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The Emmy Stories
Entertainment from one special Dolcett Girl
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.
This is the first of Emmy's stories, not complete, it leaves the rest to your imagination, I hope you enjoy it.
Emmy & Paul
Paul had been talking about taking our fantasy forward for the last few days while I'd been staying with him. When I woke up, the day was seemingly like every other. The only difference was Paul was already out of bed. I could hear him downstairs. Usually when I stayed with him, he either kept me chained to the bed or, if I was free, it usually meant a morning fuck. Today, I was alone in the bed and free to move.
I reluctantly got out of bed, naked, as I always was at Paul's house. (He always stripped me at the door on arrival. My clothes were always left in a discarded pile there until it was time for me to reluctantly return to my boring everyday life).
A scribbled note by the bed instructed me to go for a shower, make sure I was "extra clean", then come downstairs to the kitchen. I smiled to myself as that could only mean one thing - today we would be playing roasting. We’d only done it once before, where he strung me up by my wrists and ankles over some hot embers. The preparation and sex afterwards had probably been the best part, although the "roasting" had been pretty hot too (quite literally!). Afterwards, my wrists and ankles had hurt a hell of a lot more from the ropes than any possible sign of "cooking" on my breasts, stomach and legs. Anyway, his precise instruction on that morning had been to prepare myself to be "extra clean", so I presumed that a similar day of fun was on the cards.
I went to the shower and washed, taking extra care to make sure I was in pristine condition, or "Grade A" as Paul fondly called it. Having recently finished my last course of hair removal I didn’t need to worry about shaving at least! Finishing in the shower, I dried myself of, tying my damp hair back into a ponytail, before heading downstairs as instructed.
I stopped on the stairs, listening. There was more than one voice coming from the kitchen. In fact, there were several voices. Frowning to myself, I wondered if Paul had invited some guests to share our game, or if it was some unwelcome visitor. I was just about to head back upstairs, worried that I was naked, when the kitchen door opened and Paul came into the hallway.
"Hey, my sexy piece of meat!" he cried, seeing me on the stairs. "Come down and meet our party guests".
"Party guests?" I replied, confused.
"Yes, they’ve all come for your special day that I've been telling you about. Come down and say hello..."
I semi-reluctantly walked down the last few steps and followed Paul into the kitchen. The room was full of men, drinking beers or wine and chatting excitedly to each other. As I walked in, the room suddenly went quiet and all eyes were looking at me intently. I blushed deeply, instinctively covering myself with my hands as much as I could.
"Don’t be shy, my piece of meat!" Paul said, pulling my hands away and slapping my bare ass playfully. "Let me introduce you…"
Paul led me around the room, taking me to each person. Gradually I realised these were all people I knew... not in person or by their real names, but people I had met and talked to online. It seemed they had all come for me, which made me nervous but also sent a thrill through me. Each person in turn looked me up and down, seemingly taking in every inch of my naked body, before grabbing and fondling parts of me - particularly my breasts, ass, thighs and even my "prime fillet" as Paul always called it. Paul kept make comments like "what do you think of her?", "isn’t she delicious looking?", while the guys replied: "Yes, she'll be delicious", "You've got a prime piece there" and "I can't wait to taste some of this!"
Finally, after being "introduced" to the last person, Paul led me back to the centre of the kitchen. Without a word, he pulled my hands behind my back and quickly bound my wrists tightly - tighter than usual perhaps. Ignoring my wincing and playful struggles, he pushed me forward to a table, leaning me forward over it and holding me down. Next my ankles were bound to each table leg, so my legs were slightly spread and my ass in the air. I knew what was coming...
The first cock was Paul's. I was used to it by now. I couldn't help gasping aloud as his hard member pressed between my sensitive pussy-lips and entered me hard, sinking to the hilt into my tight, wet hole. I felt his hot body over my back, I could hear his grunting as he thrust in and out of me. It didn't take him long to cum. In consideration for the others, he pulled out just before, denying me the feeling of his hot jism spurting into me.
Almost immediately, I felt another cock enter me and start thrusting. I closed my eyes and concentrated all my feelings on the pleasure, moaning quietly to myself with each thrust, my own orgasm building fast. A while later, after losing count of the cocks in my pussy, a few that I'd sucked, and a couple who'd adventured into my asshole, I was untied and allowed to stand straight again. My back was aching from being bent over, not to mention my pussy and ass seemed on fire from the non-stop attention received.
I looked around the room. The men were all chatting to each other, sipping wine, and discussing which part of me they'd most like to try! Paul came over and led me back to the table, this time making me lie down on my back. The table was big enough for me to lie on it completely, with my arms stretched above my head and my wrists bound to the top corners, whilst my legs were also stretched apart and my ankles bound to the opposite corners.
Paul's hands roamed all over me, checking to make sure I was completely smooth I guessed. I felt a bizarre pride as he stepped away and pronounced me "Grade A" to the room, which met with shouts of agreement and further compliments from all sides. Next, several guys started rubbing a mix of oil, butter, herbs and spices into my skin. Starting from my feet, the strong caressing hands worked up my legs, massaging the sticky mixture into every accessible inch of my flesh. Closing my eyes and enjoying the attention once more, I felt the hands work higher, rubbing my thighs, between my legs, my stomach and my breasts. Of course the guys paid particular attention to my already glistening pussy and my breasts, making sure they were carefully coated with the mixture all over.
Several hands lifted my body off the table, making me strain against the tight bounds on my hands and feet. Beneath me, a long steel pole was placed and I was lowered back on top of it. The thing was cold and made me shiver, as well as being uncomfortable beneath my spine. Each leg was untied from the table corners and then re-tied together. My hands were then untied, and held firmly whilst I was turned over completely, so I was face down on the table with the pole on my back. My hands were pulled behind my back once again and bound tightly to the pole. Likewise, my feet were tied securely to the pole.
Finally, ropes were passed under me and tied around my chest, under my breasts, across my waist and around my knees, each securing me inescapably to the pole. Two men came to the table, one at each end, and picked the pole up. The ropes tightened around me and my body shifted, as I involuntarily squirmed to get comfortable, to no avail. My shoulders and legs quickly started to ache from the strain of being bound in that position.
Now I was being moved, I could see around the kitchen once more. All the preparations were there for a large meal - a feast perhaps, except of course there was no main course… One man was busy filming me, whilst another took photos of my every move. A couple of guys had seemingly lost their inhibitions after fucking me in front of the others, and were now openly jacking-off at my naked body, helplessly bound to the spit-pole as I was.
Paul now came up to me, smiling.
"Well my lovely piece of meat, you certainly do look good enough to eat," he said, laughly gently. "I hope you didn't mind me letting all the guys have a go with you earlier... just my little treat... after all, it would've been a shame to waste the opportunity!"
With that, he took what looked from my position to be a large metal dildo, and placed it between my legs. I felt the thing enter me and slowly Paul slid it inside me, fucking me with it, before leaving it settled fully in, the outer edge pressing insistently against my clit.
"Anyhow my little treat," he continued. "You must've known one day this would happen and now it is, so enjoy your special moment my darling!"
Perhaps rather naively I had believed this was all still part of our playtime up until that point. But, as I was carried outside and saw the waiting barbeque pit, filled with glowing hot embers, I realised this wasn't play anymore. I was about to be roasted, to be eaten by all these guys!
Panic didn't set in. In fact, I remained rather calm. After all, this was my ultimate fantasy and I had really brought it upon myself. As I tried to justify my fate to myself, I was carefully lifted over the pit, the pole latching into the two supports at either end. My thoughts were immediately interrupted by the heat, which washed over me like a wave, making me squirm uncomfortably. I gasped, but surprisingly didn't cry out, despite not being gagged.
This seemed to draw approval from the watching crowd, who clapped and cheered, shouting encouragements to me. Paul came over and carefully wrapped a cold towel and some kitchen foil around my head, explaining that it would keep my head cooler so I could stay awake for longer. I managed a smile from my awkward position, knowing that to the last he was caring for me.
"We'll have to roast her up a little bit first," Paul announced.
The heat was uncomfortable, but not intense, like lying in the direct sun on a very hot day, or getting into a bath which is too hot. As I hung there over the glowing crackling embers, I felt the metal dildo inside me and tried to move my legs enough to make it press harder against my clit, enjoying the sensation of being filled in that position. I knew I could make myself cum if I concentrated hard enough...
My thoughts were once again disturbed. This time, by two guys working at the wood beneath me. They were adding coals and lighter blocks, another was using a small set of bellows to blow air into the base of the fire. Soon, as I looked down, flames were starting to lick up into the air. Logs were quickly catching alight and it didn't take long before a much bigger fire was burning beneath me. There was now no doubt this wasn't just for play.
Now the heat was intense... Sweat was mixing with my earlier baste and dripping off me, sizzling as it fell into the hot coals below. My skin was starting to sting, and as I looked down I could see my legs, which were hanging lower than the rest of my body, were starting to turn red. I squirmed helplessly and pathetically, looking desperately at the men gathered around me watching or filming closely.
Paul came back to me and put a straw into my mouth, letting me drink ice-cold water to keep me cooler inside. The water was a welcome relief to my lips and mouth which had already dried out in the intense heat rising from the pit.
The next several minutes seemed like several hours. I could no longer concentrate on the metal dildo in my pussy. Instead, the heat was all I could think about. I could feel my body cooking - my skin, the muscles, my insides... Too hot...!
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When I woke up, the day was seemingly like every other. The only difference was Paul was already out of bed. I could hear him downstairs. Usually when I stayed with him, he either kept me chained to the bed or, if I was free, it usually meant a morning fuck. Today...
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