Time to repent?

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It was entirely my fault. I thought I was on a good thing. Over the months I had bedded lots of women and sewn a lot of wild seeds. The women meant nothing to me apart from having my end away. Then I met this bird in our local dance hall. I worked on her and plied her with drinks as normal, but she certainly could drink. Usually after five drinks they want to go home. But this one had quaffed eight by the time she asked me if I wanted to go back to her place.

She was not my usual type. Normally they talk common, but this one had a sort of air about her. Her voice was very clear and her words pronounced. Still, I didn't care for all that. No matter how they spoke, they all have the same luscious bodies I could get my cock into.

Well I was in for a surprise. Her place was a flat and it was well decorated. She didn't waste time, She asked me to do a slow strip for her. That's when I learned how hard it is to do a sexy strip in men's clothes. She laughed at my attempt and said I had put her out of the mood. When I asked what I could do to get her back in the mood, she suggested bondage. I had never tried it and thought I would love to tie her up. That's when she got the rope and when I went to take it from her she said that she wanted to tie me up.

I thought that it would be easy to escape, but she tied me to an upright beam with my hands behind the beam. She tied my feet together and then took some more pieces of rope and lashed my ankles to the beam followed by my thighs, waist and neck. I couldn't move. But then she got some leather straps out and strapped me tightly to the post. The buckles were in front of me so I couldn't reach them. One strap went under my arms and around my chest. The other went around my waist, reinforcing the ropes. When I asked if she was in the mood yet she told me that she didn't want to hear from me as she wasn't quite ready. So she stuck a gag in my mouth and buckled it up tightly behind my head. I was ready for her to rape me. That's when she shook me by saying “Oh well, I just can't get in the mood tonight. Maybe in the morning. I'm off to bed. Goodnight”. She walked out leaving me struggling hopelessly against the post. My rigid hard cock had gone flaccid with the shock.

All night long I struggled to no avail. I dozed off a few times. Next day she was up bright and early. “I'm off out today. Maybe I might get in the mood while I think of you like that” She wandered round in bra and pants for ages before she got ready and went out.

By the afternoon she offered me a drink and a bite to eat. It was a nice sandwich she made of crunchy peanut butter. I suppose a half hour went by before she slipped a latex glove on and started to massage my cock. It soon sprang into action. “Tyhat's it. It's al ready for when I come back this afternoon. I asked her how she thought I would be able to keep it going until then. I was gagged again. “I din't want to hear you arguring. I put some viagra in tat sandwich. You should stay ready for when I bring my friends back”

“Friends? What friends” I tried murmuring. “I can't understand you” she said coldly” My friends are the ones you bragged about on Facebook. Had you looked you would have seen a “Wronged girls” section and I was surprised that within a day a dozen girls had put your name forward. Well now it's payback time. You will still be nice and hard for them when they get here. I would hate to be in your shoes when they do get here, but we will be having a laugh at your expense. I dare say that the most it will be for you is unpleasant. I know one was so angry she wanted to castrate you there and then. But that would be no fun for the rest of us. I'll take your clothes as you won't be needing them. I'l give them to a charity shop. Have a nice time. See you in about four hours. That gives you plenty of time to think about what you have done”

With that, she slammed the door shut leaving me to struggle against my bonds wondering what will happen to me.

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It might be just me, but although I loved the 'situation', how it came to happen left me feeling a bit flat. But, that being said, its a common thread, the 'being tricked into bondage, used and abused' idea.

Some fantasies should remain fantasies because the reality can never compete.

Mike

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Nice story as usual. Thought... I find funny (and I mean strange) how most of the penisholders in your stories are some kind of jerk that pretty deserves what's coming to them, yet you write the story in first person. Is there some sort of guilt sense behind your stories? Like you hurted a girl or something and you can't repay what you have done to her.

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Is there some sort of guilt sense behind your stories? Like you hurted a girl or something and you can't repay what you have done to her.

I hardly think 'why' is at all relevant in this forum. Judging people's motives or even speculating why someone is why they are what they are can be hurtful at least and down right intrusive at worst.

Real freedom means free to exersise any kink one desires (mutually acceptable of course) and being free from the judgements of others. If you want to judge people, get a law degree and a Judge's wig.

That's my opinion anyway so don't tear me a new arsehole for saying so.

Mike

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I I hope is that my ideas inspire someone to write a belter story. I've never hurt anyone in my life.