30 Days: Nov. 29th (Patreon)

The whole night I’d been fantasizing about what Sarah’s next letter would contain. Unlike previous nights I was in a far better headspace so I could allow my horny imagination to wander and wonder without so much shame and guilt.

Reflecting on it the source of my newfound peace of mind I found it to be sixfold. First, while I’d been reluctant to admit it, I was enjoying the fact that my wife was having sex with others. It gave me a thrill like few other things did. I wouldn’t be shouting it from the rooftops, but I was a cuckold. A part-time one at least. It wasn’t a permanent lifestyle I would choose but this month had given me enough fuel for my libido to last a lifetime. Second, Sarah had found her limits and was having fun with her last few days of freedom. She was enjoying her challenge and it had ended up doing exactly what we had hoped it would do for her. FAR more than I ever thought it would, but a roaring success by the standards of the initial goals I’d set. Third, and most importantly, despite all of the crazy sex she’d had with all her different partners the woman was still as in love with me as ever. I knew that to be true to the deepest depths of my heart. Nobody could steal her away, no matter how good they fucked. Fifth was the giddy excitement of December 1st being so close now. I couldn’t wait to have her in my arms again, to make her mine again, and experience the ‘new Sarah’ for the first time. I already knew that I would seriously have to up my game in the sack and I was eager for that challenge. And finally, I knew that the worst was behind us. During this month my wife had slept with friends, given her anal cherry, learned to deep-throat, had threesomes and monster cocks. What more could she really do? She admitted herself she was having trouble coming up with new stuff and I knew that she simply could not keep topping her previous exploit as she had been. Like any good story Naughty November had peaked and now we coast down through the final few pages and back into normal life.

My confidence in that final point began to wane however when I saw over-stuffed envelope nearly bursting from the fat stack of papers crammed into it. Settling into my chair I knew that I was in for a long read!

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Dear David,

Wow! What an extraordinary month this has been! I can’t believe that this is my second to last letter. As with the first letter we never discussed how the final two days with one letter was supposed to go. I guess I’ll figure that all out tomorrow. For now, I have one heck of a story to tell you!

Have you ever had a bisexual foursome? Have you ever participated in BDSM? Have you ever made love with an audience? Have you ever had sex with a total mystery partner? No? No? No? No? Well I can now check all of those boxes and so many more and by golly it was an experience that I will never forget.

So with my Naughty November almost over and after having been with the rest of the Cool gang Javi and Maria were hoping to have their turn with me before the end. Maria approached me about it saying they had a sitter lined up and everything and I told her that I was willing to make them my challenge for the day but I insisted that we had to do something different than a simple threesome. I knew that I was in trouble by the way she smiled and the way that Casey and Tonia laughed. She assured me that they would come up with something special for me then gave me a time and an address. I knew I was in even deeper trouble when Casey asked me if she could act as my chaperone for the evening. I was confused. Chaperone? I then asked if Tonia and James would be there and Tonia immediately said no. She that she and James preferred hosting Maria and Javi and rarely the other way around, saying the couple’s hospitality as hosts was ‘a bit much’ for them. They evaded my other questions, assuring me that it was funner to experience than to hear about. My curiosity piqued, I agreed to at least visit them that night.

Not long after you left Casey rolled up to drive me to Javi and Maria’s house. She wasn’t just my chaperone but my designated driver as well. Along the way I tried to pry more information from her but her lips were sealed. She just kept insisting that I was in good hands. It was all so mysterious and dramatic.

Everything seemed normal as we arrived. They live in a nice neighborhood in a nice two-story house with a nice, clean modern design. Their place stood out due to the high hedges all around the property but otherwise it was like any other house in the neighborhood. Taking Casey’s arm I let her lead me from their driveway to the front door. She rang the bell, we waited, the door opened, and that’s the moment when I left the normal world behind.

Answering the door was a strange man in dog collar and a weird leather mask that covered his whole head except for his eyes. Besides it being leather the mask looked like a ski mask a robber might wear except there were two little holes at his nostrils to allow him to breathe and a closed zipper across the mouth area. Now David, when I say the man greeting us wore a dog collar and a mask, I mean he was ONLY wearing a dog collar and a mask! He was completely naked otherwise! As if that weren’t shocking enough it was as plain as day that this man was not Javi. He was shorter and far skinnier than Javi and his pale, doughy and completely hairless body was as white as mine. Who was he? Though I tried not to stare at him I couldn’t help but notice his soft penis was quite a fat one. It reminded me of Bradley’s just without the bend and none of bush.

While I was reeling Casey greeted the man as casual as anything. ‘Hello Gimp.’ She said. He nodded in acknowledgment but said nothing. He motioned for us to enter which we did. He closed the door behind and waited for us to take off our jackets and shoes then lead the way deeper into the house. It was so weird being ushered by this naked masked mystery man through the super normal house. Along the way I whispered to Casey, asking about the man, and she answered, ‘He is Javi’s gimp’. I’d heard of a simp before but never a gimp.

He lead us down into the basement. At the bottom of the stair was the usual stuff; washer, dryer, water heater and the like. But it on the opposite wall from the stairs was solid looking door with a place to put a padlock just above the door handle. I gave Casey a look but she just smiled and patted my hand. Gimp lead through the door and oh my goodness! What a sight it was! It was no ordinary room. The whole rest of the basement had been turned into a crazy bdsm dungeon! It was one big open space except for a full bathroom just beside the entrance. The walls were brick and lined with hanging whips and paddles and cuffs and chains and all sorts of kinky things. The floor was hard wood and the ceiling had exposed beam from which hung steel hoops here and there. The furniture was like nothing I’d seen before. There were benches, swings, stools, a pillory that looked like it belonged in medieval times and a big wooden X with cuffs affixed to the ends. Everything in there was of the same black and red color scheme. It was all fully lit though the lights were dimmer than a normal room and had a red hue. I felt like I’d walked into hell. And there was Satan waiting to strike a bargain for my impure soul.

Across the room from us sat Javi on a throne of dark wood and leather. A literal throne! He had on a black leather vest with matching leather pants. His black hair was all slicked back, his goatee trimmed, and he had on the most serious expression. I’d never seen the normally laid back and jovial Javi look so menacing! Kneeling beside his throne to his left was Maria, completely nude except for a dog collar that matched the one on Gimp. The collar was attached to the throne by a shiny steel chain. She looked really pretty with make up on and her hair worn loose. I tried to wave at her but she had her head down with her hands on her thighs in a strict position of submission. She looked very sexy! As Casey and I walked to the center of the room the naked man left us to kneel at Javi’s other side in the same position as Maria. Before addressing us Javi attached another chain leash to Gimp’s collar to match his wife’s.

Well! Needless to say I was overwhelmed by it all. Thankfully Casey was there to guide the way.

She turned to me and quietly explained that Maria and Javi were heavily into BDSM. She told me that there was no shame in turning around right then or at any time that I was feeling uncomfortable. She said that honesty and consent were crucial at all times. She also said that after her and I’s fun together that she sensed that I had a natural submissive streak in me and that it was her suggestion to surprise me like this. And then she went through some basic P’s and Q’s of Javi’s dungeon, the most important besides the safety and consent ones being that I was to not to break the fantasy until the scene was over. Once she was sure I had taken it all in she asked if I wanted to proceed, reminding me that I could end everything at any point I wanted. Seeing the trio waiting for us I simply had to see what this was all about and so I nodded to proceed.

Stepping forward she bowed to Javi and called him ‘Master Xavier’. He called her ‘Mistress Cassandra’ and asked who it was that she had brought with her. She said ‘a lovely little submissive seeking an experience’. That was me! Everything was so formal and ritualized. These characters they were playing were so unlike the folks that I knew so well out in the world. But right away I realized that part of the fun was the make-believe so I played my part as best I could. I curtsied to his highness and thanked him for allowing me into his dungeon. He liked that. We were off to a good start.

Acting like some king granting an audience to a lowly peasant Javi asked questions. So many questions! I felt like it was a naughty job interview or something. Ha ha ha!

He asked me who I belonged to. I proudly told him, ‘I belong to David.’ He asked me if I had my Master’s permission to be here. I say that I did and that you wanted to me to become more sexually experienced. He asked me for your title. I didn’t want to say Papa Bear as it didn’t really fit the whole mood going on so…he he he he!…I called you my ‘Daddy’! Ha ha ha! I really did! It just sorta popped right out of my mouth. Sorry if you think that’s weird or I embarrassed you with that. I just thought it was sexy is all. For what it’s worth three of the four didn’t even bat an eye. In fact I think they liked it. I think Maria REALLY liked it by her little gasp and the way she looked up at me with big eyes when I said it. She got in trouble for that look by her Master and had to enter a lower position with her head way down on the floor are her bum up higher for the rest of my screening. Maria is normally a pretty feisty woman so it was really strange for me seeing her so unquestioningly obedient. In the process I learned that her name here was ‘Muffin’! Ha ha ha! I thought that was so adorable and perfect for her somehow.

Continuing he asked me my title. It took me a second but I came up with ‘Bunny’. Isn’t that cute? I liked it. He then asked me if I gave consent for Mistress Cassandra to be me my chaperone. Turns out that they like to have somebody separate from the action to watch over things, especially when a new ‘play thing’ was being introduced. Casey would watch from the side and her whole job was to ensure that I was having a good time and not going past my comfort zone. I felt quite flattered that she would do that for me as well as comforted by having somebody looking out for me. I said that she had my consent to be chaperone.

And speaking of consent, oh my goodness. The next part was all about do you consent to this and this and this. I understand why they wanted everything out in the open but golly it kind of killed the whole spontaneity of things. But I appreciated it all being laid out as responsibly as it was. Wanting to take advantage of the opportunity for a full bdsm experience I told him that I would be willing to participate in most of the stuff he went through, within limits of course. But I didn’t agree to everything. Among the things I refused were extreme humiliation, unprotected sex, fisting (ew!), hard spanking, ‘water sports’ (EW!) and anything that would hurt me in any way. I told him that my powerful Daddy would get very angry if anybody caused his soft little Bunny any pain. OHHHH David! My pussy got wet just saying that. And when I saw the look of respect in Master’s eyes for my big strong Daddy, well, I was one proud little Bunny I can tell you. I also caught Maria peeking again. I think she was becoming a fan of this protective Daddy that she was hearing about. He he he!

Then we got to the topic of Gimp. Master Xavier told me that his preference was for his gimp to be involved in our scene but that I had to agree to it on the condition that I would not learn of the man’s true identity. He told me that in the outside world Gimp was a ‘nerdy cubical slave’ and a ‘total fucking loser’ who was so ‘worthless and inconsequential’ that he was as invisible without the mask on as with it. Simply put, Gimp did not matter. He was less than human. I wasn’t a fan of that kind of talk but if Gimp took offense at the insults he showed no signs of it, not that I could really tell through his mask. I was uneasy being with this total stranger but also curious. The mystery of him was quite exciting. Remembering our incidents with Bradley and Mr. Brown I made sure that Gimp didn’t know us in the real world. He was given permission to speak and told me that he did not recognize me. I didn’t know his nasally voice either. Master Xavier then said that what happened in his dungeon stayed in his dungeon. I was curious, I was horny, and it was still Naughty November so I agreed to allow Gimp to participate in our scene. I thanked Gimp and received my first verbal reprimand. I was told that Gimp never received praise, thanks, or appreciation. Ever! I felt for the poor fellow, but he wouldn’t be doing it if he didn’t like it, right?

Then finally I was told about the stoplight safe word system they used and that if I found myself needed to use one while gagged I was to either snap my fingers or look at Casey who would step in on my behalf. I was only supposed to look at her directly if I needed her. With all the leather and chains and floggers and stuff I was very intimidated but knowing that I had a chaperone looking out for me really helped me a lot. Casey then gave me a little kiss on my cheek and said to have fun then faded off to sit in a chair at the side of the room.

AT LAST the ‘scene’ could start. God! So much talking. LOL

Unclasping both Muffin and Gimp at once he sent them at me like was releasing the hounds. He told them to strip me naked and they sure did that. It wasn’t sensual or sexy, they just quietly and efficiently took all of my clothes off. It was surreal and embarrassing standing there looking at a blank faced Javi as he watched me become undressed. I quickly realized that if I was going to enjoy this without laughing or saying something wrong I had to get the real world out of my head as quick as possible. It wasn’t the jovial Javi watching me, it was Master Xavier and he was the dominant lord of this realm with me but a lowly submissive girl. And that made all the difference. By the time my that Muffin was pulling my panties off the pair of them stepped away from me to leave me totally exposed in the center of the room I had accepted my submissive identity in this strange world.

Once I was nude Gimp and Muffin returned to their Master’s side to kneel and watch. Totally emotionless Master Xavier’s dark eyes panned up and down my body, taking in every little detail of my flesh. Being under his commanding gaze made my skin tingle. My instinct was to cover up. While I did blush and squirm I stood there, arms at my sides, as bravely as I could to let him see all of me. I’ve never even let YOU look at me for so long in full light completely nude like that. Without him even doing anything my body was starting to respond, my face was flush, my pussy warm and my nipples had gotten all firm and perky. He had me turn around and while facing away I could still feel his eyes all over me, as well of those of the others.

After an excruciatingly tense couple of minutes he has me turn back around then orders me to kneel, which I did. Then he told me to go on all fours, I did this too. Then he told me kneel again, then back on my feet, then bend over so he could see my breasts hang, then kneel again. And so it went. He was toying with me but also testing me so I followed every command without question. It was actually a lot of fun following a master’s orders, sort of like an adult version Simon Says. It wasn’t long though until the orders started becoming more naughty.

He had me touch my body and grab my breasts. He had me spread my legs and pull my pussy lips apart. He pointed out to everybody how wet I already was and congratulated me on being such a good slut. A good slut! He even had me bend over and spread my cheeks to show everyone my butt hole and had me stay that way for awhile! I felt so dirty and so ashamed to be debasing myself like that in front of all of them, yet I couldn’t deny how arousing it all was to have all of their eyes on me. Finally he had me sit down with my legs wide and play with my pussy for his entertainment. Again I obeyed. The more I obeyed the easier it became. Master, Muffin and Gimp all watched in silence as I masturbated right there out in the open on the hard wood floor. AHHH! It was so embarrassing! It was so thrilling! Ha ha ha! After a little while he told me to stop and said that he was satisfied with my obedience and extended his respect to my Daddy for training me so well. Thank you, Daddy! He he he!

Master Xavier then asked, since it was my first time in his dungeon, if I had any requests. I kept it simple by answering ‘bondage and sex’. He said it was a predictable answer for someone who was so clearly an insatiable slut but that he would grant my request on the condition that I could only orgasm with his permission. I agreed, both with his condition as well as the fact that Bunny was an insatiable slut. I kinda liked having an alter ego. Bunny could be things and say things that Sarah could not. I was sinking deeper into their world more by the minute.

With a wave of his hand he once more he released his minions to do his bidding. While Muffin pulled me to the side Gimp went to the heavy wooden pillory and dragged it out into the center of the room. It was about five foot tall and built as one piece with the platform under it. The design was interesting in that the board with the holes for the neck and wrists was set into a groove between two stout pillars such that it looked like it could be adjusted up and down as desired. I’m not sure if the master had seen me eying it up, but I’d been quietly hoping he’d use it on me. It just looked so ancient and intimidating.

While Gimp was busying himself in setting up the equipment Muffin was putting these slender velcro cuffs on my wrists and whispering to me. She was asking me to tell my Daddy that she was a good girl and that she liked big rugged men like ‘Daddy David’. Ha ha ha! She called you Daddy David! She was being so CUTE! But ohhhh boy did she pay for it. Master Xavier was not impressed with his sub asking about another’s master in his dungeon. I’m not sure what she was thinking whispering like she was. Her master was sure to here her in the quiet room. I suspect that she got into trouble on purpose. The brat!

Well that just stopped everything. In an angry voice Master Xavier ordered Muffin to crawl back to him. Her head down like a scolded puppy that was exactly what she did. She begged for mercy but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Right there in front of everyone he put her over his knee and spanked her! Like not light little playful spanks like you give me, I mean full man strong spanks on her big bare bottom. The claps were so loud as they echoed through the room. Maria whimpered and moaned as she received her punishment, but I could tell by the noises and the look on her face…that she liked it! She enjoyed being spanked. And it left me curious. In the end he chastised her for being so selfish and disobedient and told her that it was only because he had a new guest that he wouldn’t be using the cane on her. With her bum all pink she grovelled at his feet like I had never seen a person do before, she even kissed his feet, and thanked him for his mercy. He waved her away like she was nothing but a nuisance and she crawled back to me, a poorly hidden smile on her flushed face.

I was still a bit shocked from that when he commanded his submissives to place me in the pillory. One on each arm they lifted me from the floor and lead me toward the instrument of bondage. The board had been split in two allowing them to lay my neck and wrists into indentations. I was bent forward, my head and arms positioned just so, then they brought the top half down to trap my neck and limbs between them. In an instant I realized what the snug cuffs had been for. They were to ensure that was impossible for me to pull my hands back through the holes. As I heard a latch click it hit me that I was truly trapped! It was so scary yet so incredibly exciting all at once. They weren’t done with me yet though. I couldn’t see them but I could hear them moving around behind me. The next thing I knew I felt cuffs going on around my ankles. When I tried to move it became clear that the ankle restraints were attached to the platform in some way such that I could move my feet forward and back by a couple of feet yet lifting them or bringing them together was impossible. I wasn’t simply bound like I’d been with Bradley, I was completely helpless in every way. Naked, bend over, and restrained by the pillory like some condemned witch in olden times I was at their mercy!

As Gimp and Muffin receded back toward their master Casey moved her chair to get a better look at my face. I’d been so caught up in everything else I’d forgotten she was even there. She asked, ‘How you doin, Bunny?’ and I told her that I was fine. Sure I was a bit freaked out but mostly I was eager to see what happened next.

Only now that I was completely bound and helpless did the master finally rise from his throne. With his submissives crawling like well heeled dogs at his sides he approached me with the most smug and superior look on his face. He walked straight up to me, so close his belly nearly touched my nose. Reaching to either side he hit some buttons that freed the board to slide up and down. Pulling me higher, forcing my feet to shuffle forward, he brings me to nearly standing then released the buttons to stick me in the new position.

Without a word he starts to feel up my breasts, grabbing them and groping them rough and hard while staring down into my eyes. I whimpered and squirmed but I took the groping like a good girl. He slipped his fingers into my mouth and opened it up wide, then leaned down to take a close look at my lips and mouth. I’d never been touched like this before, not even by Old Man Brown. And the way he looked at me made me feel so small and powerless and made him seem so mighty and powerful. Keeping still I didn’t put up a fuss. He nodded his approval then slowly walked around to where I couldn’t see him. Goodness! Over the next few minutes he gripped my inner thighs and pulled my tits and spread my legs and smacked and grabbed my ass and overall mauled your wife’s soft little body like I was a ball of pizza dough. I remained as still and silent as I could for him though he did make me squeak when he slid two fingers into my wet coochie. Twisting his fingers inside of me he said that I was tight and told Muffin that I was as tight as she used to be. She bowed and apologized for her ‘wrecked cunt’.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Casey watching me closely and I was so thankful for her. I was enjoying myself and incredibly aroused but I understood now the value of my chaperone as well as Tonia and James’ reluctance to enter this dungeon. These three were used to swimming in very deep and dark waters. For them we were still splashing around in the wading pool. For me the water was neck deep and threatening to rise.

As Bunny I endured his inspection of my body and I won’t deny that I enjoyed his rough treatment of me. Bunny enjoyed it quite a bit as a matter of fact, being treated like some object, though I couldn’t tell you why. He never once hurt me but my God the man knew exactly where the line between discomfort and pain was. At one point I heard him whisper that it was a shame that this Bunny was such a tender thing as he could work wonders on flesh as soft and responsive as mine. Muffin was only too happy to remind him that I was under my Daddy’s protection and that Daddy David was very large and stronger than him and Gimp put together. I thought for sure she was going to get the spanking of a lifetime, instead he grumbled his displeasure at her impudence but did not punish her again.

He finally came strolling back around to the front and announced, ‘Your slut body is acceptable.’ Not knowing how else to respond I thanked him. He liked that and his approval made me feel strangely proud. Pressing the buttons again he lowered me right down so that my face was staring right at his leather clad crotch. Stepping back he summoned Gimp and commanded me to ‘Suck this worthless piece of meat so he can loosen you up for me.’ Opening my mouth I accepted the masked man’s flaccid cock into it and started to suck him. Snapping his fingers he commanded Muffin to ‘Warm this slut up.’ She said, ‘Yes Master’ and I heard her scurry away.

It was strange giving head while bound like I was. I had zero control beyond a tiny bit of neck motion so all I could really do is suck and tongue him as he moved as he pleased. Both hands on my head he slowly and silently thrust in and out of my mouth while I got him hard. At the angle I was at I couldn’t see his face or even much of his body. It struck me again how I didn’t know anything about this man whose dick I was sucking. The one thing I did know is that he had a nice fat cock. It started thick and flaccid and ended thicker and rock hard. He really was about Bradley’s girth, a bit thinner maybe but probably an inch longer. About your length I’d say.

Had I not been bound to the platform I swear I would have leaped so high I hit the ceiling. Without any warning whatsoever Muffin had pressed something blunt, hard and plastic against my coochie then a second later hit me with CRAZY powerful vibration! It made Mr. Purple’s top vibe setting feel like a butterfly kiss by comparison. Even the deep powerful sound it made, BRRRRMMMM, it sounded closer to heavy machinery than a sex toy. Ha ha ha! This was some kinda industrial strength vibrator. And the feeling? OH MY GOD! It was a high voltage bolt of erotic electricity coursing from my clitoris straight up into the base of my brain!

Gimp pulled his penis out of my mouth to allow me to cry out. I have a vague recollection of Casey reminding me about the stop lights but that buzz, that intense almost painfully blissful buzz, had me a quivering idiot. It was so much that my body instinctively tried to pull away but oh no. Muffin, acting on her master’s orders, was having none of that. Centered squarely on my clit Muffin held the vibrator hard against me no matter how I twisted and squirmed, and bound to the platform as I little room wiggle room to begin with. All I could do is take the pussy melting vibes full force.

Stroking his dick Gimp faded away replaced by Master Xavier’s piercing stare. Staring into my eyes he studied me closely as the vibrator worked its magic. I told him that I was about to climax and he reminded me that I needed permission to do that. I asked him nicely if I could, and he said no! He said that I had to hold it in. Oh my God, David. I’d never had to try told back an orgasm before. I whined and pleaded with him as my lust filled body rebelled against my obedient mind. Still he denied me, grinning at my agony. And then, when I could take no more, he had Muffin pull the toy away all at once to leave me quaking on the very verge of release. After a moment for my body to cool down they started again, this time at a lower intensity. Again I was denied and again the toy was pulled away at the last second. After a break the started again, this time at a higher intensity. Oh Lord David, he had your boring little wifey begging like a starving dog. I was out of my mind with the need to climax. The last time I warned him a instant too late that I was about to orgasm and that second was all it took. Unable to hold it back I came, but ohhhh what torture it was as the vibrator was taken away after I’d barely begun my release. I fought the restraints, trying to find some way to touch my pussy so I could take myself through my orgasm but I was powerless against my bondage.

In the quiet of the dungeon I gasped and strained and pitifully bucked against stimulation that was no longer there. Though I could see nothing I could feel my pussy juice streamed down my legs and I knew that it dripped down onto the platform between my spread legs. I must have been quite a sight. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that unsatisfied ache of an orgasm begun but not taken to fruition.

You’ll have to excuse me as the old memory starts to get foggy around this point.

Master Xavier was disappointed in me for climaxing without permission. He said that he expected better from a slut like me. I tried to plead my case but he was hearing none of it. He asked me, ‘So you like orgasms, hm?’ and I told him that I did. He smiled and said, ‘Very well, slut. Cum as you wish.’ then with a nod of his head Gimp pushed his cock into my dripping pussy! As wet and excited as I was his thickness slipped into me as easy a knife through warm butt. It felt SOOOOO good! And then, as if that wasn’t enough, Muffin pressed the vibrator back onto my poor little clitty!

Held in inescapable bondage I was fucked into oblivion. I yowled, I wailed, I pleaded, I grunted like a beast, and I lost myself so completely at one point that I just let my mouth hang open and drooled. I can’t even say how many times I orgasmed. I just…I can’t. It all became a blur. My dad once told me when he was kid he was caught having a cigarette and was forced to smoke so many that he felt ill as a lesson to stay away from them. Well, in a similar vein that is what Master Xavier did with me. Gimp’s stamina was super human. No flair or style, but endurance second to none. He just fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked all while the vibes relentlessly destroyed my clit. I later learned that Gimp literally could not cum until permission was given to him. Isn’t that wild! A man that only cums when you want him to? I’m thinking a lot of ladies would give their right tit to have a man like that. Ha ha ha! If you wanted to be cucked baby, well, Gimp certainly did that! Sure he had some mechanical aid, but DAMN! Long story short, where once I was begging the master to let me climax I was at this point begging for him to let me stop. I thought about a safe word, but brave little Bunny was determined to hold out until the end.

When at last Master Xavier mercifully brought it to an end he stood over me as I trembled, laughed and asked me if I was going to cum without permission again. With a whimper I told him that I learned my lesson and that I would obey him. He patted my head and called me a good Bunny. After all that a kind word from this man who held all of the power here felt like a reward better than diamonds. I felt like I’d really done something to be proud of. I know it was all fantasy but that moment of mercy and praise coming from this controlling master just hit different after going through such a pleasure filled yet challenging ordeal. It touched something deep inside of me.

My legs had long since gone, I’d only been held up by Gimp holding my waist as he pounded my pussy, so he continued to support me until I could get my shaky legs under me again. Muffin came crawling around to look up at me with a big excited smile saying things like ‘Isn’t Master wonderful?’ and stuff like that. I agreed with her. He hadn’t touched me through that sex fest yet everybody in the room knew that it was him who deserved the credit. Gimp then came around to stand next to his master, his hard, tireless, latex sheathed manhood dripping with my juices. Master commanded that I be released. As Muffin and Gimp removed me from my bondage he began to get undressed. He said that I was ready for him now, unless I couldn’t go on. Though I was tired and my pussy numbed by the nonstop pleasure it had endured but I told him that I would be honored to be taken by him.

I confess that I was surprised when he removed his leather pants to reveal his erection. Somehow I just assumed it would be large. Bigger than his gimp at the very least. But he was an average six inches with an average girth, a near match to yours just ramrod straight and a lovely tan color. The surprise only lasted a moment however as such minor details were swept aside by his dungeon filling aura. He wasn’t as big as Gimp, certainly not as thick, but it was his awesome presence that made his cock superior in every way.

‘Look at the mess you made.’, he said to me, pointing back at the platform. Looking back I saw a big puddle of my juices glimmering on the wood. It was so much! I apologized to Master for making a mess. He told me that he’d let me off since it was my first time then ordered Muffin to clean my puddle.

Gimp and Muffin pulled the equipment away leaving me alone Master Xavier. I stared up at him in awe as he loomed over me. He commanded me to put my arms behind my back and I obeyed without question. Though he didn’t actually bind my wrists he might as well have. I was completely under his spell. He commanded that I open my ‘fuck hole’. Again I obeyed, opening my mouth wide. He slid his cock through my lips, grabbed my head, and began to fuck my mouth and throat. David! I cannot tell you how proud I was in that moment when Master realized that Bunny could deep throat him right to the base. He he he! Going balls deep he told Muffin that she could learn a thing or two from ‘this little cock slut’. It felt great giving him a blowjob. I felt like I was doing something really good in pleasuring the Master. I would have stayed like that for a long time but it only lasted a few minutes before we were on the move.

He took me to a padded bench where he laid me out and bound my arms, neck and legs like I was frog on its back. Then he fucked me. It was such a surreal experience. After Gimp’s fat dick and the relentless vibrator his penis felt good, but not like it normally would. I could tell that I was looser than normal though I tried my best to grip down on him to make myself tighter. As he had sex with me he stared down into my eyes, into my very soul! He was fucking me with his dark eyes and dominant will as much as was with his hard cock. It hit me then that he didn’t give a damn whether I would get off on this or not, it was ALL about HIS pleasure. I was simply the vessel for it.

It was so arousing in the weirdest way. His lovemaking wasn’t particularly hard or long lasting or really notable in anyway beyond the bondage, yet I was captivated. After a few minutes when I could sense that his passion was rising I asked him if I could cum for him. He told me to wait, so I did. And then just as he reached his climax he commanded me to orgasm, so I did. No joke David, he made me cum with his mind! It was…indescribable.

Once he was done he pulled out, pulled off the rubber and let it fall to the ground, then stretched and wandered back to his throne. He told the others offhandedly to ‘Get what you want from her if she’s still willing.’ Bunny was pooped but willing for one last hoorah.

As a trio us three submissive went and put on a show for the Master. Everything was still about him and his approval. As he watched Muffin and I 69’ed each other while Gimp had my ass then we switched around so Gimp was fucking Muffin while I rode her face. Then we finished with Muffin and I on our knees laughing and giggling while Gimp blasted our faces with his hot seed, with his Master’s permission of course.

And then everyone sort of looked at each other…and Master told us the scene was over. Just like that he sat back and let out that good old Javi laugh and the rest all joined him. Casey cheered as Gimp, Maria and I gave each other a final celebratory hug. Though we were naked, sweaty, and messy with juices and semen suddenly we were all ourselves again! Ha ha ha! WEIRD! The gear shift out of the fantasy left me in a daze.

They were all SO NICE to me after that. They praised me and told me how amazing I was and how beautiful I was then, after we all cleaned up, we retired upstairs where I was wrapped up in a big fuzzy blanket and given hot chocolate with marshmallows and showed so much care and kindness. You know how soft I get after sex, well after that I was desperately needed all of that TLC. They weren’t my Papa Bear but they gave me what I needed. After all we’d been through it was so odd seeing Maria back to her strong sassy self and Javi back to his laid back norm. While everybody was back to how I knew them there was this undercurrent between us now that would always remain. With Javi in particular, I don’t think I will ever look at him the same way again knowing that Master Xavier is lurking somewhere behind that kindly smile.

Even Gimp, while the mask remained, kicked back and reverted to the man he was in the outside world. I found out his real name is Chris but beyond that he remained a mystery. He said that he preferred that only his Master know his true identity. So weird to think about though, huh? There’s some nerdy cubical guy named Chris out there who cuckolded you. We could bump into him someday and we’d never know, though he would. Ha ha ha! Craaazy!

We chatted awhile about what happened and they asked me if I enjoyed myself and what I would have changed if I could go back. Then they regaled me with tales of some of the trio’s other adventures in kink. I discover that my previous instinct was correct in that what we’d done that night was tame compared to the places they could go. And I was glad for it! What we’d done was MORE than enough for this happily married woman. They said that they didn’t do the BDSM stuff all that often, the more relaxed gatherings with Tonia and James’ being far more common, but that it was a much needed escape for them when they could. They were really happy I’d gotten to share it with them, and so was I.

My mind buzzing, my body humming, my pussy still tingling, I left their house floating on a cloud. Casey took me out for a bite to eat. She was still acting as my chaperone. She asked if I needed somebody to stay with me, I said that I didn’t, and she said that if I experienced a sudden drop in mood that it was normal and that I should call her no matter how late. I was fine though, I just wanted my bed! Ha ha ha!

As I look back on it all I am left with so many conflicting emotions. I enjoyed myself, oh my GOD did I enjoy myself, yet…it was a lot. I can feel it weighing on me even as it lifts me. The dungeon, the rigid power dynamics, the fantasy, the losing myself, the Master, the slutty freedom as Bunny, the bondage, the slavish service, just everything…it’s a lot to process. I think it’s going to take me weeks to really work through my emotions about last night. I am so glad I got to experience that but honestly, I am not sure I will want to do it again. At least, not without Bunny’s Daddy there to keep her grounded and reminding her of her place. I am SO glad this month is almost over, baby. I need to be yours again before I lose myself for real.

So, body count: 4-12 for hot wifey. I’m up by three times. And not just by quantity, but quality and variety. I bet you never experienced anything like THAT before! Ha ha ha!

Whew! What a novel that turned out to be. I sure hope you are enjoying these because my writing hand is as sore as my cunny after Maximillian! Ha ha ha!

Your Daddy lovin Bunny,

Sarah

Nov. 30th, Morning