Dolcett Enterprises -
Sample "Play" Scene

Introduction to the Dolcett Enterprise
and "Club X" proposition

THIS IS NOT A SNUFF SITE, but a professional, private role-playing and "scene" club for those interested in exploring the wilder themes of sexual submission/slavery in the extreme, bondage, domination and sado-masochism (BDSM) in a unique and safe fashion.


Dolcett Girls - JewelsDream Date
by Jewels

(Some of our Dolcett Girls have very nice imaginations, and really want to play hard, meet Jewels in one of her own adventures.)

My dream date would be getting to know you and getting comfortable with you. We would meet at your place and start talking over our childhoods, life’s ambitions, hobbies, etc.

As the conversation expands, my interests in BDSM would come up. You kindly would offer to show me some things you had learned and had experience with. I agree, and remove my clothes.

You begin walking around me, carefully examining me, much in the way you’d examine a fine sculpture. I feel very shameful the way your eyes dance over my body. Noticing my uneasiness, you motion for me to don a collar. Once that is done, you start introducing me to various methods and implements. There is a lot of touching, some kissing and fondling.

You continue to bind me in interesting and exposing positions, getting me very heated and extremely horny. As I continued to loosen up you start describing some minor Dolcett fantasies. You bring your collection out and introduce me to the world of Dolcett.

You notice I’m flush with excitement from viewing the pictures. You ask if I could see myself as a Dolcett girl. Meekly I nod, unsure what it all means, but confident it makes me feel good in all the right places. You tell me that you have built a version of the Jessica 3000. I ask if it actually works, and you say no, its just for play. Sadly, you admit no one as yet, has tried it. You look at me quizzically, and inquire if I would be interested in modeling it for you. I get so turned on by the idea of being strapped onto such a diabolical machine, my curiosity piqued, I agree.

As I lie down and place my head in position, you strap me down across the back, my neck and ankles. I feel so incredibly vulnerable as you tie my arms behind my back. It feels so delicious as I lay there, exposed in ways I've never been before. My pulse quickens, my breathing becomes heavy, and my thoughts carry me away. In the back of my mind I wish this were real. I’m shook from my reverie by a click behind me and feel the platform tremble. You explain that you have locked a spit into position. You compliment me on how I look strapped down on the machine and exposed to you with the spit poised ready to penetrate me more deeply then anything ever has.

Seeing the tiny beads of sweat and my flush complexion, you inquire if I'd like to go further, actually forcing the tip of the spit into my vagina. After a brief pause, arguing with my sanity, I agree. Suddenly the entire machine begins to vibrate. As I'm lulled by the rhythm of the motor, I feel cool fingers rub something on vagina.

You explain that you are rubbing grease to allow the spit to easily slide in. This probing touch drives my over the edge, my poor body can no longer take it, and I ask you to fuck me, to allow some relief. The sex while strapped in that position was incredible. Being totally at your mercy, unable to stop you or control you. The feel as my breasts dangle free, swaying with your thrusts.

The feel of the leather straps that hold me so tight, yet still allowed movement. My thoughts drift wondering if this is what it truly feels to be a Dolcett girl, strapped down, ready for the spit.

Suddenly the whole world comes to a complete stop as this huge wave of pleasure washes over me, so powerful, so full. I have never had an orgasm this strong before. I'm still quaking as you pull out and start the spit up again. In a partial daze, I feel the girth of the spit begin to push its way inside with no resistance. The feeling is so intense I'm racked with another intense orgasm.

My whole body vibrating with the machine, as it further heightens my pleasure, making me very sensitive to the movement of the spit. As the spit fills me totally, the gentle vibrations of the machine, cause me to orgasm a third time.

Abruptly, the spit is stopped deep within me, by the machine as this orgasm is washing over me. The pressure of the spit inside me strains against my lower body, and I can feel it resting firmly against my cervix. I'm complimented on how wonderful I look strapped down and how vulnerable with the spit sticking out of me. You bring out another implement and attach it directly to the spit.

Next you rub a grease-laden finger around my anus. I feel you slide the implement toward my now contracting sphincter and gently push it in. You tell me the look isn't really complete without the anal post. Fear bites at my throat, but pleasure pushes me on without complaint. As I get comfortable in my present position, you continue to talk sweetly to me and compliment my body and me. After stroking my hair and fondling my breasts, you lean down and ask me, 'Do you want it?'

Without fully realizing the gravity of my decision, I very clearly tell you 'Yes!’. You smile broadly stand and walk to your sliding glass door hidden beneath thick draperies. Deftly you open the drapes revealing your backyard and a frightening sight. Outside I see two supports on either side of a pit with angry red coals burning away.


Part II

Brief fear overcomes me as I struggle against the straps, only now realizing what I have agreed to, as you approach once more, smiling evilly at my dilemma. You kneel down in front of me and explain that I am now meat and that I no longer have a choice in what happens to me. You further explain that I can either enjoy the remaining journey, or you will kill me on the spot.

I calm down, realizing my fate is sealed. I tell you that I would prefer to see this to its conclusion rather than die. You try to suppress a small chuckle, the meaning of which escapes me at that moment. You ask me if I wish to enjoy all the pleasures of being a true Dolcett girl. I ponder the meaning of your statement, and slowly nod in agreement.

You smile broadly and stand. I notice you retrieve a small box attached to the machine and hear the click of a switch. Vibrations start again as I feel the spit begin to push hard against my cervix. The pain increases feeling more like a large needle being forced through me. As the pain heightens, I feel relief and some pleasure as the spit pushes through.

A mild discomfort replaces the previous pain as the spit slides unhindered deeper into me. I sense that it difficult to stop at this point and survive for long. The vibrations and movement of the cool steel against my sensitive flesh forces another strong orgasm upon me; I shudder and close my eyes in ecstasy. I can feel the
anal post driving deeper into my rectum, I can tell its loose, but grabs every so often on the spit and is forced deeper.

Its far more pleasurable than I had imagined as I undergo my transformation from girl to meat on a stick. My mind dwelling in the knowledge that I’m enjoying this experience so fully and completely. I’m brought out of my reverie but a sudden sharp pain in my nipples.

As I open my eyes, I see you injecting me with a yellowish solution into my breasts. You describe the next steps, and tell me that I will soon be gutted. Fear flashes over me as the cold realization that I’m never getting up again is accepted. As scared as I feel, the pleasure and the feeling that this is where I belong calms me. I feel beads of sweat form on my brow, my body shakes as yet another wave passes through me. I can feel the end of the spit rubbing against the inside of my body, seeking entrance to my stomach. I feel your hand on my head, as you tell me its time to be gutted and prepared for the rest of my spitting.

I hadn’t noticed, but the machine had stopped vibrating. You state that this will be very painful, and places a leather strap deep and tight in my mouth, across my lips. I instinctively bit hard on it, wishing the pain to pass quickly. I close my eyes hard, wishing myself to a better place as I await the imminent shocking pain that is to come.

You must’ve sensed my anxiety, since you gentle stroked my neck and back to calm me and have me relax. My breathing slows as I enjoy your gentle strokes. I feel it, the cold metal against me, just below my ribcage. I breathe in a hard quick breath and hold it, awaiting the inevitable. I’m amazed, it feels like its being dragged down my belly, and I can feel wetness as the metal is guided over me, but the pain is almost non-existent.

Deep in my mind, I wonder if this was all a setup, and not real at all. Merely a Hollywood trick to make me believe I’m truly being spitted. This thought changes quickly as I feel a seemingly large weight drop with a sickening, wet glop, and a gradual pulling on the inside of my body. There is now some pain, but very minor.

I can feel pulling and tearing as you cut away the remaining organs and ligaments that used to reside inside me. A chill and shivers overcome me be the sudden feeling of getting cold. I immediately feel weaker and sleepy, but willing to see this to the end. I now truly understand how a Dolcett girl feels, knowing that I am only meat. And like meat, I will soon be cooked and eaten.

I’m terrified by the finality of what will happen, but know that even if stopped now, I would not live more than an hour. My purpose is clear and defined. There is no more doubt as my mind submits to this final conclusion. A strange calmness overcomes me; I’m ready for anything. I know I will be roasting over the coals soon, and that this is what I was always meant to do.

Part III

I’m brought back to reality by the heavy scent of cooking meat. Your words sooth me as you explain that you are cauterizing the blood vessels to prevent me from bleeding to death. I can feel the blunt stabs of pain that quickly fade with each touch of the hot tool. After what seems like an eternity, you finish cauterizing and spray some water inside for my final cleaning.

The water is warm and soothing, yet makes me shiver as it passes. With your hand deep inside me, I feel the vibration of the machine starting again, and a slight pressure in my throat. You inform me that you are guiding the spit into my oesophagus and that it will come to its final rest very soon. The vibrations lull me as the spit moves into my throat.

I catch my final breath as the spit emerges from my throat and starts to slide over my tongue. I can only describe this as the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt. I want to gag on the spit as it forces its way in, and your hands lift my head and chin into position. You can see the spit entering my mouth, soon I will see it emerge from my mouth, and I will be completely spitted.

I find that taking short shallow breaths allow me to breath. It burns a bit as I breathe, but as long as I do so slowly, it isn’t too uncomfortable. You instruct me to open wide, and as I do I feel the spit force my tongue down hard in my mouth.

The spit is so large; it fills my entire mouth as it passes through. Its size makes it hard to close my mouth around it, ensuring a look I can only dream about. Soon, I see the tip push out from under my nose, my eyes watching it intently as the spit continues its journey in the air in front of me. I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that this spit is completely through me. You kneel down in front of me, reading off the ingredients of the stuffing mix you will fill me with once I’m pulled off the machine.

You compliment me on doing so well, and staying awake through the hard part as you put it. I feel the vibrations of the machine as its stopped for the final time, and my ankles released from their bonds. As the beginning numbness fades from my feet, they are hoisted one by one up high.

You hold them roughly against cold metal, the vibrations carrying through my entire body. I feel the rough cord being wrapped around my ankles, securing them one at a time to the spit. I test my new bonds, only to find I am secured and unable to pull them away. I find one side effect of this binding is my ability to pull myself along the spit, causing the steel shaft to slide inside me, giving me vaginal and oral satisfaction at the same time.

This discovery nearly brings on an orgasm, as I slide the shaft back and forth, rubbing against myself. You chuckle at my discovery, noting that I found this little secret out faster than any in the past. I’m happy at my cleverness, yet feel betrayed by the sudden knowledge that I’m not his first as I had thought. The bar over my back is removed, as is the leather strap over my neck. I feel cold with their removal, and strangely free. Suddenly and without warning I feel myself being lifted high in the air.

I’m carried a short distance to a nearby table and laid on my back. There is pain from the movement, I feel every step deep within myself, I feel myself try to slide along the length of my penetrator, but find resistance and tension before I slip too far. My muscles tense as I fight to stay upright. The shaft securing me prevents much movement, but it doesn’t subside my fear of falling off the pole.

The weight of my legs and head pull on the shaft, and down inside my body and mouth. It takes a moment to steady myself and return my breathing to a slow rate. You smile again at me, and indicate that I’m being filled with a special mixture of stuffing, and then I will be placed over the coals.

I feel pain as you pull the wound wide, and begin scooping load after load of bread and seasonings into my empty belly. The smells of rosemary, garlic and olive oil tickle my nose. The smell is delightful and I wish I could sample the mixture. It smells so wonderful with it finely blended aromas and Italian odor. I’m feeling joy at how my meat will smell as this mixture cooks within me. Soon I feel my belly bulging with the new load of stuffing mixture inside me.

You gently stroke my breasts as what feels like a needle is driven deep into my belly, and then back out again. I feel the cord being pulled roughly over my long slit, sealing the wound with the tightly pulled cord.

You tell me its time, that I’m going over the coals now and will begin cooking. You ask that I stay awake as long as possible, as it will ensure that my meat will taste the best it could. I brighten at your compliment, determined to stay awake nearly to the end.

Again I’m lifted and now I’m being carried toward the angry red coals that will be my final home. The color of the coals is very calming, knowing that once I arrive I can enjoy the rest of my stay till I fall asleep. I shiver as the sliding glass door is opened and the cool outside air breezes over my body. I can smell the mixture of smoke and charcoal, and the wonderful scents of the spices and oil within my body. As we approach closer I feel the increasing heat.

Without hesitation, I’m placed gently on the supporting posts directly over the coals. The initial blast of hot air was scary, but soon my body adjusted to the new temperature and my shivers and fears eased away. I could feel the heat build on the exposed flesh of my neck, breasts, belly and thighs.

Just when I thought the heat was becoming too much, a familiar vibration started shaking and moving me. As I rode the spit, the world began to slow spin around me, the hot coals warming new portions of my body. Now that I was rotating the heat didn’t build up as badly as before. I knew this would be easy to tolerate, and the movement helped to stimulate me. I found too, that I still had the strength to pull my self on the spit, heightening my sexual ecstasy. I had a strong orgasm as my climax peaked.

Quaking and shaking from this intense orgasm, I hear your chuckles of delight and feel a wet brush wipe over me. A strong odor of olive oil wafts through my nose, and the sizzle of oil on the coals buzzes in my ears. This is it, I’m actually here, spitted, gutted and roasting like a suckling pig over hot coals. I’m amazed how all the smells are mixing and intermingling, making me very hungry as I roast.

I’m getting more turned on by my own cooking smell, and the knowledge that I smell good enough to eat. You alternate between wetting my head and hair down and basting my with the oil and spice mixture. Every inch of my body is tingling with the heat, though the pain is slowly fading away. My skin is feeling tighter as the heat builds within me. You have been basting me for what seems a lifetime. It’s hard to remember anything before coming here to be your meat, your meal.

Time is slowing for me, only my pleasure on the spit is keeping me going, but my strength is waning. I’m getting sleepier and finding it harder to pull myself along the pole. I’ve forgotten why that was important, but it seems the thing I need to do.

The sounds of hissing and sizzling on the coals is replaced with a dull buzz, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. I’m finding it harder to stay awake or even to breathe. I have to force myself to remember to breathe, and it’s so difficult to pull air into my lungs.

I begin to dream as the sounds, smells and sights before me are replaced with visions of a large grassy field, with my horse from childhood galloping below me. The sun is shining and I’m at total peace, riding quickly through the cool air, my arms spread wide.

The ground below falls away as I soar high into the air, its size quickly diminishing into small dots, then bright white light over takes me.

Hope you enjoyed my story,
Julie

The END.


 

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