Vegas Twelve to One · Part 14 (14/14)
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{Sunday 11:00 am – 12:30 pm} “Let us get you showered and ready to go home. I was taken to the wet room for one last time. My butt holds onto its unusual contents. The handcuffs were removed, and unexpectedly I am once again strung up, spread-eagle, to the chains by the wash shower. I thought, wrongfully, that we were done with the bondage part of the weekend, we obviously were not. I am sprayed down, scrubbed, hair washed and re-rinsed. I am somewhat glad as I wouldn’t want to have flown coast to coast after this morning’s events without a shower. Surprisingly, I was not washed internally. After my rinsing my attendant left, but not for long this time.
“I was just reverifying how I am to provide you with your final pain/pleasure memory of your stay with us.” Not fully understanding exactly what this last activity entails; I was touched that he was to deliver my weekend’s final experience in servitude. It seemed only fair, as despite being the co-play party host and co-owner of this magnificent paradise home of subservient suffering, as Master’s submissive he had the disgusting task of taking care of my bodily functions and cleansing all weekend. And having that misthought, with me fully exposed and vulnerable via my chained upright spread eagle restrained bondage, he begins to expertly and painfully whip me with a long-stranded leather flogger.
First with down strokes on my shoulders, then across my back with lateral ones, moving back to down strokes on my butt, then criss-crossing ones on both my hindlegs. Next is my chest, concentrating on my previously abused nipples, traveling down to my belly and then finally to my privates with strong, methodical, repetitious upward strokes. A very effective and skilled delivery from someone supposedly a submissive. After the first round he starts another. These attacks were made even more agonizing due to my still shower wet dripping body. I twist and try to arch away, shift my body any way I can but to no avail.
He turns on the overhead shower for a quick rewetting and then back to whipping. The water does its job of making the flogging more torturous. The vicious blows come despite my efforts to avoid them by violently pulling against the chains which will not yield. I wither in pain and moan in agony. I had already mentally exited the play, I thought we were done, I had showered, but here I am still chained and tortured. I am so confused; my mind again is not functioning. I am surprised how long this has gone on, he’s already enroute to my privates of his fourth rotation when he offers some guidance that he surely could have shared earlier, “I will continue until I hear you cry RED. You must be the one to decide when to end your servitude reality and return to the world of fantasy.”
And the intensity picks up on the attack on my privates. I try to absorb the hits, but it doesn’t take much longer, merely seconds, for my legs to give way and collapse causing me to hang from my wrists. Dangling limp and in agony I beg for the merciful ending of my weekend servitude with the plea of “RED, RED, yes end it, I beg you RED!”
His hard under swing already in motion lands a final blow to my balls, but no more would be coming. My arms and feet are immediately released, and I am helped to the floor where I am held tightly, cuddled, and stroked tenderly with compassion and understanding. “You did magnificent this weekend. We are all so proud of you. You kept in your role, never complained, or resisted. You tested your limits and then some. When I was hung on the gallows, I didn’t handle it nearly as well as you did. I think you really experienced true BDSM servitude and got to live your fantasies as we understood them.
As a submissive, I understand first-hand what a trial it is to adopt this life, but I love living it each weekend with my loving master. You are just starting your journey and having great limitations at home will be frustrating for you. You can call me or Master anytime you want to talk about the life. I am so glad you came and let us share this with you. And thank you for sexually making yourself available to pleasure us. I know you found most of the things we did sexually to you repulsive and the discipline harsh, but you know in your heart and mind it is what you desired at the same time.
I can’t wait to read your next journal describing your perspective on the activities of the last few days. You are welcome back anytime. All of us look forward to it.” And I’m given a final long hug and handshake.
As I am allowed to sit there on the floor to recover, I am toweled dry. Then told, when I am ready, to go brush my teeth and gargle, so I won’t travel home with a cum taste in my mouth and smell on my breath. He says with a smile, “It lingers, otherwise.” As I do that, the first time in three days unrestrained in any way, while he gathers my clothes and brings them to me. As I dress, he hands me a thin woman’s sanitary napkin. “Put this in your shorts.
Master did not want me to douche your butt after our game because he thought while you were formulating your final thoughts on the events here on the flight home, you knowing that there was cum of twelve men still in you might help crystallize in your mind what once was your fantasy servitude has become very real. And I assure you, even though you were expertly rimmed by one of the best, much of the cum is still in you. Some will surely weep out as you travel. The pad will protect your garments, so you won’t have questions to answer when you get home. Try your best to not pass gas, it will likely prove messy.”
“Sir Michael has packed your travel bag. Your toys have been cleaned and discreetly packed in your bag. He has your computer too. I suggest when you are waiting for your plane you catch up with your journal with today’s entries while they are still fresh in your mind as many additional things have happened since you wrote in it this morning. There is ample time for you to stop for lunch. I know you are hungry as you had minimal food all weekend. I suggest you don’t overdo it with your first meal, like eating fast food such as burgers and fries. They will play havoc with your colon after the altered menu and the flushing regiment you had. Your normal discharges will return in two or three days. Yeah, I know this is new to you, but you will be fine. It is just considered normal for our crowd.”
“All of our other guests are out on the pool deck. They said their goodbyes to you on the bench as it should be with a submissive belonging to someone else. I am now going to take you to my partner and Sir Michael. They will meet us at the dungeon door where I will leave you with them and I will go join my guests at the pool. There are different ways to interpret your Contract. The Red you call here could be considered the end of your servitude and that’s OK. But I think it would be a courtesy to both of them if you left the dungeon still bound and with your collar on till you leave our home, which is also contractually fine.”
I answer immediately despite still in a recovering stinging-pain state, “Of course, that is fine with me.” And in my best subservient tone I say, “May I honor you by having you place my collar around my neck and secure me as you see fit one more time.” The collar is put on and simple handcuffs locking my hands behind me. I take one last wide look at my three-day home of torment and ecstasy, and I am escorted out of the dungeon.
I am handed off at the door as planned and the two Masters and I head back to the office where we first talked.
“Sit down. I want you to know it was a pleasure to serve as your surrogate dominant for the weekend. You should be proud of how you handled all that you endured without complaint or resistance. And while we all know you had signed away your body for us to sexually use for our pleasure and had no choice or control in the play, you were a quick learner and trooper throughout, a lot of fun to abuse too. Now, like you, I still have a desire for confidentiality. You don’t know who any of us are or where we live or about our personal lives other than how we like to play on weekends. However, I did share that my partner is an attorney. And now I am going to share a similar detail about me, I am a practicing medical doctor. You don’t need any more specifics.
“I tell you that for two reasons. First, I want to assure you that it is my belief you are safe from disease from any of my guests. I have known all of them for at least ten years, some much longer. We all limit who we play with to a select group which includes two more couples who were not able to attend. I don’t think you could handle any more than were here anyway. The very few that are HIV positive have been zero-detectable for years and I see their testing results quarterly. We are all tested that often, as my mate has strict rules.
“Second, even with the best health records and strong trust between us, precaution is never a bad thing, especially considering how many different fluids we deposited in your body. I would be a bad practitioner if I sent you home to a wife with the potential of an infection, regardless of how low we believe the risk to be, so I am offering you two medications. One is doxyPEP which is doxycycline. It is a post-exposure one dose pill that will prevent common STD infections from establishing themselves. The other is HIV PEP, a post-exposure prophylaxis, which functions as a morning after type pill for the prevention of HIV if you were exposed.
Unfortunately, this one requires you to take a pill every day for 28 days. I have them both here for you along with brochures on them. It is totally up to you if you want to take them, but it is my recommendation to do so just to be ultra safe. It is important to start them within 72 hours of exposure. You are already dancing on that timeline since you’ve been here for the weekend. You might also get tested in about a month just to ease your mind if you are worried.”
“Wow, excellent, thank you. I think that’s fantastic. In fact, it will help alleviate my biggest and only remaining concern about the weekend. If you have some water, I’d like to take them both right now.” And I do. For the record, I took the remaining 27 pills of the HIV PEP as directed over the next month.
“We need to head out, so we are not rushed. Your bag is in the car,” indicates Sir Michael. I start to say, “I want to thank you…” and I am cut off. “Your Dominant has already thanked me, many times over, both verbally and physically. It is my belief that it is inappropriate for a Dom’s submissive to thank another Dom for something set up between the two of them. Make sure you do thank your master, however.” He then gives me a wink and says again “As I said you were an excellent submissive and great fun to use. Doing a Straight against his will is a real turn-on. Please come back and play with us again. I mean that.” We got up, my hands still cuffed, and we headed out to the car.
There our Host unlocks my wrists, gathers his cuffs, pats me on the back and we get in the car. Michael handed me the blindfold that I wore on the way in, and I put it on and took off the collar as we drove away.
Epilog
As the weekend progressed my lack of sound rest and physical abuse wore me down more mentally than physically. This became obvious to me upon reading my journal entries for rewriting them into this story style. My facts and comments for the last night and morning of play rambled on and are confusing with details missing unlike my beginning entries. Alas, two things saved me so that my reporting in this article is accurate and truthful. Sir Michael forwarded to me, as he had done after the San Diego ordeal, a copy of their detailed plan and itinerary for the weekend, which helped a lot. It certainly improved my publicizing the chronological order and time of each event.
However, it was the camera recordings that were immensely beneficial. About three weeks after I got home, I received in the mail from Sir Michael a thumb-drive sent to him for me from Master. Written on the side was simply ‘Bitch Highlights.’ Turns out that Master had gone through the recordings of the weekend, isolated the ones that captured me. He edited out times when no special fun activities were happening, like gym time, breakfast, and similar boring events though these edits were minimal. There was no sound. I was often videoed from multiple cameras providing different views of my predicaments and use. They show up as split screen viewing. I also found out that there were outside cameras in the pool and patio areas. So other than some of my downtime, I have a recording of all that happened to me.
The recordings were not Hollywood cinematographer quality by any means, just surveillance footage from wall and pole mounted cameras, but they did plainly show what I endured. Some shots are surprisingly clear, and you can visibly see much of my suffering and sexual use close up and personal. Both exhilarating and chilling for me to watch knowing it is me. While watching I relive it all. There are hours and hours of action. My hoods conceal my identity in many scenes, but certainly not all of them. If you know my naked body as my wife would, then I am easily recognizable. The drive is locked away in my personal records safe and has been relabeled.
I hope the confidentiality promised is maintained as I know I do not have the only copy; my hosts have one that they control. I am so grateful for the gift as I can now accurately report the whole weekend where before I had some unclarity. More importantly, it perfectly serves two other purposes; one, I can watch it anytime I need a bondage fantasy fix and, two, it is undeniable confirmation to me that this was all real. I know it was an effort by Master to put it all together and as I said, I am so thankful.
The original plan called for just three couples in addition to the hosts and the possible mistress to come for the weekend. More than enough participants for their diabolical intentions and typically the number of people that gathered for any other party. When Master first floated the idea to the group of friends, he got an overwhelming positive response and it became awkward as a host to not let all who wanted to come from joining, so their ten intended cocks grew to twelve. It could have been even more overwhelming; I understand there are two more twosomes in the ‘club’. They both had other commitments and could not attend, thank goodness.
When unpacking my suitcase I found a fraternity paddle. It had no writing on it, but I knew where it had been used. I believe it was sent with me as a symbol that I was now an accepted associate member in their fraternity. The noose was discreetly wrapped up with it.
It did take about two to three days for my bowels to return to normal. My hole was sore for about the same amount of time, and my crack where it rested on the rail was tender too. I had to use some Desitin diaper rash cream on my anus for a few days which helped the burning and healing. It had been both thoroughly stretched and rubbed raw. My urethra was a bit raw too and it burned for a day when I pied. I’m not sure how they pulled it off, but my skin did not show any vivid marks of my whippings, i.e., no black and blue. They had not broken or torn my skin. If you look hard there was some evidence of striping and my privates and thighs bore marks from my final torture, but I kept my shirt on and didn’t parade around naked at home and in two, maybe three days, they were gone.
Cum did drip from me during the flight and ride home, the pad doing its job. The rest came out with my stool during my next two movements. The cum of twelve men, some from men younger and more virile than me, is a lot. I feel both remorse and elation that it was put there, it took more time than a plane ride home to put it all in perspective.
Sir Michael reports that he had a great time, and while he always kept tabs on what was being done to me, he did get to top each of the four visiting and the host submissives at the request of each of the masters. He boasted that he topped two out of four of the masters too, along with multiple times with the Host. ‘Big dick, big demand’ at these parties he told me. He was sucked by most of them too including the Mistress. I’m pleased for him. Sir said he held his cum though for just me and the two Hosts. I suppose I should be honored by that sacrifice.
He indicated that one of his favorite times was watching me and my body language as the two guys caressed and then made love to me on the bed. He said it was obvious that having men be affectionate was distressing for me but was pleased that I let them proceed. It was intended to be mental torture, and they proved successful. The original plan was for only the first guy, a submissive, to caress and fondle me with affection, but when Master and Sir Michael watched my reactions, they wanted the scene to end in me being lovingly fucked. The submissive was not one who enjoys being the top, so his master joined in and then finished it so Master and Michael would get their kicks. I would get something to remember. The flashbacks of this particular scene have come to mind at some unusual times since the weekend. I’m glad I was bound, it helps.
Sir Michael wants me to make clear that he has no interest in necrophilia, in fact the mere thought of it repulses him. His claim of it being his fantasy was said to me on the gallows as part of a prewritten script. The same basic lines had been used before at previous initiations. Almost all of what was said to me was made up, only said to scare my weakened mind into believing that I was really going to be hung. Mike did say of the whole story, the only part he liked was what he had personally authored, that his cum would be in my ashes, which he thought was extremely funny. He was almost afraid to add it as he thought I would then see through it all as fabricated.
Truth is, it was what convinced me that it was real. There was one bit of truth in all of it, one of the people not at the party who is part of their playgroup is a coroner, i.e., a medical examiner, specifically an MD pathologist. He doesn’t write fabricated bogus death certificates.
As the contract required, I was never caned. I did see two of the submissives receive strikes from a Rattan cane on their hindquarters, with serious bruises and welts laid down. I watched one having to hold the cane in his hands with his arm stretched out in front of him, waiting for what must have been fifteen minutes until the inevitable whipping came, playing with his mind. You can tell these physical assaults are intensely painful, with marks that will remain as reminders for days, maybe a week or more. These guys are seriously into their BDSM play.
I was discreetly tested; I am free of disease or STDs.
I have been told the host submissive finds it distasteful to provide cleansing of other sub’s internal plumbing. It was an act of servitude loyalty to his master who asked/demanded him to do it as a needed part of the party play. He was good at it; he has been required to do it to others before, so he is well practiced. I remained clean for almost the entirety of the event play. With the frequency and the different ways I was used, that was important to me on many levels to remain clean. Nonetheless, having it done to you is degrading and humiliating and probably my least favorite activity of the weekend.
I had experienced the use of a rubber water wand in San Diego for cleansing, although I was managing it myself. I also had a speculum in me during other play. New to me was the flexible vibrator and suction. Turns out the suction aspirator was a portable suction machine that ambulance crews and hospitals use to extract out body fluids, most typically in obstructed airways. It worked really well at getting the last bit of gray water out of me. It felt like the dentist suction when having your teeth cleaned. Master being an MD helps in obtaining some of these interesting devices that were used. I came to learn that the vibrator helps gravity move the water down from one’s deep recesses.
Apparently, this is a well practiced trick in the gay community in prepping for fun. As the weekend went on my cleanings became less intense, such as in the number of times I was irrigated per cycle, as my reduced food intake minimized my waste production.
My pillory punishment by the young master supposably because his sub was eyeing me was contrived. This staged scenario, proposed actors and punishment was outlined ahead of time in Master’s and Sir Michael’s detailed plan for the weekend. On the other hand, the deep penetration by the inflatable dildo while I was bound to the bench was not. As reported, it was a recently purchased toy that the owner had brought along, and while he was there, decided it would be fun to test it out on me before using it on his own sub.
While food intake was minimal, I was regularly hydrated with water. That, in addition to my large, forced pee consumption, made me need to go frequently as time went on; and therefore, I learned to overcome my shyness of peeing into the held urinal while bound.
In retrospection, there was nothing that was done to me that I overly regret or wished had not happened. Some things as they were occurring, I loathed or were excruciatingly painful, and thus were well beyond what my original fantasies craved, but after they had concluded I came to terms with them and was glad or at least ok I had experienced them. All were within the limits of the contract although some interpretations were not as I might have originally understood or considered. I had favorite activities, but if I confess them, I may be denied them if I get to come back, so I’ll keep them to myself. Some on that list might surprise you. The struggle between pain and pleasure of both physical and mental cruelty are interesting bedfellows that can provide sexual arousal in a twisted way. I think all of us are twisted in our own ways.
I am still coming to terms with my interactions with the Mistress. I guess I do have some remorse about that. It helps that I feel I was justly given a proper and harsh punishment for my arousal and pleasure from her playing with me.
Will I return to this dungeon for more play? Too soon to tell, I need some more time to let my inner self completely settle. I am thrilled I went to Las Vegas; physical strain and pain passes quickly, and it has; it is the psychological and emotional that takes time to resolve, and as I just said I’m traveling that road now. I think I am close to coming to terms with all my thoughts, though some still wake me at night. I can say my outer persona has not changed; it is fully intact, but it is also rested, calmed, exactly what I was striving to achieve. At work I am still a strong, confident, successful leader and businessman, and at home a loving and devoted husband and father.
Try not to pass judgement too harshly, I’m sure some won’t agree with some of that statement. I like who I am when I am in my normal self, and I like who I am when I am taking on a short-term submissive identity. They are polar opposites for me and that is what makes both lives satisfying and desired. My submissive life has given me the respite I yearn for from my busy, intense primary life.
I am not gay, turning gay, or even bi, although to some it might seem that way. As I have stated again and again, only women excite me sexually, men do not, but I do, as said, still get sexually aroused by being bound and then being forced to service or be used by men. The adventures I had in Vegas and San Diego filled that need and I hope I’ll get to have the experience again, I think. Obviously, more exciting to me would be to have sexual encounters with women while they are in bondage, or vice versa, but I will only do such activities with my wife, and she gets no excitement from such play, so that is not to be, c'est la vie. I cannot give better reasons for my feelings or choices; they have always been within me. It is who I am.
Final comment – It was Sir Michael’s wish and command that I memorialize this weekend in writing and then share it with others. His hope is that those reading my journal are entertained, pleasured, maybe even aroused by the bondage and abuse I suffered at the hands of my hosts and their friends and as such will act as an augmentation of my time in Vegas, prolonging my servitude to him. He likes to share his good fortunes. He enjoyed sharing me with them and now with you. Sorry, no, I can’t share the videos, anonymity is paramount for my hosts, their guests and me for obvious reasons.
Respectfully submitted, Bitch Bobbie
Vegas Twelve to One · Part 14 (14/14)
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