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By early
July 2002 my fantasies about being
blackmailed into having Steve, the
maintenance man where I worked, find out
all about me took a thrilling new turn. It
was a Sunday afternoon and I had to go
into work to collect some papers and
things I needed to finish a project I had
been working on at home. Being a Sunday I
knew the building would be deserted and
because there'd been a number of recent
break-ins, I was afraid to go there alone
so I asked my husband to accompany me. He
grumbled about having his Sunday afternoon
disrupted by this so as an incentive I
hinted he might use the occasion as a
photo opportunity to get some shots of me
tied up at work. This naturally changed
his mind. He grabbed his camera and
together we set off to visit my
office.
During
the twenty minute drive there my thoughts
became increasingly occupied with the
possibility that Wayne, the security guard
who patrolled the buildings and surrounds
of where I worked, might be unexpectedly
catch me in the middle of the photo
taking. It was a highly arousing thought
which in turn led me to think, not just of
Wayne catching me but of Steve and also
Craig, the plumber who worked with Steve
also being there to catch me. Of course,
being Sunday there was little likelihood
of either of these two being on the
premises but it was a wildly thrilling
thought nonetheless. I didn't tell my
husband any of this but it was all I could
think of by the time we arrived at my
workplace. My heart was pounding and my
stomach was knotted with nervous
excitement when I unlocked the door and
entered the building.
My
husband and I had for a number of years
before this shared many fantasies about me
being bound and ravished at work by Steve.
In our fantasies my husband frequently
asked for details about where exactly
these perverse rendezvous might take place
and I'd always fantasized about being
bound naked in the shed where Steve kept
all his work tools. I remember thinking at
the time that I wished I had a key to that
shed so I could be photographed there by
my husband as I acted out my fantasies.
When my husband asked about the location
of the shed I realized we were both
thinking the same thing and I expressed my
disappointment about not having access
into it. But I did think of the next best
thing: an area on the ground floor of the
building where a storeroom was located.
The storeroom, despite being nothing more
than a room full of the cleaner's
equipment, was locked and I didn't have a
key to get in there, which in one way made
undressing in the open area outside it - a
passage way thoroughfare that didn't have
any doors either end - all the more
arousing.
The
passage way ran the entire length of the
building and had windows at each end so
that anybody walking past outside could
have seen through the full length of the
passage way - right through the building
from one end to the other. There was a
small alcove area half way along, just
outside the storeroom, which offered a
small amount of privacy but there was also
a window just above my head height at the
back of the recessed area and anybody tall
enough walking past outside could easily
have looked through it if anything
attracted their attention inside. I
thought about Wayne and kept glancing
towards that window as my husband bound my
wrists behind my back.
My
husband had only ever heard me fantasize
about Steve before this and he became
increasingly interested in others I worked
with when I mentioned Wayne, the security
guard and my concerns for him to be quick
so that we weren't caught. I only
mentioned it because I was actually more
concerned that my husband might have got
into trouble if we were caught rather than
any embarrassment I knew I'd suffer. The
last thing I wanted was for Wayne, who
hadn't met my husband, to see what was
going on, assume a crime was in progress,
and alert the police. Or worse, burst in
with his gun drawn!
As it
turned out my husband forgot to put fresh
batteries in his camera and he only
managed to get a couple of photos taken
before it completely ran out of power. But
he did keep me tied up and naked for
longer than I thought was safe, ravishing
me and whispering his fantasies of how
much he'd enjoy walking away and leaving
me bound and naked outside the storeroom
where I'd be quickly discovered by anybody
who entered the building.
My
husband started asking who I thought about
finding me. Naturally I mentioned Steve,
who wasn't really likely to be there but
who I could easily imagine in my
fantasies. There was also Wayne, who now,
in the reality of the moment, became a
suddenly vivid image in my fantasies. I
also found myself becoming so aroused by
the thoughts of those two catching me that
I added Craig's name to the list and even
Greg, the cleaner who I hadn't previously
considered in my fantasies but who now, in
the reality of standing bound and naked
outside his storeroom, instantly joined
the other three in my fantasies.
While
all this fantasy talk went on my husband
continued rubbing his hands all over me,
taking my breath away as he forced me to
imagine they weren't his hands but those
of the perverted quartet of men in my
fantasies. He asked me to tell him what I
thought they'd do to me and the fantasy
tumbled unstoppable from my lips.
"They'd
drag me down the passage way and into the
large, open office space at the end of
it," I said. "I'd be made to kneel on the
floor for them. They'd take turns forcing
me to suck them..."
"Who
would go first?" my husband asked. I told
him I wouldn't know because they would
have blindfolded me.
"How do
you think they'd decide who got sucked
first?" My husband's question was a
familiar one in our fantasies and I always
answered "by a roll of the dice."
"But a
dice has six sides," my husband said,
adding "there's only four men you've told
me about. Who are the other two?"
The
suggestion that more men might be involved
had me struggling to think of others but I
couldn't put names to the two faceless
strangers I said were now also there in my
fantasy. "I don't know who they are. I'm
blindfolded and can't see them..."
"So, all
six of them are going to have their cocks
sucked by you, are they?" My husband asked
in such a way that I could tell he clearly
relished the thought of me being forced to
suck so many men.
He knows
how much I don't enjoy performing fellatio
on him but he, like me, obviously has
never forgotten the first time he forced
me to suck him. It was such a long time
ago now but just thinking about it is
enough to bring back the memory of the
horrible, hot slimy taste of his jism
flooding my mouth and having to gulp it
all down my throat. Then, as now, I was
bound and blindfolded and so I had no
choice. That was just one load of jism and
it felt like I swallowed a giant cup of
it. I can't imagine being capable of
swallowing the amount six men could
produce but in my fantasies, I do. Not
willingly, but because I have no
choice.
Since
that Sunday afternoon I have frequently
enjoyed the bizarre thrill this fantasy
always give me. It's a fantasy which has
evolved to include those six men - Steve,
Wayne, Craig, Greg and the two faceless
strangers who I never could put names to -
forcing me to learn how to identify them
just by the tastes of their cocks. In
other fantasies about that day two of them
hold my legs spread while the others take
turns stuffing their cocks in my pussy
before making me suck them. Occasionally
I'm even taken by two of them at the same
time or, at times when I'm feeling like I
really want to be dominated and
humiliated, I am forced to please five of
them at the same time. In these, my
darkest of fantasies, I feel like my
entire body is flooded with their jism. In
my mouth, pussy and ass. The two men whose
cocks I'm holding in my hands always
become so aroused by watching what's
happening to me, they ejaculate all over
me, showering me so that I'm saturated
with hot, filthy spunk both inside and
out. The sixth man, one of the faceless
strangers, is left to photograph my
thorough humiliation - photographs which
later are used to blackmail me into doing
even more degrading things for their
amusement and pleasure.
Postscript: When my husband
and I finally went to leave the building I
discovered the door into the building was
unlocked. I clearly remembered locking it
behind me when we entered and for one
brief and tantalizing moment I thought
Wayne might have been somewhere in the
building and seen everything! But
apparently, my husband hadn't realized I'd
turned the snib of the lock and, turning
it back the other way thinking he was
locking it he actually unlocked it again.
That tiny little real life detail is
sometimes more arousing than any of the
fantasies I have about that day.
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