littlesubshay:

I don’t know so much about deepest and darkest sexual fantasy. For me that means what are the things that I’d be ashamed to tell someone else, and this blog is rather an open book of that (Yay internet anonymity!). I will tell you a fantasy that has been on my mind these past couple of days as I’ve ached and dripped for Sir though.

In this fantasy I am thoroughly prepared for being used. I haven’t been allowed to touch in weeks and I am desperate for any kind of stimulation. Sir’s pussy aching and clamoring loudly for attention. I’m brought into a preparation room and bound to a convertible bondage table, legs spread wide, hands bound to me uselessly, maybe even in a straitjacket. A gag placed in my mouth, further emphasizing that I have no control over what will happen to me next. Then I am shaved bare, with hands that are careful to never get as close to Sir’s pussy as I would like them to. After I am shaved to satisfaction, some arousal gel or irritant will get dropped onto Sir’s clit, and legs still spread wide, I’ll be flipped over onto my stomach. My hips will be raised and head down on the table, able to watch as a bulging enema bag is wheeled into the room. Simultaneously I feel a large nozzle inserted into me, and inflated to make sure that I have no choice but to hold it for however long is required. The water pours into me, warm and pleasant until the cramping starts. I begin to squirm, trying vainly to get away as the water continues to run into me, hearing amused chuckles from those around me. Time seems to stop as I twist and turn unable to get away, desperate only for the moment where I will be allowed to release. Finally, a timer goes off and I am dragged over to a toilet still bound, allowed to dispel the water. Unable to even wipe myself, unable to hide the glistening of Sir’s pussy as someone else must clean me up. This process is repeated a few times until they are satisfied that I am cleaned out and ready.

I am brought back to the table and strapped down again. Sir’s pussy receives yet another dose of irritants, watching as they make me buck and squirm. Eventually a pair of panties with two inflatable dildos is brought over.  My legs are unbound and the panties are placed on me, dildos filling me in their uninflated state. The panties are secured onto me with a chastity belt, ensuring that there is no way that they can be removed. The plugs are pumped up a few times until I can feel each plug adding to the pressure of the other. Only then are my arms finally released.  While my arms are free, I’m also placed in thigh cuffs with a short chain between them, ensuring that any movement that I have is still strictly limited. My eyes glaze over with the feelings of fullness after so many weeks of desperate emptiness, and sheer frustration with my desperate need to rub Sir’s aching clit. Hands flying uselessly to the chastity belt, clawing at it and trying desperately to find some way underneath it. Not caring at all about the audience watching as I debase myself.

And of course from here there are so many possibilities. Being dressed and taken out, all bondage hidden, as Sir discreetly pumps the dildos up even more any time he feels like it. Being forced to walk around, and cropped or whipped each time I stop as the sensations get too intense. Having my upper body held immobile while I desperately thrust around my lower body trying to gain any kind of relief. Being suspended by my crotch placing all my weight on the implements inside of me. Maybe experiencing all of this over the course of the day. Holes filled and stretched just to be used and entertaining. Maybe even being put away for the night just like this, left to explore on my own just how impenetrable this predicament really is.