A Love Story...of sorts...
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Posted:Oct 15, 2022 9:58 pm
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A Love Story...of sorts...
From the life and times of slut Ricci...
OK, so this happened pre-Covid, around 5 years ago. I was on my second straight week of stress during a very busy time we were going thru at work. Fortunately I had the foresight to reserve a weekend at the Embassy Suites at Seaport Village in San Diego this weekend, I had even had my toe and nails done in deep slut red. I enjoy the Embassy Suites because every day at 5:00 pm they have a Happy Hour for one hour with free drinks, not so much for the free drinks but just to meet people for possible business contacts and maybe sex. Now I really love going to honky tonk blues bars or sports bars wearing a tank top with a short skirt or Daisy Duke cutoffs and some CFM heels, that's really my thing, but every once in a while I like to slut it up high end and see what trouble I can get into so I decided to wear a black tight, short bodycon dress skirt over black seamed stockings held up by a garter belt. I have long legs so there was about 2 inches of flesh exposed from the tops of my nylons to my panties but my skirt was mid thigh so it just barely covered the tops of my stockings, that is until I sat down. I put on a pair of black ankle strap shoes with 5 1/2" heels and a white dress shirt with a tight tapered black blazer that went about 3 inches past my natural waist line. To top it off I wore a black choker with a pearl studded bowtie around my neck that I borrowed from a high end french maid uniform that I had purchased for a rave Halloween party I went to about a year before...but that's another story.
Anyway I went down to the bar and asked the hot bartender for a chilled Greygoose, and to make it a double. On these freebie happy hours, I never got a double anything as a guy but as a slutted up girl it never fails. I dropped a five in his glass and went and sat down on the first available sofa by myself. Tonight I was more interested in getting a slight buzz and then taking a rickshaw to the Gas Lamp District which was a few blocks away. The Gas Lamp District is a +/-6 square block renovated area of over 200 high end restaurants, clubs, and bars across from hotel row on the beach that are crowded and partying every single weekend of the year. On a side note, the rickshaw is a bicycle in the front and a rickshaw in the back that are always powered by young studs usually from San Diego State U and these guys are built and good looking, most likely tight ends from the football team. The last time I was here with my friends, we took one back to the hotel at about 2:00 am in the morning and the driver told me he would be off at three o'clock and what my room number was. He was 6'8" with monster biceps so I kept the door opened for him. After that blazing night I never saw him again but that's life.
Anyway as I was sitting there by myself and my glass almost empty, I was contemplating going outside and having the valet get me a rickshaw when a waitress came and gave me a healthy new chilled Greygoose and told me it that was from the man at the bar she was pointing to. He was to my left so I shifted towards him and crossed my legs so he could see the tops of my stockings and garters, took a sip and raised it to him as a thank you. He casually got off the stool and walked towards me. Boy, now I know the meaning of 'tall, dark, and handsome...and buffed too'."Is this seat taken?" he asked pointing to the area right next to me. This is usually the part I get a kick of most, watching for their reaction from my voice. My voice isn't that low but it isn't completely feminine either, I've taken voice lesions before but it is more of a husky feminine voice. I watched his eyes as I told him "no, knock yourself out". The fact that I was a guy dressed as a girl didn't seem to faze him, maybe he just didn't care. He introduced himself as David and held out his hand. I took it, shook it and told him that I was Ricci. This dude was super confident, which worried me, I looked at him trying to figure him out. I had been on and off hormones for the last year and was very passable so I figured that just maybe David hadn't caught on. Probably didn't even matter.
I already had a slight buzz going on from the two drinks and was trying to think straight. I always try to keep on top of the conversation in these situations but somewhere I think I lost control, he was handsome and super cool, and I know Armani when I see it and David was wearing it. But I was wondering..."why me?", I mean there were plenty of hotter chicks around here, especially being a Friday night, so I was a little suspicious. He asked me if chilled Greygoose was my go to drink and I replied "yes". David told me that Greygoose was also his favorite drink and that he had a chilled bottle in his room and asked me if I wanted to go up for another drink. I thought to myself, "...what a corny pick up line..." and something didn't seem right but it was about 6:10 pm and happy hour was over so I took his hand and let him lead me up.
David's grip on my hand was strong...but very sensual...for lack of a better word. During the elevator ride up, he impressed me with his smooth conversation, there wasn't a second of awkward silence, now I knew I was in trouble. His room was a lot nicer and bigger than mine, it even had a full wet bar in it. David was really so nice and poured me another drink and sat next to me on the leather couch, joking around some but eventually started asking me some deep questions about myself and my life which somehow led to casual inquiries about BDSM and sex.
I was buzzed, feeling no pain and he made me feel very comfortable, so I told him I've been tied and fucked several times. That was probably my main mistake because soon after that he had brought out these bondage belts seemingly out of nowhere and told me that he was going to use them on me. Now, I'm a bondage slut, I've got these two friends that when they are not off fighting fires they love to come over, tie me up and do me until I pass out so this stuff does not freak me out. I'm sure the vodka had something to do with it because before I knew it, David had me on my knees with my skirt hiked up to my upper thighs and was tying me up in the reverse prayer position, that is where your hands are tied in the prayer position but behind your back, putting you in a basically helpless immovable position, I've been here many times before but not with a stranger I hardly knew. He also frogtied my long legs, which is basically separately tying my legs in the folded position with a belt around my upper thigh and ankle and cinch it with a rope over the belt and around the arch in my high heels so when he tightened it my feet were pointing downwards but more importantly they were totally immovable, putting me also in a totally hopeless position.
I was totally buzzed now and correctly figured that David was going to take me to the limit. I've been in this situation before but this time it seemed different, David was so polite and nice but strict during the entire process, almost like a pro. After he had finished my bondage he asked me if I was alright. I looked at him with totally submissive eyes and whispered "yes". If you are into bondage, being tied up to the point of being completely immovable puts you in a euphoric, almost drugged state, and combined with the vodka, I was totally his, I just wanted to please him and not let him down. David leaned into my ear and whispered if I wanted a sip of my drink and I nodded in the affirmative since it was difficult for me to speak with everything that was going on. He lifted my chin and placed the glass to my red lips and gently poured the drink into my mouth and told me to say when to stop. My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour in anticipation and the drink felt so good that I let him empty the glass in my mouth, making me a bit more relaxed, but my heart was still pounding so hard I thought it was going to burst.
He sat on the couch next to me and put his strong hands around my neck and started massaging the back of my head and deeply kissed me, almost swallowing my tongue in the process, reassuring me that everything was going to be alright. That was it for me...I love it when guys do that to me. I was lost in the situation and totally in his control as I looked up at him taking pictures of me with his iphone. David leaned over to me and looking at me dead in the eye, he told me that he was going stick his cock all the way down my throat and that he expected me to give him the best blowjob that he had ever experienced, causing my body to quiver. I knew that was a demand that I could not say no to and just wanted to make sure I would not let him down. My mind was racing, trying to prepare myself so that I would not disappoint him, and that because I had conquered my gag reflex a while back, I knew I could deepthroat him as long as he was not super huge and I love cock down my throat anyway.
Still starring at me, David asked me if I was OK with that. I was totally blown away in how he had managed to get me into this position so quickly and effortlessly and just nodded yes. David kept looking at me intensely and said "after that I'm going to spank you and then fuck the shit out of you, are you OK with that?" I gasped and looked straight down towards the floor not answering. "Ricci, I asked you a question...are you OK with that...I expect an answer" he continued. I gasped again and with my eyes welling up I nodded yes. "That's a good girl, and since you agree I may be a bit lenient on you...pain wise" he told me. I gasped again wondering how I had ended up in this position yet again...it was beginning to be a bad habit.
David went over to pour himself another drink and asked me if I wanted another one. I was helpless and scared not knowing how this was going to end and figured alcohol could only help get me through this so I whispered "yes...". He went over to his suitcase and got something from one of the pockets and then grabbed both drinks and sat on the sofa next to me, taking a sip of his drink. He put down his drink and grabbed mine and instructed me to lean my head backwards and open my mouth which I did. He grabbed the back of my head and slowly poured some Greygoose into my mouth. I was nervous, excited, and scared at the same time so the drink tasted that much better, calming me down a bit.
He put my drink down and pulled two pieces of metal from his suit jacket and asked me if I knew what they were. I looked down at his hand and gasped again shutting my eyes tightly, and in a trembling voice, whispered "yes". Nipple clamps...why is it dudes love to put those on me before they fuck me...and these were the adjustable variety...meaning that once they were on, the pain level could be increased by turning a screw with special tool and also could not be removed unless you have that tool. David placed the clamps on the sofa in front of me and got up and went to his suitcase again. I just stared at the nipple clamps with my mouth gaped half opened...wondering if I could take the pain. Before I knew it David was behind me and grabbed my nose and shut it as he tilted my head back as far as it would go and slowly and deliberately shoved a penis gag down my mouth until it stopped, with about an inch left and waited a minute so that my throat could relax and then gently pushed it all the way in , buckling it closed at the back of my head. I choked a bit figuring it was about 6" long and moved my head left and right, trying to get used to it. He then leaned over and picked up the clamps and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse and with his left hand gently pushed my bra to the side and grabbed my left nipple. I was looking dead at his hands as he squeezed the clamp opened and closed it on my nipple, causing me to jerk and let out a loud but muffled groan because of the pain. David repeated the process on my right nipple. He told me he would be back in ten minutes so that I could get used to the pain. There was a clock on the table next to the sofa so I was hoping he would give me a little more time but he was very punctual. He sat down on the sofa in front of me again and put his fingers on the adjustable pain screws on each clamp and told me that he was going to begin turning them and to let him know when the pain was too much for me. As soon as he began turning them I started trying to scream thru my gag and nodding my head up and down to let him know I couldn't take any more pain. He stopped and nodded OK. He looked at my teary eyes for a while and then told me that he didn't believe me and that he was going to turn each screw a half turn more just in case I was lying to him. I looked away and screamed as loud as I could with a cock down my throat and thought I was going to pass out from the pain. My tear filled eyes were shut and I was breathing heavily as I dealt with the pain, but as always, eventually I was able to deal with the pain.
He had left to go to his suitcase again and came back and gently lifted my chin so that I was looking into his eyes as he told me that he had a present for me. He told me it was some jewelry. He showed me a brightly wrapped box about twelve inches long and two inches wide which he began unwrapping. As he slowly unwrapped it, I stared at the box wondering what else he had in store for me, I knew it couldn't be good. Finally, the box was exposed and he just let it sit there for awhile as I stared at it with my gagged mouth drooling in scared anticipation. I could feel him looking at me with an evil smile as I looked at the box intently. After a few minutes he slowly opened the box and again, I gasped and reeled at what I saw. It was a stainless steel dildo the size of the box it came in with a diamond on the end, but there was more to it, the first two inches were the shape of the head of a giant cock however the rest of it had spiral twisted ridges in the shape of a giant screw. David then told me "this only goes in one way and comes one way...by screwing it inside of you and unscrewing it out of you...so you can't push it out...now let's try it on slut". He got up and walked behind me and grabbed my head and it pushed forward so that my upper body was on the couch and I was bent over with my tied folded knees on the ground. David placed his left strong hand on my left shoulder, then slid my black lace panties to the side and gently inserted the head into me, working it in and out until I got wet enough and then he began to push it in, in a clockwise screwing motion. This took longer than I thought it would, and I was completely enthralled with the process as I had never experienced this before. After about three orgasms and once it was all the way in I immediately put it the test and tried to push it out, but that only caused me to orgasm again so I just let my anal cavity adapt to it and dealt with it.
David put his strong hands under my armpits and lifted and turned me ninety degrees to my left so that I was facing him with my head at his cock level. He told me that he wanted me to have some pleasure down there while he was fucking my throat...which sent a another chill down my spine. I watched David slowly unzip his pants and pull out his large cock, stroking it slightly as he looked directly into my eyes, knowing I was totally helpless and he was in complete control. I saw him think to himself and then turn and walk towards the bed with his stiff cock bouncing up and down and pick up something, then he was setting up something on my left side about ten feet away from me. I turned my head to the left and saw a tripod with a video camera on top and David looking thru the lens and adjusting the focus, "I'm going to put this on all of my porn sites tonight so everybody will know what a fuckin' slut you are Ricci" he told me, slightly smiling as he continued to work on the focus. Still cock gagged and totally helpless, I let out a slow muffled deep groan and struggled to get free however I knew that was totally fruitless, there was nothing I could possibly do so I just accepted it.
David finished and came over directly in front of me, grabbed the back of my head and began rubbing the head of his cock all over my face and lips. "Are you ready to suck cock, bitch" he asked me with great authority, looking directly at me. My eyes were tightly shut and I didn't bother to answer such a stupid question. He slapped my face with his cock a couple of times more and then began unbuckling the strap that was holding my cock gag in place. He slowly pulled it out and rebuckled it around my neck so it was hanging on my chest, like a necklace would and he could reattach it whenever he wanted. My eyes were wide open now and I knew what was to happen next so I was just trying to prepare myself for it.
I was looking directly into his eyes as he slowly entered my wide open red lipped mouth with his cock. David was well endowed, probably around nine to ten inches, and he put it in my mouth as far as it would go before it met my gag resistance and stopped. It looked to me like he had another three or four inches left when I felt him start to slowly wiggle and push it deeper as I relaxed my gag reflex. He had his left hand on the back of my neck and his right hand on the top of the back of my head with perfect leverage so there was no point in me resisting, in fact he was very rhythmatic, shoving it down my throat until my lips hit his balls and then pulling it out to the base of his head then shoving it in again. I was concentrating on moving with his thrusts. Opening my mouth wide, relaxing my gag reflex, and slightly wiggling my head left and right on his in stroke and closing my lips tightly and sucking him off on his out stroke. After about a minute, I was totally moving with him, we were like a well oiled machine, it was fun. We were going at it for a while when I heard David mutter "c'mon...c'mon". From years of experience, that usually alerts me that a man is close to shooting his wad down my throat, and soon after that, I started to taste his precum and then he stopped when the base of the head of his cock was at the back of my ruby red lips and he told me to press my lips tightly as he stroked his cock with his right hand. I started to tongue his head and within seconds his cock was jerking up and down and I could feel cum hitting the back of my mouth and tongue. He instructed me not to swallow until he told me to and turned my face towards the camera. "Open your mouth cunt" he told me, and then placed his cock on the right side of my cum filled mouth. "OK, now swallow half of my cum, bitch, and then open your mouth towards the camera again", he demanded, and I complied, enjoying the hopelessness of it all. David had an evil controlling smile on his face as he ordered "OK, now swallow the rest of my cum and then show the camera your empty mouth, you cum sucking bitch", which I did, once again, savoring the taste. "Good girl" he said as he sat on the sofa next to me with his cock still hanging from his dress slacks.
He grabbed my head and placed it on his bare cock, stroking the back of my head, which made me feel so good that I squeezed my butt cheeks against my dildo which I had almost forgot about and jerked a bit from another small orgasm. Those screw patterned ridges were taking their toll on me. I was still tightly tied, but after that perfect blowjob, it didn't matter, I was no longer scared but at peace. "You know what comes next, right Ricci"? I nodded and whispered "you are going to give me a good fucking...". "That's correct slut, but what did I say I was going to do to you before fucking you", he responded. I thought for a second and then sighed and muttered, "you are going to spank me...". "Good girl" David replied, as he bent down to undo the ropes and straps binding my frogtied legs. "Awwwwww...that feels so good...David, please promise me something" I moaned. "What, pet?" "Promise me that whatever you do to me, you'll be good to me..." "Of course slut, I promise that what ever I do to you, it will be for your good...even though it may not seem like it at the time..." I nodded as I stretched my legs and then he grabbed me by my waist, lifted me up and placed me on his lap with my face on the sofa.
David strapped my ankles together to guarantee my immobility and started to erotically massage the backs of my thighs over my nylons and slowly work his way up, hiking my short skirt up until it was over my butt. He then slowly slid my panties downward until they were on top of my stockings, then rubbed my butt cheeks very sensually, every so often pushing in my dildo, which felt like heaven, and causing me to groan. David reached around to my chest and got the cock gag and positioned it into my mouth...pushing it all the way in, and buckling it tightly as I choked a bit.
My mind was in a daze, and I could not think of anything, I just stayed in the moment. David was holding me down with his left hand on the base of my neck while I felt him lift his right hand and just as quickly spank my left cheek really hard, the sound of his hand loudly slapping my flesh echoed in my ears. I moaned deeply from my core, but did not scream. With my eyes shut tightly, trying to deal with the pain, I felt David continue to massage my butt. After the initial sting, the pain started to feel good, almost like this is what I needed...what I deserved for being such a filthy slut. With his hand still on my back, holding me down forcefully, he asked me if I wanted another. "Y-yes..." I gurgled thru my gag, nodding my head and preparing myself for more pain. 'Whap!'... I jerked upon the contact, but this time squeezing my butt and dildo tightly and sending me into another orgasm. He did this eight more times, alternating between my right and left cheeks...and each time it stung more...but felt better...if you know what I mean.
After he finished, I almost felt like asking for one more, but decided against it..."great", I tiredly thought to myself, "on top of everything else, now I'm a pain slut". I hadn't noticed it before because of the pain, but he had a raging hard on which was almost penetrating my groin area. David untied my ankles, flipped me on my back as he stood up and looked me directly in the eye, telling me "Now I'm going to fuck the shit out of you...you won't be able to walk right for two days...now spread your legs". He was very stern and forcefull, so I did as he said, teary eyed.
David didn't take his eyes off of me as he unbuckled his pants, grabbed my neck with his left hand and began to slowly unscrew my dildo with his right hand, intentionally moving it in and out of me to his amusement. It seemed like it took forever to come out, sending me into multiple orgasms yet again...and he hadn't even entered me with his meat yet. I was still moaning and groaning from the dildo removal when I finally felt his cock enter me. David toyed with me at first, only giving me about two inches at a time but stroking me fairly quickly in and out and really getting me wet. This was driving me crazy, I was cumming on every short stroke but it made me crave for all of it.
After a while he stopped, and looking at my tired, helplessly bound body with sex crazed eyes, about a minute or so later, David clipped the backs of my bended smooth knees with his arms, at his elbows, and then leaned forward and grabbed my shoulders with his hands and jammed his cock all the way in and began pile driving me roughly. This caused me to scream deeply as best as I could with my gag filled mouth and caused my eyes to roll up, also, in this position, I could not move or even squirm, and he had great leverage with his hands on my shoulders and all his weight on me on his forward stroke, as he continued to power fuck me with long, steady thrusts. I felt like a rag doll and all I can remember is my head continuously jerking forward and my eyes completely rolling back literally affecting my vision, and moaning deeply from my core in what seemed to be one endless orgasm, it seemed like hours until he finally came, his cum seemed like it was hot as he shot into me, almost burning my insides. To top it off, he told me he wanted my body to absorb all of his cum so he screwed the dildo back inside of me.
Man, I was done, David had sexually broken me a thousand times over and I felt so tired I just fell asleep right there on the sofa, still tightly tied. I don't know how long I was out but I woke up with a cock in my mouth and one up my ass, by two dudes I didn't know, it's like they were waiting for me to wake up so they could fuck me. There was five of them so it took me a couple of hours to suck and fuck all of them, but I didn't see David anywhere. I kept asking them who they were and where David was but they wouldn't answer me, at least the last guy untied me after shooting into me. That felt so good after being tied up for hours. I just lyed there for an hour and waited for David to come back but eventually noticed that his luggage was gone so I slowly got up and poured me a full glass of Greygoose and sat down, kind of straightening my nylons and clothes, and after about twenty minutes, headed for my room. It was already daylight out and I had no idea what time it was, for that matter, what day it was. I passed a couple and a cleaning lady on the way down and saw them looking at me like I was some kind of a freak or something. Anyways, I finally got to my room and took a long hot shower and then fell asleep on my bed in my bra and panties. I woke up at 10:35 pm, watched some TV, and thought about last night, thinking maybe that it had been a dream, but then I noticed some strap marks around my wrists and suddenly got a flashing vision of David...and I felt my panties were wet and knew cum was oozing out. I didn't know if I was pissed at David for leaving me or if I should just be thankful for what had happened. Talk about de-stressing! I guess that was the original idea...
So what is the moral of this story? Vodka and BDSM...approach with caution...
And what about David? I was mad at him for leaving me the way he did. He actually kept calling me everyday for the next two weeks and I really didn't know if I was pissed or in love with him...or both, so I finally answered the phone fifteen days later. He apologized for leaving like he did and believe it or not, we actually went together for about a year, I even moved in with him in his condo in Beverly Hills for the last four months of it.
So he kept me on hormones during this time and wanted to turn me into a girl permanently to marry him and said he would pay for the surgery which was OK with me...guess I was in love with him. He eventually had made an appointment for me with his surgeon to have me castrated, but before the appointment came, one day he came home and suddenly told me that he had to move to New York City immediately for his work and wanted me to come with him. David was my Dom and never told me what he did for a living, although I think he was into something to do with world wide pornography. He told me I was on a need to know basis for anything to do with his life but he promised me that he would keep me 'well kept, well dressed, and well fucked', which he did, and he let me keep working although he didn't like it, he wanted me to be solely dependant on him.
And remember those five guys that were fucking me when I woke up after David had tore me a new one and I fell asleep and he had left? It turns out they were some of his high end that had noticed me at Happy Hour that night and they wanted to gangbang me something bad. David told them that for a large fee, he could arrange it and the rest is history, David later told me that that's when he fell in love with me and that's why he couldn't hang around while they did me...wow...how romantic...some love story, huh? Just kinda' fits my whole life pattern perfectly. As a side note, these guys still wanted me after David and me were an item. One day David asked me if I would mind it if he prostituted me out to them one at a time and that he would pay me $300 cash per trick for about two hours if I agreed, although I knew David was making a lot more on me. Hey, it was something on my bucket list so I said yes, and to top it off, they tipped me $100 after each trick. These were older, overweight married gentlemen, who were apparently very wealthy and I did this about fifteen times for David and became good friends with them. As a side note on a side note, one day about a year later after David and I had broken up, I was shopping in L.A. and ran into one of them. He told me that he was on a four hour break of a power meeting and that if I had a few hours to spare, I could come over to his room and name my price. I had no idea what the going rate was told him $600 on a whim and to my surprise and without hesitation, he accepted. Maybe I missed my calling...
So back to the moving situation, after really thinking about it, I told David no because I had lived in California all of my life and all of my family and friends were here, as well as my career and my house. One week later he was gone so I moved back into my pad, which some friends had been taking care of. In the process, I stopped taking the hormones when I ran out, and had forgot about my appointment to get castrated so I'm still healthy down there, although it is shrinking from the previous hormones I took, but I think my butt, hips and thighs got a little meatier.
David would call me every week for the first few months, checking up on me, telling me I could stay in his condo if I wanted to and asking me if I was OK or if I needed any money, or if I would change my mind and come and move in with him in NYC, but the answers were always no to the last two inquiries...love story over, I guess...
So, for now...it's back to normal...what a ride, man...
Hey...maybe another roadtrip to San Diego...
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