Exploring my Kinks: Tied up and Used

I felt the slight tug on my collar as Sir pulled my leash.  “I want to parade you for all to see” he coerced

I took a deep breath and adjusted my posture, straightening my shoulders and arching my back.  I liked how I looked in my corset and stockings, and it gave me the confidence I needed

I could feel men’s eyes on me as we walked through the club one last time, yet I kept my gaze ahead and avoided making eye contact

Finally, we reached the room at the back of the club, separated from the main area by big glass windows.  Sir helped me to climb onto the leather covered table.  Flutters of nervous anticipation thrilled through me

He caressed my skin as he encouraged me to lie down.  His touch arousing me yet steadying me

He reached for the opulent silk ribbon and bound my wrists together.  A moan of excitement escaped my lips

Leaning over, he brought his mouth to my ear.  His tone gentle, “I know this is your fantasy, but remember you can still stop at any time – use your safe words or shake your head from side to side three times – and everything will pause until you and I speak and confirm if you want to continue or stop.  Remember, I will be in control all the time, and anyone involved has been STI checked as we agreed.  Are you okay?”

“Yes” I breathed slowly, almost unable to believe we were playing out my fantasy.  “Thank you”

“Good girl” he said, and I could hear the dominant re-entering his tone

Assertively he reached between my legs.  I blushed and moaned softly, knowing how very wet he would find me already.  “As I expected” he smirked, “and just as well because there is quite a queue of eager men waiting at the door”

I could not help but whimper with excitement

“Needy little Slut”.  His words so erotic for me

He called to the member of staff by the door to our room, “Can you let four of them in for now please”

I wondered if they could hear the sound of my heart pounding inside my chest.  I closed my eyes, unable to watch the scene unfolding

Four broad men entered the room and took their positions around me.  Sir stood behind my head, he clasped my restrained wrists in his hands and held them above my head

“Feel free to touch her as you wish” he proffered

And then their hands were upon me.  Hands running up and down my legs, touching my neck and my collarbone.  One pair skillfully unhooking the clasps down the front of my corset

I felt as the final hook came undone and the corset was tugged open, revealing my body.  A rough unknown voice “She’s got amazing tits”.  “Christ yeah” came another

One hand caressing and squeezing at my left breast.  A different man’s fingers moving to tease my right nipple

I wanted to open my eyes, to look.  But I also could not bring myself to break the spell

I could feel their hard cocks brushing against me as they moved around me

And then those words, from an unknown mouth “Do I get to go first?”

I sensed my Dom nodding

Strong hands gripped my ankles and forced them wider apart.  The delicious anticipation almost overwhelming me.  The feel of the head of his cock against my wet opening

A hint of his laughter, “Damn she is wet and needy for this”.  A snigger from someone else

Then his thick cock pushing into me.  Not pausing to take his time and let my body gradually adjust to his size.  Just a big cock forcing itself inside me, stretching me, using me

My body feeling on fire, every sensation, every touch so arousing

Another set of hands on my face, turning it to the side.  “Open wide” he growled

It was not long until my first orgasm broke.  The men did not pause.  They continued to use me.  I just heard my Dom’s voice in my ear, “You are doing wonderfully, but they can’t get enough of you.  You have a long way to go yet, my Little One”

As I felt the first man fill me with his cum and pull out, there was another hard cock ready to take his place.  Ready to thrust harder and deeper

I peeked my eyes open, there was another man jerking his cock with one hand as he played with my breasts with his other.  Faces at the glass window, watching and pleasuring themselves

I heard my Dom’s voice.  “Yes, three or four more can come in now”.  I closed my eyes again tightly and reveled in the sensations of being used over and over

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Katie’s perspective:

Now, I am going to start with a perspective which sounds ridiculous even when I say it to myself, yet I know this is a big part of the appeal of the kink for me

Let me acknowledge the ridiculous component first.  I realise the men involved in any scene like this have their own motivations for doing so and I am fully aware phrases like “any hole is a goal” exist.  But I am parking these notions well away from my fantasy world

In my fantasy, a huge part of the turn on, is that I am an irresistible sex siren.  Basically, I am just so incredibly sexy, that all of these men are desperate to touch me and caress my body and have sex with me.  The sight of me, lying there tied up, is just too much for them to resist

So, I admit, yes, a big part of it is flaming my ego and flattering my looks.  It is my fantasy and that works for me

But I know it also appeals in other ways.  As you are already probably well aware, I am a natural submissive and having someone else take control is a big turn on for me

And this works on more than one level in this fantasy.  Firstly, the complete submission – the fact that my body is being used by multiple strangers.  I am submitting to them and their pleasure or their needs

However, for me, if this was just a wild crazy free for all, it would lose much of the appeal.  Despite it being a fantasy, I still need that feeling of being looked after and cared for.  This is what my Dom provides in this scenario – although multiple men are using me for their pleasure, my Dom is in control, he is still looking after me.  And this is a huge element of the sensuality of this fantasy for me

Further, I liked the idea of him holding my wrists.  The reassurance and intimacy of our skin to skin contact throughout.  I know it sounds silly – I want the obscene naughtiness of multiple men fucking me, yet at the same time, I want the intimacy and reassurance of my Dom holding my hand

I also find the objectification thrilling.  When one of the men removes my corset and comments ‘She’s got amazing tits’ – again, it is flattering, but the humiliating nature of being objectified and of being discussed, is a huge turn on

‘A hint of his laughter, “Damn she is wet and needy for this”.  A snigger from someone else’.  In this quote, the men discussing how wet and needy I am, plays to that same kink for me

The whole scenario also raised a couple of questions for me

Firstly, to blindfold or not to blindfold.  I am undecided.  I know from real-life past experience that a blindfold helps me to push my limits further.  The ability to “hide” behind my blindfold helps me cope with things that are close to my boundaries.  It also forces me to just focus on my other senses and therefore tends to heighten everything for me

Yet, in a situation like this, I also love the thrill of opening my eyes – seeing other people watching and getting off on doing so, drinking in the sight of multiple men using my body

Hence, I, narrowly, decided I preferred the scene without a blindfold, but I imagine my eyes would remain shut for most of the time!

The second question it raised for me was whether I would ever actually do this.  It has been a fantasy of mine for a long time and having a lover whisper to me about the prospect of this happening is a huge turn on.  Sometimes when masturbating, I will take my dildo out and imagine my Dom’s voice saying, “Time to next the next man’s cock Little One”.  I would never say never, but I am not sure it will ever move beyond the realms of fantasy for me

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Rugby Milf’s perspective (@MilfRugby):

Wow Katie!  How can I actually concentrate on formulating a response after reading this?

I have left it two days and am still thinking that sounds like a good time to me!  

What you asked though is why I find the idea of being used in this fashion such a turn on. I think that there are several thoughts in my head.  My upbringing, religion, self-confidence (well more the lack of it); plus, the perception that it is simply dirty and not for good girls to do

Growing up as someone who was told, “sex is sinful” or that it is only between couples behind closed doors, my interest in anything other than that this cultural norm was wrong

Add the fact that as a young woman I was told I was not attractive and that men never really noticed me.  The idea of being at the centre of the attention, that animalistic primal lust of a group of men who do not know me or I them…. well, I am beginning to squirm slightly here

The idea of being lusted after and indeed being comfortable enough that someone is there watching and protecting you, but also knowing that you will be having fun and that they will enjoy watching it

In my case, as someone who is (just!) over 40, finally realising what the sexual soul is, and that unspoken desires lurk in the mind, ones that they have repressed – feeling exposed, vulnerable and desired – is very powerful feeling

In my case I would have amended the fantasy having my legs up in stirrups, restrained and my eyes blindfolded to further heighten the other senses.  This kink is shared most definitely and evidenced by the fact that my underwear is feeling uncomfortable and needing to be removed

I am stubborn, strong willed and cheeky (yeah and a short arse too); all which makes me a bit of a handful and that is not including the excess weight I am carrying around my middle.  Not exactly model ideal that graces all the magazine covers, or like a lot of my family look.  This lack of confidence has affected me over the years, plus mentioning being tied up to boyfriends when I was younger was met with horror and the comments around women exploring sexuality all combined to make me feel constrained

It was 1998 and I was impressed that Samantha was willing to try it all, and despite feeling more like Charlotte in the way my path has gone through life, the inner rebel wants to be wild.  What could be more different to my upbringing than the thought of being used in a group…

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Alice’s perspective (@sexlandalice):

I have been lucky enough (and confident enough) to fulfil some amazing sexual fantasies.  I have had threesomes, foursomes, been fucked in front of groups of people and lots more

My one unfulfilled fantasy is a gangbang.  Just me and a group of men eager to use me to satisfy their own sexual needs.

I think it’s about control (or lack thereof) for me.  In day to day to life there are so many things we have to control; work, home, money, relationships – all of this naturally comes with their own stresses

But being used by a bunch of men, who can do anything they want to me?  That’s the ultimate lack of control!  If my only purpose is to serve them, then they are the ones in control, and that’s why I love the idea of it

Honestly, so much of my masturbation material involves a gangbang, it’s only a matter of time before it happens for me. I love the idea of being the nameless “slut” or “good girl” who is only there for one reason – to satisfy others.  No feelings involved, no awkwardness, no sexual tension – just a body lying there naked, ready, willing and wanting to be used

It started like a lot of other fantasies have.  I’d be fucking my husband and we would be talking dirty to each other.  Then one night, after a few drinks and whilst he was deep inside me, he whispered to me, “Imagine if there was other men here right now.  All desperate to fuck you.  To use you, to cum all over you.”  

As the words left his mouth my mind wandered, and I had a huge orgasm that completely took over my body.  It has never really left my mind since

Imagine if I was called a “good girl” while I was bent over being fucked from behind, with another cock in my mouth as my hands reach out for more?  It’s bliss.  Even thinking about it now is getting me going and I know I’ll masturbate as soon as I’ve finished writing this

I could be exhausted, after several orgasms.  Hardly able to catch my breath, but it wouldn’t stop them.  Why should they stop if they’ve not finished?  It would be relentless.  Orgasm after orgasm until my body was shaking, sweating and covered in spunk

When I first had this fantasy I was definitely blindfolded in my imagination.  It’s sexy and vulnerable. Relying on touch only.  Reaching out and finding hard cocks, and never really knowing what to expect next.  There’s definitely something to be said for that, however, the more I have thought about it (and oh, I’ve thought about it a lot) the more I have realised how important and sexy it will be for me to see everything

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It drives me wild thinking about the sweat dripping down the guy’s body.  Looking at the differences in the dicks – this part is a huge turn on for me – and seeing the guys go red faced as they ready themselves to ejaculate.  What a turn on!

I honestly can’t wait fulfill this fantasy.  To experience it all.  But for now, I think I may need a few minutes of alone time…