My First Gangbang Part 2

She had me bent over a spanking bench, whispered to me something hot, sexy and loving and then slid her strap-on inside.

I was so nervous that it was difficult to relax and it hurt a bit.   She distracted me by pulling my hair, whispering to me, spanking me and saying things that put me into a deeper mental subspace.

She went slowly at first, gliding herself in and making me open up to her, then she picked up the pace.

“Fuck his mouth”, I heard her say and the next thing I knew there was another woman in front of me wearing one of Sade’s harnessed cocks and shoving it into my mouth.

I’m not used to that and I started to gag when she put it in too deeply.  I was in such a deep mental submissive space that I couldn’t make a decision to say “please go slower” but thankfully the woman in front of me knew exactly what to do and went slower.

Eventually my owner pulled out and asked the woman in front of me if she was ready to fuck me, seconds later she was sliding into me while Sade stroked my hair, scratched my back and kissed me, telling me how hot it all was.

My head was turned to the wall and I couldn’t see the others in the room but every now and then I would hear someone passing by and making a comment about what they were seeing.  I’d hear a “Woah!” or a “Yeah!” followed by a comment that I could never hear.

The second woman grabbed me by the hips and started thrusting me at a good pace, spanking me every now again as she buried herself into me. All I could do is moan with every thrust.

I vaguely remember that it still hurt a bit but not so much that I wanted it to stop.

“Every woman at the party has come into the room just to watch you get fucked”, Sade whispered.

All I could do was moan back.

After the 2nd woman was done with me another took her place.   She fucked me a bit slower at first, reaching under me and grabbing my balls.  I wasn’t sure if this was more than what Sade wanted and I remember moaning something about what she was doing only to hear her say “It’s ok, I’ll allow it”.

There were a number of times throughout the night where I could feel the women hitting my prostate, brining me so close to orgasm.   It was jus another thing adding to my mind going deeper and deeper..

I have no idea how long the 3rd woman fucked me (I couldn’t see their faces) .  It all melts together, eventually another took her place and fucked me for a bit longer, then another.  Eventually Sade had me lay on my back so she could  fuck me again.  She wanted to be the first and last inside me.  She kissed me deeply as she fucked me for another ten minutes ending with her slapping me on my ass and sending me to the bathroom to put my clothes back on.

We walked thorough the party as we headed through the door.  We said our goodbyes and I couldn’t help but wonder who had just fucked me.  I think Sade liked the fact that I didn’t know.   Ok…I know she liked that fact.

All the way home I still couldn’t believe what had just happened.  I had been so nervous that I wasn’t able to relax completely so it hurt a bit more than normal but it was still hotter than fuck.   I’m still turned on about it as I write about it.

If there’s a next time, I won’t be so nervous

In A Fog

I can barely remember everything she did. Probably because i’m still in a bit of a fog.

As I write this Sade and I are on our way back home, riding the subway early in the morning.


I remember how we had been taking to two of our good friends when she turned to me and said “Well, I think it’s time to string you up and beat you”.

I remember the ropes pulled above my head.

I remember the gag in my mouth prying my jaws apart,h the leather blindfold, how she would work over the skin of my my back until it felt like it was on fire then feeling a break in the beating she was giving me much to my relief only to have my skin met with her teeth clamping down on me.

Wait was that just an incredibly odd run on sentence?
Fuck it I’m still flying.

She bit down on me hard, I could feel her mouth vibrate when she moaned from the sensation. Just when my moans were about to turn into cries she let go and blew a gentle bit of air over the sensitive skin then clamped down on a different part of my back giving it the same treatment.

She flogged me for a while longer until she picked up another implement. I couldn’t tell what it was, since all of her toys were sitting behind me

“This is going to sting.”

And it did.
At some point she leaned in and whispered to me, asked me if I wanted more. I didn’t need to think it over very long.

At one point I felt her sucking and biting on my nipples while still feeling the sting of her flogger. What was happening? Did she invite someone else in our little play space? I panicked for a half a second until I felt a slap on my opposite side. It was her hand AND her mouth. Now that I’m no longer in the moment I’m amazed at her ability to multi-task.

I’d growl from the pain and she’d moan with approval. I’d bark and she’d purr.

My wrists strained against the rope, pulling me up to my toes when the pain got to the highest point.

As I write this now, I realize that there wasn’t a single part of me that wanted it to stop. Usually there’s this small 1% of me, the fight or flight part. Call it instiinct, self preservation or my monkey brain, but usually there’s that 1% that wants it to stop but not this time. Not even .000000001 % wanted it to stop.

It was wonderful.

I’m Beat

I just came back from the gym. My first in a very long time.

Holy balls I’m aching all over.

I’ve been working out from home for a few months now but it just hasn’t been doing the trick. I’m sure it’s helped some but not nearly as well, nor as fast as I wanted it to. After my best friend bought me a gym membership for my 34th birthday last week, I was all out of excuses not to go.

I wish I could cross the wires in my head so the pain from working out at the gym was equally as pleasurable as the pain brought on by a sadist. I noticed a hint of an endorphin rush but it’s not quiet the same. Maybe it’s because I’m doing it to myself, it’s hard to imagine myself into even faux-subspace to try and connect the dots when there’s a big smelly guy named Bruno ten feet away.

What’s my motivation for working out? I’d say it’s because I want to look good naked, or more importantly, I’d like someone to want to see me naked. I’ve always been skinnier than the average guy.

A few tips I’ve learned from my first experience at the gym:

-Don’t listen to a podcast that will make you laugh and drop the weights.

-Don’t use any machine that will face the leg press machine, if an attractive woman starts using it you’ll find yourself working harder to not get turned on than you will on your actual workout.

-Try not to laugh at the guy who’s whispering “oh yeah baby” while doing squats.

-Try not to drool while imagining a woman whispering “oh yeah baby” while doing squats.

-If a guy approaches you to give you tips on how to use a machine, don’t say “oh, I’m just fucking around” when there’s a mother and her kid nearby.

-If someone starts to talk to you about “reps” and “sets”, just nod until you can go home and google what the hell those mean.

It’s too bad there’s not a kinky gym out there. The dominants could use weighted floggers! What would the subs do? I’m too worn out to think of anything clever.