I've posted here on and off over the years with varying levels of success, but recently a nameless lady replied to one of my posts here and that set off some of the most insanely amazing and depraved encounters I've ever had. She put together a long and detailed scene write up of our second encounter, so enjoy everyone. Feel free to message me with questions or meetup inquiries ;)

Here is what I found when I entered the basement. Kudos to her and her friend for really setting the stage for an excellent encounter
https://imgur.com/a/Zl0khWm

The logistics of my scene were detailed; the supplies were set in advance; specific safety parameters put into place. 

The setting of the scene was my derelict basement, complete with an unfinished dirt floor, right out of a horror film. There were several wooden pillars, boarded-up windows, and plenty of cobwebs. 

The story was low concept, but exciting. I'm a sweet, slutty girl on the way to school, when all of a sudden I feel a rough hand my wrist and a rag on my mouth and nose, smell something sharp and sweet, and the world goes dark. I wake up hogtied, chained, gagged, hooded in a basement. The door to the basement is left ajar. Luckily for me, I'm "discovered" by a good Samaritan. Unluckily for me, he turns out to be not so good after all.

I wore red flannel pleated skirt, white crew socks and sneakers, a white collared button-down shirt with a school crest on the front pocket, the fabric stretched taught on my large breasts. His fetish, not mine, but I obliged because I like costumes. Besides, I thought I looked cute. I'd spent the morning before the scene taking a long bath, shaving my legs and cunt, and dolling up my face with shiny pink eyeshadow and thick, black winged eyeliner.

My conduit was a good friend of mine who had graciously come early to hogtie me and guard my basement door for the "hand off", so to speak. 

The scene begins with me in my silly school girl outfit, laying on a table on my stomach, hogtied with cuffs and chains, gagged and hooded. I can only see the outline of things and while I can breathe, I can't speak. I can only struggle and wait. My cunt is already wet in anticipation and I'm drooling, literally.

I know my conduit is in my front yard on duty, and that my good Samaritan is en route. I feel calm, ready. This is a scene I've been planning for weeks, dreaming of. 

But when the door to my basement opens and slams shut, the panic starts to set in. What if it's not my friend entering? What if it's someone else? I can only squirm on the table--I feel the cold metal chain on my ass, my pleated skirt hiking up. I start to mumble to get his attention. I hear nothing in response.

And then: "What do we have here?" 

I hear him walk to the table, and feel his strong hands gripping my legs, thighs, my ass. I'm fully freaking out now.

"Let me go! I don't know where I am," I mumble through my gag.

"Who did this to you? Don't worry, I'm here to help." 

I hear him take out a knife. 

"No, no, no, no, no," I sputter. Knives scare the shit out of me. He drags the dull edge of the blade up and down my leg and I can't help but freeze up, dissociating. I'm such a dumbass. I know he's going to kill me. I'm brought hurtling back to reality when he rips open my shirt and slices the straps of my bra with his blade, and gropes my breasts roughly. 

He walks behind me. I let out a muffled shriek when his hands reach my cunt. He pulls my white lacy underwear to the side and I feel his fingers probing me inside me, inspecting me. He uses his knife to rip the fabric of my panties. 

"I promise I'll unchain you. But how are you going to get away with a thumb in your ass?"

Suddenly, he shoves a thumb in me to the knuckle and rotates it. I had pre-lubed my ass but I was tight and he knew it. It hurt a little. It was only a taste of what was coming later. 

"What are all these?"  

He rips his thumb out and steps away from me, and I hear him walk to the side table of toys I've prepared nearby. I hear him pick something up but I can't tell exactly what it is until THWACK--I feel the burning sting of a rattan cane on my ass. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. My body jerks, I'm trying foolishly to dodge his swings by writhing, but it doesn't help. I feel welts forming where he struck me. When I think the torture over he cruelly sticks the tip of the cane into my ass and I bolt, kicking against my chains, but I'm stuck like a trussed up turkey. 

"Fuck you," I try to say. 

"What's that? I can't hear you. Do you have something in your mouth?"

He walks around to the front of the table. My head is leaning slightly off the edge, conveniently at hip-level. I think he's about to take my hood off when he only pulls it up for him to look at my gag, and I notice a metal bowl on the floor beneath me. The gag I'm wearing is like a strap-on, but in reverse--forcing a silicone cock into my mouth. 

He presses the palm of his hand against it over and over it, shoving it in my throat deeper and deeper. I feel like a turkey again, the sound I make almost gobbling the dildo. He finally unlocks the gag, pulling the dildo out of my mouth finally and I wetly gasp, "Please, let me go."

"What happened? How did you get here?"

"I don't know! I was walking to school and someone grabbed me and I ended up here, please, PLEASE, let me go, he could be coming back any moment--"

"Shh, I'm gonna let you go. It'll be ok," he says, unzipping his pants. It's not going to be ok. 

He shoves his cock in my mouth. God, he's big, and hard as a brick. I had played with him before and so I knew what to expect in terms of girth, and length...but it's still a shock when he holds my head down, and my air starts to run out. He pushes his cock so deep, the zipper of his jeans presses painfully into my nose. I gag and spit up a mix of water and snot, which drips onto the table and ground. I cry out and he slaps me hard. He starts pumping his cock into my mouth fiercely and I try to open my throat for his dick, trying to find space for it. Soon I'm lying in a puddle of my own slime and my hood is soaked. I'm being waterboarded by own spit. Using his knife, he tears open a hole for me to breathe for a moment before filling my mouth again with his gorgeous cock. In between thrusts I call out for him to stop.

"Shut up and puke." 

In and out, it feels like his dick is practically in my neck, and time stops as I gag and spit up, over and over, juicy and wet. I can barely breathe through the slime. When he pulls his cock out I know it can't be for any good reason. I hear him unwrapping a condom. He walks behind me and grabs my legs to pull me to the other end of the table, and starts fucking my cunt. I'm kicking against him, forcing his dick out of me, so he finally unchains my feet. This allows me to put my feet on the ground. I'm now bent over the table, with my hands chained behind my back. He pulls me back on his cock, pumping in my cunt for another minute, and then pushes me to my knees onto mats that I've placed on the ground next to the table. 

"Keep your ass up," he barks, bending me over. I'm trying to balance and tilt my ass up but I keep falling because my hands are chained behind me. He kicks my cunt with his dirty boot. I'm trying to get into the position he wants but I'm flailing pathetically, and so he grabs my waist to hoist my ass up while my face presses into a mat, my hood collecting more spit from the floor.

Without warning, he plunges his dick in my tight asshole. I scream. He doesn't care. He fucks me relentlessly. I realize I'm sobbing; I don't know when that started. He pulls out of my ass and tells me to get back on my knees and rips off my wet hood.

He looks so tall, standing above me. The expression on his face is cold, penetrating, but also amused. It's sickening. 

"You should see yourself." 

I wonder what I my makeup looks like. I feel like I've been dunked in drool. He pushes his dick towards my lips, still wearing the condom.

"But that was in my ass!" I cry and he smiles. 

"Your ass was very clean. Don't worry, it will only be for a second," he lies, and his dick is in the back of my throat again. 

I gag and choke as he pummels my skull. He was right about one thing--my ass is clean. I taste the latex of the condom and not much else, just a taste of plastic, slightly bitter. But the taste doesn't matter because whatever's in my stomach, I'm spurting around his cock, making a watery, silky mess all over my tits and skirt. He notices my wet tits, grabs the cane off the table, and starts smacking my breasts again, leaving bright red streaks on my flesh. I instinctively curl my body in self defense.

"Don't fucking move!" 

THWACK. My nipple burns! Every strike feels like he's going to break the cane. I wail with every strike and my tears are flowing generously. 

He eyes two water bottles that I had stashed in advance near the table. 

"Are you thirsty?" 

He opens the first bottle and tries to pour some water in my mouth. Well, it's not water--it's white gatorade diluted with water. Gatorade has sodium, which increases saliva production, and the white color is...organic-looking. I cough and spit the mixture out on the floor, and he pours it on my head and backhands me once, twice. I'm seeing stars and I'm dizzy. If he hits me any harder, I'm afraid I'll have to pause the scene. 

"Chug this, or I'll beat the shit out of you."

I believe him. Reluctantly, I open my mouth, and he carefully, almost gently, pours the liquid in a slow stream down my throat. I swallow, taking an opportunity to catch my breath. 

"Faster." He tilts the bottle into my mouth and I cough again. 

He makes me drink the whole bottle and hands me the metal bowl from under the table, with some droplets of my spit already collected at the bottom. 

"Make yourself puke and I'll stop hitting you."

Oh god. Hydrating mid-scene was my idea, something I wanted to experiment with to prevent puking pure stomach acid. So was the bowl to collect the puke. And this whole fucking set-up. What's wrong with me, I think, as I take a deep breath, and open my mouth as wide as my jaw can let me. I know he can feel exactly when the head of his cock squeezes past my uvula and into my pharynx because he groans primally and my throat constricts involuntarily. The white liquid I just drank launches out of my stomach in a violent spray, splattering down my chin. I manage to catch most of it in the bowl. I manage this majestic feat again. And again. It feels like the contents of my stomach are empty and I look down at amazement at my streaked, swollen tits, glistening and slimy. My pleated skirt is absolutely soaked. 

I look up at him triumphantly, but he smacks my cheek anyway, his palm landing on my jaw. 

"I lied."

I hate him. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" I sob.

I don't hear his response. I'm in a trance of adrenaline. He pushes me back onto the mat so that I'm laying on my back now--another brief moment of respite before OW. FUCKING FUCK. He's putting clothes pins on my labia and it hurts so fucking much. I'm scared that he'll put one on my clitoris. He puts a clothespin on each one of my nipples. 

He pulls off his pants. He's shirtless now and his swollen cock and heavy, hairy balls are sticking out of his boxers. He kneels over my face, as if he's about to mount me from a 69 position, and inserts his cock deep into my throat again, putting his weight on me. I can't see anything except his balls pressing in my face, and I can't breathe. I feel one of his fingers enter my ass again. The angle at which he's fucking my face makes it easy for his cock to trigger a geyser of watery puke, which sprays onto his balls and drenches my face. 

"If I feel one fucking tooth, you're going to get another finger in your ass."

It's pointless; my mouth is small and his dick is big! This is a game I can't win. I can feel the clothespins slipping off my tits and cunt as he keeps brutalizing my throat, and I don't think he notices because he doesn't put them back on. I don't remind him. I puke over and over; I can feel him sticking 2? 3 fingers in my ass? I can't tell anymore; my entire body hurts and it feels like I'm drowning again. He flips me over on my stomach, puts on another condom and inserts his cock in my ass a third time. At this point, my asshole swallows his cock. It almost feels good. He's thrusting hard, gripping my hair, groaning. I can hardly believe he hasn't orgasmed yet. This scene, which has lasted probably thirty minutes at this point, feels like an eternity.

He must have had the same thoughts because after several minutes of ass-fucking, he pushes me up to my feet, and orders me to walk towards a wooden pole (with the bowl in hand, and another bottle of diluted Gatorade). He makes me kneel on the floor with my back against the pole. He pulls off the condom and puts it in mouth. He's such a fucking asshole. I spit it out on the floor. He holds the Gatorade bottle in my direction.

I just want to get it over with it so I chug, and then he's off again, draining my stomach, forcing me to puke it all up in the bowl. He's punching his dick into the back of my throat violently and I just can't take it anymore. I whip my head to the side to get away from his cock, so he jerks off vigorously instead, the head of his cock nearly poking in my eye. Does he want to cum in my eyes?! I close them shut.

As he reaches the brink of orgasm, he plunges into my mouth for a final time and moans and I can feel semen pumping into my stomach. I puke more watery Gatorade, now mixed with his cum, into the bowl. 

But it's not over. With a horrible, evil grin, he gestures to the bowl.

"Now drink that."

He's so twisted! But it's why I like playing with him. I feel a wash of shame and humiliation come over me as I take the bowl to my lips and try to drink the mix of water and electrolytes and puke and cum. I can't keep it down and I puke it all up again. He picks up the hood from the ground, gross with slime and caked dirt and slips it over my head. The wet cloth feels cool, almost refreshing on my hot cheeks. In the darkness of the hood, I hear him walk towards the basement door, open it, and it slams shut. The room is silent. I'm left alone in my defiled state as the brutality of the scene dawns on me. But I'm unspeakably aroused. Exhausted, ashamed, spent, disgusted, bewildered...and my cunt is positively soaking. 

The last thought I have before I feel his hand pull the hood off me to begin aftercare, is what a pathetic, dirty slut I am...and I couldn't be happier.

FIN
The logistics of my scene were detailed; the supplies were set in advance; specific safety parameters put into place. 

The setting of the scene was my derelict basement, complete with an unfinished dirt floor, right out of a horror film. There were several wooden pillars, boarded-up windows, and plenty of cobwebs. 

The story was low concept, but exciting. I'm a sweet, slutty girl on the way to school, when all of a sudden I feel a rough hand my wrist and a rag on my mouth and nose, smell something sharp and sweet, and the world goes dark. I wake up hogtied, chained, gagged, hooded in a basement. The door to the basement is left ajar. Luckily for me, I'm "discovered" by a good Samaritan. Unluckily for me, he turns out to be not so good after all.

I wore red flannel pleated skirt, white crew socks and sneakers, a white collared button-down shirt with a school crest on the front pocket, the fabric stretched taught on my large breasts. His fetish, not mine, but I obliged because I like costumes. Besides, I thought I looked cute. I'd spent the morning before the scene taking a long bath, shaving my legs and cunt, and dolling up my face with shiny pink eyeshadow and thick, black winged eyeliner.

My conduit was a good friend of mine who had graciously come early to hogtie me and guard my basement door for the "hand off", so to speak. 

The scene begins with me in my silly school girl outfit, laying on a table on my stomach, hogtied with cuffs and chains, gagged and hooded. I can only see the outline of things and while I can breathe, I can't speak. I can only struggle and wait. My cunt is already wet in anticipation and I'm drooling, literally.

I know my conduit is in my front yard on duty, and that my good Samaritan is en route. I feel calm, ready. This is a scene I've been planning for weeks, dreaming of. 

But when the door to my basement opens and slams shut, the panic starts to set in. What if it's not my friend entering? What if it's someone else? I can only squirm on the table--I feel the cold metal chain on my ass, my pleated skirt hiking up. I start to mumble to get his attention. I hear nothing in response.

And then: "What do we have here?" 

I hear him walk to the table, and feel his strong hands gripping my legs, thighs, my ass. I'm fully freaking out now.

"Let me go! I don't know where I am," I mumble through my gag.

"Who did this to you? Don't worry, I'm here to help." 

I hear him take out a knife. 

"No, no, no, no, no," I sputter. Knives scare the shit out of me. He drags the dull edge of the blade up and down my leg and I can't help but freeze up, dissociating. I'm such a dumbass. I know he's going to kill me. I'm brought hurtling back to reality when he rips open my shirt and slices the straps of my bra with his blade, and gropes my breasts roughly. 

He walks behind me. I let out a muffled shriek when his hands reach my cunt. He pulls my white lacy underwear to the side and I feel his fingers probing me inside me, inspecting me. He uses his knife to rip the fabric of my panties. 

"I promise I'll unchain you. But how are you going to get away with a thumb in your ass?"

Suddenly, he shoves a thumb in me to the knuckle and rotates it. I had pre-lubed my ass but I was tight and he knew it. It hurt a little. It was only a taste of what was coming later. 

"What are all these?"  

He rips his thumb out and steps away from me, and I hear him walk to the side table of toys I've prepared nearby. I hear him pick something up but I can't tell exactly what it is until THWACK--I feel the burning sting of a rattan cane on my ass. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. My body jerks, I'm trying foolishly to dodge his swings by writhing, but it doesn't help. I feel welts forming where he struck me. When I think the torture over he cruelly sticks the tip of the cane into my ass and I bolt, kicking against my chains, but I'm stuck like a trussed up turkey. 

"Fuck you," I try to say. 

"What's that? I can't hear you. Do you have something in your mouth?"

He walks around to the front of the table. My head is leaning slightly off the edge, conveniently at hip-level. I think he's about to take my hood off when he only pulls it up for him to look at my gag, and I notice a metal bowl on the floor beneath me. The gag I'm wearing is like a strap-on, but in reverse--forcing a silicone cock into my mouth. 

He presses the palm of his hand against it over and over it, shoving it in my throat deeper and deeper. I feel like a turkey again, the sound I make almost gobbling the dildo. He finally unlocks the gag, pulling the dildo out of my mouth finally and I wetly gasp, "Please, let me go."

"What happened? How did you get here?"

"I don't know! I was walking to school and someone grabbed me and I ended up here, please, PLEASE, let me go, he could be coming back any moment--"

"Shh, I'm gonna let you go. It'll be ok," he says, unzipping his pants. It's not going to be ok. 

He shoves his cock in my mouth. God, he's big, and hard as a brick. I had played with him before and so I knew what to expect in terms of girth, and length...but it's still a shock when he holds my head down, and my air starts to run out. He pushes his cock so deep, the zipper of his jeans presses painfully into my nose. I gag and spit up a mix of water and snot, which drips onto the table and ground. I cry out and he slaps me hard. He starts pumping his cock into my mouth fiercely and I try to open my throat for his dick, trying to find space for it. Soon I'm lying in a puddle of my own slime and my hood is soaked. I'm being waterboarded by own spit. Using his knife, he tears open a hole for me to breathe for a moment before filling my mouth again with his gorgeous cock. In between thrusts I call out for him to stop.

"Shut up and puke." 

In and out, it feels like his dick is practically in my neck, and time stops as I gag and spit up, over and over, juicy and wet. I can barely breathe through the slime. When he pulls his cock out I know it can't be for any good reason. I hear him unwrapping a condom. He walks behind me and grabs my legs to pull me to the other end of the table, and starts fucking my cunt. I'm kicking against him, forcing his dick out of me, so he finally unchains my feet. This allows me to put my feet on the ground. I'm now bent over the table, with my hands chained behind my back. He pulls me back on his cock, pumping in my cunt for another minute, and then pushes me to my knees onto mats that I've placed on the ground next to the table. 

"Keep your ass up," he barks, bending me over. I'm trying to balance and tilt my ass up but I keep falling because my hands are chained behind me. He kicks my cunt with his dirty boot. I'm trying to get into the position he wants but I'm flailing pathetically, and so he grabs my waist to hoist my ass up while my face presses into a mat, my hood collecting more spit from the floor.

Without warning, he plunges his dick in my tight asshole. I scream. He doesn't care. He fucks me relentlessly. I realize I'm sobbing; I don't know when that started. He pulls out of my ass and tells me to get back on my knees and rips off my wet hood.

He looks so tall, standing above me. The expression on his face is cold, penetrating, but also amused. It's sickening. 

"You should see yourself." 

I wonder what I my makeup looks like. I feel like I've been dunked in drool. He pushes his dick towards my lips, still wearing the condom.

"But that was in my ass!" I cry and he smiles. 

"Your ass was very clean. Don't worry, it will only be for a second," he lies, and his dick is in the back of my throat again. 

I gag and choke as he pummels my skull. He was right about one thing--my ass is clean. I taste the latex of the condom and not much else, just a taste of plastic, slightly bitter. But the taste doesn't matter because whatever's in my stomach, I'm spurting around his cock, making a watery, silky mess all over my tits and skirt. He notices my wet tits, grabs the cane off the table, and starts smacking my breasts again, leaving bright red streaks on my flesh. I instinctively curl my body in self defense.

"Don't fucking move!" 

THWACK. My nipple burns! Every strike feels like he's going to break the cane. I wail with every strike and my tears are flowing generously. 

He eyes two water bottles that I had stashed in advance near the table. 

"Are you thirsty?" 

He opens the first bottle and tries to pour some water in my mouth. Well, it's not water--it's white gatorade diluted with water. Gatorade has sodium, which increases saliva production, and the white color is...organic-looking. I cough and spit the mixture out on the floor, and he pours it on my head and backhands me once, twice. I'm seeing stars and I'm dizzy. If he hits me any harder, I'm afraid I'll have to pause the scene. 

"Chug this, or I'll beat the shit out of you."

I believe him. Reluctantly, I open my mouth, and he carefully, almost gently, pours the liquid in a slow stream down my throat. I swallow, taking an opportunity to catch my breath. 

"Faster." He tilts the bottle into my mouth and I cough again. 

He makes me drink the whole bottle and hands me the metal bowl from under the table, with some droplets of my spit already collected at the bottom. 

"Make yourself puke and I'll stop hitting you."

Oh god. Hydrating mid-scene was my idea, something I wanted to experiment with to prevent puking pure stomach acid. So was the bowl to collect the puke. And this whole fucking set-up. What's wrong with me, I think, as I take a deep breath, and open my mouth as wide as my jaw can let me. I know he can feel exactly when the head of his cock squeezes past my uvula and into my pharynx because he groans primally and my throat constricts involuntarily. The white liquid I just drank launches out of my stomach in a violent spray, splattering down my chin. I manage to catch most of it in the bowl. I manage this majestic feat again. And again. It feels like the contents of my stomach are empty and I look down at amazement at my streaked, swollen tits, glistening and slimy. My pleated skirt is absolutely soaked. 

I look up at him triumphantly, but he smacks my cheek anyway, his palm landing on my jaw. 

"I lied."

I hate him. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" I sob.

I don't hear his response. I'm in a trance of adrenaline. He pushes me back onto the mat so that I'm laying on my back now--another brief moment of respite before OW. FUCKING FUCK. He's putting clothes pins on my labia and it hurts so fucking much. I'm scared that he'll put one on my clitoris. He puts a clothespin on each one of my nipples. 

He pulls off his pants. He's shirtless now and his swollen cock and heavy, hairy balls are sticking out of his boxers. He kneels over my face, as if he's about to mount me from a 69 position, and inserts his cock deep into my throat again, putting his weight on me. I can't see anything except his balls pressing in my face, and I can't breathe. I feel one of his fingers enter my ass again. The angle at which he's fucking my face makes it easy for his cock to trigger a geyser of watery puke, which sprays onto his balls and drenches my face. 

"If I feel one fucking tooth, you're going to get another finger in your ass."

It's pointless; my mouth is small and his dick is big! This is a game I can't win. I can feel the clothespins slipping off my tits and cunt as he keeps brutalizing my throat, and I don't think he notices because he doesn't put them back on. I don't remind him. I puke over and over; I can feel him sticking 2? 3 fingers in my ass? I can't tell anymore; my entire body hurts and it feels like I'm drowning again. He flips me over on my stomach, puts on another condom and inserts his cock in my ass a third time. At this point, my asshole swallows his cock. It almost feels good. He's thrusting hard, gripping my hair, groaning. I can hardly believe he hasn't orgasmed yet. This scene, which has lasted probably thirty minutes at this point, feels like an eternity.

He must have had the same thoughts because after several minutes of ass-fucking, he pushes me up to my feet, and orders me to walk towards a wooden pole (with the bowl in hand, and another bottle of diluted Gatorade). He makes me kneel on the floor with my back against the pole. He pulls off the condom and puts it in mouth. He's such a fucking asshole. I spit it out on the floor. He holds the Gatorade bottle in my direction.

I just want to get it over with it so I chug, and then he's off again, draining my stomach, forcing me to puke it all up in the bowl. He's punching his dick into the back of my throat violently and I just can't take it anymore. I whip my head to the side to get away from his cock, so he jerks off vigorously instead, the head of his cock nearly poking in my eye. Does he want to cum in my eyes?! I close them shut.

As he reaches the brink of orgasm, he plunges into my mouth for a final time and moans and I can feel semen pumping into my stomach. I puke more watery Gatorade, now mixed with his cum, into the bowl. 

But it's not over. With a horrible, evil grin, he gestures to the bowl.

"Now drink that."

He's so twisted! But it's why I like playing with him. I feel a wash of shame and humiliation come over me as I take the bowl to my lips and try to drink the mix of water and electrolytes and puke and cum. I can't keep it down and I puke it all up again. He picks up the hood from the ground, gross with slime and caked dirt and slips it over my head. The wet cloth feels cool, almost refreshing on my hot cheeks. In the darkness of the hood, I hear him walk towards the basement door, open it, and it slams shut. The room is silent. I'm left alone in my defiled state as the brutality of the scene dawns on me. But I'm unspeakably aroused. Exhausted, ashamed, spent, disgusted, bewildered...and my cunt is positively soaking. 

The last thought I have before I feel his hand pull the hood off me to begin aftercare, is what a pathetic, dirty slut I am...and I couldn't be happier.

FIN