30 Days of Kink: Day 5

Posted on 7th January 2011 in 30 Days of Kink, Erotica

I’m still trekking through the 30 days of kink! Today’s question is:

Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience?  If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.

I think I probably covered this in my last post so I’m trying to think of something new! So I’m going to share another childhood fantasy of mine instead!

As you drive up to the house you see a girl either side of the door, each in a cage suspended from the roof. Both girls are naked and just out of reach, they are purely decorative and not for touching.
Walking through the front doors you are greeted by a man in a suit, he is polite but immediately asks what you are looking for, if you have any specific requirements. You tell him that you are just looking, seeing what is available, and don’t intend to purchase today. He nods and shows you through. This is your first time in one of these places and you are initially shocked by what you see; one long corridor with windows all the way down on both sides. The windows are floor to ceiling and allow for a view of the girls behind them. The shock quickly subsides as you realise that this is how it should be; girls there for your pleasure, toys to do with as you please.

Each room is stone, more a dungeon than a room. Some contain toys that they have been ordered to play with, some more than one girl, some are tied down having orgasms ripped from them by machines while they scream and cry for it to stop. You see a girl you like the look of, she is tied to the wall with a hitachi pressed against her cunt, she is screaming, shaking and crying. You point at her, “stop it,” you say. The vibrations cease and she looks at you, her eyes conveying their thanks. “Remind me to try her on my next visit,” you say almost thinking out loud, “carry on.” The hitachi turns back on and you see her throw her head back as it tears yet more screams from her throat. “Definitely make sure I try that one,” you murmer.

You wander down the corridor taking in the different sights. Noting down which girls take your fancy, taunting some of them, demanding they display themselves or dance for you. You take in how they move, how they look, how they sound, how well they suffer. This really is the life. You tell them as you leave when you will be returning and which girls you want to see and as you drive off you cannot wait for your next visit.

(Obviously in my fantasies I was one of the girls but it’s hard to write it from that POV!)

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