The Caged Beast

This is a cautionary tale! It seems I had been living in a self centered bubble. I was having experiences and living out my fantasies, and for some odd reason forgetting the other individual involved. I don’t mean I was stuck up or only cared for myself. What I’m trying to get at is that I was assuming a lot about the other person, and assuming that I had far more control than I did. I was unaware that coaxing the beast out of it’s cage and then expecting it to obey you was the dumbest oversight ever. Let me tell the story.

I was in another city for 4 days for work related stuff and staying at a hotel downtown. I have an ad on a kinky personals site I frequent. There’s a link on my blog if anyone is interested. I get a lot of emails from it but am not interested in dating, and most of the emails responses I get seem to be from guys looking for a date. I find this weird because that’s not what the site is about. It’s an alternative dating site!

I started getting messages from a man named Ray last summer asking if I were ever in town to let him know. I deleted a number of them because he was a strange guy. I wasn’t even in his city at the time. Most of his messages were nothing of a sexual nature anyway, which I found odd because that’s what the site is for, alt hookups. One night I was bored and answered his email telling him I was in town for a few days for work. Most of his emails were just general info and him asking if we could chat. There was really nothing about him that interested me except that I was bored, in town, and all the other emails were coming from guys who talked about their dick size and how great they were. I was in his city so I figured we could have a coffee or a drink, he could get me all hot and bothered with his pervy looks and talk and I’d have a nice orgasm back at the hotel by myself imagining what he’d do to me if given the chance. I had absolutely no intention of it going any further.

I asked what exactly he was looking for. He wrote me back describing himself as a 51,married, had a wife who didn’t like sex anymore, and nothing to look at. He had no pic so I took his word for it. He said he was a realtor in the city, and pretty low key socially. We messaged back and forth a few times and he kept saying he was thrilled that I had contacted him when I was in town.

I was about to call it a night and sign off and say “screw it” to the whole thing because of the lackluster chat we were having when he sent a response that got my juices flowing. I can’t remember it exactly now but it was something along the lines of …..the things he would do to my body if he had me alone. I was intrigued!

“Pray tell?” I asked.

Then he went on to tell me that he would take me somewhere no one would hear my screams and violate me in the most extreme and erotic ways…..of course he added….in a controlled and safe environment.  He wrote me a big long list of some of the things he fantasized about doing to me and some were …..yeah….pretty extreme. Then he added that he’d never done any of these things and they were only fantasies, and that if he said this stuff to his wife she would kill him. He started to apologize after just pouring his guts and kinky desires out to me. I explained that I wasn’t as repressed as most people and that I was on my own journey and told him some of the stuff I’ve done and had done to me.

I’m pretty much through the guilt phase of my sexual journey. Some pretty strange experiences and circumstances have given me earth shattering orgasms. I’m sure there are people who would wonder what the hell is wrong with me I explained to him, but it is my life and my body and I’m discreet. So who cares.

He asked if I would call him if he gave me his number. I said I’d call right then if he gave me his number. So he did, and I called him. It was about 10:30pm.  I was getting horny from our little exchange! The blood was flowing to all the right places.

He was very soft spoken when he answered the phone and I was surprised because that’s exactly how I imagined he’d sound. He was not shy however. He immediately started talking about my profile and my nude pics and asking if that was really me. My nude profile pics don’t have my face in them for obvious reasons. He marveled at my nipples and how big they get and said he could tell how horny I was by how big and hard they looked in my pics. Then we talked about my nipples for 20 minutes, their sensitivity, what I like, what he’d do to them….yada yada. It seems many men have a nipple fetish, not that I’m complaining. Mine have always served me well. As I’ve stated before….once a man gets to them….I’m done!

We talked for about an hour, it would have been longer but I really had to be up early and do some work, and meetings, and a masturbation session in the shower because my body was aching and needed a release by the time we were done talking.

We came up with a plan in that time. I was leaving Sunday night. Sunday afternoon was the only free time where I had the whole afternoon. He couldn’t meet me the next day, not even for a coffee, because he was busy with his son coming to visit he and his wife. He would pick me up the next day, Sunday, at 1:00 pm down the street in front of the mall. He’d seen my profile face pic so he knew what I looked like. I’d wait out front for him and he’d pull up in a blue Toyota Sequoia. He had an empty older home listed on the other side of the city that had been for sale for 2 years and the owners lived out of the country so it would be very private he said. This was all a big leap for me but there just wasn’t time to do it any other way. Usually I would meet the person first and get the lay of the land. In this case there was a window of time and that was it.

The reason I did it is because Ray had a fantasy that lined up with one of my own and I’d kind of stumbled onto the whole thing and didn’t know when this opportunity would present itself again. I really wanted this. Ray was a classic pervert and had a huge collection of toys and accessories at this house, it was a fetish of his to buy them and fantasize about using them. Now he finally had someone so he was pretty excited and so was I.

He said he had a bondage love swing he wanted me naked in, then…..in his words….”he’d go to town on my body and see how many orgasms he could get out of me!” I’ve fantasized about being tied up and helpless, at the whim of some dirty old man, doing whatever he wanted!

The agreement though was that it would all be within reason of course. The rules were simple. The restraints were Velcro, and he was to respect me at all times and I would cum for him, but …..it was a fantasy.

I can’t even describe how excited I was. After we got off the phone I came three times in the shower thinking of what was to come on Sunday afternoon. This was a whole new level for me, this was really pushing it. I needed some safety measures though, I’m not stupid. We agreed that when he came to pick me up I would send a pic of his drivers license to a friend in my contacts. I would send a text and tell them I was going for a drink with someone I didn’t know. In the event I disappeared. Just being safe!

The next day at work it was all I could think about. The day dragged on forever and ever it seemed. One guy in the last meeting would not shut up. He kept bringing up point after point to the others until I thought I was going to scream. I had to get back to my hotel room and be alone with my toy and a bath. I even skipped a dinner invite from a couple of people at the last meeting. I said I wasn’t feeling well and would be asleep early. I rushed back to my hotel and was pulling my blouse and skirt off as soon as I walked in the door. I’d wore a padded bra to work that day because I knew my high beams would be on all day. That bra was hot and uncomfortable. I had to bring the worst one for discomfort on that trip. Most days I do wear a padded bra for obvious reasons. Otherwise my pokies are getting stared at all day.

After three orgasms and some pizza and wine, I fell asleep pretty early. I slept till 9:00 the next morning and then after coffee and my paper I started getting ready. Ray had asked if I’d be completely shaved down there, so I went to work, did my legs, had a nice long bubble bath and now it was 12:15pm so I started getting dressed. He also asked that I not wear any underwear. My body was so excited. The butterflies were flying around my stomach and I was so nervous I let out a little scream and jumped when my phone went off. No time, I let it go to message and got out the dress I was wearing. I had only brought clothes for 4 days. My other clothes were work skirts and blouses and two pairs of heels. The only dress I had was meant to have underwear under it. It was a blue summer dress and though you couldn’t see right through it you could make out a very faint outline of everything in the light, and it was a thin material. I almost put underwear on but figured I only had a block to walk and no one knew me here anyway.

I grabbed my purse and phone and headed to the elevator. When I got downstairs and left the lobby the heat hit me and a small breeze was blowing up my dress. I started walking and of course everything jiggled. Guys…..underwear also holds everything in place! Even if you’re fit everything jiggles when you walk if you’re a girl and not wearing anything underneath. Ladies have more jiggly parts. I got some stares from both men and women and a smile or two. I was self conscious and a little embarrassed. Everything felt like it was hanging out and that I was walking down the street naked, because the material was so thin.  I walked the block to the mall and then waited out front.

At exactly 1:05pm Rays Toyota pulled up and I walked over and leaned to get a look in the window and say hi. He looked different than I imagined. He was smiling and said hop in. I said “..ahem, not so fast mister license please!” I smiled. He was apologetic and dug it out of his wallet and I snapped a pic and sent it with a text to my friend Cheryl with my brief explanation.

Ray was average height, with just a ring of white hair on his bald head, pot belly, dressed in a short sleeve shirt and  jeans and runners. I was so nervous, I kept stuttering my words, while we were talking on the ride to the house. The butterflies felt like they were going to come out of my mouth! On the ride there we started with small talk but that didn’t last. He told me how great I looked and he couldn’t believe this was happening and all I was thinking was I would soon be naked with this strange man pawing at me and imagining what would happen, my head and heart were racing as the hot wind blew my hair around through the window.

Then I got a text back from my friend Cheryl asking “WTF?” I said he was a guy in the hotel and I was bored and just being friendly, we were going for a drink, that’s it. “OK!” she responded. “Have fun!”

He then asked if I’d pop a boob out for him on the way. I said ok and it wasn’t hard with them almost falling out anyway in that thin dress. I pulled the front down and let them spill out ,he whistled. The guy in the car driving beside us saw and gave me a thumbs up and I smiled and waved. I hope I made his day:) My nipples were rock hard. He said he could tell by my swollen nipples what I needed and he was going to give it to me good when we got home…..meaning the house. He was right into it. I was a bad girl with needs that he knew how to take care of. I was soaked and worried about his car seat. He never tried to grope or touch me though. He just talked about what I needed and I was going to get it good.

I was dizzy when we pulled up to the house on a quiet street with lots of trees lining it. There was a lot of shade. The house was old but well kept and well shaded. As we walked up the sidewalk I almost tripped. The heels I was wearing weren’t helping. I think it was adrenalin. I was very shaky. We got to the front door and he unlocked it and waved me in. The air was still. It was empty. No one had lived here for some time. All I saw was the empty carpeted living room to the right, a flight of stairs going up to the left and the hardwood hallway in front of me. He closed the door and said everything was in the basement. Ray told me it was really quiet and secluded down there. “No one will hear your screams…….of pleasure” he said with a wink and a smile.

I don’t even know how to describe the feeling of all this. I was so shaky and felt like I was in a dream state. He thought it was discomfort at first and apologized for being so forward and hoping I wasn’t having second thoughts. I told him no, and how I was feeling and so he left for a minute and went to a cupboard in the kitchen and got some wine and a joint.

“I stole this from my wife” he snickered

“She has a medical marijuana prescription!”

He told me what for but I wasn’t even listening at that point. Just a little overwhelmed at all the physical excitement I was experiencing at that moment. We went down the hall and down the stairs to a carpeted basement. It was finished and looked nice, but it was empty like the upstairs. I was led through another sitting room to a back bedroom with a tiny window with the screen open. Hanging from the ceiling was a bondage love swing with Velcro restraints. I’d never been in one but I had seen them online. He closed the screen and the curtain and put the air conditioner on and closed the door. It was a small room with cream colored carpet.

“Sit down!” he said.

I kicked my heals off and sat down on the floor leaning against the wall. He poured the wine and we drank and talked like normal people do, about his kid, wife, etc. By our conversation you would never have known what was about to happen or why we were there. He lit the joint and we smoked and talked some more and I was getting a really good buzz. Pot tends to make me really uninhibited too. It was certainly doing that to him.

He knew me as Lonni and that’s what he called me. He never asked if it was my real name or not.

He motioned to the swing and told me that’s where I was going. My body shuddered….in a good way as I looked at the swing. He got up and went somewhere in the house upstairs and when he returned he had a small suitcase with him. He closed the door and laid it on the floor and opened it. My god, the stuff in there. Every size of dildo, vibrator, nipple clamps, cock rings….you name it.

Now, I was not here to get fucked. There was going to be no fucking. He hated condoms and I wasn’t on the pill and didn’t know where his dick had been. I was supposed to be restrained in the swing while he used his toys on me. He could jerk off and cum on me though. Not the face, only my breasts or tummy. That was the agreement!

He pulled out a bra and panties and told me to put them on. It was a black no-cup under wire bra and black crotchless panties. I was really buzzing now and ready for what was to come. I took them and pulled my dress over my head while he watched and finished the joint. I’m not really shy about my body. Being buzzed does help though when getting naked in front of a strange man!

“Oh those nipples!” he said.

“Remember to be nice!” I said back.

“I’ll be a perfect gentleman!” he responded.

I put the panties on first. They certainly didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Ray said I had a “Peach!” He really liked the bare look. Never heard that one before. The bra was tougher, he had to help me with that. I turned around in all my glory with my high beams pointed at him.

“I’m so fucking hard right now Lonni!” he said. His breathing was heavy.

He didn’t touch me yet though. He asked me to put my heals back on then helped me get into the swing. It took a minute but wow. Talk about being bare and vulnerable. The position I was in once he did up the restraints wasn’t uncomfortable at all like I thought it would be. I do yoga and am in good shape and very flexible and that’s what this one was made for. I was leaned back only slightly and supported and my ankles were each restrained to either side of my shoulders while my arms were above my head with wrists tied together and fastened snug. If I pulled really hard I could get out though Ray said. I tested it. It took a really hard couple of tugs but it worked so that was fine. He restrained them again.

That was an interesting position and he had access to all of me. I can’t say I’ve ever had my womanhood and behind wide open like that for a man. I was so turned on I thought I’d cum as soon as he touched me.

It was at that point that Ray asked me to bear with him. He said he had to cum so bad and wanted me to see. He practically ripped his shirt off and pants. He was naked and holding his hard cock and looking at me as I watched him jerk off.

“I want you to see this he hissed!” He was breathing heavy and thrusting into his hand as he looked at me. I was so turned on hanging there tied and open for him and told him to cum for me.

“I have a lot for you where this is coming from!” He said.

He kept saying my name and pumping his hips faster and faster, breathing hard.

Though his cock was average length, it was thick and hard and did have a very big defined head, and he had big balls that were ready to explode.

I had an incredible buzz going now and had no inhibitions at all. I started moving my hips to his rhythm and begged him to cum on me.

“No, I don’t want to mess you up yet!” He said.

He just stared at me with a focused gaze and pumped away. He began to tremble and groan loudly on the brink of cumming. It didn’t take him long to get there!

His sperm started as a big leak and then began spurting on the carpet as he gasped my name!

“Lonni, this is for you, take it, take all of it!” he cried out as he came onto the carpet.

Watching a man shudder and cum is something I love. Especially if he’s doing it because of me. I counted 8 big spurts out of him. He was a big cummer and very vocal. I love that in a man!

When his orgasm subsided he slid down the wall and sat there naked for a minute catching his breath.

“You don’t know how happy you’ve made me!” he said.

He looked at me as he caught his breath and told me he needed that release so he could focus on me. He reached in the suitcase and took out an apparatus with suction cups for nipples. It had a pump on it. Then he pulled out a double donged dildo and some lube and a rubber glove. As he was putting the glove on he smiled and told me I needed to be warmed up first. He’d done this before. I wasn’t the first I realized. By the time I realized it he was putting the suction cups on my nipples. The breath went out of me as soon as they touched my breasts.

“I can make them bigger and even more sensitive!” he said with a smile as he worked on my nipples. His cock was rising again.

I cried out as the suction cups took my nipples in them while he pumped away. They swelled and strained and got huge with all that suction. They were on fire and hurt, it was pleasure and pain. I was whimpering away as he pumped them up. I’d had them bit, pinched, pulled, twisted, and never felt this before. They were stretched and engorged to the max.

Ray was all business now. He put some lube on his glove and then shoved his fingers into both my holes at once. I came instantly, shuddering and gasping for air like I do when I cum hard. My body had been waiting for this release. That was my most intense up to that point. I was very wet so his fingers went in quick both holes. The feeling was incredible and I just jerked around on that swing crying and gasping for breath while he vigorously fucked me with his hand smiling and telling me daddy was giving his girl what she needed. In the middle of my orgasm he tilted his fingers upward and rubbed my g-spot hard while his thumb worked my clit. It was like an orgasm within an orgasm and I had no way to process it, I knew I was going to pass out. I couldn’t breath and the last thing I remember is a stream of fluid squirting out of me as he smiled. It felt like I was peeing but different in a good way. It’s happened before, maybe that’s what a man feels when he ejaculates.

I came back to consciousness with tears running down my face and big mild waves of pleasure running through my body. Ray was smiling and stroking my hair! I was still twitching and having what I call micro orgasms as everything subsided and I sobbed catching my breath.

“Daddies gonna be cumming for you again pretty soon” He said as pointed to his hard dick smiling.

“My girl had a real good one!” “Good girl!” “I’ll give you more!” “Don’t you worry!” he said.

I was so weak and exhausted and couldn’t even talk at that point. It all happened so quick. That first orgasm was fast and very intense. He was having a great time.  He said it was beautiful watching me cum for him.

“You need to be stretched!” Ray told me as he went back to the suitcase.

“That one isn’t big enough!” he said as pointed to the other double headed dildo. He pulled out a big thick hard plastic black dildo and told me he knew I could take it. I’d told him about my fisting experience which he really enjoyed. I told him to be careful, and that my nipples were numb. He released the button on the pump and I gasped as the suction cups fell of. I could feel the cool air on them and he told me they’d be even more sensitive shortly. I’ve never seen them that big. I knew they were going to be sore tomorrow.

Ray knelt beside me and put the head of the dildo at my slick opening. He gently rotated it back and forth and pushed. It was sinking into me slowly as I watched. My body gave way and it went deeper. I could feel the stretching mostly on my outer lips. Inside I felt full as he went deeper and my insides gave way to it. He whispered in my ear that this is what I needed. He’d definitely done this before. He knew exactly what he was doing. He put some lube on his bare fingers and I protested no, this was enough. He did it anyway and stuck his two fingers in my ass.

“You’re going to be ready for that threesome you told me you eventually want to have!” he said.

“Imagine two big cocks pumping in and out of your beautiful body!” He went on in my ear.

The dildo was now halfway in me. It couldn’t go any further, he was at my womb. He leaned over and sucked and licked my clit for awhile and I came again shuddering and twitching. The contractions were strong but that big thing in me was making it hard to contract. It wasn’t hurting, I was just really full. He took it out slowly and I continued with a long orgasm dripping on the carpet below me. It was intense and not really like a clitoral orgasm. My whole body was having it, and my insides. My insides contracted again and again.

I was exhausted and just hung there limp for awhile. Ray went and sat on the floor in front of me smiling and telling me what a good girl I’d been. I told him I thought I was going to be done soon, I was exhausted. We’d been at it less than an hour now and I was beat.  He told me we weren’t done yet. He pointed at his hard cock and said he needed another release.

“Ok, cum on my tits then!”

“Oh no, I’ll be cumming inside you!” he said.

I told him that wasn’t the agreement and he could jerk off. He insisted. I said no again. I couldn’t do anything though. I was too weak to get my hands free let alone stand up. I told him to cum on my face if he wanted but he told me he’d be cumming inside me. I couldn’t do anything. Orgasms take a lot out of me and I hadn’t factored that in with those restraints. They were VELCRO but I had no strength left.  I’d gotten myself into a situation. I told him to get a condom then. He said he didn’t use condoms, he wanted to feel me, and for me to feel him inside of me. I was trying to be mad now but it was hard, I was so weak and exhausted. I told him again to cum on my face if he wanted but not in me. I wasn’t on the pill.

He got up and came toward me. What the fuck was I going to do? There I was helpless and restrained.

“Ray…. please!” I begged.

He didn’t care though. I tried to break free but couldn’t. He started rubbing the head of his cock in my slit and on my clit. I begged him again to stop but he wouldn’t. He reached for my nipples and began to pinch them gently as he moved his hips slowly, sliding his hard cock up and down across my slit. He was smiling and began squeezing his precum out onto my clit. I was all out of energy.

He did what he wanted. My nipples were incredibly sensitive as he had said they would be after their earlier pumping. He leaned down and sucked them hard into his mouth, one, then the other, taking turns on them and I knew I’d cum again, I’m like that, I couldn’t just shut my body off. He slid into me and began fucking me slowly. I begged him not to get me pregnant. He kept saying he knew what I needed and it was coming. He fucked me faster and faster telling me to cum on his cock. He said he knew I’d cum again and I did, to his delight as he pounded away. He held me close as my orgasm twitched through my body and I gasped to catch my breath in between screams. He held me tight and then pumped faster and harder. He kept hissing my name in my ear and telling me to take it all from him while he pumped me like a rag doll. He came seconds later groaning and ejaculating inside me. He twitched with each contraction, moaning my name, and telling me how beautiful I was. He hung onto me shaking as his breathing subsided and he settled down and whispered he had more for me yet.

He pulled out and I could feel his warm cum dripping out and down my ass onto the carpet, mixing with mine. He sat against the far wall breathing heavy, his naked pot bellied body shining with sweat. I was so exhausted I can’t even describe it. I was fucking tired.

I just hung there in the swing while he rested and said we were going to try something different in a minute. He went upstairs and left me there. He came back down with a bottle of water and gave me a drink and took a drink himself. He put the bottle down and reached above me. I thought he was undoing my restraints. He wasn’t, he was adjusting the swing. He lowered it almost to the floor and then lay underneath it. It had a spring up top so he could easily move me up and down on his dick while he lay there. He began slowly moving me back and forth on his limp cock until he got hard again. He pulled me down onto his cock. He could easily move me up and down on his cock now.

“You’re really going to enjoy this!” He said smiling as he lay there slowly bobbing me up and down on him.

“This time it will take awhile, but I do have another load for you my girl. Be patient!” He smile.

For a good hour he used me like that. He could easily move my body up and down, side to side and all around on his cock with little effort. It was like I wasn’t even there. He’d rub his hands up my sides, across my tummy, making his way to my breasts and twist my nipples hard, pulling and stretching them like they were elastics. He was having a great time. They were numb by this point. I was completely immobile on my own and at his mercy. This guy was a bonafide creep if ever there was one. I had a small orgasm. It was all my body could muster and I don’t think he was even aware of it or cared at that point. I was beyond tired.

There was nothing I could do and I had given up protesting. Let him do his thing and peter himself out. He lay there, eyes closed, grunting and groaning as he moved me around on his cock!

Finally I could tell he was getting close. He pulled me down hard onto him, grinding himself deep into me and came groaning and crying out my name and telling me to take it all. He writhed around for a bit emptying his balls into me again and then finally was still. He lay there splayed out resting still in me. I felt him going limp and prayed I wouldn’t get something, or get pregnant from this little experience. He lay there for a good five minutes resting and smiling, looking at me. I closed my eyes, exhausted and waited to see what was next. I had a plane to catch that evening. It had to be 4:00pm by now.

He slid out from under me and got to his knees. His cum dripped out of me again and onto the big wet spot on the carpet underneath me. He undid the Velcro and helped me to the bathroom where I cleaned up. He helped me get my dress back on and then helped me to the car. By the time I got to the mall I had my legs back. We never spoke once on the drive back. I got out and headed back the hotel and had a long bath and left that night.

I got tested and didn’t end up getting pregnant. I learned a valuable lesson though. If you’re going to coax the animal out of the cage don’t think you can control it. That last part was his real fantasy all along. I’d been using people for my fantasy and now someone used me. I wasn’t really mad, worried yeah, I don’t need a baby in my life right now. Some day, but not today.

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