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Fantasies
By strangefun
WARNING: This story contains graphic depiction of depraved sexual acts,
sisification, sexual abuse, humiliation and torture. Read at your own
discretion!
Some new toys have arrived in the mail yesterday. One of them is an
eight-inch-long silicone dildo with balls, in my favorite color - hot
pink. Today is Friday, and I am at work, squirming in my chair with the
full length of that hot pink monster buried deep inside my ass, held in
place by two pairs of white shiny pantyhose, a size four high-neck one-
piece swimsuit and a pair of tight jeans.
Another thing that came in the mail yesterday was a de-sensitizing cream.
Applied liberally to my dickie, which is now compressed inside the sports
cup held tightly under my "inner layer", it makes my penis disappear -
even though it is pushing hard against unyielding cup walls, I cannot
feel the stimulation - and that makes me even hornier.
I am sitting at my desk, writing this and fantasizing about things that I
wish could be done to me, riding the shaft buried deep, really deep
inside, trying my best not to fidget too much and failing at it
miserably, probably making my co-workers wander if I have a rush,
indigestion, or a big fat pink cock up my ass...
This is all 100% true. Following are fantasies that I'll be writing down
while impaled on a dildo, unable to get any stimulation or release.
PS. Did I mention that the clasp of the extremely tight swimsuit that
hugs and compresses my torso is fastened with a small lock, so there is
no taking this off or out of me 'till I get home, eight hours from now?
This is going to be a long day...
Swaying gently, I hang from the rafter of a stranger's basement,
suspended in the harness of ropes cinching my body, my stocking-clad legs
spread wide and pulled up by a spreader bar, hands helplessly folded in a
latex pouch behind my back, feeling the pressure of a tight corset
constraining my breathing... Tight heavy latex hood with nose holes and an
opening for my mouth, held open wide by a ring gag is encasing my head,
held rigidly tilted back for better access by a heavy latex posture
collar, kept busy by the penis-shaped gag, tickling my throat. My penis,
locked in a pink chastity cage, is straining against its tiny shell, not
able to expand at all but still trying to, desperately and uncomfortably.
My moans are echoing in the large and for now empty room, as I try to
move my restrained hips to get some stimulation to my imprisoned and
useless clitty, making my suspended form sway and rotate slowly. As I
sway, I feel the air movement on my well-lubricated ass, feeling the
weight of the heavy large steel butt plug, keeping my ass stretched for
what is to come. There is a weight attached to an already heavy plug, and
as I move, it pulls on the plug, and I have to clench hard to keep it
from sliding out - I have been warned of the consequences if I fail...
Quiet a sight, I imagine, a piece of horny sexy sissy meat, suspended in
the most accessible position, moaning and humping the air, waiting to be
used... Waiting for the temporary plugs, keeping my orifices stretched and
ready, to be removed and replaced with the real things... I hear the voices
and footsteps of the arriving guests upstairs. The party is about to
begin...
OMG, two hours in the meeting trying to sit still on the ass impaled on
the seven inches of dildo with all eyes seemingly on me is such a sweet
torture... Looking at the stocking-clad knees of girls in sexy business
attire, their shiny high-heeled shoes, dangling off their toes... After the
first hour I could not bear it and had to stand up - good thing I was
presenting... None of these people have any idea what hides under the pants
and jacket of an ordinary-looking guy... I wander, what if...
...what if, suddenly, all the top layer of clothing disappeared from our
bodies, and everyone on the room was suddenly left only wearing their
underwear? I would be left standing in front of everyone in my tight, hot
pink swimsuit, and white shiny pantyhose, with a female mound-shaped
protrusion in the place where my dick should be, and a bulge between my
butt cheeks, where the dildo's large pink balls keep it from sliding in
even further. I would imagine everyone in the room would be embarrassed
in their various underthings, but it would be nothing compared to my
humiliation. It's a small group, young and attractive, and the room has
no windows, so what if, after the initial shock wore off and they
concentrate their attention on me, the only one wearing such
inappropriate for a male, obviously submissive sissy's clothing? They
would lock the door and surround me, snickering, as I stand, red-faced,
shocked and unable to move or speak, wanting just to disappear, as they
walk around me in their underwear. "Wow, the swimsuit is so tight!"
"Look, it is locked, SHE cannot take it off!" "OMG, there is something in
HER ass, feels huge!" "Wow, just listen how SHE moans when I push it in!"
"And HER dick is covered by a cup, and it's shapes like a woman's
cameltoe! This is so cute!" "I bet SHE is a hell of a cocksucker and
pussylicker! Are you, sissy?" "Bob, you are tenting like crazy, wanna
take her for a ride?"
I am unceremoniously pushed to my knees and a pair of fiercely tenting
boxers is showed in my face. "Take it out and suck it, sissy! We all know
you want it! Do it, or we will kick you out of the room as you are!"
With shaking hands I putt the boxers down and the huge, angry-looking
dick springs out at me, hitting me on the chin. "Suck it!" I am so
ashamed, and, sobbing like a little girl, I open my mouth and take the
head in with some difficulty. The smell of it assaults my nose, and, as
my lips and tongue touch the skin, I shudder overwhelmed with the
humiliation and indignity if the situation. My dickette, however, is
screaming for release, held bent down inside the tight cup. "Oh, enough
with the touchy-feely crap" - he grabs my head and pushed his dick
roughly in, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. I try to push
off, but my hands are grabbed and held to the sides, as he pushes in, and
I feel the head of the dick force it's way past the resistance point and
slide down my throat, making me gag around it, unable to push it out.
Tears blur my vision as I look around at my scantily clad co-workers
surrounding me, some laughing, some looking with the disgust, and some,
licking their lips, with intent and horny interest. "Wow, he is going
deep! Look at her eyes bulging!" I feel it pushing further in down my
throat, forcefully, unavoidably, until he is in balls deep, cheered and
jeered by the spectators. My throat spasm around the intruder, as it is
being pushed deeper and deeper into me.
"She is good; I think we can really use her to keep the morale up! Just
need a wardrobe change!" "Yeah" - I hear my boss's voice - "If she shows
up in male clothing again, she is fired! Start booking one-on-ones with
her for the next week, I'll see what I can do with her over the weekend!"
As my co-worker's dick spasms in my mouth and floods it with thick, salty
goo, I realize that from now on my job is going to be much more
demanding... And much more pleasant for everyone, and especially me!
A question directed at me snaps me back to reality. I answer, we discuss,
but the vision from my fantasy still hangs before my eyes... How
impossible, but how desirable... 5 more hours of this tortured dreaming...
well, on with the meeting!
My face is being slowly and deliberately impaled on a cock, and I reel in
humiliation and discomfort, feeling it sliding down into my throat,
deeper and deeper, stretching it like it would stretch a vagina or an
ass, cutting off my air, sliding yet even deeper, firm grasp of a strong
hand on the back of my head pulling me over it like a sock over a foot
with about as much concern over my comfort as one would give to a dirty,
smelly sock... Dressed up like a silly sissy whore and tied up in the
kneeling position between His legs... Struggling against my bonds, biting
on the ring gag that keeps my mouth so conveniently open and ready for
use... Squirming, impaled on a large dildo filling up my lower intestines
and stretching me up for what comes next... "Look at me, bitch" - and I am
looking up with my tearing, mascara-running eyes straight into the lens
of the camera, as inch after inch of a long, veined cock disappears
between my glistening hot pink lips, until my nose is flattened against
His stomach. He puts his legs on the top of my back and crosses the
ankles, trapping my head between His thighs, with the full length of His
member inserted down my throat into my stomach. I can barely breath
around His meat, reeling, gagging and squirming around His penis, keeping
it stimulated and fully erect with my involuntary movements. I look at
Him with tearing eyes, gaggingly pleading for relief, but He is now
watching TV and drinking beer, and I know that He will not get up to go
to the bathroom when the time comes... The humiliation of being treated
like an inanimate fuck doll, total disregard for my comfort, coming
degradation of being a human urinal makes me so hot, and I twerk my
stretched to the limit ass in frustration, as my locked penis pushes
fruitlessly against the tiny chastity cage. The movie has just started,
He will enjoy it in full comfort and control, and I... I will suffer for
hours, impaled on His meat, gagging and struggling for every breath,
feeling my stomach filling up and wandering what will happen after the
movie ends...
I hope there is another interesting movie after this one...
I am starting to get used to this... At some point, in the moment of
weakness, I was thinking about going to the bathroom and trying to pull
it out, but with my pantyhose and tight swimsuit locked on me, it would
be very difficult, and I do want to take it all, for as long as it lasts...
Four more hours of being constantly fucked in the full view of everyone
with no release... I am getting hornier and hornier, and my mind wanders
into more and more depraved scenarios...
The birds are chirping and the wind is playing with the foliage above my
head, gently caressing my exposed plugged butt and genitals, locked up
inside of a tight pink chastity cage and exposed for everyone to see,
softly kissing my wet glistening pink lips, wrapped around a ring gag.
Blindfolded and bound kneeling to the end of a picnic table, I am
listening to the sounds of idling trucks in the distance and wandering,
how much longer will I have to serve as a throat fucking and cum dumping
station for horny truckers...
I am already completely soaked on the outside, sore and full on the
inside, and horny as hell, starved for release with so much stimulation...
It seems like hours have passed since She left me here, tied to the table
at the farthest edge of a truck stop's rest area. She said that no one
could see me here, near the woods, in the dark... If so, why do they all
keep finding me here? They started to show up shortly after She left, and
they all came with a singular intent to use my invitingly open throat to
relieve themselves. The first one was a shocker, as I reveled in my bound
humiliation, squeezing on my butt plug and humping the air trying to get
any stimulation to my imprisoned genitals, drooling from my
involuntarily-open mouth, imagining what a sight I must present to anyone
who would find me here, and feeling foolishly safe, reassured by Her
promise of "just enjoy yourself, no one will find you here." My horny
haze shattered the lewd "Whoa, what a kinky cumbucked slut we've got
here!"
I froze in horror, full gravity of my helplessness and vulnerability
paralyzing me with fear. Bound, I could not protect myself, see, or even
speak, and whoever was standing in front of me could do anything they
wanted, and I would not even be able to beg them for mercy! What have I
gotten myself into!? I heard the belt buckle being undone, zipper pulled,
and the unmistakable smell of sweaty male genitals filled my nostrils. I
knew what would unavoidably come next, but the touch of the musky cock
head on my tongue still made me jump and instinctively move my head back.
I heard a laugh, and two strong hands grabbed my head and in one motion,
impaling my mouth on the cock. It tasted as bad as it smelled, but there
was absolutely nothing I could do to stop this total stranger from
fucking my mouth, pushing in and out of my throat, deeper and deeper,
until, after the eternity of sexual humiliation and suffering, he came in
torrents, filling my mouth with hot, salty, stinky cum that I could not
even spit out! He pulled out, wiping his cock on my face, and left
without saying a word, leaving me coughing up the wads of cum, feeling it
drip out of my mouth down on my silly pink ultra-short sissy dress and
hairless legs, clad in virgin-white stockings. Still in the shock from
what just happened, I heard approaching steps trough the grass, and
another lewd comment announced their discovery of a conveniently bound
piece of sissy meat, still with a mouth full of somebody's cum. "Filthy
whore, 'gotta wash you down before I use you!"
A hot stream of acrid liquid hit my face and mouth, and in shock I
realized that he was pissing on my face to wash off the previous guy's
cum! He filled my mouth with the warm bitter liquid and made me swallow,
and when he was done, he fucked my throat, casually, deeply and roughly,
with total disregard for my comfort, and left after filling my throat and
mouth with his load of thick, smelly goo.
More and more came, soon I lost count. Some fucked me as I was, bareback,
regardless of the filth I was covered in; some washed my face and mouth
with their piss before plunging their cocks in my throat; some used
condoms, slapping them on top of my head or stuffing them in my dress
after they came, some just called me names while jerking off on my face;
some were gentle; others rough; still others borderline sadistic,
chocking me with their cocks until I almost passed out before allowing me
a breath of air, filled with the smell of cum and piss. And I... Loved it!
Of course I wanted it, otherwise I would not have allowed myself to be
tied up, presented in this way! I was back in my horny haze, again riding
my buttplug and humping the air, moaning from excitement and discomfort,
as my locked penis raged inside it's tiny shell. I understood from their
comments, that there was a sign in the men's bathroom about free deep
throating from a sissy whore, no doubt left there by Her, and I am
grateful to Her for that! I was in my place, and I wanted to stay here
forever...
I hear the approaching footsteps and lewd comments... My next customers are
here!
OMGa(gain), 3 hours 12 minutes until the end of the workday, but I have
so much work that I might need to stay late... So difficult to concentrate
on things while impaled balls-deep on ever-present cock, held in tightly
by my locked outfit...
I am a pink rubber fuck doll, led around on the chain leash through a
crowded boystown street on a Halloween night. Every inch of my body is
covered in shiny, smooth, tight hot pink latex, from my toes, each one
individually wrapped in its own latex cocoon and locked inside a five-
inch-heeled latex boots, to my head, sealed inside a latex bimbo mask
with painted-on eyes and wide-open pink-lipped mouth, stuffed with the
hot pink silicon dildo, all seven inches of which filling my throat,
making breathing very difficult, and held in place by a wide latex band,
stretched over my head. Huge, silly inflatable boobs completely obscure
the ground in front of me, which is a mood point, because the posture
collar holds my head rigidly up, so I can only see over the heads of the
laughing and taunting crowd around me. We are slowly pushing through the
crowd, and I hear gasps and laughter around me, feel hands constantly
touching and probing me, with no chance of fending them off. The bulb of
the hand pump, hanging down between my legs and hitting my thighs with
every step is constantly grabbed and squeezed, expanding the balloon
inside my ass, and I cannot even moan, with my throat impaled on the pink
snake... She leads me to the lamppost in front of a gay club, pulls me down
to my knees, and, wrapping the end of the chain leash around the post,
secures it with a lock. Than, with another lock, She secures the ring on
the tip of my arm binder, holding my hands securely and uncomfortably
behind my back with my elbows almost touching to the rings on the cuffs
around my ankles, effectively leaving me to kneel in a hogtie position.
"Don't go anywhere" - I hear her mocking voice through the thick layer of
latex covering my head - "I'll be back in a couple of hours"
As She disappears inside the club, the crowd closes the ring of bodies
around me, the latex band holding the pink dildo planted deep inside my
throat is pulled down and I hear the crowd gasping and jeering as inch
after inch on the hot pink silicon dildo is pulled out of my throat and
left hanging around my neck, leaving my wide-opened mouth framed with
pink plastic lips open and available - but not for long. A tight crotch
sheathed by leather pants covers my limited field of view and the sound
of opening zipper rips through my ears. Shaking in fear and excitement, I
see a flesh snake pulled out of it's leather nest - oh my god, it is MUCH
bigger and longer that the seven-inch pink dildo that called my throat
home for the past hour or so! The crowd cheers as the flesh monster
stirs, raising its pink head and becoming even bigger! The owner of the
python steps up, grabs the handles conveniently attached to the back of
my heavy latex hood and places the bulbous head at my faux lips. With
some effort He pushes past the wide opening, and I feel His salty taste
and smell His leathery musky smell as He slowly enters my mouth. The
shame of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks: dressed as a latex
whore doll, kneeling bound in the middle of the crowd, orally assaulted
by a total stranger, and, as His abnormally huge cock starts to push it's
way down my throat, I feel the already overinflated latex balloon in my
ass expand even more, as someone steps on the pump bulb, that is now is
laying on the ground...
When She gets out of the club a coupe of hours later, She finds her
rubber sissy covered in man slime with still a long line of horny users
still waiting their turn. She shrugs her shoulders and walks off to
another club, leaving me in my torturous, humiliating, sweet agony...
It is getting truly torturous... Two hours until the magical 5 pm... And one
more meeting... Sitting in my chair, I gently rock back and forth, feeling
the dildo in my ass sliding in and out... I hope no one notices me humping
the air... My fantasies are getting more and more intense as my frustration
level builds up... Two more hours...
They are working outside on the patio, in the hot sun, and I am on the
inside, in the cool air-conditioned room, but I am the one who is
sweating. Partly, because of the snow-white latex cat suit, covering
every inch of my skin, except my eyes, mouth and crotch; partly because
of the hot pink latex French maid uniform stretched over the cat suit,
with scandalously-short frilly skirt, sticking out like a kinky ballet
dancer tutu, helped by tiny but full petticoat; partly because of the
heavy latex corset, cinched tightly around my entire torso; Partly
because of the frilly heavy latex hood with fake made-up bimbo face,
surprised painted-on eyes and permanently wide-open mouth, framed by fake
hot pink lips, with my real lips underneath wrapped around rubber tube,
extending past my teeth; Partly because of the effort of standing in six-
inch stiletto heel pumps, locked on my feet and connected to each other
by a short hobble chain while balancing a tray with six cold beers on my
hands, locked inside latex fist mittens, attached to a chain around my
waist, just below my ridiculously huge latex boobs, inflated to the size
of baseballs; partly because the reflection in the mirror, in front of
which I am standing, makes my penis, locked inside tiny hot pink plastic
chastity cage scream for release and my ass grip the narrow part of a
long glass dildo, planted deep inside the latex pouch and sticking good
twelve inched outside, both clearly visible just under the frilly skirt;
but mostly, because in a minute, I will have to go out like this into the
afternoon sun, bringing the refreshments to the workers outside.
My wife is out flirting with them in Her sexy little skirt, tight blouse
(no bra) and white, high-heeled, strappy sandals that always drove me
wild. I know that there are no panties under that skirt; She is
practically naked, while I am entirely covered in tight feminine latex,
save for my horny locked privates. "I'll get my sissy husband to bring
you some refreshments" - I hear Her voice from the outside and my heart
stops. "Why? Oh, you'll see. Have fun!"
She opens the patio door and walks in. She swivels the video camera,
standing in a tripod behind toned patio door glass on me and coos:
"It's time for my sissy to serve these tired and horny man!"
I look at her with pleading eyes, trying to shake my head and failing
because of the heavy latex posture collar. The latex doll's slutty face
in the mirror, however, shows no hesitation, as she minces tittering on
the skyscraper heels towards the patio door, followed by the camera's
eye. She slides the patio door open, and the sunlight hits me, as I
gingerly step put, with my heart in my throat, and mince toward the
working men.
One more hour... I am getting hazy with horniness, sitting uncomfortably
impaled on the hot pink dildo, feeling slowly returning to my de-
sensitized penis, typing these fantasies in horny haze, and wishing that
every single one of them would happen to me for real... Right now I would
take anything, do anything for a release, and my fantasies are leaving
the realm of sanity and become truly bizarre...
The touch of fingers on my sheer stocking-clad legs is electrifying, and
I almost loose my footing, as they slowly travel up my straining calves,
knees, caress my thigh, slowly approaching the hem of my short black
dress, reaching under it, caressing my naked butt and traveling back down
to my shiny round-toe black pumps, perched precautiously on two waist-
high wooden poles, just wide enough at the top for the shoe toe to stand
on, leaving the 5-inch heel hanging in the air... The blocks are set about
four feet apart, and I have to struggle to keep my weight on them,
because, if I loose my footing, the only thing that would save me from
falling would be the thick rope, pulled tautly up around my neck...
The cruel fingers slowly drag the tips of the long fingernails down the
back of my thighs, hitting the sensitive spot behind my knees and my
whole body shudders uncontrollably. The fingers notice my reaction, and
my ticklish legs are assaulted by unbearable, torturous, electric touch.
I shake, perched on my cruel pedestals, moaning into the large white ball
gag. The thick rope grips my neck, both steadying me and cutting off my
air, as my body sways and my toes struggle to keep their footing on the
tiny surface. My hands, folded and tied behind my back are useless, and I
fight to keep my balance on three points instead of the dreaded one under
continuous assault of cruel and experienced fingers.
The strain on my wide-spread legs is tiring, I have to lean on the noose
around my neck to keep the balance, making breathing difficult, and the
strung-out figure in the large mirror in front of me looks more and more
desperate and uncomfortable. That poor girl in a short, flouncy, little
black dress, thin long creamy legs clad in shiny stockings spread wide
apart, perched on top of such small supports; bright red lips tightly
wrapped around a large white ball gag, red face framed by a mane of shiny
black wig hair, the thick taut white rope stretched from the ceiling
wrapping itself around the girl's slender neck, wide-open, heavily-made-
up eyes - I can hardly believe that this vision of pure vulnerability and
sexual torture is actually me. My penis screams from discomfort as it
tries to expand inside the cruel and tiny plastic cage, as the torturous
fingers caress my legs, my butt, tickle my taint and my stretched blue
balls, and, finally and inevitably, start entering my ass, helped by a
generous amount of lubricant.
The first two fingers entering me feel good. The third one joining them
makes me feel full and I moan in tortured pleasure. The forth one starts
to fill uncomfortable, and when the thumb joins them and I feel the
hand's knuckles start to push in, my moans of pleasure start to sound
more like a wails of pain, but it is so hard to tell the difference...
Slightly out and more in, slightly out and more in, deeper, deeper,
stretching me unbearably wider, until finally, as the widest part of the
hand is pushing it's way past my sphincter, I feel the toes of my high-
heeled shoes slip off the tiny pedestals and the rope around my neck
takes the full weight of my body as I sink down onto the impaling hand,
grabbing it's wrist tightly with the ring of the muscles in my sphincter,
my wail of tortured pleasure cut off by the thick rope gripping my neck.
The torturing hand makes a fist inside me and pulls me back, so my
dangling feet, frantically looking for something to stand on, cannot
reach the wooden poles. My air is completely cut off, neck and ass
stretched painfully, and I am looking in fascination at the sexy tortured
figure in the mirror, dangling by her neck, slender long legs in cute
high-heeled shoes flailing below, desperately looking for something to
stand on... I feel the cruel fingers inside me press on my prostate and I
explode in a mind-shattering orgasm, feeling the light draining out of my
eyes as I hear the stream of liquid splashing gently on the concrete
floor...
10 more minutes... I am so sore...
Please, just... Please... Fuck me... Do ANYTHING you want with me, just give me
some stimulation, use me, abuse me... Make me scream, make me gag,
humiliate me, torture me... PLEASE FUCK ME!
5:00 PM - Quitting time! In a haze, I get my things and walk the
corridors, feeling the tightness of my outfit, the intruder in my ass
shifting with every step... Long walk through the building, than parking
lot, feeling exposed, vulnerable, and very sexy... I get to the car and get
in, moaning like a whore sitting down, feeling the dildo, that slid out a
little bit during my walk drive itself completely in under my body
weight. Slowly fucking myself by moving my hips, moaning from feeling
every bump on the road deep inside me, I take off and start my long
journey.
It's going to be a fun drive home...
FROM THE AUTHOR: If you liked what you've read, and I assume you did if
you've read to this point, please leave a review and let me know if you
want any of these stories to be fully developed! I already have one
almost finished! And please let me know what do you think would happen
next!
Uma
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