My hands were bound behind my back. Silky rope crisscrossed my back and chest, wrapping around my full breast to hold them up and out for display. My legs were forced apart so that anyone could have their way with me.

My captors played with my silver stuff, my body piercing. They seemed pleased that all my naughty bits were already adorned for them. I felt small pads being placed around my nipples and on my soft edges. A hood was placed over my head so could not see nor clearly hear what was going on. Then the music began. And as it did I felt electricity flow through my body from the little pads they had placed on me. The tingling sensations threatened to drive me to orgasm, but they kept it low enough that I could not cum from that alone.

A zipper on my hood was undone and I felt the slick tip of a length touch my lips.

It pressed until it gained entrance.

I began to suck, to toy, to savor the taste of this strange man. Then I felt a hand slap my soft place.

The pain was such a shock that I stopped worshipping the thingy in my mouth to cry out. The hand continued to beat my soft place, and the more I struggled the more it beat me.

The thingy was forced back into my mouth and the owner began to play my mouth unmercifully. I struggled for air as my mouth was used as a cunt. The beating began to excite me, the feeling of giving in, losing control, threatening to drive me insane. The electricity continued to flow through my body as I felt a finger enter my pristine sensitive place. Slick with lube, it worked its way in and out and my soft place was being beaten. The manhood in my mouth exploded, and filled me with warm salty cum, only to be replaced by another long hard manhood. The sensations were too much. Everything was happening everywhere, and I could do nothing to stop it. The finger in my soft place was replaced by another manhood.

How many men where there? If only I could see what was happening around me. The sound of the music obscured any clues I may have had about the number of people there. The manhood in my soft place began to work its way deeper. I felt more lube being poured on me until I was filled to the hilt by this strangers throbbing length.

He proceeded to use my soft place as another man used my mouth, never stopping until they reached their release. And once they left their seed inside me they were replaced by other willing waiting lengths.

Then I finally felt fingers on my teasing wet neglected softness.

Please, I begged in my mind, please play my private part like you are playing my soft place and mouth. I felt the electric pads around my softness be removed and a vibrator took their place.

Ecstasy! Release! I have never orgasmed so hard in my life. I could feel my softness convulse, my body shake, as tremor overtook my body. Yet those hard lengths never stopped plugging in and out of my soft place and mouth. I felt so used, yet so filled, so complete. I was here, a sex toy, to be used as they will. Hands caressed my body, spanked my soft place and tits. My nipples were pulled and sucked and toyed until they were hard pebbles perched on the peaks of my large breasts. Then I heard the voice again. Very good it said, inches from my face. I felt joy and pride sweep through me. I have never met this man, this voice, yet I was overjoyed at the thought of pleasing him. I felt his strong hands cup my fiery soft place and his long, amazingly thick length spread my teasing softness wide open. Slowly he entered me, stretching me to capacity. I came in is hands just from his entry. Then he began to slowly retreat. I whimpered, feeling the emptiness he left behind. Then he thrust into me deep and hard, hitting my cervix. Oh the joy. Over and over the rammed his length into me. He began fingering my personal place until I could feel myself convulse with orgasm over and over. I came so many time I felt as I would pass out.

Then I began to fell his thingy pulse inside me as he shot his load deep and far within me. Then he was gone. Gentle hands began to untie me and guide me away. I was taken away, and cleaned just as thoroughly as when I first arrived. But no more voices. No sweet soprano, no deep baritone, nothing. I was cleaned and dried and carried away.

They sat me on a seat and removed my hood and blindfold.

By the time my eyes adjusted to the dim candlelight I realized I was once again alone, on the chair where I began. At my side was my clothing, clean and neatly folded. In the dim candlelight I hurriedly dressed and rushed for the door.

As I made it outside it was no longer daylight, hours had passed since I first used the key. I got in my car and rove home, exhausted, shaken, fulfilled, satisfied.

I made it home and crawled into my lonely bed only to fall asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

I awoke the next morning refreshed and alive. Surely what happened had to have been a dream. I went through my day, sure that it was a figment of my imagination.

Until I got to work and found a key. A simple key. Silver, plain, with a key ring attached.

The key had a note, that simply said Thank you.