till finally my gag reflex is stimulated. He pulls out immediately so I can recover. He’s a decent fellow. But he hits it again two or three times more as he figures out how far he can go. He must have pumped my mouth for a good ten minutes or more till he stopped. Of course, I never got him to a point where he climaxed.

I’m left alone for another ten minutes or so when I feel someone at my head again and feel the gag being unbuckled. Its removed. Shortly there after I feel a dick pressing at my lips. OK, he’s going to screw my mouth again, this time without the gag. I open my mouth, probably a bit reluctantly as I try to let my mind get around giving a blow job to someone I don’t know when I don’t get excited by men, only being excited from a fantasy of being force while bound, A fantasy which is now real, just like I was told at the contract signing, oh my mind is spinning, but none the less I my mouth is open. A dick head is push in and it’s not the same. Its big, absolutely it not the same, how many men are here that I have to suck? Wait, wait, wait, I think this is Sir Michael. I hadn’t paid any attention to the other dick’s taste, but I detect coconut again, yes, I’m sure it is Michael.

He doesn’t push in far and he begins a slow in and out, he’s going a deeper now as I can touch his forward shaft with my tongue. He goes no deeper so I try to please him the best I can with my tongue but he’s wide and it isn’t that easy. I can’t believe my mind is saying bring the other one back, it’s easier to handle. But it’s not coming back, it busy getting ready to do something else.  And the dick in my mouth goes away.

I feel a finger at my butt, lube is being applied. The finger is now in me, probing, exploring, deeper, deeper. I can handle one finger effortlessly now. A minute or two later I promoted to two finger exploration. My prostate is being massage and it exciting. Can’t tell whose fingers are in me. Do they belong to the same penetrator for before? Now its three fingers, that fills me tight, but the fingers are working me, stretching me, I can feel my butt loosing up. It’s a good sensation. And it’s OK, because I know I can’t stop it and that the sick fantasy is real now. And the group of three fingers exit and I’m coated with some more lube.

Two arms grip my side. Another two start to message my shoulders from over my head. And I feel something bump my butt hole. One of the arms comes off my side and I sense it pressing against my butt cheek. There is the pressure of something pushing against my butthole just like the fingers before and I feel penetration. He pushes in, the arm returns to my side, and I realize I am no longer an anal virgin. As the mind again goes crazy, I work hard on concentrating on the details as I was advised at the signing. This is really happening to me. Progression inward is slow but steady. He slippery and no bigger than the dick dildos that visit me the last two days. He stops and lets it just sit there for a minute. Then he begins a withdrawal, I think about halfway, and then starts moving in again. No pain. No anything at the moment as my brain has seemed to have shut down. Now, movement back, and in again. Further now. I’m having no issue with the depth we are hitting. There is no gag reflex in the butt. I think if there is pain from him going too far, I’ll just buck up and he’ll stop. It never needs to come into play. He goes deeper and his strokes seem to use most of what he has. Now he has picked up his pace a little. Nothing excessive. From short strokes he moves to longer deliberate strokes in and outs, He grips my arms in what seems like an attempt to help him gain leverage and power to his strokes. It’s been a few minutes now, maybe even five. And my feeling, physically I mean, is still ok. No pain, lube is doing its job as he seems to be gliding freely, there is no pulling. Sexually I not feeling any stimulation inside of me, at least I don’t think so, but I feel like I’m reasonable tight around him and he feels hard so I think it should be doing something for him. That image actually gives me a tickle. I’m being fucked and I have no control over it, and I can’t stop it and its real and I’m starting to get my mind back into the program. I feel my shoulders still being rubbed and I know Sir Michael is watching over me. I bet you he’s pleased with himself.

The action in my butt seems to be picking up just a bit, not too much, I’m ok. I sense my penetrator is starting to enjoy himself. It is now at the point that it comes clear to me that he may be planning on taking this to the logical end. I can feel his grip on my sides tensing up, he’s seeming to be moving his dick faster, and pulling more of his shaft out of me before plunging back forward. Now the strokes are definitely longer, I’m still good, my ass is able to take this. Then a final hard push and he abruptly stops. I want to say I feel him cumming, but I’m not sure. I don’t know what jizz in one’s butt actually feels like. There is a pause for just a few seconds, and he starts pumping me again, just short movements with him staying deep within me. He is slowly moving back and forth. He stops again and I feel him lay his upper body on my back. I feel Sir patting me on the shoulder and stepping back. Then his partner in this successful man-fuck slowly pulls himself back and out of me. It is an odd physical sensation as he pops out.  About two minutes go by and I feel a warm damp cloth being rubbed around my crack and hole. I am being cleaned up, it feels nice.

So, I’m left bound to ponder my feelings and they come flooding in. Nothing you wouldn’t think based on the fantasy that was acted on. Bound and uncontrollably violated. An unwanted penetration forced upon me that I could not stop. And it was consensual, agreed to by a signed contract.