We all have sexual fantasies. Some are tame, others extreme. My favorite fantasy was the type that was almost in the realm of science fiction and therefore would probably never come true. Even if it could become reality it was a bit extreme, so would I even want it to come true? Often reality does not live up to our fantasies. Little did I know that in 5 months my dream would come true and it would haunt me for years to come?

I'll explain what my fantasy is but first I must set the scene on how it would be realized. Most men enjoy porn. We spend time shopping around the Internet to find that one perfect looking woman or just the right movie clip. The Internet provides us with endless possibilities when it comes to exploring our sexuality. It also gives us the means to read, learn, and even watch these fantasies. Take a look at any man's browser history and you will discover his search of these fantasies.

If you viewed my browser history you would find one site in particular, that depicts scenes of the BDSM lifestyle. This site is very well known and financially successfully. It has the best of the adult industry participating in its movies. Dig a little deeper and you will find the specific movies that I have been watching. These scenes would fit into two categories. The first is women who are bound and helpless. A female Domme is there with her and begins to use various devices to bring her pleasure. Dildos, vibrators, all types of fucking machines including a Sybian are used to induce mind shattering orgasms on the bound woman. To me there is nothing more beautiful in this world than watching a woman cum. The most appealing part is that after several orgasms, when the bound woman's needs are satiated, the stimulation continues. Panting, with sweat dripping down her body and mixing with her cum coating her thighs, she begs for the stimulation to end. The pleasure is too much, her clit too sensitive, and she screams for it to stop!

The second scene is the polar opposite. A woman, or man, is bound and immobile. Again a Domme is the one bring pleasure but this time it starts much slower. Long, painted fingernails slowly drag across the flesh leaving goose bumps in their wake. Soft kisses, slowly circle the erogenous zones building up the ember of desire in the person bound. They are stimulated and the ember turns into a fire as they are brought close to organs and then left to cool. This process starts again and happens over and over until the bound victim is begging to be able to cum.

One day, this web site, which plays out these wonderful scenes, decided to have a contest. Fans would submit their deepest fantasies and the owners of the site would decide who would win. The prize for winning was to make your fantasy into reality. They would fly the wining contestant out and let them participate in the scene that they dreamed up. Now I'm not the type of person who tries to win random contests but how could I pass up a chance to see my dreams realized? I took the time and submitted my fantasy to them.

A few weeks passed and I had put the contest out of my mind when I received the email congratulating me on winning the contest. I was stunned and must have read it 10 times. They require a response along with my contact information which I sent back immediately. An hour later, I received another email and this one contained a contract for the shoot. It explained my rights while being a participant in the shoot like the use of safe words and when they would stop a shoot.

Next was a questionnaire which asked a vast number of normal, sexual fetish, and bondage questions:

Height? 6'0"

Weight? 220 lbs

Penis size? 6"

Willing to be tied up? Yes

Willing to be gagged? Yes

Anal penetration? Never have but yes

Bisexual or transcended scenes? No

On a level of 1-10 what is your pain tolerance (10 being high) 10

Are you willing to be whipped, spanked, caned, etc? Yes

...on and on the questions went until they ended at 50. They also asked me to send some photos of myself. I was pretty self-conscious about this since I'm pretty average looking. I sent the most flattering current photos I could find.

A few days later I received a phone call from the owner, Mark, of the web site and the facilities where all the filming took place. He spent some time getting to know me asking questions about what I did in my free time and such. He loved my fantasy and we talked about it in depth. He started to explain how the scene would play out and it sounded like I would just be watching for most of it with a little bit of participation helping out the Domme. I was a little disappointed but figured it would still be awesome. The shoot would be in five months and his secretary would contact me in four with the travel arrangements.

The next four months dragged on. I spent all my free time thinking about how my fantasy was going to come true, well for the most part. I also spent a ton of time at the gym trying to get into the best shape possible before the shoot.

One month before the shoot, I received a call with all of the travel arrangements. They also asked me to get a physical and some bl**d tests. During the physical, I found I had lost the 20 pounds. The results were all positive, I felt great about the shape I was in, and I was in an excellent state of mind. No matter how imperfect living out this fantasy was going to be I was going to enjoy myself.

Eight days before the shoot I received a call from a woman named Ariel. Her voice seemed familiar to me. She explained that she was going to be the Domme in charge of the scene. This is when I realized who she was. I had watched numerous videos of her from this web site and she was absolutely beautiful. I was tongue tied while talked about my fantasy submission. She could tell because she asked if anything was wrong. I told her no but that I just could not have wished for a better Domme. She laughed and told me to be careful what I wished for!

We spent the next hour talking about the scene and what her thoughts were and what fucking machines she was going to use. She asked what models I would like to see go through the f***ed orgasm torture. I gave her a list of four girls I felt were the most talented, attractive, and had the most powerful orgasms on camera. She told me that she had some prep work that I needed to complete before the shoot. First, she wanted me to masturbate tonight and cum at least three times. Then, starting tomorrow and until the shoot, I was to masturbate for at least an hour but I was not allowed to orgasm. I had to do all of this while watching videos or photos of hers. The day I arrived she said I would be given a lie detector test to see if I cheated and if I had they would send me back home. I told her this would not be a problem.

That evening I looped my favorite video of Ariel and finished all three orgasms in about an hour. I've always been gifted with a relatively short down time in between orgasms. The next night I started her new assignment and stroked my cock for a little over an hour, which wasn't that difficult. I thought my mind would be preoccupied with sex before but I was wrong. By day five, I was just consumed with the possibilities of what would be happening at the shoot. The hour of stroking my cock was pure agony because I would reach the edge of orgasm in just a few minutes. I slept fitfully that evening and over slept a little bit but I was able to make it to the airport on time.

For the flight I was in the middle seat. I hadn't been on a plane since I was 9 and I thought I would be more nervous than I was. My mind was consumed with carnal thoughts and for most of the flight I had to place a newspaper in my lap to hide my engorged member.

The plane landed, I got my rental car, and check in at the hotel. I took a quick shower and then had a little bit to eat. I headed over to the studio so that I could check in. They wanted to give me a tour and explain a few things.

The studio is a large brick building that appears to be an old warehouse or maybe a factory. I park and head into the reception area.

A pretty young blonde greets me when I enter. I tell her my name and before I can explain why I'm here she giggles and says, "Oh, the winner of the contest. I'll let Mark, know that you are here."

I sat and waited, my legs bouncing impatiently. This seemed to entertain the receptionist because she would smile flirtatiously at me while I waited. Mark came in and shook my hand. He asked if I was ready for the tour and I gave an enthusiastic yes!

The first thing I noticed was that the sets looked very different than I had pictured. This was due to the fact that you never get to see where the cameras are placed. The facility was vast and I lost count of how many stages they had. A few, I did not get to see because they were currently in use. I was a little disappointed but figured that I would get my fill tomorrow. We ended in the room where my fantasy would be played out. It was a cool room with a cement floor and brick walls. Right now all there was in the room was a steel table and the two computer chairs that we were sitting in.

Mark told me that he had business to attend to but that I should wait here because someone else would be in to prepare me for tomorrow.

He shook my hand and said with a wink, "We expect a great show from you."

I had been waiting for about 20 minutes and started to think they had forgotten about me. I was just about to get up when the door opened and in walked Ariel. She was in a bath robe and her light brown hair was wet. As she moved to shake my hand, her scent floated past me. It was like a clean summer breeze on a warm day. Her soft brown eyes narrowed a bit and she gave me a crooked smile as she firmly shook my hand. In her left hand she was carrying a file folder.

"Hello Carl. It is great to meet you in person."

"I... Umm... Thank you?" I stammered.

"Have a seat and let's look at your file shall we?" She flips through my file folder and seems to scrutinize a few items.

"Your physical looks great. Congrats on the 20 pounds."

"Thank you." I was blushing.

We talked for a bit and she explained that she had just finished a shoot and was a bit wore out from it. I asked what the scene was and why she was wore out. I think she took it as a challenge because she stared at me and scolded, "If you had just spent the last two hours tied up and cumming, I think you would be exhausted too!"

"I think I would be dead!" I said with a wide eyed expression.

She laughed and said, "We'll see."

She asked if I had followed the instruction that she gave me. I told her that I had but it was much more difficult than I thought it would be.

"Carl, have you done your hour of masturbation, yet today?"

"No I haven't," I said sheepishly.

"Alright take your clothes off and sit up here on the table in front of me," she padded the spot on the table with her hand.

I hesitated.

"Now!" her voice was loud and she seemed angry.

I started to slowly remove all my clothes. I felt so embarrassed and exposed. I thought this would be really enjoyable but I was sick to my stomach.

Ariel sensed this and walked over by me. She grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back against the table. She looked down at my still limp cock and said, "If you can't do this now with just me, how will you do this tomorrow in a room full of people?"

I explained, "I thought I would just be the spectator, maybe help a little here and there?"

"We thought about that Carl, but Mark said that this has to be real. That you had to be the person tied up." She sighed, "I'm just worried about a novice being able to take what I'm going to do to you."

I shivered when she said that.

I was now sitting on the cool metal table. She pulled my chin up so that my eyes met her's.

Leaning in close to me she said, "Carl, now I want you to keep your eyes on me and my body. If you get nervous during the shoot just look at me."

She stood back and let the robe fall off her shoulders. There she was right in front of me. Her body was tan and her skin taught. What always appealed to me was that she was a tall and muscular. Her body looked like it was sculpted, every muscle was well defined, especially her abs. Her breasts were small, pert, and tipped by perfect and pebble hard nipples.

I drank in the image of pure beauty in front of me and my heart started to beat faster. The room had felt cool but now a flush came over me and I started to feel warm. All I could think about was Ariel running her hands over my body.

Ariel had a smile on her face and was looking down, "Good boy, I knew you had it in you."

I followed her eyes down and say that my cock was hard and pulsing along with my heartbeat.

She pulled up her chair, "Now I believe you have one hour of stroking so get to it."

I didn't need any more encouragement and I started to vigorously pump my cock. In a little over a minute I was on the edge and had to stop.

Ariel was laughing now, "Wow! So you really did do you assignments without cheating. I suggest pumping much slower from now on, like this."

She placed her hand in her lap and made slow up down motions like she was pumping her own imaginary cock.

I have no idea how long I was actually stroking but time moved at a crawl. Ariel stayed quiet the entire time just smiling and looking into my eyes. She stood up, "Okay, that is enough for today. I'm sure you are more than worked up enough for tomorrow."

Ariel and I dressed and she walked me back to the reception area. I said good bye, and she hugged me and placed a light kiss on my cheek. "Get some sl**p," she said as I turned to leave and slapped me on my ass.

It was like trying to sl**p when I was 10 and it was Christmas Eve night. I thought I would just fantasize about what would be happening but all I could picture in my mind was Ariel. I woke up and took a long warm shower. I dressed and headed to the shoot.

During my drive, or checking in, or meeting the crew, every time that I felt nervous all I did was relax for a moment and thought about Ariel. She could get me to do anything.

I met the woman who was going to be bound and f***ed to orgasm. Her name is Lexi and she is like a perfect doll: fair soft skin, short (5' 1"), C-cup breasts tipped by long pink nipples, long blond hair, and a beautifully pussy. Her voice is high pitched and her laugh contagious. I introduced myself and she made a comment that I was the one who was going to make her afternoon rough. I apologized and she just laughed and said that I was the one worse off.

One of the women, Jenni, who helps with the makeup and to get the participants ready, approached me. She is a petite and very cute redhead, "So, Ariel says you need a shave. Let's head to the bathroom so I can get you ready."

We entered the bathroom and she brought out a tote that had shaving supplies.

She stood there looking at me for a minute and then said, "Carl ,you have to take your pants off for me to be able to shave you, in fact you might as well get naked since we'll be shooting soon.

I removed all of my clothes and she had me move into the large shower while she ran a wash cloth under some hot water.

She wrung it out a bit and then applied some soap, "Spread your legs for me, hun."

I did so and she soaped up my crotch with the warm wash cloth. I was rock hard in second and a little embarrassed. She noticed and laughed.

"Don't worry this just makes it easier to shave," she said as she wagged my hard-on. Rinsing off the wash cloth and then rinsing the soap off me.

Next she spread the shaving cream all over my balls and groin. She looked up at me and said, "Now don't move while I'm doing this."

She began to shave me by pulling my skin taught with her left hand and using the razor with her right. Often while doing this she would bump into the head of my cock.

By the time she was finished shaving my cock was slick with precum. Jenni rinsed me off again and I gasped when she ran it over and around my cock. Next, she got some type of lotion and rubbed in.

At one point I had to ask her to stop. "Why? Oh, you are really closing to coming aren't you? We can't have that Ariel would be pissed at me."

She waited a few minute and finished the lotion rub. She told me to use the bathroom and then take a shower. She left me a robe and I finished my business and showered. I put on the robe that was left in the bathroom and headed back to the set.

The set was filled with people. Ariel and Lexi were there along with three camera men, the director, sound engineer, and three other people who I had no idea what their job was. I met them all and we talked but it was all a blur. I had a very hard time concentrating with Ariel in the room.

"It's time," someone in the room said.

One of the women, who I did not know what job she had, came over by me and said, "Over here, Carl I'll get you set up.

The room was no longer empty. There were two chair-like structures in the room and she had me sit in one. There were also various types of motorized fucking machines. I could see that they had Lexi sitting in another chair device like mine.

The woman had me lay back and said, "If anything is pinching or cutting off circulation let me know because you are going to be in this position for a while."

My arms were strapped above my head and my feet were secured so that my body formed and "X". A thick leather strap was drawn around my hips, chest, thighs, and upper arms. I could not move and inch. There was a little pinching and a leg strap was too tight, so they adjusted it.

"They are ready," someone announced. I felt the chair moving and I could see that they were also moving Lexi. Our chairs were reclined so that we were comfortable but could still see each other. I looked over at Lexi and she looked apprehensive which worried me.

She's a professional and she is worried, what have I gotten myself into. I started to panic. I pulled on my bonds testing them a bit. My breathing was increasing and I was taking shallow gulps of air. I felt a finger trace across the side of my ribcage and looked up to see Ariel. She smiled and my breathing became more regular.

"Alright lets start the scene," I heard from the director though I could not see her.

Ariel leaned next to me and whispered, "Make me proud and last through this entire session and I'm all yours tonight."

I tried to form words to say back to her but before I can....

"ACTION!" My world seems to spin, as I realize everything is about to change.