He spent an uncomfortable night, waking from numerous dreams where he, and not the anonymous man in the video. When he finally drug himself out of bed it was with a growing sense of unreality. He was at one time repelled and yet attracted to the scenes he viewed last night. He found himself imagining himself as the object of the same sort of treatment. He always knew that the situation of being helpless at the hands of a woman had an intense erotic appeal to him, but he never imagined that women actually behaved that way.
Throughout the day, he found his mind drifting back to what he had seen and then it began running on its own. He mechanically ran through the remaining things on the list and began working at them. The number of times he came to himself after quietly staring off into space, his imagination a world away, was beginning to make him uncomfortable for he found that he lost all track of his surroundings, but he finally finished his work. He found himself drawn to the room downstairs.
He looked at the things there, his imagination running wild. He wished that she had planned to be gone longer, he would have liked to watch more of the videos. The opportunity for fantasy there was probably endless. He found himself wondering if there were any younger women on them. Surely it wasn’t all older women, although he found them himself drawn to the older women on the tape. It was probably more the situation, rather than the person, but then he supposed he would at the very least have to find the woman attractive. He began to look at the things hanging on the wall. There were numerous things, whips he supposed, several types of those. He wondered what they felt like on bare skin. There were other things as well, sticks of different types and things that looked like whips but had many strands. Then there were other things as well, but many of them were foreign to him, he could only imagine their uses as well. And of course, there were the cuffs. He ran his fingers over them, wondering what it would feel like to be restrained, helpless to resist. He took a set down, after all, it was hours before she was due back, and carefully noted which went where so he could get them back in just the right place. Sitting down, he removed his shoes and socks. He buckled them on , amazed at the thrill the soft leather sent through him and of the other feelings they evoked. They were tight, but not uncomfortable, hugging his wrists and ankles. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get out of them, even after a struggle. Then, he knew what else he wanted.
Stripping off his T-shirt and shorts, he stood naked, reveling in the feeling. Then walking over to the bench that he had seen in the video, lay across it. He wiggled forward, to get his bottom where he felt was just the right position. He felt so exposed, so naked, and the arousal that he felt was overwhelming. He could feel himself bumping against the bench and now he realized why the man in the video pointed down, there was no other choice. The padded bench forced things downward. He closed his eyes and began to imagine being at the mercy of several women. They had their way with him, but he was up to the challenge, he made them lust for him by the way that he surrendered to them. He would never beg, no, he was there to please them, it wasn’t for his pleasure – he made them want time by pleasing them. It was a delicious fantasy and he lost himself in it, imagining uses for all the strange things that he had seen.
He reveled in the feeling, knowing that it was just a fantasy. He could never be in this sort of position. How could one walk up to someone and say they wanted to become a slave? It was ludicrous. How did these people find each other? He sighed, this line of thought wasn’t any fun, it was more fun to imagine someone running their hand over his bottom. That was such a yummy feeling, it felt so real too. He sighed with enjoyment as he began to throb. He imagined himself bobbing in response. The hands ran over his butt and down his legs, stroking the inside of his thighs. He found himself wishing that they would wander just a bit higher and spread his legs to accommodate them. He moaned in pleasure when they did finally find his balls and begin stroking those. Just a few more minutes of that and he knew what would happen. Then suddenly the left side of his ass erupted in fire, he jumped and blurted out, ‘What the hell kinda fantasy is this!?!?’ Feels awful damn real! ‘