You all have to thank my husband for getting me to type up this success from my last post. John took care of most of the scenario planning to make it feel as real as possible but I did briefly video chat with the lead guy (while he wore a mask). I knew the very basics of the scenario but not details. My limits were agreed on and I had a safe word and a signal.

Last Friday, John kissed me as I left the house to a bar for some happy hour drinks. I was nervous. I walked around tipsy exploring the neighborhood. In the beginning, I was jumping at everything, but that gradually slowed as I became more sober and more disappointed with the feeling that plans had fallen through. In the garage parking lot, I was almost to my car and looking down into my purse for my keys when I suddenly heard a noise behind me and a large hand clamped itself over my mouth. A scream escaped me as I instinctively tried to claw and pull at the arm. A van pulled up and I was thrown into the back where a black cloth bag was shoved over my head. I was roughly collared and handcuffed before I felt hands tearing off my minidress and panties. I heard 3 different voices including the driver. They didn't waste time to start groping me, psyching me out about what waited for me, slapping me and pinching my tits. It felt so humiliating hearing them laugh at how wet I got.

They shoved me out of the car and made me stumble blind and naked into the house where I heard more voices waiting for me. They were so excited to use me. I never saw their faces since I either had something over my eyes or they were wearing masks.

They led me into the basement and I was thrown onto a bed. There was a full sex dungeon: a metal frame bed with a built in pillory, bondage/spanking bench, suspension bar, cage, and a fuck machine. There was a rack of impact play instruments and other toys. I experienced each and every part of that dungeon during that weekend. I was completely dominated and degraded verbally, physically, and mentally. I can't count the number of orgasms I had or the times I screamed, cried, or begged both unmuffled and gagged. To keep check-ins with my husband as short as possible so as to not break from the mindset too much, I only had to say one phrase but there were times I struggled to surface from subspace to manage that. As I asked for, they tested everything but my hard limits. But they listened! During the first night, I accidentally used a safe signal while I was being chocked and they stopped for a second before I confirmed it was a mistake.

I frequently lost track of time, especially overnight when my husband had longer periods (so he could sleep) before check-ins. My mind was stuck on a cycle of pleasure and pain. I was never called by my name. I didn't feel human, just a fucktoy to be used and abused. There were times I was left alone, locked in the cage or to another equipment, or tied up. During short breaks outside of the basement, I was always leashed, blindfolded, and handcuffed as I was led outside to feel the air.

The ending was as sudden and unexpected as the start. It was right after another gangbang session and I was lying there exhausted, covered in cum, when my collar was suddenly taken off for the first time since it was put on and I was told that my husband was on his way. I was allowed to shower by myself for the first time and the water felt so cleansing. I don't know how long I stood there in the shower just feeling the water wash over me. But by the time I was done and felt truly clean for the first time since Friday morning, I had comfy, soft clothes waiting for me and I suddenly broke down and cried when my husband greeted me with a hug and kiss. We spent Sunday night just cuddling, talking. He was so gentle and loving in aftercare with me.

I’m not new to cnc but this was one of the most intense, degrading, and thrilling experiences of my life. Even though I called in sick on Monday and Tuesday to fully recover, I don't regret a single thing. This turned out to be a much longer post than I thought it would.