u/Consent4Fun

You already regret your decisions.

You expected it to be a quiet night at the venue; it was packed. People were playing everywhere, the sounds of moans and the wet slaps of leather on flesh mixed with the background music in the way that only a kink club can sound. You expected to use the table in a corner, but it was occupied by a foursome featuring three moaning women and one guy who was either very lucky, very skilled, or both. That left the table in the middle of the space, and I had already set up the equipment. You glanced over the chains, toys, note cards, pens, box, dental dams, and assorted sizes of nitrile gloves before getting into position. The room felt cool against your naked flesh, especially as you spread your legs, and you flinched as the cold of the chain touched your skin. A double wrap above and below your breasts was followed by links positioned just so to compress your tits between the chains. Another double wrap around each thigh and a third around your waist. You leaned back and lifted your legs so that short lengths of chain could connect the thigh wraps to the ones around your waist, forcing your legs spread obscenely open in a way that left nothing hidden. Yet more chains linked the bed to rubber cuffs around your wrists and the wrap around your waist, and you found yourself helpless. Then the final touch; a single wrap of chain around your neck, secured to the bed such that you can't even lift your head up. Each wrap was secured by a shackle such that the chain could never tighten, but could be released in seconds even under tension. As your body warmed the metal the weight became reassuring, like a weighted blanket.

You close your eyes, knowing what happens next. You agreed to this, and in spite of your anxiety you are excited. You feel my hand brush through your hair and see my eyes, soft and reassuring. You know that at the side of the bed are the toys laid out on display, along with the rubber gloves and the box. You love and hate that box. The note cards, the pen, and of course the label on the side: "COMPLIMENTS".

I kiss your forehead and smile. There's already something inside the box. I open it, look over the card, and hold it in front of your face. You hate this part.

James says you have a gorgeous pussy and would like to use the wand on you.

You sigh and speak. "Thank you Sam for saying I have a gorgeous pussy. Please use the wand on me."

Unable to move, you glance around but are denied anything more than a shadow in your peripheral before you feel the wand against your clit. It's not subtle, it's on full blast and pushed right on your clit. You scream from the intensity, the overwhelming sensation of being completely helpless and out of control while a complete stranger plays with the pussy you were just forced to admit was gorgeous. The wand is relentless, and it's not long before you feel the pressure build up. The need. The craving for relief. You look up at me, pleading with your eyes, but I just smile in return. Your hips shift and you strain against the chains when the wand suddenly disappears. Time's up. Fuck.

Another card.

Princess says you are so pretty and would like to use their mouth on you.

"Thank you Princess for saying I am so pretty. Please use your mouth on me."

Almost instantly you feel soft wetness envelope your breast as someone who smells amazing puts your nipple into their mouth. You feel the caress of long hair over your skin as Princess expertly teases and caresses your nipple, sucking and licking in a way that is divinely gentle. Kisses traverse your chest as they cross to your other breast, and then they travel inch by inch down your stomach. Right as you wonder about your thighs getting in the way, you feel their weight shift onto the table. Your vision is filled with the sight of gorgeous legs, intricately lacy panties, and a growing wet spot before their mouth reaches your pussy. The first caress of their tongue through the dental dam sends you into a state of bliss, active thought obliterated by expertly placed licks. You arch your back, desperate for more, fighting the unyielding chain in the hopes of more pleasure. You beg and moan, praying that Princess will let you cum before time is up. They clearly want to as their tongue plunges into your cunt, finding the perfect places to caress and touch. You explode, thrashing against the chains and screaming into their panties, as you cum in their face. You ride the waves for what feels like an eternity, and you are grateful that there's no time limit once your orgasm starts. Princess does their job admirably, refusing to stop until you are finished, and like the good girl you are you thank them again and again as the now dripping panties leave your view.

Another card almost instantly appears. Dominic says you are incredibly sexy and wants to do nothing to you.

"Thank you Dominic for saying I am incredibly sexy."

Another card.

"Thank you Sage for saying that I sound amazing when I cum. Please use your fingers on me." Their fingers run across your body, the sensation of their touch like electricity on your skin.

Another card.

"Thank you Maxim for saying that I look perfect with my legs spread like a whore."

Another card.

"Thank you Alex for saying that I made your night. Please use your fingers on me." You feel the texture of the glove as Michael's fingers slide in effortlessly, two fingers thrusting in and out with careful timing. You're impressed by how perfect the pattern is, like a human metronome using your pussy to keep time. The sequence is relentless, two fingers filling you up before their thumb presses on your clit for a moment. Again. Again. Again. It's simultaneously relaxing and a frustrating tease when they pull out.

Card after card. Compliment after compliment. You're soul feels as raw as your body, worn out from having to admit an endless litany of praises and compliments. It's not easy, but the positive reinforcement of an orgasm always helps. Then I hold out another card. You pause at this one, then smile.

"Thank you Daddy for saying I am perfect, that I am cute, and that I am yours." You take a breath. "Please fuck me."

You feel my hands grab your thighs and my cock tease your pussy. The head slides up and down your slit, easily lubed from your wetness. You moan and whimper, wishing I would give you what you crave. What you need. The head slides inside, opening you up, and as you gasp you feel the rest fill you up. The feeling of fullness, of my throbbing cock sliding along every inch of your needy pussy, makes you clench and forces a deep moan of pleasure out of my throat. I love your body. I crave your body, just as I crave all of you. Your mind. Your energy. Your enthusiasm. You are perfect, because you're perfect for me. I grunt and wrap my massive hands around the chain around your waist, leveraging it to send every thrust deeper and deeper. I'm so hard you feel my pulse through your pussy, and you lose yourself in pleasure. You scream and moan, not caring about anything but the feeling of my cock fucking your needy cunt, and how amazing it feels to be my good girl. To be my little fuckdoll. To just be mine. I moan and ram myself into you, using your body for my pleasure, and you feel my cock throb as I cum deep inside you. Your pussy clenches and you let go as your pussy is filled with the warm reward of being my good girl, and you cum once again. I hold you close, letting you ride the wave as crests and crashes into a roiling ocean of pleasure.

In time I pull out and caress you gently. I kiss you on the forehead and whisper softly into your ear.

"Thank you for being mine."

The room was warm and just dark enough to induce feelings of safety and comfort. The cushion of the massage bed was firm and supportive, and the soft fabric felt luxurious against the bare skin of your chest and stomach. My palm, centered on your spine, radiated warmth and comfort. You could smell the slight hint of coconut from the massage cream on my hands, mingling with undertones of floral notes.

My hands move, and you feel my thumbs massage the base of your skull. The pressure is firm but not overwhelmingly so, and you feel the tension begin to release as my fingers manipulate the muscles and flesh. The pressure transitions to your neck, sliding up and down the sides of your spine, before it flows to your shoulders. I shift my body, standing in front of you, and you feel my palms slide along your trapezius and back towards your spine.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I comment gently as I enjoy the privilege of your body. The pressure comes back across your shoulders, then I grasp your arms and massage all the way down both at the same time. Your deltoids and triceps yield beneath the strength of my fingers, and then I shift to one side to continue to work down the length of your forearm and hand. My thumbs press into your palm before the grip pulls along each finger, savoring every second. The process repeats on the other side before the pressure slides up your arm and to the muscles of your back. You breath deep, enjoying the smell of the cream along with my own clean scent. You always liked the way I smelled.

You hear me grunt slightly as my palms trace all the way down your back, a long and slow movement where I use my body weight to provide the pressure and my fingers to sense every knot for future effort. I avoid the spine religiously, focusing only on the muscles. The pressure reaches all the way down to the end of your spine, and then I reverse course and pull up. Once at the top I reverse course again, only now instead of long glides the pressure is now circular and focused. Knots you barely recognized ache in delicious agony as they resist and then yield. Time drifts along as every source of tension is identified and overwhelmed.

In time my hands drift lower, and you feel the attention driven right to your backside. The feeling is delicious as I deeply massage the muscles, using palms and even my elbow at one point. My fingers trace lower, across the top of your thighs, and I smile as I see you shift your body and lift your ass just a bit as the attention moves between your legs. The touch is deliciously cruel, running along the inside of your thighs and moving upward just enough to make you ache... but not enough to be anything more than a tease. Every motion is driven towards the purpose of torment, with long strokes that trace all the way down your legs before coming up a fraction of an inch lower than where you want. You can't help but pout a bit as you feel the touch trace down your calves and ankles, although that disappointment quickly disappears as I focus on your feet. It feels like I focus on every tiny bone as I carefully manipulate and massage them, taking just the right amount of time.

Satisfied with things, I move back up your calves and thighs. Once again you find my fingers inside your thighs, only now the pressure is deep and controlling inside of soft and teasing. It feels amazing as my hands slide against your muscles, and you only belatedly realize that your legs are opened wider than you previously though. Nothing is hidden, and you might care about how wet you were if you could think. Once again my touch is exasperatingly precise, with your pussy only feeling the slightest hints of pressure but none of the attention you crave.

"Turn over please," I say as my hands gently guide you on your back. As you lay down, my hands rub the back of your neck and move up your skull, leveraging the weight of your head to help manipulate the muscles. Fingers run through your hair as I massage your scalp, taking the time to enjoy the way you feel in my hands. Thumbs and fingers work your forehead, around your eyes, your nose, your lips, your cheeks, and down the length of your jaw. This is followed by firm pressure against the muscles of your chest as my massive hands envelop your breasts and work the flesh underneath. Satisfied with your muscles, my hands move to the breasts themselves and gently tease and touch them, eliciting all of the moans and whimpers that I desire.

The energy steadily becomes more sexual, as the attention to your muscles transitions to the rest of your body. You feel my hand press against your stomach, gently massaging it in a clockwise direction, giving every inch of your body the attention it craves. The pressure moves to your pelvis, with the same tormenting precision as my fingers touch everywhere but where your pussy is on fire. You can feel the amusement even with your eyes closed; you don't need to see to know there's a smug smile taking residence on my face.

My fingers go lower, the barest hint of a touch against the lips of your pussy, and you whimper slightly as I move lower to your thighs again. I lift up one leg and press directly into the crease between your thigh and pelvis, deeply massaging the ligaments and muscle to an extent that borders on the perfect side of pain. You moan as my thumb rides along the crease, and it's only too late that you realized my fingertips were touching your pussy. I repeat the process with your other leg, and this time you're prepared for the pressure... but the fingertips stay away.

I put your legs back on the table, spread more than you would normally expect, and run my hand through your hair. "You're such a good girl for me, it's such a joy to touch you," I say as I caress you and bend over for a kiss. As our lips touch, the hand in your hair grabs you by the roots and the other hand slides between your legs. My tongue slides inside your mouth at the same time that my fingers split your cunt open, effortlessly sliding all the way inside to curl against your a-spot. The same fingers that effortlessly put intense pressure against the deepest knots of your muscles apply that same level of enthusiasm to your pussy. My thumb joins in and presses against your clit.

The intensity is incredible. It feels like all of the tension that my fingers had manipulated out of your body coalesced into your pussy, fused between the fingers deep inside you and the thumb driving your clit wild. The pressure grows, higher and higher, matching the passion by which I am kissing you and holding your hair in place. There is nothing you can do but endure it. There are no thoughts left in your mind. There is no tension in your body save what is aching to explode between your legs. My fingers expertly drive that ache further, manipulating your pussy to my satisfaction.

I release the kiss and pull back. The intensity in my eyes matches what you feel between your legs. There is a hunger there, an insatiable desire for your pleasure. A craving to see you let go, to know that my actions made you do it. A need for it. Your mouth stays open, a silent scream, as your body begins to shake out of control.

"Cum."

You explode and your back arches with the intense release. I let go of your hair so that you are free to move as you need to, held in place only by the unrelenting abuse that my fingers are inflicting against your cunt. Conscious thought ceases as you allow yourself to fully let go, riding wave after wave of pleasure that strips away the last scraps of tension in your body and replaces it with unadulterated bliss. In time you come down, aftershocks sending shudders through your body, and I bring you to my lap and wrap you in a warm blanket. You find yourself sipping juice, your body so spent that you feel like a sentient puddle than a human being. Your muscles seem incapable of holding tension, so instead you just allow yourself to rest against my chest.

I caress your hair and kiss your forehead. You drift off to sleep, your smile matching my own.