Thursday, September 27, 2012

Truth or Dare

One of the fantasies I have is to do naughty things while other people watch. But realistically, there's probably no way to do that safely and legally. XD; Also, there's the issue of being way too shy to actually go through with it. A lot of my fantasies involve things I wouldn't be brave enough to really do. But I wrote a thing today, inspired by that idea:

It could maybe be a group of pervy friends. Maybe it started out as a regular party and someone suggests playing truth or dare, after everyone's had a few drinks. The dares would start out innocently enough, but then someone might jokingly suggest the next dare be to remove some clothing. As this somehow gains no objections, the dares continue to become more perverted; until someone dares me to show everyone how I masturbate.

Feeling nervous, I quickly down the rest of whatever I was drinking and look around at everyone. The stripping portion of the dares went on for a while, so most of us are down to at least undergarments. It is the same for myself, wearing only stockings, garter belt, panties, and bra. I notice that attached to one guy's abandoned trousers is a chained wallet, so I ask to borrow it. Confused, but compliant, he unhooks the chain portion and gives it to me.

Setting it aside for the moment, I pull down the front of my bra, so that my breasts are exposed, but still nicely supported. I rub my nipples until they harden, while trying to ignore my flushed face and the leering crowd. Next, I slide off my panties, leaving the garter belt and stockings in place. Taking the wallet chain, I first use my tongue to wet it; then I kneel down on the coffee table and run it betwen my labia, each link hitting my clit as I pull it back and forth. The chain's owner looks shocked at first, then switches to blushing deeply. He'll never be able to look at it again, without remembering what I did to it.

The bumps of the chain feel good, better than using fingers; and the way I pant, moan, and grind again it ensures that every knows just how good it is. By the time I climax, it is completely covered in my juices. I dare the next person to taste it.

As the night progresses and the dares and truths become even naughtier and everyone aware of my fetishes and fantasies; eventually maybe I'll end up in bondage. Arms tied behind my back, blindfolded, gagged, large vibrator stuffed in each hole, with a tight crotch rope, so they can't slide out; helpless to defend myself, as anyone in the room is free to touch me however they please. They grope my breasts and ass. Someone with a "wet and messy" fetish rubs honey all over my body, licking the sticky goo off my nipples, and then pouring more onto them. Everyone takes photos, and then leaves me like that while the game continues.

Eventually, all those drinks start to catch up with me, and I feel the need to pee. But I'm still gagged, so I can't ask to be untied. So I just start to squirm in my seat, and try to make noises to get someone's attention, but they mistake my muffled voice for moans and think I'm just reacting to the vibrators which are still buzzing away inside me. As the need to go intensifies, my face reddens, I squeeze my legs together, and moan each time I feel a sort of surge in my bladder. It is my hope that if I can hold it in long enough, someone will eventually untie me. Eventually, one person realizes my problem, but isn't ready to let me go yet, so they don't tell anyone else. Instead, they act like they think I'm thirsty, and pour water into my mouth, through the holes in the gag, forcing my head back so that it doesn't just drool back out, and giving me no choice but to swallow. They continue this process with an entire bottle of water, commenting mockingly at how thirsty I must have been. My muffled protests are interpreted as a request for more to drink, but right as I start to feel like I might burst, someone else catches on and sets me free.

So I don't ruin the couch.
The end. XD;


So question:
If you were playing truth or dare with a group or naughty people, what would you ask/dare?