You are enjoying this.
The night air cools the blood that rises to the surface of you, but only so much. The evening is still warm, but as the sun descends further below the mountains, the temperature quickly falls with it. The beach remains well lit by a handful of bonfires, but the atmosphere is quieting. All activity is collecting around you, as though it was a cloud of excited molecules beginning to condense.
Everything you are feeling begins to change as well. You are calm, and strangely quiet inside. Reality is getting farther away. Not quickly, of course. More of a slow, lazy drift, much as one might experience on a calm river.
Despite the changes, everything is… normal. The world around you feels like it is meant to be this way. It feels like you are meant to exist this way. A cool breeze passes you, and takes your tension with it. As your body relaxes, time seems to slow. A moment stretching longer, until it feels you’ve met the event horizon of the evening.
Time is moving forward at an infinitesimal rate… or perhaps it moves forward normally but swings backward again like a pendulum. It’s very hard to tell how it is operating right now, actually. The moon hangs still in the sky overseeing the end of the sun’s reign, and controlling the waters between them. The tides of agony and lust which govern your every action and inaction keep you stuck in this moment like a butterfly in amber.
Over and over again, you feel the grasp and grip and touch of everything that wants you. You feel the desire of that which has you, and an urge to surrender to that desire. There is an erotic cruelty about this night, and it is bringing you joy. You are ecstatic – wondering if this can get any better…
You are suffering.
It hurts so bad. You distract yourself with sensation. Rough cord is wrapped all around you. You aren’t aware of each slithering strand’s purpose yet, but you will be. You want to learn. Every line has a reason, every knot a function, and you want to learn everything about them – you don’t just want to be tied up, after all.
The pain is almost too much to withstand. Too intense to feel, too terrifying to look away from. The well placed knots are working their way deeper into carefully selected pressure points. Some are exquisitely painful, while others feel simply wonderful. They are stimulating your body to flood your every nerve with the most delicious hormones and neurotransmitters.
You’re not sure what to expect. In fact, you’ve no idea what’s coming next. The needles and pins on touching your skin are building speed and intensity. The tingling behind your eyes continues to intensify, right up until the moment that – just for a moment – you are not sure if your concerns are truly the priority.
Only for a moment, though. What you want and need is known. Your limits are known. The fingers relax their grip and the hand releases you. A deep gasp fills your lungs with as your diaphragm instinctively expands to its fullest. That is something. Really, something. The first breaths after being choked are… something. They are an unknown pleasure – an exotic desire that must normally go unsatisfied. Just as you begin to catch your breath…
You are penetrated.
Suddenly. It hurts for a second, but the pain is nothing compared what you’re getting elsewhere, and nothing like it, either. What has plunged into you is definitely big, though. You might even call it huge. Once it forces its way in, it plunges deep inside of you, reaching the end, and stimulating you with startling insight. Suspicious insight. Almost like it knows you. Interesting. Slowly, it retracts. In ascending it takes twenty fold the time it did to dive.
The first thrust is always hardest with this one. Consciousness and unconsciousness wage a battle in your mind, one vying for control, while the other advocates a complete loss of it. In the moment, no part of either one knows which side they are on. Your thoughts are turbulent, but for a second, you regain a degree of command over your faculties and relax enough to let go of the hard, hot, pulsing shaft buried within you.
Second thrust. Powerful, sturdy, but very unlike the first one. This is like a hammer, rather than a spear. The powerful strokes bludgeon you, slowly, bluntly, and hard. Each time it strikes you at the end of its journey. You can already feel the bruises starting to form inside you.
Your mouth opens in order to scream at the size of what is pounding in and out of you, but only half a scream emerges before another, warm shaft is forced into it. Instinctively, you start sucking on it, and complete its journey to erection. Another one presses against your tight asshole, and you smile. As it starts to push into you, the others gradually increase their pace. Finally…
You are getting fucked…
Everywhere. In your pussy, in your ass, and down your throat. It’s overwhelming. Overpowering. You are being used for pleasure, and you are getting yours in return. You love this, even if you can’t fully identify why. It’s a strange sensation, and one you’ll be thinking about for a while. You want it, though. You want it as much as it wants you, and that’s a lot.
This is amazing. Really. The potency of this experience is unprecedented. Hard, throbbing, pulsing rods slide into you and out of you at every opportunity. There’s a sharp pinch at your left nipple, and you look down. You are being bitten, but just in the moment. It comes and goes with the mood of the beach, just like the sharp sensation dragging across your back.
Everything is happening right now. You are under tremendous strain. You never knew what realizing your fantasy would mean for your body – you were too preoccupied about what you would be thinking and how it would make you feel. Now you’re getting fucked hard. All over the place, and from every angle. It hurts, but the pain is well removed from the pain which is being inflicted intentionally, rather than incidentally. It feels different. It is a strange feeling. It makes you a little uncomfortable, but something in you likes being reminded…
You are a slut.
At least, that’s what you are here. It’s why you are here, for that matter. You are for the enjoyment of the whole world, and your presence entices that enjoyment. Everything you do makes everything that happens here happen faster. Every move you make, every sound that escapes your lips just throws another splash of fuel on the fire.
The entire beach is trembling with anticipation. The humid air is dripping with sensual desire. The radiant heat of that arousal permeates the air, accompanied by the sounds of enthusiasm and the crackling of bonfires combats the oncoming cold of night. The aggressive energy boils hotter, brought forth by the moans and calls of pleasure you supply it in paradoxical response. It surrounds you, wraps you up and fills you.
Even the ocean discreetly eyes you with interest as it continues to creep closer, and closer. It is known that you are important, oft heard of, and well thought of. You are loved, and you are a slut. You are intelligent, confident and capable, but you are also a part time whore…
You are for use.
You are a well made toy. A perfectly designed plaything. In this world, you are a statue, a beautiful sculpture. You’ve heard that things like you are made to be enjoyed. You smile nearly every time you think of that night. Memory is a funny thing – the way it makes you smile, makes you feel, and makes you wet. This is certainly the most memorable fucking since that night. Perhaps more so.
Here you are well used, and well cared for. Soon everything will make perfect sense. Soon you will be at home with yourself in this place you’ve made within your mind. Soon, everything will feel right. Your feelings are your own and someone else’s at the same time. Like you are looking through her eyes and feeling with her skin. As you hear what she hears, you hear her thoughts as well. You can still smell the tart scent of the candle, and she tastes the rigid shaft thrusting deep into her throat.
There is an understanding between you and she on this matter. There is a limited margin for error in this case, but it is too intriguing not to try. Right now you can’t even remember how you arranged all of this, but it doesn’t matter. It is happening. You can still hardly believe it.
What you taste next is not a surprise, but you did not expect it to come right now. An enormous burst of hot, thick liquid gushes into your mouth. Your eyes widen sharply. Another blast of warm fluid flows over your tongue and pools beneath it. It does not taste good. It doesn’t taste terrible, but it’s not great. Once it is finally done filling your mouth, the shaft retracts and leaves you.
As you prepare to spit, your mouth is closed and you are slapped sternly across the ass. You look upward for instructions, and see that you are not meant to spit it out. You try once to swallow, but unsuccessfully. You gag a little, but nothing more. Once more. This time you swallow the mouthful of once hot, but now warm fluid. It is a challenge, but one you knew you would have to complete. The very second you open your mouth to breathe, another throbbing rod is jammed into your mouth. It is different than the last. Longer, hotter, and more passionate. With intentional recklessness, it too thrusts into your throat…
You are to be shared…
Like a whore. Just like a whore, you do what you’re told. You do it knowing that you’ll get your reward. You want what is wanted of you. You want to give. You like what you are. There is something comforting about knowing your purpose in the universe, even if only for a few minutes.
The object in your mouth is hammered into your throat like a hot spike. The fucking in your ass and your pussy does not stop. The motion is jostling you about between them. All of this fucking is shaking you from the inside and the outside. The other spikes and rods and shafts near you and nearing you, anticipate. Each is begging to be used, teased, or pleasured in its own way.
This moment is incredible. This hour is almost overpowering. Every little thing hurts, and most of it feels very, very good. The rope is very tight now. They are still working the pressure points and nerve clusters they are assigned, and you are nearing the point when your body is simply unsure what to do. You are twitching, and shaking. Nearly convulsing, you are fast approaching the surprisingly erotic edge of sanity. You are happy here, but for a moment…
You are breaking.
Just one moment, though. Your recovery is imminent. What you are feeling now is the down after the high of release. Soon it will pass. You can feel it flowing out of you, and leaving a great emptiness in its place. Soon you’ll be ready for more.
In the meantime though, the intensity is approaching a climax. With each motion of your body the knots against your skin press over and over into their intended points. Well, mostly. A few of them have shifted, but all in all, they are doing their job. Pain when you move one way, pleasure when you move another. Of course, there is no position that is all of one or the other. The constant change is incredibly stimulating. Nearly overwhelming, but in the best way.
You can’t see because you can’t open your eyes while held by the grip of sensation this strong. With each beat of your heart, you are acutely aware of each and every scratch and mark on your body. The grip at your throat returns out of nowhere. Perhaps it came from behind you. It tightens quickly. The night is slipping away and yet it still has plans for you. Soon though, the moon’s is not the only light in the sky. When you are able to open your eyes longer than a blink, you see the first of the sun’s light preceding it from behind the tree line. Dawn has broken…
