My Secret Fantasy

My Secret Fantasy- Dom 1

So I bet you think this is what women fantasize about — like something from a cover of a romance novel, a warm fire burning, and a tall dark handsome man making love to me beside the fire?

Um...that's not what I fantasize about. I can't even tell you what I fantasize about.

Why not? Because...you would be shocked and frightened probably.

You would.

I would never tell anyone this — anyone. Because it would give them the wrong idea about me. I don't want this to happen to me in real life — hell no.

I do like thinking about it, though, as I pleasure myself with my Satisfyer.

It does the trick every time. But I keep this to myself, and even my lovers don't know about this desire, because I'm slightly ashamed of it.

I would never be able to share this with anyone because if they saw me there, in the fantasy, the way I see myself, I am not sure they would treat me with the respect I know I deserve.

If they saw me there, with my arms over my head. On display in a private nightclub, in front of an audience. And ropes tied to a kind of beam that is stationed on the stage. Wearing a little black dress, like women usually wear to a nightclub...

No, I can't share that image with anyone. It is mine and mine alone...and it gets me so horny. I wonder why? Just being on display that way...it makes me tingle.

And if they knew — if they only knew what was going to happen next. I keep this an utter secret. How there is a man in a black mask, the first dom, whom I call Dom 1 because there will be three Doms before this fantasy is over...

Thank God nobody can see into my brain and discover this depraved secret, that in my most secret fantasy one dom is not enough. I need three!

I never will tell anyone about being tied up like this, in front of the audience, who await the show eagerly. This is just my private thought and nobody else's.

Alright, I will tell you.

Just you...but you have to promise not to use it against me or judge me, do you promise? Can I really trust you? I mean, I want to share it with you, I do. I feel that it might unburden me somehow. Because keeping this fantasy a secret to myself, it does, I think, weigh me down.

Alright, let me put my toe in the water and see what it feels like to confess a bit more of this to you.

I am so excited, looking out at the faces. Yes, I am so excited. It's a private party, by the way, so not just anybody can walk in off the street, and the club is not bound by the normal rules of a nightclub — in other words, anything goes. There are men and women, a lot of them into the fetish scene, so there is a lot of leather and a lot of ink and piercings.

Since it's "anything goes" some of the men are already pulling out their cocks and looking up at me with lust.

Oh god, I have to stop. Can I take that back, that part about actually wanting guys to jerk off to me on a stage? Why would I want that? I have no idea. Just forget you ever heard that, OK. I will continue.

The Dom holds up some scissors to the crowd, and they all cheer. Since my arms are tied in these ropes, it's the only way he's going to get my dress off.

Snip, snip. He snips the straps. And now he can pull the dress down to my feet, revealing my bra and panties.

There is a cheer.

I get so wet thinking of that cheer. I see one guy in the front ejaculating already. That was fast. I feel like I almost cum with him.

I have to explain this, can I take a moment and explain myself before you get all judgy? This is the curse of being an exhibitionist. Nothing, nothing in life compares to that thrill of being exposed to strangers. It's so heady...

It's a real shot of pleasure. Almost intravenous pleasure. It shoots all through my body like a drug.

I know, I'm pitiful. I should stop...

I should not tell you how Dom Number One comes behind me and begins kissing my neck and saying things in my ear, like, "They all want to see your tits and ass. Shall we show them?"

And how I nod eagerly. I should not tell you how eagerly I go along with this.

And how at this point in my fantasy I add that I have a ball gag in my mouth so I can't speak, I can only nod.

The dom holds the scissors up to the crowd again. They cheer.

Snip, snip.

My bra is cut off and it falls away, revealing my tits. Another cheer. You see. I am the only person in this dark room, there under the lights, I am the only person with her tits out. All eyes are on me.

My nipples are so hard.

The Dom squeezes my nipples. It hurts so good.

"You like that, baby?" he breathes into my ear.

I nod.

Then he lowers the ropes with a little pulley thing and tells me to get on my knees. The crowd cheers. They know what is coming now.

I don't know if you have lost respect for me yet. Tell me if you have any, please? Because I won't go on if you already have lost respect for me. I mean, we haven't even gotten to the really naughty part yet. Should I proceed or not?

You decide....read on or go to a more wholesome story...