Last Night

Wow that was some party last night I don't even remember coming home, let alone going to bed. I'm afraid to open my eyes because the amount of light I can see thru my eyelids is more than the morning should hold. I've slept the morning away and what is that smell? It's not that gross smell of vomit, but something different. It's something I haven't smelt in a long time. I don't remember drinking enough to be in this condition, I never drink that much. Something isn't right.

As all these thoughts are traveling thru my mind, I decide I better get up and see what kind of mess I'm laying in. As I go to rub my eyes, I realize that something is definitely wrong. My arms feel like they weigh a ton, like when someone is laying on them. What did I do last night? Panic begins to set in as I try to remember.

I remember checking out that hot looking guy across the room. I think someone said his name was Thom or John. I think he caught me staring a time or two. My friends knew him and said I should go talk to him, but I remember seeing him talking to some blonde and there was the redhead also. Man, I thought to myself, he's out of my league anyway. I tried to avoid looking over at him like a starving person looking at a plate of food, but it was hard not to sneak a peek every now and then. Something about him kept calling out to me.

I remember being embarrassed the one time I stole a glance and he raised his drink and winked at me. I didn't think I had been that obvious. I remember the next time I looked in his general direction he was gone. How did I miss him leaving? I turned to tell my friends I'd be right back and he was standing right next to me. I felt like a retard.

He had an extra drink in his hand, said he bought it for me and would I care to join him at a smaller table on the other side of the bar where it wasn't so crowded. I remember my friends telling me to go ahead. They would be waiting right there when I was ready to go.

I remember going to one of the tables with him, bits and pieces or our conversation, the color of his eyes, the heat building up inside of me. I have tried to stay out of the scene. Most months, I don't feel comfortable at these parties. I remember thinking to my self.........Wow I can't believe he's talking to me.

That's it..........I can't remember anything after that moment.

Now I'm laying here in my bed, I dread opening my eyes and my arms feel like lead. I go to roll over and I realize, this isn't my bed, I'm naked and my arms are strapped above my head. WTF did I do last night and where am I?

I realize there is someone standing next to the bed, but before I can open my eyes and look around they slap a blind fold on me and flip me onto my stomach. This can't be happening to me. I try to roll back over, to kick out at whoever it is. I yell at them to stop, to get away from me. They grab my ankle and tie it to the bed. I try kicking with the other leg only to find it captured too.There's too many hands on me to be just one person. WTF is going on?

Suddenly, I'm being lifted off the bed by my waist and something soft is being put under my hips. Pillows, several pillows. I realize what is going on and I start yelling that it needs to stop. I didn't ask for this. I didn't agree to this. Please don't do this.My yelling turns into whimpers as someone grabs my hair and pulls my head back.

"You did ask for this, you did agree to it" is whispered in my ear. "You know you need it and your friends know it too. Fight all you want, but this is going to happen."

The voice continues, " You can cry all you want, but if you continue to yell and scream, I will gag you."

"Please" I beg, "I don't remember agreeing to this." "I wouldn't have agreed to having people watch."

"They are all leaving." "This is what you've been craving and I'm going to give it to you." he says.

Before I can protest again, pain rips thru me as a strap comes down across my ass. Several minutes pass and the strap keeps striking me. I'm sobbing like a baby. My ass is on fire and I'm wet. I'm can't help it. He is right. I needed this.
I can feel the stress disappearing as I sob out my soul onto the mattress.

Still the strap rains blows across my ass and thighs. When it finally stops, I whimper. "Please, please, I need more."

Any normal person hearing this would think me insane, but he knows what I mean. I feel his fingers on my clit. I can't help myself, I cum so hard I squirt. I feel his hands parting my cheeks and feel his penis start to slide into my ass. I push back against him and he buries himself in me.

Now I'm begging. Begging to be ridden til he cums. I feel his breath on my neck just before I feel his teeth sink into my shoulder causing me to cum all over again. I hear a buzzing in my ear that just won't stop.

The buzzing just keeps getting louder and louder. I roll over and shut off the alarm and cry into my pillow............It was all just a dream.