Submissive | Gang-Bang | Sex Toys | My Sex Life Diary
A Group of Men Tied Me Down and Took Bets on How Many Orgasms I’d Get, Using Only Sex Toys on Me!
I was on display at a private party with men who used sex toys on my naked young body. Teams could earn the right to gang-bang me, while one guy would win me for the night. [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
Two men were holding my legs at the ankle. They had temporarily untied my feet to slide panties over my otherwise naked body. It was the first piece of clothing my young woman’s body had worn in hours of being displayed at a private men-only party. My hands were tied to posts planted in the grass by the pool.
Three sets of male hands were manhandling me in the most degrading way, and it was getting me wet.
Inside the panties, there was a dildo they unceremoniously pushed inside my vagina and a fairly large vibrating egg pressed against my clit. While two guys held my ankles with a very hard grip (there were marks on my ankles the next day), a third team member played with buttons on a remote control, activating a variety of vibrating modes for the egg and the dildo.
There were cheers all around me. It is not just that my shaved pussy, young tits, tight ass, wet mouth, and firm belly were on display for male enjoyment; I was also a guinea pig for them to test what seemed like an endless supply of sex toys.
At the beginning of the afternoon, a guy stripped me naked by tearing my sundress apart as soon as I arrived, pushed me down on the grass, and got help from his buddies to tie my legs and arms to posts similar to what is used to secure tents, making me look like a sea star lost on land. They put a cushion under my buttocks to make the holes of my ass and pussy more readily visible and accessible.
Shortly after, they organized teams of three. There were seven teams, plus my friend Madison and her husband, Darnell, as hosts of the sex party for which I was the appetizer, the main course, the entertainer, and a nude art object on display. They took bets on how many orgasms, in total, my body would experience before dinner. That was an individual bet, and the winner was to get me for the night.
There was also a team challenge. Each team had to make me come at least three times before dinner. If they succeeded, they would get to gang-bang me in any way they wanted in the evening.
I shivered as Madison explained the rules while standing next to my naked body tied to the ground. What if all seven teams succeeded? I had three holes to spread the workload, but still! That would be a lot of penises penetrating me.
“Wait!” I thought to myself at that point in time. “Remember the 71 men penetrating you at the Fuck The Easter Bunny event? Shut up, bitch! You were given holes for men to fill them.”
Yes, that’s the role that gets me the most excited when having sex. No, I am not submissive in my professional life.
The male guests requested that Madison be the judge of what would be counted as an orgasm. There was fear among cock-carrying participants that I would try to hide when I climaxed, which was funny because my orgasms are typically pretty explosive. I don’t hide. I’m not ashamed of my sexuality! Although I guess I could have tried to hide some of them if my goal had been to get fewer cocks banging me in the evening.
The funny thing, though, is that I was more concerned about the opposite. I had some apprehension about what would happen in the evening, but for the most part, I had adrenaline flowing through my body at the thought of finding out the feeling of 21 men gang-banging me all evening. I expected it to be more intense than just having men insert their cocks inside of me for the 12-hour challenge of the Easter weekend.
Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I just like it when men and their cocks give attention to my body and get pleasure from it.
Earlier this year, in April, after a few sex parties at my friend Madison’s place, I discussed future sex adventures with her and agreed to be a sex toy for her and her husband during the following three Saturdays, at least.
The first one in the series was on April 23 when she gathered eight men around a stainless steel table on which she asked me to rest my body naked to demonstrate to men how to take care of a clitoris. It was exciting because it was clinical. I was nude from head to toe in a room full of men; it was about sex, and all eyes were on my clit.
This new orgasm-challenge event was on the following Saturday, April 30 of this year.
During the afternoon, each team had successes and failures while forcing different toys in and out of my body. The thing with me is that I rarely come from anything else but clit stimulation, and therefore, some of them failed miserably at trying to get my body to convulse no matter how creative they were with all kinds of dildos up my ass and in my pussy.
Some of these cock-carrying people tried pain with nipple clips, which were new to me. I had experienced clamps on my nipples at prior sex parties, but mostly as decoration. This time around, some guys enjoyed snapping strong clamps on my nipples and seeing my body twisting in pain.
I tell you… Many men have a thing for blondes, and sometimes, it’s a hate or jealousy thing. One team had three men who seemed to have found common ground on that front. Whenever Madison informed them it was their turn to play with my tied-down body, I had shivers, expecting pain.
I have to recognize I enjoy pain — up to a certain point, I guess. I already knew I appreciated being used as a fuck toy by men overpowering me, but the events of that day brought the experience to a new level of adrenaline.
Snapping clamps on my nipples and roughing my ass with oversized dildos didn’t give me orgasms, so, towards the end of the afternoon, I realized that perhaps not all seven teams would get to gang-fuck me in the evening. I remember feeling concerned about that. I wanted to see how my body would do with being manhandled all afternoon and then fucked by as many cocks as possible in the evening.
I particularly get thrilled watching men's facial expressions when they get to do whatever they want to my body. When that team of sadistic-inclined blonde-hating guys clamped my nipples, they enjoyed seeing the pain in my face. Yes. But I also enjoyed watching how that simple thing was making these big guys excited, with cocks stiffening in their shorts. I didn’t need to be tied down for these gigantic bags of muscles to control my small body. Yet, they were enjoying inflicting pain on a young, weak blonde tied down in the dirty grass by the pool.
Men!
They had bestial urges, and I loved seeing how my body was all they needed to satisfy these urges. Some of them were married and would go back to being nice and gentlemanly with their wife at the end of the day. I found that thought so exciting, it could almost make me come.
Back to the team who had put panties over my vulva, with an internally attached dildo and a vibrating egg on my clit. They needed to make me come one more time to qualify for gang-banging me in the evening. It was amusing to see how serious they were. They really, really wanted to fuck me, and that alone was turning me on, of course.
Probably without realizing it, they were targeting my weak point: the button between my legs. Add the powerful hands of these guys on my skin at my ankles, and… I lost it.
As my toes curled and my body twisted, both in pleasure and in a hopeless effort to move away from the clit vibrator, I heard them cheering as if their favorite football team had just won the Super Bowl!
Other teams came to see what it was all about. Soon, I had all 21 men watching me wiggle and twist, partly in the pleasure of climaxing, partly in the pain of not being able to move my arms and legs while convulsions were making me pull on them, and partly because I desperately needed that vibrator off my clit. I was drained of energy!
But the guys liked those panties, and every team that was still short of their target to earn the right to gang-fuck my body took a turn on the remote control. Soon, it wasn’t one team after another team, but 21 guys watching a female body convulse and beg for a break. For the first time in my life, I begged guys to stop stimulating my clit! I literally begged, but the more I did, the more encouraged they were to continue. I had not used my safe word! I didn’t want to. And I almost passed out.
It lasted forever. Guys took turns fighting for the remote control and holding me at the wrists & ankles.
Next time you fight with your spouse for the remote control, think of this one… And think of me!
Isn’t it ironic that 12 grown-up big men were feeling good about themselves because they were providing orgasms to a woman? So macho!
In the end, I didn’t know how long it lasted, but I had no energy left. None. And in fact, I think I eventually passed out because I remember that out of a sudden, there was nobody around me, and the vibrator-integrated panties were off my body. I was once again totally nude with my tits and pussy facing up, and my legs were again tied to posts in the grass.
I could smell food. Madison and Darnell probably had caterers setting up a buffet, like they often do. I was hungry. And thirsty. And dizzy.
One guy in the sadistic team showed up with chicken wings and beer to check on me.
“Hungry?” he asked.
I nodded.
He grabbed his crotch and said: “Don’t worry! I have proteins ready for you tonight!”
He laughed. He was really getting a hard-on at the simple idea of abusing the body of a tied-down young woman. But that was fine with me! More than fine. Perfect! Don’t get worried about me. I loved it. It’s when I am being used and shared that I feel the most alive in every part of my body.
Madison checked on me later on. Both she and her husband are always attentive to making sure I am OK during sex parties. I have a safe word, and they monitor me.
I guess that on that day, she didn’t notice I had passed out. Oops! And I didn’t tell her. I was fine.
Actually, I was delighted. I had passed out from climaxing too much! What the hell! I didn’t know it was a thing.
She untied me, put a collar and a leash around my neck, asked me to get on all fours, and brought me near the buffet table, where she handed the leash to the first team who would get to fuck my holes on that evening.
Although it had been planned since early afternoon, these grown-up men didn’t seem to know what to do with me. The guy with the leash held it as if it was burning him.
That’s another mysterious thing I’ve noticed about men. They often have a bestial urge to be mean to my female body, and yet, when given the green light, they often falter. Maybe that’s when they remember their wife and perhaps their daughter.
Look! I am a daughter, and I enjoy being fucked and manhandled. My dad even knows all the details since I discuss my sex life with my parents. In your case, it’s possible your daughter doesn’t tell you everything and, well… Don’t tell her everything if you think she will be offended. But you have only one life to live! So, fuck me while you can.
There has to be a more widely accepted harmony or equilibrium between being treated by men as equals in normal life and at work while also having them use me as a cum bucket when I tell them they can. I’ve started a reflection on this topic and will post it soon. Stay tuned!
In any case, that first team pulled me toward the beach, away from the pool. We ended up in the sand, where they stopped and looked at me. Since they weren’t moving, I pulled down the pants of the first guy, the second guy, and… The third one did it on his own. Monkeys can learn!
Back on my fours, I pulled my buttocks apart and said: “Fuck me! You earned me. I’m your fuck toy!” They clearly needed a lot of verbal encouragement.
The first guy got on his knees and pushed his cock up my ass while I grabbed the penis in front of me to lick and suck. The other guy was standing there with a pitiful face, like a neglected puppy, so I signaled him to get on his back. Letting go of the two penises that had been inside of me, I positioned myself on top of the guy on his back and swallowed his cock with my vagina.
“Come on!” I yelled to the other two guys for one of them to reclaim my ass and the other one to get closer so I could lick, suck, and deep-throat him. Deep-throat is always a big part of the entertainment I provide to married men. I think that in most cases, I’m the first one to provide that sexual pleasure to them.
These three guys ejaculated pretty fast, as many men do. The fact that they had many erections during the day while using sex toys on my tied-down naked body probably contributed to an early exit of the sperm load.
I voluntarily walked back to the pool deck, although nobody was taking care of me at that point in time. Often enough, once a man ejaculates inside of me, the sex part of his brain is turned off, and he barely sees me—until the next erection!
Madison laughed when she saw me, then brought me to the outside water hose, where she washed me down like a car. I had gotten back with sperm and sand all over my body.
“Need a clean slut for the next team,” she said, giggling.
The other teams brought me to a guest bedroom inside. They were more sensitive to comfort, I guess.
With most teams, I had three cocks inside of me at once, but I don’t know if that is a thing for men or if it was me making it happen. I had been triple-fucked many times before, even as a teenager. It’s quite normal to me. In fact, I crave it. I’m an attention whore, and if I have three cocks inside of me simultaneously, it means at least three men are focused on me!
I feel good with cocks inside of me. It gives me a purpose. And I contribute to better living!
Either way, every gorilla at that sex party ejaculated inside of me, either my pussy, my ass, or my mouth. And none of them used a condom, but Madison assured me all of her guests were always and regularly tested. I was, too. She paid for it.
For these men, I was a sex toy that simply needed to be cleaned between usage, and Madison did that for them with the outside water hose. You don’t use condoms with a toy. You just clean the toy.
And her guests loved watching me being dealt with like a muddy puppy.
I didn’t have a single orgasm in the evening, and I think it was better that way. I was still low on energy. And, of course, in these 3-way gang bangs, the focus of the male beasts was on penetrating the young blonde bimbo. There was no attention given to my clit, and therefore, orgasms were not on the agenda for me.
Truth be told, for me, the feeling of being used and shared is even more exhilarating when I do not get to reach a climax. It makes me feel so much more like a plaything for men's pleasure, a high-quality inflatable doll.
Wait! What about the sadistic team? Right! I thought you would ask.
They came last as if Madison knew I couldn’t have taken another team after these pigs.
They brought toys with them to the room. They snapped clamps on and off my nipples quite a few times. They really liked those and clearly enjoyed my painful frowns. They took turns using my body as something they wanted to beat into submission, and my ass is the hole that took the drubbing, although they also regularly plunged their cocks in my mouth right out of my ass.
It was the hardest I had been fucked since I had moved to South Florida. It was about time! I was starting to miss the football team back at home! They had no problem seeing me as a fucking whore and a cock-tease deserving a beating.
Part of me was scared because I wondered if Madison had told them about my safe word. But mostly, I felt like every molecule of my body was more alive and aware of my female, weak condition than ever before.
Every single time they grabbed my hips and shoved their hard rods up my ass, I felt so much like the center of attention. It’s my body they wanted to fuck and beat. They wanted me! Even if it was to express some sort of rage against either women, young women, or blondes, it was still me their cocks needed.
I can imagine these beasts being gentle puppies doing the missionary position at home. I was their therapy session!
Fucking my ass came, of course, with many giant slaps on my buttocks that ended up being bright red at the end of the session. An hour after they left, I could still feel pain in the roots of my hair from all the hair pulling they enjoyed doing on my long hair while their cock was pounding my butthole.
And at the end, when they were done, they lined up, their asses facing me like kids mooning a neighbor, and they ordered me to rim their butthole one after the other. It seemed like they had been to sex parties together before. Or perhaps they planned it during the afternoon. I don’t know for sure.
All I know is that Madison had found a way to make me feel like a piece of meat for men’s enjoyment even more than before.
Event after event, Madison found ways to continuously raise the bar.
After I rimmed the three buttholes of the sadistic team, I simply crashed on the floor right where I was. I couldn’t move anymore. It’s as if my body had been given the green light to realize how much of a beating it had endured during the day. My legs were shaking. My pussy was sore. I didn’t feel my ass anymore. My jaws hurt.
A while later, Madison came in with a glass of water and crackers. She always feeds me crackers when I swallow a large quantity of male proteins delivered through hard hoses. She then hugged me and brought me to the bathroom, where she had me jump into a hot bath.
“Wait!” I blurted. “Who won me for the night?”
She smiled and answered: “Darnell’s bet was the closest to your total number of orgasms this afternoon. He can have you anytime he wants, right?”
She kissed me and added: “You are mine, and you are his, right?”
“Yes! I’m your sex slave,” I whispered as if I barely had the energy to keep on talking. “And thank you for sharing me with your friends!”
“Oh! You’re a hit!” she giggled. “They want to know when they can have more of your ass. And tits. And tongue!”
She grabbed a sponge to wash the sperm off my skin.
“So beautiful!” she said, almost as if speaking to herself. “And so sexy when in the nude with hard cocks all around!”
She stopped, grabbed both sides of my head, and kissed me. “You almost made me come just watching how much these guys wanted you when you were tied down on the grass!”
The last thing I remember as she tucked me into bed late on that Saturday night was something along the lines of her saying: “I wish we could keep you chained and locked down in this house forever!”
Thanks so much for supporting me as a writer and for your interest in my sex life. I often think of you when other men and women are using me. You are my motivation to try new things and push my limits!
New! All my published work is available on Ream and elsewhere.
Subscribe to my kinky newsletter and tap the envelope on my Medium profile to know when I publish more sex confessions and erotica short stories. In the meantime, have a look at my published erotica novels & short stories, or dive further into my private sex life with my published sex confessions.
And please give me feedback, Sir!
Masturbating with my books daily before bed will help you sleep better. It’s scientific! So keep these books readily available! You can get my collections of sex confessions in print and on Kindle and a look back at my teenage years on Smashwords.
Also on Medium:
Please sign up for my kinky newsletter to keep in touch. You can also hook up with me on social media.
Bare Skin Cafe: On a Mission to Taste Everybody in The World!
