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undergroundsea -> RE: Femdom Strap-On Gangbang (6/5/2007 8:13:11 PM)
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Here is my femdom strap-on gangbang fantasy!
So one day, fifteen women show up at my house! Yes, fifteen! I stand by the door awaiting the arrival of each so that it's not necessary to ring the door bell. As each walks in, she slaps me--it's their way to say hello. How sweet! I love them all.
Then after a while, one says, "let's get started with strap-on gang bang!" A bunch of them cheer. A few of them continue chatting amongst themselves with a golf clap. One is going through my collection of Home Cooking on the coffee table. One was working on the split ends in her hair.
So the woman who made the announcement gives me her car keys and asks me to bring in the duffle bag from her car which has the strap-on gear. I walk out to the car, my feet heavier than those of a deep water diver in boots Cuba Gooding Jr wore in whatever that movie was. I start to go through the names in my head, and do math about how long this will take.
"Let's average one hour per woman. That's fifteen hours. Fifteen second break between each. That's three and a half minutes. Fifteen hours and three and a half minutes! Oh boy."
I shake my head and press on the car alarm remote until one car responds. There is no button to open the trunk so I open the driver side door and pull the lever that releases the trunk. As I do so, I notice there is a DVD set of Wonder Woman reruns on the passenger seat. "Gosh, she's weird," I think to myself.
I close the door and walk to the trunk. As I raise it, I am startled. There is a man inside with bound ankles and hands, and duct tape on his mouth! On the duct tape is scribbled a saying I recognize from a t-shirt,"silence is golden but duct tape is silver."
I say, "Hi, how's it going, I'm Sea." He just makes muffled sounds and winks at me. The trunk has miscellaneous items around him: a case of cokes, running shoes, rope, and a duffle bag. I grab the duffle bag. It is heavy! "Holy crap," I say, "how big are the dildos if this bag weighs so much?" The man makes muffled sounds again. I think the bastard was laughing.
"I'll give you something to laugh about," I think to myself. Before closing the trunk, I fart in it. I then return to the house. All the women pause to look as I walk in with the duffle bag.
"Good Boy," says the woman as I hand her the car keys and set the bag at her feet. Everyone watches as she opens the duffle. "Zippppp." She unzips the bag in one fluid motion. "What?" she says with a confused look on her face as she pulls out a flogger from her bag. "Oh shit! Don't tell me. Shit! I grabbed the wrong duffle bag!" she says looking up from the bag.
The other women look at her blankly.
"Does anyone else have a strap-on?"
They collectively shrug in sync and say in a unison voice, "Nope, not me." Then there is silence.
"May I interject?" I ask.
"You may," they all respond in a unison voice
"Shall we be optimists and make the most out of the situation? We have a bag here full of wonderful toys!"
"That's right," all the women say in a unison voice, "let's have him make us tea and give us foot rubs and then we will beat his ass."
Everyone cheers! There is loud, thunderous applause and high fives!
No one ever leaves the house. We keep ordering pizza when we get hungry. And we all live happily ever after.
Sorry if you were waiting to read about some steamy strap-on action ;-)
Cheers,
Sea
ps The gimp was a Houdini of sorts, much like those subs reported in the past on this forum, and escaped from the car. So he was fine and no animals were hurt in this fantasy.
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