BDSM Sub Experience

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A guest contributor who wishes to remain anonymous sent me this story and I thought it was not only too good to leave out but so good it should be the first and memorialised as such! Any names and/or locations mentioned have been changed to protect people.

 


 

Years ago, when I was 17, I was dating a professional dom. By pro-dom what I mean is that he was a sex worker paid by people to dominate them either in their own setting or in his studio attached to his house. He also did scarification tattoos using cutting, etching and burning and was one of the first people in the UK to use cremation ashes in tattoos. He was a real artist.

As well as doing this Steve would go to fetish shows and give displays on BDSM and being a dom. When not working as a dom he was a very kind and caring boyfriend and attentive to my needs. Our relationship was not that of dom and his sub but of equal partners, it just so happened he was a dom and made good money from it. That being said we did have many days and nights as dom/sub. I wasn’t interested in a full on dom/sub relationship and he wasn’t looking for that either, but we enjoyed what we had.

One night he asked if I’d be the BDSM sub in a stage performance he was giving at a fetish club. He explained what I’d have to do and who else was involved and I was nervous but also massively turned on.

He explained participants would be pulled out of the audience to help him use and abuse me. This show was two months away and I was allowed to have say in the people coming to abuse me. Some of these people would be penetrating me on stage and with no such thing as prep and HIV with still very much a concern. Steven didn’t want to use condom as bareback sex sold well as so much porn was either non-penetrative or used condoms and most gays, me included, hated condoms but knew they were necessary if you were fucking about.

The people chosen to fuck me had all agreed to have a HIV test a week before the event and only have protected safe sex until the night of the show. Back then it took a week for the results and there was no such thing as rapid testing. Like me they were going to get paid for helping out.

The night of the show comes and I’m taken to a dressing room while Steve and some friends set up his stage. He had spent the previous few weeks telling me what was going to happen and we had a lot of practicing and preparing.

No amount of preparing could get rid of the nerves but all the practice was a lot of fun.

Steve joined me in the dressing room and he revealed that if I didn’t want to do it and needed to back out he’d got someone else who’d step in. I was touched by his concern for me but I was excited to go ahead.

Finally it was our turn.

Waiting back stage while Steve did his opening patter insulting almost everyone in the audience, I was starting to get even more nervous. Before he’d gone out on stage he’d bound my wrists together and I was gagged with a collar around my neck and lead attached. I was barefoot but wearing jeans and white tee-shirt with a vest and tighty-whities underneath.

I wasn’t paying attention to what was being said when suddenly he appeared before me and lead me out on to the stage where the was a cross and leather-bound saw horse.

He slapped my stomach and said “Lets have a cheer for my sub!” and as people started to roar he shouted at them to stop and shouted I was there for his pleasure not theirs! He looked off the side of the stage and said “lower it!” and a hook came down from the ceiling. My hands were put on to the hook and I was lifted so I was tip toes. He ripped off my shirt and said “What the fuck! You’re wearing a vest? Is the baby cold?!” and ripped the vest off too and started slapping my stomach then turned me around and whipped my back a few times with a cat o’ nine tails.

He invited someone to come up and cut my jeans off. This wasn’t one of the plants we’d arranged but a randomer and by the time he’d finished I was now on stage in nothing but tighty-whities and a ball gag.

He attached electrodes to my nipples and shocked me a few times. Just minor shocks that made me jump. He also used the cat o’ nine tails on my stomach and back. Grabbing my cock through the underwear he said “Looks like someones enjoying himself! Let see if he enjoys this!” and put an electric cattle prod on into the waistband of my underwear and shocked my balls. Again, it wasn’t a massive shock but it was enough to make me buck. Keep in mind this was my boyfriend doing this and he knew what I could take.

The same guy who cut off the jeans was still on stage and he got cut the underwear off so now I’m hanging their naked. Before long I’m lowered down and am then tied to the cross, legs and arms spread. A few more whips and slaps and then he takes the gag off.

He starts firing questions at me like “You enjoying this pig?” Shouting at me and slapping my face if I don’t answer quick enough or loud enough. Then he releases a little break and the cross rolls around so I’m upside down and pisses over me and invites someone from the audience to do the same. The guy that comes up is a plant. He used a plant for this as he knew this guy wouldn’t abuse the privilege of coming up and pissing on me. Steve starts turning a crank and the cross starts lifting up until my head is waist height. He pushes his cock on my mouth and starts skullfucking my face and after he’s shown everyone what to do he invites a few people from the audience to come and do the same. These people are not plants but Steve controls the action. In total four guys come up. One of them asks if he can suck my dick and I can’t begin to describe just how loud and nasty Steve shot him down and told him to get off stage. He then turned to

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another guy and said “but you can!” and the crucifix was turned around again my cock sucked.

Every time I moaned I was slapped. I was ordered to remain silent. Very difficult for me. After a few more slaps and punches I was untied from the cross and tied to the saw horse with clips on my nipples and pegs on my balls.

With my legs spread he started insert fingers in my ass and invited people to have a go. Again not plants.

A few people fingered me and were told to start putting more in. Then he shouted “who wants to see this pig boy fisted?” and there were cheers. He lubed up his arm and went to town then pulled out, came round the front and fucked my face. As he was doing this he invited someone else up to paddle my ass. Another plant because experience had taught him that you just couldn’t trust some people.

Steve and the guy swapped positions and he starts by being gentle with the paddle. He asks the audience if he should go harder and of course they scream yes. For the next few minutes he kept asking they kept saying yes he kept hitter harder. The cue for him to do only two more would be when I screamed “Sir please stop sir!” He’d reply “fuck you!” and do two more butt gentle ones, ending with “I say when we fucking stop!” After a few minutes he’s whacking my ass hard and starts to panic thinking I can’t remember what to say so he comes to front and kneels down so we’re face to face and spits in my face. As the crowd cheer he whispers “Are you okay?” and I whisper back “fucking hit me harder you pussy!” and wink. He spits in my face again and winks back and went back to my ass. After a few minutes I give him the phrase and he stops.

“I think this ass is ready for fucking!” he shouts and without warning he spits on his cock rams it up my ass and starts pounding. I’ve still got cock in my mouth too.

He looks out at the audience and shouts “I need four hung guys to come up here and fuck this ass!”

While he was choosing the guys the guy who had his cock in my mouth, the plant, yells “Fuck I’m gonna cum soon!” and Steve told him to fill my throat. So he did. The guy got a round of applause and left the stage.

The four guys that came up were all plants too. So the first guy starts fucking my mouth. The second guy asks for a condom. Steve slapped his chest and said “We fuck this pig whore bareback or you don’t fuck him at all!” And so, over the next five to ten minutes, while getting encouragement and instructions from Steve, each of the four guys took it in turns to fuck my ass or mouth.

All of them were ordered to shoot over my face but one asked if he could shoot in my ass (planned) so Steve said “If you strip and take a paddle you can cum in his ass!” so he did. The other three shot on my face as ordered. Steve released my arms and got me to stand and licked the cum of my face and spat back in my mouth and said “Now you’ve lubed him up, it’s my turn!” and he then fucked me until he shot his load in my ass.

I was released from the saw horse and given a chair to sit on. Steve looked out on the Crowd and said “I think, after all his work, it’s only fair he gets to shoot. Who wants to help?” So another plant comes up and starts sucking me off. Steve grabs his head, slaps him and says, “I see I need to do this for you!” and wanked me off while holding this guys hair until I shot over his face.

Steve and I stood, bowed and left the stage. We talked about the night a lot and yes, we did it again both in private and public.

 


 

Thank you Anon!  Hopefully you’ll send some more in!  Excellent first true sex piece for the site.

 

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