In an unusual moment of weakness, I let a Redditor convince me that it would be a good idea to let him dress me up in my sisters wedding dress and turn me into his personal fucktoy for the night. This is not something i usually do, it works better when I wear it for myself, not for some internet stranger, but he made a good case, so we gave it a go, this is a loose retelling of Wednesday night...

I put on the lingerie and heels, Miss Benin from Christian Louboutin in white satin. The lingerie is a hand made set, I wore the thong and the suspender belt, along with a pair of white stockings. I did my makeup, exactly how he wanted it, copying a photo he sent me. I was about to do the same with my hair but he had other plans.

Last weekend he had me take the key of my favourite locking butt plug and leave it somewhere else. Its currently on the keyring of keys for my apartment that I keep at my parents house, should I need them. He had me insert the plug, locking it into my tight little arse, feeling the four petals expand and stretch me.

We discussed names, he said I should call him master and that he would call me his fucktoy. Once the makeup was done, he had me finger fuck my pussy until the thong was soaked, but then he wouldn't let me stop, he made me edge myself before stopping and styling my hair. When I was almost done, he requested that I sit on a vibrator until I was finished, edging once more.

As I was putting away the things I had used, I Look back at my laptop and see that he has asked me kneel in front of the chair and lick my juices from it. There is a distinct puddle where I was sat. It shocks me, but its a huge turn on to be so filthy.

After clarifying the rules for the evening, he requested that I do the following:

Take the spare plug key and freeze it in a glass of water. By dressing up in your sister's wedding dress you agreed to become a fucktoy for my pleasure and entertainment. I want you to tie the magic wand to your thigh, making sure it is firmly pressing against your pussy and buzzing with a speed just weak enough so you can't orgasm, no matter how long the toy is there. After you do that, put on the dress.

It was hard work, rising to the brink or orgasm over and over again while trying to get myself into the rather awkward dress, but I managed. Although I did spend ten minutes on my knees, barely able to move for fear of an unexpected orgasm. I also put on very long, white satin gloves, to complete the look.

He was a little disappointed that it took so long to put the dress on and I think it may have escalated the situation a little. He had me get on all fours, then crawl to a large mirror where I should attach my largest dildo, a semi realistic, 11 inch silicon monster. He had me jerk it with both hands while I looked at myself, then take the tip into my mouth, removing one hand before sucking it deeper, covering it in my saliva before jerking it again with my gloved hands.

Then he had me place my hands on the mirror, before deep throating it all the way down and holding it there until he told me to stop. I was not able to last as long as he wished. As punishment, he had me hold my phone where I could see our chat, then fuck the dildo with my throat over and over again until he told me to stop. This was much more manageable, but by no means easy. By the time I was allowed to stop, my jaw and neck ached.

He had me lick and suck up all the saliva I could find before spitting it onto the mirror and using it to write my sisters name, then I saw a message that made my heart skip a beat

"Now I'm going to destroy your pretty face. Deepthroat it 30 times, For every deepthroat, you will grab the dildo and rub it all over your slutty face. You know how much you need to be made into a filthy mess."

This was UNREAL, I was a huge mess after the first five, by the time I had done 30, makeup was everywhere, my hands were covered in saliva, my face was a mess, I could barely see and replying to his messages was hard with wet, gloved hands. Then he had me immediately depethroat it 30 more times, quickly, before admiring myself in the mirror.

I have never seen anything like it, hair stuck to my face, eyelashes clumped together, droll dripping from my chin onto the dress. It was an ungodly mess and I loved it.

Then a series of three messages arrive:

Grab the phone and crawl away down the aisle. We want your parents and sister to see, don't we?I'll walk my fucktoy with a collar and leash, showing everyone what a cumslut you are.Unlock your phone and call your sister. Talk for five second then say you meant to call someone else.

My hands were shaking as I called her, it rang and rang before going to voicemail. I hung up quickly, relieved. By this time the wand had been doing its work, I was a mess, i was shaking and desperate to orgasm, I ask, but I am denied.

Instead, I am asked to take a gag, coat it in my pussy juices and put it in my mouth. Then to make my way to the dining table and handcuff my ankles to the legs. Then to bend forward and cuff my wrists, so I am laid on the table, but still able to reply to messages.

He asks me to turn the wand up to 7/10 and start to video myself on my phone. I start to beg for orgasms, this time he says yes, but I need to orgasm 7 times before I am allowed to free myself from this glorious torture. I ask to turn up the vibrator, my hands trembling as I struggle to type, he lets me put it to 9/10. He has me turn the intensity up and down as I orgasm over and over again.

I realise the time, its hours past when I am usually asleep. But still he wants more, we're only on 5 orgasms. I ask to stop, but he says I owe him one more. I can barely concentrate and I have no idea what I am replying to or agreeing to anymore. He asks me how I am feeling, the exact message:

my legs are shaking, my body hurts,
my face is mess, theer is makeup and drool on everything
i can just about type if. Ihold my breath for a moment

The typos show where my mind was at in that moment. I was a mess, physically and mentally. I push myself to get the last few orgasms, then as soon as I hit 8, turn off the wand and untie myself. I sit down, still cuffed to the chair, without the energy to unfasten the restraints. I end the conversation, well aware that I probably shouldn't go to bed like this. Its 11pm.

Once I get my breath back, I head for the bathroom to shower. Taking the key out the freezer on my way past. I leave the plug in my arse for the moment, enjoying the weight of it as I walk. I take off the dress and lingerie, leaving everything in a pile on the floor. I soak under the hot water for god knows how long before making my way out, I dry myself and lay down on my bed for a moment, reflecting on what just happens. My pussy gets wet again as I play the night back in my mind. I have one more orgasm, my fingers gently rubbing my clit, my arse clenching the butt plug as I orgasm. Then I pass out.

I wake with a start at 3am, the plug is still locked in my arse and its very uncomfortable. That was a huge mistake! I unlock it and remove it, groaning in discomfort as the large metal bulb leaves my tightest hole.

I eventually woke up at 7am, after ignoring my alarm. The pile of messy, white clothes brings all the memories flooding right back and I can't wait to do it again some other time, although, I think it is more fun when I do it solo. After writing it out, I'm sat here with a wet pussy, so its time to go and take care of that. If you read all this and liked it, please drop me a message and let me know what you think, I'm always looking for new ideas.