No Matter What Comes Through That Porn Gate, Stand Your Ground! (Part 1)

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What the fuck have I done? I thought to myself as Catherine locked the final BDSM cuff around my wrist and bound me to the bed. I was trapped and completely at her perverted ‘’mercy’’, if she even had any, to begin with. 

But it was too late to turn back now. I’d come all this way and had vowed to prove myself as a worthy Gooner to Catherine in any way she saw fit, and this is where her warped imagination had brought me. 

It all started when I read about Catherine’s new BDSM cottage in rural Southern Ireland. As someone who spends hours each day pumping my cock and ass to the sight of Femdom porn, I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees within it and serve her. 

After reaching out to her on Adult Friend Finder, I was overjoyed to find my request was accepted. I just had to wait for Catherine to return to Ireland from a work trip abroad, and my servitude would begin.

Now, after a short flight over the Irish Sea and an introductory meal with Catherine, here I was, bound and starfished to a large bed in the dungeon room of her cottage with an open-mouth gag in, a safeword set, and extreme porn playing on a large TV on the wall. 

‘’Take these, you cheap cunt!’’ Catherine said, handing me some little blue pills to keep my cock as hard as possible, ‘’Let’s make sure your cock doesn’t give out in the next few hours, shall we?’’

Around both of my ankles, Catherine had stuffed a bundle of condoms behind an elastic band. On the jet-black bedside table next to me, a large bottle of sperm-colored lube had been strategically placed. What the fuck was she planning?

Truthfully, I had no idea what was coming. All I had to defend myself was a safeword to tap out if it all got too much, and if I used it, I’d be sent packing. Then, with a fiery look in her perverted eyes, Catherine leaned in to ask me something.

‘’No matter what comes through that door, stand your ground, earn their respect, and you’ll be duly rewarded.’’ Catherine slurred before rounding off with a sharp bite of my ear that made me squeal through my open-mouth gag.

It reminded me of the line from the final Lord of the Rings movie delivered before the Soldiers of Gondor face off against armored cave trolls. Little did I know that the sexual carnage that was about to come was just as chaotic as the iconic scene. 

My name is Adam, and this is my story. 

The Goonettes are Coming…

The look Catherine gave me before leaving the room gave me goosebumps. It was an almost sympathetic look that said, ‘’If only you knew what was coming.’’ I felt my heart racing as I listened to her heels click-clack across the concrete floor and close the door behind the bed. 

For around an hour, I lay there helplessly, drooling down my chin from the open-mouth gag and watching extreme porn on the screen as the little blue pills took effect and turned my cock into a steel-like tent pole I couldn’t do anything about.

As nightfall began to fall on this isolated Irish cottage, I could hear Catherine watching Dogfart porn in another room of the cottage before the sound of approaching cars began to near the cottage. The apprehension of what was to come was too much to put into words. 

With my eyes fixed on my pre-cum leaking dick, I listened intently to try and figure out what was happening outside. I could hear the ecstatic voices of different women greeting Catherine like long-time friends who hadn’t seen each other for ages. 

*pop!* Came the opening of Prosecco bottles mixed with laughter. The women’s voices sounded like a diverse blend of backgrounds, from 18+ younger ladies to more mature women in their fifties or upwards, as well as being a mixture of posh, working class, and regional accents. 

I bucked my hips helplessly as the porn on the TV escalated. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my fist around my Goon Stick and pump it into edging ecstasy, but I was pathetically bound to this bed with a waterproof bedsheet underneath me. 

Another two hours had passed, and the voices and laughter through the wall were growing louder and more rowdy. The girls sounded like they were drinking heavily, and the unmistakable sound of the porn they were all watching was still seeping through the wall. 

‘’So… We Can Do… Anything We Want?’’

I began to sweat when I heard the voices approaching closer and growing louder. Without warning, I heard the door of my dungeon fly open, and I cringed at my helpless position to these people whom I couldn’t see. 

Because the door was behind me and I was firmly tied down and spread-eagled to the bed, I could only look forward at the porn on the screen and listen to what was happening behind me with an anxious lump in my throat. 

‘’Ohh, Catherine!’’ Said one of the older-sounding women, ‘’You do know how to spoil us! He looks like fun!’’

‘’Nice… Nice cock,’’ a slightly more awkward and anxious-sounding, albeit curious, female voice uttered, ‘’So… we can do anything we want to him?’’

‘’Yep,’’ I heard Catherine say confidently, ‘’He’s got a safeword; let’s see who can get him to squeal it, shall we? He’s all yours, girls. The door is unlocked all night, so use him like a sex toy whenever you feel your cunts need attention.’’

Drunken laughter and chatter followed. I heard the door slam as the women made their way back to the living room to drink more and watch porn. 

Well, that’s what I thought. You see, one of the women, the awkward-sounding one who had complimented my fuck stick, had stayed behind and was lurking behind me silently. I only realized I wasn’t alone by the sound of her rubbing her exposed cunt and the smell of lust.

Little did I know that her anxious exterior hid a level of eye-opening sexual fury that almost pushed me to scream out my safeword before the real carnage began. 

What is about to follow isn’t for the faint-hearted. You can read part II, which covers my ordeal at the mercy of Catherine’s Goonette acolytes, here. Prepare yourself.

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