Hands all over me

Being used for other's pleasure

This one is based on a fantasy about something my husband wants to do to me at an event we are going to soon. Loving the idea of just being the warm up act, not the main event…

Arms stretched above my head, tied with the jute ropes. Strong and supple, but unyielding. I’m restrained and exposed, ready to be used.

You’ve blindfolded me. I can only hear the movements around me, the feet around, the breathing, the laughing. Words of admiration, of humiliation, of enjoyment at my predicament.

I don’t have to wait long for the hands. They find my breasts, my nipples, my neck, my hair, my throat, my skin. My ribs stretched so vulnerably as fingers trace their grooves. Moving lower across my abdomen, my stomach, my lower back, my ass.

Smack!

A hand on my ass - fuck, that hurts. Someone laughs, more chat and then another slap, and another. My body unprepared and so fucking alive, involuntarily squirming, inviting more attention.

Fingers push into my pussy, a welcome intrusion. Behind my mask, my eyes close harder, focussing on the feeling, trying to take whatever pleasure I’m allowed there.

And then fingers in my mouth, my own wetness rammed into my throat - a brief taste of my own pleasure, being used against me. Reminded of what I’m here for. That my pleasure is for them to take, not just for me.

My thighs are squeezed by hands so hard it hurts and I cry out. A tongue shoves into my moan, enjoying how good my discomfort tastes. My legs pulled roughly apart, so I nearly fall, only kept up by the bodies around me, the fabric of their clothes against my naked skin.

I start to loose myself in the intensity, unable to process all of it, just be carried along in the choppy waves. Gasping for air when I manage to get my head above water, and then being submerged back into sensory overload.

Biting, prodding, twisting, scratching, stroking, slapping. Hands and fingers, and mouths and cocks. Every part of me available.

I have no idea how many people are using me. But I know that you are there, somewhere, watching me. Enjoying me. Looking out for me.

I’m not going to come, I know that. That’s not the point. You’ll let me have that later. I’m here to be used and to amuse. Maybe the warm up for other scenes that will play out later in the semi-dark. Fucking and moaning that you let me enjoy having ignited.

Whilst you unbind me and finally unleash me. Soothing me and wiping my precious tears. Praising me and understanding my need to do this to myself.

Enjoying the marks others have left on my body. Touching the places inside that they couldn’t reach.