My Secret Fantasy

My Secret Fantasy- Dom 2

Alright....you asked for it.

So now I'm on my knees, and the Dom takes the ball gag out of my mouth and holds it up to the crowd, who cheer expectantly. Then he pulls his penis out. And puts it in my mouth.

"Suck it, baby," he says.

Yeah, this is what I fantasize about doing — sucking cock on a stage. What the fuck is wrong with me? So now you know. I mean, a part of it. You know a part of it. Yes, there is more...worse to come. Much worse. Do you want to hear?

Really?

As I suck the dick, everybody gets kind of silent. This is real sex now. This is what they came for.

At some point, he is basically fucking my mouth. I mean, really thrusting his pelvis and forcing that thing down my throat and they cheer and cheer.

Yes, I actually like that the crowd cheers for me being roughly fellated. I actually do...

At last, he pulls his dick out of my mouth. I can tell he is about to cum. He explodes. It goes all over my face and begins dripping down. The crowd goes crazy.

Then Dom 1 bows and exits the stage. Another Dom appears. Dom 2. He has a mask, a beard, and looks kinda mean.

He holds up a little riding crop to the crowd. Then he takes the pulley and pulls my arms back up, and somehow turns me around so I am now back to the crowd.

He pulls down my panties and I step out of them. Now my bare ass is facing the crowd. He pulls the ropes forward somehow, which forces me to bend over forward and stick my ass up in the air. The crowd cheers. I am getting so horny, being completely naked at last. And sure enough, Dom 2 reaches his hand around and rubs my clit a little and brings me almost to orgasm. "The safe word is pineapple," he whispers to me.

Then he begins spanking my ass with his bare hand. The wave of pain mixes with sexual pleasure into such a confusing and delightful cocktail. He puts his hand on my pussy and rubs again. Then he takes the riding crop and starts giving me little sharp flicks. I cry out with each one. And after about five or so he puts his hand back on my clit and rubs again. He takes the handle of the riding crop and rubs it against my labia. He whispers things in my ear, calling me a little slut and hoping that I'm enjoying my punishment because I deserve it, don't I?

"Yes," I say obediently. "I deserve it. I'm a bad girl."

Alright, I would like to interject right here — I don't feel that I really 'deserve' to be punished. This is just a fantasy, remember. You know I am just a horny person.

I probably shouldn't have told you. Now you are going to want to whip me, aren't you? Listen, I don't want you to whip me, do you understand that? I want this masked mean guy, Dom 2, to whip me.

Being whipped by you would not be the same.

I mean, I wouldn't want to be whipped by Mister Rogers, would I?

No! I don't mean that you are Mister Rogers. But you're nice, that's all I meant. I don't fantasize about being whipped by a nice guy. Or even a hot guy. Yes, you're hot. Dom 2 is not. That's why he wears the mask. And that's who I want to whip me, do you understand?

OK.

So then he whips me about five more times with the riding crop, this time harder. I'm sure my buttocks must be very red.

Then I feel something inside me. And everyone starts cheering loudly.

He is fucking me!

That was a surprise. I push back hard against this big thing inside me and I realize I'm being fucked on stage.

So, when I'm masturbating, I bring myself to about five orgasms while he's fucking me, because you see, he fucks me so damn hard. Like I've never been fucked so hard.

And no! This doesn't mean I want you to fuck me hard! Again, please don't conflate me with the woman in this fantasy.

This woman is not me.

She's just a little part of me.

She's at the most secret bottom of my soul, like a woman trapped at the bottom of a well, and do you know what she wants? Yes, that's right. She wants to be tied up and fucked hard on a stage in front of strangers. Nothing gives her greater joy.

Yeah, she's a strange one.

So...

On the stage, I feel myself cumming so fast, like faster than I've ever cum during intercourse. I feel him cumming in me soon. And the cum dripping down my legs after he leaves me on the stage.

I really like that, the cum just dripping down the inside of my thighs. Drip, drip, drip.

Now enters Dom 3, the real master. And he —

I'm sorry, I don't think I can tell you about this part. I'm too embarrassed. Really, I am. At first, it was just a trope, this, "I can't tell you a thing." But this is not a trope any more, folks. I really don't think I can tell you this. I can't.

I really can't....unless you really want me to... do you?