I know I know, I promise so much and deliver so little. Consider me well spanked, because we all know there’s been no shortage of that…
So after a lot of requests I’m going to give you my side of that night ages ago that Tom talked about. Now I know he said I agreed to it, and I suppose that’s technically true, I did not give the OK for them to do what they did. Apparently it was 12 hours but it felt like a week, and they literally didn’t give me more than 5 seconds where there wasn’t something inside me. I think I blacked out at one point and I’m still not sure I’m the same down there. I was sore for weeks.
Tom said there was 7 of them but I really couldn’t tell. I know it started with Tom and 3 others and there was 2 different guys at the end after the sun came up, but that’s all I can really remember. They were the worst, those two at the end.
It started with him just tying me to the bed, saying it was a suggestion from one of our followers and asking me to agree, which at that point I didn’t have much choice. Then the doorbell went and suddenly there’s four guys in the room undressing and all just staring at me, trussed up with my legs and arms spread out like I’m a load of meat about to be butchered.
It wasn’t bad at first and having all those hands on me was as exciting as usual, but the more and more it went on instead of calming down they seemed to just get more and more forceful. Looking back now it’s probably when more guys arrived but when I started asking them to go easier it just made them even worse.
Now I know this sounds bad but I did have a safety word the whole time and I’ve no doubt Tim would have stuck to it. But I’ve never used it before and I always promised I wouldn’t and been proud that I haven’t.
The problem was when Tim went to bed and left me with the other two. I was exhausted and delirious and they’re weren’t done. At this point I don’t know how many hours had gone by but they had started using the dildo on me, maybe because they had cum too many times and then they found the mop and thought it would be funny to use the handle.
It’s not even like they were getting anything out of it but they wouldn’t stop even when I tried to use the safety word, they both claimed Tom had told them another word so they carried on. At the end I still had my hands tied to the posts and one was standing on the bed with one hand keeping my legs either side of his neck while he kept pushing the dildo inside me with the other hand, while the other was at the foot of the bed with mop handle in my arse - except instead of just back and forth he would make sure it came all the way out so he could push it back all the way.
Tom stopped it when he woke up and let me sleep, but then later insisted on making me ride him and tell him how much I loved being his slave.
We’ve talked about it since and it’s partly why we’ve taken a bit of a step back recently, so again sorry for the silence but trying to find the right balance.
titsay
romaincrisis
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