An interactive fantasy game

Level 1. The Hotel Conference Room

Find the meeting room and pay the fee to enter. The room is full of all sorts of people. Men and women, different ages, and all shapes and sizes. Seven or eight at each table. Each person has a tablet and a little number in front of them. They are working on the tablets. An usher points at a open spot where I am to sit. I turn on the tablet. My number is 53.

Step one is to set up a nickname associated with my number. Step two is mark a bunch of preferences. Like you would for some dating website. Stuff about you. About who you might like to meet. Etc. Step 3 is where it gets a little more detailed. Pornographic pictures flip by one at a time. Your task is to choose who in the photos you would like to be. I was very surprised by the choices I made. I actually went back to Step 2 and changed some of my preferences. The photos, and making those choices, was very revealing. I realized I was more submissive than I thought. 

I've filled out surveys like this before. Personality and business placing tests. The format asks you the same questions in different ways. Many traits and tendencies are scored. In the end, a score comes up rating you for the job or the position or whatever the test is geared for. 

The first dozen or so photos were of men and women doing normal sex acts. Blowjobs, fucking, etc. Then some bondage and discipline photos. Would you be tied? Or would you be the Master or Mistress with the leash or whip in your hand? That sort of thing. 

At first, I associated with the traditional male roles. But as I went along, I began to click odd things. I found myself wandering off the norm. I mistakenly chose that I would prefer to be the woman on her knees giving a blowjob. I made another mistake choosing I'd want to be the man tied to a bench being fucked by a woman wearing a strap-on dildo. The more choices I'd make, the kinkier the photos and situations would be. Role reversals began to come up more and more. I don't know what I was thinking when I chose I'd want to be the crossdresser in one photo. Another mistake. I tried to go back but the program wouldn't let me. This guy had been caught in his wife's clothes, then tied down to a bed by two big hairy men. In the next photo, they were sticking their cocks in his mouth and in his ass at the same time. 

It took an hour to complete the 'survey'. We got a light lunch and some cocktails. And then someone began to call out numbers. Had I really given the right answers? I didn't want to be thrown into some crazy situation. Or was there some hidden telling of what I wanted? I began to replay some of the odd choices I'd made. I began to get nervous. Really nervous.

When a number was called, the person would stand up and walk back to the side door of the room and be let out. Men, boys, women, cute girls, everyone. One at a time. Halfway through the group, my number came up. My legs were a little shaky. The lady at the door was sweet, taking my hand and opening the door. On the other side, there were cubicles made from tall black curtains. Another woman took me back through a narrow opening to a cubicle where I could sit down. She just said, "Wait here, sweetheart."

A dude who reminded me of a game show host popped in with all his personality and excitement. He hung a garment bag on the rail and started chattering. 

"Hey! We have a couple of matches for you. You just need to get into costume and we can get right to it! I know you're excited, so let's not dilly-dally!"

He waited while I opened the bag. He told me he needed to be sure I changed before I could be escorted to my room. Part of the fee was to also cover the cost of a hotel room for the night. "Let's go! I have lots of people to help today!"

Opening the garment bag was a surprise. A girl's 'Hello Kitty' panties and training bra were hanging inside with a purple prom dress behind them. I looked at the game show host. He just shrugged and said, "You filled out the survey." Feeling hurried and a little embarrassed, I quickly undressed and pulled on the cotton panties and training bra. I pulled the dress over my head so I wasn't exposed to the game show host. 

"You look great!" He motioned for me to put my wrists together in front of me. I did. He used some metal handcuffs to chain them together. "OK, sweetie. I'll have someone get you to your room."

"What's with the cuffs?" My voice was breaking up a little. He simply said, "All the submissive guests are cuffed before being introduced to their matches."

Submissive? What the fuck did I do in that stupid survey? An older man leads me out. What have I gotten myself into? Again trying to remember all the kinky choices I'd made earlier. Down the hall into an elevator. The door closes. The man pushes me roughly to the back and holds me there. The elevator begins to move. The man simply says "Nice dress." He's holding me against the wall. His hand slides over the front of the dress, pushing against where my little training bra cups are. I feel his fingers moving over my chest, squeezing my 'tits'. "I'm going to kiss you. And if you don't like it, that's too bad."

I felt so... submissive. A scared little girl being manhandled by a strange, aggressive man. Did I like his hands all over me? The satin dress felt nice against my skin. He is feeling me up! He is going to kiss me! What is going on?

One hand is on the back of my neck, holding my head right where he wants it. Making my mouth available for a deep wet sloppy kiss. His other hand is busy under the dress groping my cotton bra and pinching my nipples. He is breathing hard. He is really into this. His kissing won't stop. I'm horrified about what was going on. I'm wiggling, struggling against the cuffs. I'm gasping and drooling. Finally, he lets me breathe.  "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I shyly shook my head. What was I going to do? He has me handcuffed and helpless. I better not argue too much. "You're going to get down and suck my cock. And if you don't like it, that's too bad."

It hurt when my knees hit the hard tile floor in the elevator. I see him unbuckling his pants. Then the poking of his cock pressed against my tightly closed lips. My arms are pinned up over my head. I'm stuck here. What the fuck? A feel a push from behind my head. His cock slides over my cheek. "We are staying right here until this is done. So take all the time you want."

His cock was sweaty and already dripping with pre-cum. He kept telling me to take it in deeper and suck harder. I did my best. I don't know what I'm doing. He must have really been excited because it didn't take long for him to fill my mouth with his sticky load. It was disgusting. I drooled most of it out of my mouth, down the front of my pretty dress. "Keep sucking." He ordered. "You need to get all of it out." So I did. I couldn't help but swallow a little of it. There were a couple of small squirts left in his cock. My mouth was coated with it. I had to swallow. I was having a hard time breathing. It just happened. 

He helped me up. He tried to wipe the drippings off the front of my dress. I could feel the dress was soaked through, and even some of the warm dribbles were running all the way down on the front of my legs. "All right. let's get you to your room."

I'm pushed roughly through the door. It closes and locks behind me. A man is suddenly holding me by my shoulders. He is pointing me forward into the room like I'm on display. Another man on the bed says, "Hmmm, very nice! But it looks like someone already got you started." 

The man holding me moves around me a little. The back of my dress unzips and it falls to the floor. I feel the cool air in the room hitting my nearly naked body. I can't get the taste from the first man out of my mouth. My face and chest are wet from it. The cuffs holding my wrists are removed. The two men, shirts off, are standing on either side of me. They are older, fat, hairy and don't seem very nice. 

The episode in the elevator was just a warm-up. I sucked cocks for hours. All afternoon until 5. And then again that night. They left me in my 'Hello Kitty' undies while they groped, molested, and face fucked me. The worst was when they had me on my tummy on the bed. One of them was roughly holding my arms down, trying to get his cock all the way down my throat, while the other one was pushing his slippery cock in my ass. I was choking, bouncing up and down on the bed as I was getting pounded from behind. Stuff was flying everywhere. Bouncing, and rolling off the bed, hitting the floor. Clothes, bottles of creams and lubes, a butt plug, handcuffs, gags, empty beer bottles, and everything else you'd need for a kinky fuck fest. 

I woke up in a pool of cum and sweat. I had 3 or 4 different colors and scents of sex lubes smeared all over me. My mouth was sore. I'd been gagged, slapped, and gotten plenty of good old-fashioned throat fucking for almost 12 hours. And of course, my ass will never be the same! I was sure of that.

I took a shower and rested for a while. The dress and underwear were in a messy pile on the floor. Where are my regular clothes? Fuck! And then, right on cue, I noticed a neatly folded stack of clothes on the chair in the corner. Well, that's cool. I didn't want the tainted dress and undies. But, for some twisted reason, I took them. I washed everything carefully and put them away. I found two note cards in my jeans pocket. Bill and Joseph had left their numbers. One of them had added a little smiley face next to his name. How nice.

Well, the chance of having a Dating site match up different people like this is pretty good. Get enough people in one room and you can probably find the one who wants the same things you do. Or at least, there is always that chance!

I hope you enjoyed my story. Billy