Confession of a Submissive on an Extreme Night

It all began in the pool of a house we had rented for the weekend. We were all adults, over thirty, and for some time my husband, Diego, and I had been playing with the idea of taking my submission further. It wasn’t a new fantasy, but that afternoon it stopped being a private conversation and became something real.

I was swimming alone when Bruno appeared on the terrace. He took off his shirt unhurriedly, grabbed the lubricant from a table, and got into the water with me. He kissed me as if he already had permission to do everything, and I answered by sinking my fingers into the nape of his neck while his hands roamed over me underwater.

First he touched my breasts, squeezing them with a confidence that made me moan against his mouth. Then one hand moved between my legs and found my wet, hot pussy, open for him. I had been wearing a small plug since morning, and when his fingers played with the base, I shuddered so hard that I had to grab the edge of the pool.

—You like being prepared, don’t you? —he murmured.

—Yes —I said, unable to pretend to be calm—. I like it very much.

We climbed out dripping wet, and he made me bend over a lounge chair. He spread my buttocks, applied more lubricant, and pushed the plug in slowly, pulling it out and sliding it back in until my ass began to give way. The sun warmed my back, but what had me trembling was the sensation of being opened on a terrace where any of the others could appear.

And they did. Diego arrived first, with that calm look that made me obedient, and behind him came Ramiro, my boss, who already knew part of our games. Neither of them asked anything. They came closer and touched me as if my body were the center of the afternoon, and I opened my mouth before they even asked.

I sucked all three of their cocks in turns, on my knees on the hot wood. Diego held my hair, Bruno caressed my ass, and Ramiro pushed his fingers into my mouth whenever I pulled away to breathe. I could taste the salt of their cocks, feel the wetness on my chin and the weight of their hands guiding me, and I was aroused by knowing that my husband was watching every gesture.

I brought a glass from the table and set it aside.

—I want them to come here —I told them—. Everything. Don’t waste a drop.

That turned them on even more. Diego pressed me against the edge of the pool and fucked me vaginally while Bruno kissed me and Ramiro offered me his cock so I could keep sucking. My husband began with slow, deep thrusts, setting a rhythm that made me spread my legs wider. Every time he sank all the way in, I moaned around Ramiro’s cock and felt myself losing control of my own breathing.

Bruno didn’t take long to claim his turn. He laid me on my back on the lounge chair, lifted my legs, and fucked me hard, one hand around my throat and the other squeezing a tit. Diego stayed beside my face, stroking my hair while I jerked him off, and Ramiro played with my ass, sliding the plug in and out until I was begging for more.

—Tell me what you want —Diego ordered.

—I want them to use me —I answered—. I want them to open me all the way.

After eating something, while they continued touching me under the table, I told them about Iván, a man I had been with the night before. I changed the name in my head even then, as if I needed to maintain the smallest distance from reality, but desire had no distance. I told them I could call him, that I wanted to feel him again, especially in my ass.

Diego smiled and handed me the phone. I called him with my fingers still stained with lubricant.

—If you want to come fuck me for a while, come now —I told him.

When Iván arrived, the other three were gathered around me as if the afternoon had been designed for that very purpose. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a calmness that made me nervous. I knelt as soon as he came in, lowered his zipper, and sucked his cock until it grew completely hard in my mouth.

Diego offered him some juice, and I kissed him, still tasting Iván on my tongue.

—Three conditions —I told him, looking him in the eyes—: hard, deep, and without mercy. And when you come, the glass.

Iván didn’t waste any time. He pushed me against the terrace wall, lifted one of my legs, and put his cock in my ass with such pressure that it tore a cry from me. I was lubricated and open, but even so I felt him splitting me open slowly, inch by inch, until he pressed his pelvis against my buttocks. I was left breathless.

—Like that —I panted—. Don’t stop.

He fucked me against the wall first, with sharp thrusts that made my palms smack against the tiles. Then he took me to the outdoor furniture, bent me over the cushions, and kept fucking my ass while I looked at Diego, Bruno, and Ramiro with eyes full of tears of pleasure. They watched, aroused, until I couldn’t keep quiet.

—Are you going to stand there watching, or are you going to fuck me too?

They all came closer. Diego stood in front of my mouth, Ramiro offered me his hand so I could jerk him off, and Bruno positioned himself behind Iván, waiting for his turn. Iván pulled out of my ass and penetrated me vaginally, brutally, sliding through the mixture of lubricant and my arousal. Diego filled my mouth, and Bruno, after preparing my anus with more lubricant, entered slowly behind me.

I felt one cock in my mouth, another in my vagina, and another opening my ass. My whole body trembled. Ramiro held one of my hands over his penis and told me to keep going, not to stop touching him. I moaned helplessly, drooling over Diego, feeling every hole filled and that pressure carrying me to a place where only heat, rhythm, and orders existed.

They came into the glass in turns. Some inside me before pulling out, others directly onto the glass, and I watched the thick liquid collect with a mixture of shame and hunger. When the glass was half full, Diego added vodka, brought it to my lips, and I drank without leaving a drop.

Later, Ramiro and Iván left. I remained with Diego and Bruno, exhausted, wet, and sensitive all over. My husband took out the wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, and a black collar. He put them on me one by one, calmly, and that simple ceremony returned me to my place as a submissive.

They fucked me several times during the night. Diego held my wrists above my head while Bruno fucked me from behind, and then they switched, one in my mouth and the other between my legs. They made me come so many times that I lost count. When Diego slept for a while, Bruno continued with me, slower at first, kissing my back, and then harder, until he left me trembling on the damp sheets.

At dawn, Diego returned with a blanket. I slept a little between the two of them, and when I woke up I went to the bathroom, washed my mouth, and returned to the room naked. I kissed my husband first, deeply, grateful for the way he knew how to take me to the limit. Then I kissed Bruno and lowered myself between his legs.

I gave them both oral sex, alternating my mouth between their hard cocks. I climbed on top of Diego and rode him slowly, feeling him fill me again, while Bruno positioned himself behind me. With more lubricant and patience, he penetrated my ass at the same time my husband thrust upward from below. The double penetration tore a long, almost hoarse moan from me, and I came bent over Diego’s chest while they continued moving inside me.

We had a late breakfast, as if we were normal people, and afterward we went back to fucking. Bruno left around seven, and Diego and I spent the rest of the day between naps, showers, and slow sex. I walked with weak, spread legs, sore in a way that made me smile.

That night, when I returned from running a few errands, Diego was waiting for me with a new box on the bed.

—We have somewhere to go —he said.

I didn’t ask many questions. He put a large-ball anal dilator in me, one ball at a time, until my ass was full and throbbing. Then he fucked me anally, hard, pressing me against the mattress, and gave me a thick-based dildo so I could sit on it myself. I obeyed. I put it on the floor, crouched over it, and began lowering myself, feeling it open me again while Diego ordered me to go faster.

Before we left, he put a ball plug in my ass and large Ben Wa balls in my vagina. He helped me into a complete, tight-fitting black latex suit with a front zipper, and took pictures of me for the men. Then, before getting into the car, he leaned me against the door, opened the zipper, and replaced the Ben Wa balls with a vaginal vibrator. He zipped me up again, gave me a long coat, and drove to an elegant restaurant.

During dinner, Diego turned the vibrator on and off from his phone. I squeezed my thighs together, bit the rim of my glass, and pretended to read the menu while pleasure climbed up my back. Across from us sat a man alone, in his thirties, muscular, wearing a white shirt and watching curiously. Diego slipped me a message under the table.

«Do you want to be my sexual submissive all night?»

I answered without hesitation: «Yes. Give me lots of pleasure, hard and deep.»

The next message made me tremble more than the vibrator. He ordered me to approach the man, tell him to follow me to the bathroom downstairs, and ask him to fuck my ass with a condom. When Diego turned the intensity all the way up, I got to my feet, barely able to walk.

I sat down across from the stranger and showed him the message. He read it, looked at me, looked at Diego, and swallowed.

—Do you really want that? —he asked quietly.

—Yes —I answered—. In the bathroom downstairs. Hard.

We went down the emergency staircase. I took off my coat, and he stood motionless when he saw me in latex, the zipper slightly open and the plug outlining my ass. I put a condom in his hand, leaned against the wall, and asked him to lower the zipper.

He removed the plug carefully, but when he entered, he went straight in. His penis was ordinary, firm, enough to make me moan with my body still sensitive from the previous night. He fucked me on the stairs, one hand on my waist and the other covering my mouth when my moans grew too loud.

In the bathroom I put another condom on him, and he pushed his cock into my ass again. Diego turned on the vibrator from upstairs just as the man sped up, and I had a powerful orgasm, bent over the sink, latex clinging to my body and my legs trembling. We did it a third time before he helped me put the plug back in and zip up the suit.

When I returned to the table, Diego didn’t even pretend to be surprised.

—How many times? —he asked.

—Three.

—All the way in?

—Yes, sir.

—Then get ready. Tonight is only just beginning.

Afterward he took me to a BDSM hotel called El Umbral. An older, strong man dressed in black was waiting in the room, tasked with tying me up however Diego wanted. My husband unzipped the suit, removed the toys I was carrying inside, and penetrated my ass right there, standing up, as if he needed to mark me before handing me over to the rest of the night.

There was a fuck machine with two large dildos. When I saw it, my mouth went dry.

—Is that for me?

—For you —Diego said—. So you don’t forget who’s in charge.

They led me to a pillory where I put my head and hands. They closed the wooden piece, leaving me bent over and exposed, my legs spread. They positioned one tip in front of my vagina and another against my ass, lubricated everything, and turned the machine on at low speed. The first entry made me scream. The second made me push backward.

The artificial cocks moved in and out with merciless precision. My husband slapped my buttocks with an open hand, and every blow made me clench around the dildos. They gradually increased the speed until I could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure. I came with my forehead pressed against the wood, drooling, while Diego put his cock in my mouth and forced me to take it down my throat.

Then he removed the latex suit completely. They left me naked, crossed ropes over my chest, waist, and thighs, and placed me in front of the machine again. He fucked me for so long that I lost track of the minutes. I came, they lowered the speed, I recovered a little, and then they raised it again until they tore another orgasm from me.

When they finally untied me, they blindfolded me and put a gag in my mouth that kept it open. They knelt me down with my hands fastened to the collar. At first I felt only hands: on my breasts, on my buttocks, between my legs, checking how wet and open I was. Then the first cock entered my mouth.

Another pressed against my ass. Cold lubricant, hot pressure, a slow, deep thrust. Then another mouth near my ear, another hand holding my waist, another penis rubbing against my vagina. I didn’t know how many there were. I only knew Diego was close because I recognized his voice when he said:

—That’s it. Take them.

Several of them lifted me, and I ended up with one cock in my vagina and another in my ass, suspended by strong arms holding my thighs. Then they took me to a table, tied me up again, and began fucking me in turns. One cock came out of my mouth and another entered my cunt; when that one withdrew, another took my ass. I no longer thought. I moaned, swallowed, opened myself, obeyed.

On a chair, with my legs held up, they penetrated me again and again. My body burned. My thighs were trembling, my throat was tender, and my ass was so open that every entry seemed impossible, yet my body accepted it. I came several more times, with spasms that left me without strength.

The final stretch was on a lower table. They positioned me with my legs raised, my wrists tied, and my head tilted back while the cocks entered one after another, deep and hard, filling me to the limit. When it was all over, I was sweaty and hoarse, my body marked by the ropes and blows.

Diego removed my blindfold. He had a full glass in his hand.

—For you —he said—. Don’t leave a drop.

I drank it slowly, looking him in the eyes. He put my coat over me and took me home around four in the morning. Everything hurt, but it was a pain filled with memory.

I bathed in warm water, and when I came out, Diego showed me a video. There I was, tied up, spread open, surrounded by five adult men, including my husband, surrendered to a night that still made me tremble. Shortly afterward, a message arrived from Ramiro: «Work from home. Rest. I’m sure you’ll still be feeling it tomorrow.»

I placed the phone face down and lay down beside Diego. I didn’t need to answer. My body had already said everything.