This story is mostly true with some embellishment.

Several years ago I had a truly exciting 2-year affair with a gal who shared some of my more kinky interests. Linda was tall and athletic, and I had been extremely attracted to her from the first time we met. Early on I had shared with her my interest in bondage and she seemed quite interested to learn more about it. Over the course of the 2 years we spent many days and nights tying each other up in various ways as part of our sex play. I was especially excited that she was keen to learn various ways of tying me up that would be especially humiliating and impossible to escape from, like a standing hog tie that allowed me to move but with great difficulty. She took great delight in seeing me struggle in those situations, and I took great delight in the struggle. I always made it clear to Linda that I was definitely was more into the sub side, but I was surprised at how exciting I would get when seeing her all tied up on the bed, and she certainly enjoyed playing the sub side herself.

Although I originally found it embarrassing, I gradually revealed pretty much all of my masochistic kinky passions to her. I told her I enjoyed tickling, and she would regularly tie me up and tickle the shit out of me - but she made it clear that I was never to tickle HER, and I never did. Until I experienced her talented fingers, I didn't know that I could be tickled to nearly a state of panic if I was securely tied up and totally vulnerable. I revealed to her my passion for messy fun - like getting covered in mud, or getting a pie in the face, and indeed I did receive a few pies in the face during our play. I also told her that I found getting messy with soap to be a turn on, and how my preferred means of masturbation was in the shower with lots of soap covering my face. So she once asked me to masturbate for her like that, and I found that to be one of the most embarrassing, but at the same time most exciting things I had ever done. I also revealed to her that I found it both embarrassing and exciting to have somebody watch me brush my teeth, because it was a messy operation. She never commented much on that but she apparently committed it to memory.

Anyway, our 2-year affair was definitely not all good times - there were also some VERY low times, and it ended sadly for good after one of those very low moments, and it was not at all a friendly parting of the ways. I remember Linda saying that she was very angry at having invested so much emotional energy on this failed relationship, and deeply regretted that we had ever met. Her parting words were: "I hate your fucking guts" - ouch!!

So several years went by and I never saw or talked to her, and thought I never would again. But then one day, totally out of the blue, I get a phone call from her. She said she was still dealing with her troubling emotions and had hooked up with a group of women, all of whom had experienced devastatingly bad relationships with men. They would meet once a week to discuss methods of tormenting men in order to help relieve their stress and anger. They called themselves the Femdom Revenge and Dungeon Society and were currently 7 members. They had an official charter, drawn up by one of the members who is a practicing attorney, which called for a weekend event at a secluded home where they would practice the methods of torment on a suitable male victim. This event was to occur once a month, but Linda said that for the first 8 months of the group's existence they had never been able to obtain a suitable male victim - in part because of the waiver that needed to be signed.

So the reason for her call had nothing to do with wanting to get back together - she wanted to know if I had any interest in being their victim for the month. She knew all about my masochistic tendencies and thought I might very well be tempted to submit to being their victim. As we talked she explained the weekend in more detail. She said I would be totally naked the entire time - from Friday evening to Sunday evening - and I would be totally restrained the entire time in some way, either to one of their many torture devices, or if I had to be moved, my hands would be tied behind my back, and usually my feet would be tied together. When I needed to pee one of the gals would hold my penis while I peed into a cup. She said she didn't actually know what they would do when I needed to shit, but that it would likely be sufficiently embarrassing. I would need equally embarrassing help for food and drink, for brushing my teeth after every meal, and for washing my naked body whenever necessary. She could not tell me what kinds of torment I would be subjected to, but in the contract that I would need to sign I would get to list anything that I would consider to be off limits - and then if not on my list anything else would be fair game. Linda said that over the last 8 months a few guys got to the point of signing the contract, but the members considered the list of off-limit items to be so extensive as to be not worth their time, so they had to cancel the event. She repeated that if I signed their contract, and if they deemed me to be suitable, I would be their very first male victim and that they would likely be quite anxious to try out ALL of the methods of torment they had been discussing over the last 8 months. She said this in somewhat of a warning tone but I could hear in her voice that delightfully wicked smile that never failed to get a rise out of me. She also mentioned that her standing within the group would be greatly enhanced if she managed to land the first victim, and she was really hoping I would agree.

Linda's perception the I just might be the one willing to agree to their terms proved to be quite accurate: I was indeed super tempted to submit to being their victim for a weekend. It was probably the most exciting fantasy I could imagine come true, but at the same time there was some fear of the unknown that made me a bit hesitant. My mind was going in so many directions, but that fear actually made the whole weekend seem even more exciting, so I agreed to take the next step of reading the contract and making my list of off-limit torments. Upon hearing this, Linda immediately emailed the contract to me, told me to add my list of off-limit torments, sign it, and deliver it by hand to their attorney member who would notarize it and give me a copy. The members would then meet to decide whether or not I would be a suitable victim.

The contract was quite detailed, and I won't relate all of those details here, but there were several important parts worth mentioning. First off it said they would be taking many pictures of me being tormented and, via this contract, they agreed that those pictures would not be posted on the Internet or shared with anyone else unless: (1) I contacted law enforcement about what went on that weekend, (2) I revealed the identity of any of the group members, (3) I attempted to escape at some point during the weekend, or (4) I ever failed to go through with the final specification of the contract. That final specification was that I would agree to be their weekend victim again whenever they asked.

I was certainly concerned about possibly having embarrassing photos of me leaked online, especially with regard to the final specification; however, at this point my judgement was being ruled by my hard cock I was really getting excited about going through with this!! So I started to compose my list of off-limit torments: (1) visible marks left on my body, (2) head shaving, (3) breath play, (4) blood play, (5) permanent physical damage. I stopped here because I now wanted to go through with this so badly that I was starting to get afraid they would find the list too restrictive and not accept me. I took the completed contract to the office of the group's attorney, and with a bit of trepidation, but also with immense excitement, I signed and dated it in her presence. She notarized it and made a copy for me. She said I would be given further instructions once the members met to discuss whether or not to accept me as the very first victim of the Femdom Revenge and Dungeon Society. I walked out of the office thinking: "what did I just do?", because up until then I could still have backed out, but very quickly the excitement of what was going to happen took over.

So for the next few days this was all I could think about, and I was starting to feel like it was not going to happen for one reason or another. I was even starting to think that maybe that was a good thing because I had been going back and forth between unbelievable excitement but also mounting fear of what I might have gotten myself into. But on the 3rd day I get a call from Linda saying I was accepted by the group. She instructed me to show up at a specific commuter parking lot (one where we had first met in fact) by 7 PM this Friday evening, and to bring along a duffel bag. I was to wait in my car for someone to come over to pick me up.

I arrived at the commuter lot around 6:45, not wanting to be late, and sure enough, promptly at 7:00 Linda came up to my car. She said bring the duffel bag, and your keys and wallet. When I got out of the car she blindfolded me, took my keys and wallet, and lead me over to another vehicle and helped me inside. Once inside I was instructed by somebody with a very firm voice to take off all of my clothes and hand them to her. As I was doing this she was apparently stuffing my clothes into the duffel bag I had provided. When I was completely naked, somebody tied my hands behind my back and my feet together. Linda then said that the duffel bag with my clothes was going to be left here locked in my car, since I would not be needing them for the next 48 hours. It was now that it became clear to me that my fate was sealed. I was totally naked and securely tied up, and would remain that way for the next 48 hours while being subjected to many unknown forms of torment by 7 women, all of whom held some kind of a lasting grudge against men. Just as I was thinking that Linda would surely stick up for me if things got out of hand, she came over to me and said "Now that you've signed the contract, and we have you tied up, totally vulnerable, and unable to escape, I want to make something perfectly clear: I still hate your fucking guts and I'm going to have lots of fun at your expense the next 2 days."