u/TheMrCasey

V was feeling comfortable, which was quite the amazing task.

Normal comfort for her usually involved clothes. But right now, most of her 5-foot-7 frame was exposed for a hundred perverts to see. She had on lingerie that didn’t even bother trying to cover her tits or ass. And there was the ink on her chest, proclaiming, “One grope per person.”

The only bit of clothing that was really keeping her secure now was a dog collar around her neck. Because holding onto her leash and guiding her around was me, a 6-foot-2 man with broad shoulders and a generally threatening aura. In dungeons, I preferred to wear a black button-down shirt and tie, with the sleeves rolled up to show off my forearms (because I’m aware how much women like looking at them).

It was Big Scary Dom Energy, and for now it was working against us.

We were quietly hoping that all hundred pervs in the dungeon would have taken a turn groping her, but with me right next to her, no one was eager to approach us.

For the kink friends that know me, they know this is hilarious. Most of the time, I’m a soft teddy bear of a guy, here to protect and help wherever I can. Sure, I can flip that switch and let that sadistic monster out. But that monster had been eating good with V’s body at my disposal, so I felt fine being patient and kind.

We walked over to the couch, and I had V sit on my lap. There was one other thing that she was wearing, and I wanted to test it out. Well, she was mostly wearing it INSIDE of her.

There was a remote control taped to her side, and if you followed the cord down her body, you could spot how it disappeared inside of her pussy.

I turned her on like a good little sex toy.

She gasped and her body shuddered for a moment, then she started to melt in my lap.

I was fairly certain she wasn’t going to cum from just a vibrator inside of her, even if it was coupled with the sensation of being nearly naked and looked at by everyone. She’d already cummed a couple times in the dungeon, too. It was just enough sensation to keep her in a fluid state of calm and horny.

From the couch, we got a good view of the demo tables. Fire was closest to us, with tickling to the side of him, and Electro play behind them.

And fire play is fantastic to watch.

The Top had a line of eager victims. He’d lay them out face-down on his table, then smeared a mixture of what I assumed to be soapy water and liquid fuel. The soapy water clung to the skin, and the fuel started to evaporate upwards.

Then he’d light his victim on fire, creating an amazing photo or two as the foot-tall flames started to lick the skin. He would play with each little fire, then efficiently smothered them out with more soapy water.

Each victim walked away with a reddened back that looked more like a sunburn than surviving a round of becoming human barbecue.

It looked pretty, but V decided that wasn’t for her.

The tickling, though… that tempted her.

I turned off her vibrator and introduced her to the guy running the tickling demo.

Full disclosure: I have tickling as a hard limit. I don’t like to be tickled in a sexual manner, and tickling someone as a Dom does absolutely nothing for me. It’s just boring. So getting a chance to let V experience tickling without me having to do any tickling? I was excited.

The tickler in question was incredibly respectful, which was mildly hilarious to me. I watched his eyes read the, “One grope per person,” his mouth moving as he read it, and his face lingering on her tits before explaining to her what was going to happen.

He started by putting her feet into a stockade at the end of his massage table, while going over the standard safewords. V looked almost bruised at the thought of using a safeword for just TICKLING, but she paid attention as she became trapped.

He looped rubber cords around her toes, forcing space between each of them and leaving her feet completely exposed. And then he started with his toys.

The feathers were his opener, and she immediately started squirming and laughing. Each brush sent a jolt through her body, and a smile on her face.

From there, he went with a modified electric toothbrush, softly vibrating against her. He added in some small pads, then moved on to those gloves you can use to groom a pet cat.

With each new toy, I was noticing that V’s body was acting more and more whorish. If I had my fingers inside of her pussy, I would be telling her to beg me for permission to cum.

Because she absolutely was on the edge of cumming, just from having her feet tickled.

He went with one last option, drizzling baby oil on her feet, massaging it between her toes.

V lost it. I had to push her down onto the table to keep her body in place, her hips quivering face washed out in lust. She was in a pure slut state of mind, cumming in the middle of a crowded room.

I let her calm down just a moment before looking her in the eye.

“Did you just cum from being tickled, you little slut?” I asked.

She giggled and nodded her head. This actually startled the tickler.

“Wait, really?” he asked.

Apparently, making someone cum from playing with their feet wasn’t super common, and it rarely happened on a first session. It was impressive to see.

She was only barely verbal and needed a slight break, so I helped her back over to the couch. We watched the fire for a bit more, then I turned her back on to her lowest setting. She glared at me, but knew that bratting any harder was going to get a higher setting, and she was fond of the idea of being able to still stand.

When she could sort-of walk and talk again, we went back over to the tickling booth to thank him with actual words. And then we noted that he should totally collect his one grope per person, considering he already made her cum.

He gave her one of the most polite, gentlemanly gropings of her tits that I had ever seen.

The crowds kept looking towards us, but not approaching. I had to downplay the Big Scary Dom Energy. I unhooked her leash, then walked her over to a cluster of perverts.

Each conversation started polite and gentlemanly. I introduced myself and V to the locals, let them know we were from out of town and that the dungeon was absolutely amazing. And also, would anyone like to grope my slut?

It almost always sparked the same questions, always directed at V, checking her consent, seeing what limits there were. And every time she let them know that yeah, there were no limits. Grab away.

Almost all of the gropers were men, and extremely polite with their hands. I kept trying to make myself seem as non-threatening as possible, but I was just naturally so much bigger than everyone else in the room.

There were a few older dudes that were more than happy to be creepy, letting their hands linger extra long on V’s body. She really enjoyed that.

The most intense groping of the night came from an aggressive lesbian, one of the few women to touch her that night. She started her grope at the shoulders, moving her hands in towards the breasts, then down her sides to the hips before clasping each ass cheek. She held V that way for a minute, body-to-body, feeling her against her, before letting her go with a sigh.

We did our best to move around the entire dungeon, catching as many patrons as possible. From time to time, we’d get stuck in a pleasant bit of small talk with a group of kinksters. It was fine. But the sadist in me truly enjoyed spicing up the conversation by cranking up V’s remote control, then watching her knees buckle.

Concerned looks would spring up on the kinksters’ faces, trying to figure out why V was collapsing like a marionette with cut strings. The concerns always faded quickly when they looked at the remote, saw the cord, and put 2 and 2 together with a dirty grin.

I had to tell them how hard it was to find an old-school corded remote control. I love playing with toys like a Lovense, but those need your phone out, and dungeons tend to be no-phone zones.

As the afternoon winded down, we took a break in the kitchen to enjoy the mountain of bagels, and also got in an electro play demo. She loved it, and I found out that electro play is in fact the devil, and I never want it touching me again (I’m a sadist, I don’t need masochism in my body).

Finally, we got her dressed back up and started to walk back to the hotel - with the vibrator still on. I could hear it humming in the elevator.

Back in the room, I was almost tempted to leave it inside of her. But I was feeling so hard, I wanted room for my cock, too.

I took my time with her pussy, with long, slow strokes, telling her what a dirty little slut she was. I had her think about that aggressive lesbian and those creepy old men - they absolutely were going to be thinking about her young, perky body that night, and probably the rest of the week.

She was a good little slut fucktoy, wanted by everyone in the room. But she was my slut, and that’s why I get to use her body to cum.

Public transit is one of those things that tempt me. Especially trains.

In theory, there’s something there that can be very, very exhilarating. Not having to pay attention to where we’re going, the risk of being caught, the big seats.

Some trains have their chairs offset, too, so it’s not terribly easy to see what’s happening in a chair across the aisle.

The train V and I were on, though, did not have that luxury. I had her sit in the window seat, but immediately held off on any kink as a young woman sat in the aisle seat across the aisle. While V consented to being groped by me in public, that woman didn’t consent to watch.

So we waited.

It was a 2-hour train ride, and I’m patient. Eventually the woman got up to go to another car. Probably to get a snack or to visit a viewing car. I didn’t really care.

Instead, I leaned over to look out the window, pointing out pretty things to V as the train rolled past. At least that’s what it looked and sounded like.

By leaning in that way, my body perfectly hid where my right hand was as it gave her tits a couple squeezes before eventually sliding between her thighs.

Miles rolled along as I felt her pussy wet to my touch. She did her best to not squirm, biting her lip to hide moans. I occasionally whispered in her ear what a naughty little slut she was, letting a dirty old man finger her little cunt on a train. The squirms were getting harder to hide.

Tormenting her, pushing her to this edge of nearly cumming but needing to hold back, was fun. But it was also getting more and more annoying for me, as my cock was pushing hard against my pants.

I was starting to consider the train’s bathroom as the conductor let us know we’d be pulling into the station in five minutes. Time flies when you’re tormenting a slut.

Getting to the hotel was an exercise in casual edging. Whenever someone wasn’t looking, I was groping her ass and tits. And I kept feeling that desire to just pull my cock out and push it down her throat. V enjoyed being used like a fucktoy.

When we finally closed the hotel door behind us, I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face-down on the bed. Pushing her dress up, I wasn’t surprised to find her pussy still wet and ready to be fucked.

I started to think about how easy it was to use her, how turned on she was by the lack of foreplay… But really, the past 24 hours of her life have been some of her sluttiest. And being fondled on a train for an hour probably counts as foreplay.

Fucking her now, in the hotel room, making her moan like a whore, also felt like foreplay. We had some really fun plans for today.

Thinking about those plans was as big of a factor in me cumming as was the feel of her pussy. I filled the condom up, then I drained the cum all over her. She looked cute with my cum on her.

We took a moment to rest and relax, showering and dressing up. V opted for some lacy lingerie that put her body on display, covering it with some tame clothing. I went with my, “BDSM Dungeon Standard,” with a black button-down shirt and black pants. I stashed some toys into my backpack, and we headed out.

Finding a new dungeon is always a tricky experience. When I find one, I’ll spend hours going over events that they host, checking out people that often attend those events, and running a few searches to make sure they haven’t had any horrible scandals happen.

For this day and this city, I had found a dungeon about six weeks in advance (I love to plan). They had something that really caught my eye in that it was an afternoon event, featuring bagels in the kitchen and kink demos in the main room. It fit in perfectly with my travel schedule, so I bought a ticket immediately.

A week later, the event was sold out (five weeks in advance. Apparently I wasn’t the only kinky planner).

V and I filled out our paperwork and signed in, then opted to walk around the dungeon for a bit fully clothed with a staff member volunteering to show us around.

It was a staggeringly well-equipped dungeon, with a pleasant little maze of rooms. Our host started with the kitchen and the mountain of bagels and spreads. From there, we poked our head into the DDlg room, filled with coloring books and stuffed animals.

The next door took us through the medical rooms. The dungeon owners scored big on some industrial auctions, picking up cabinets and tools to outfit out a complete doctor’s office and dentist’s office.

In the main room, there were all the fun, normal dungeon items - crosses, saw horses, sturdy-framed structures for rope and suspension and spanking. A small stage, a DJ area providing music, and a good amount of space.

Taking up the center of the room were three demo tables, with kinksters showing off fire play, electro play and tickling. On the sides, a couple vendors were selling the BDSM standards, with collars and floggers and paddles and more.

The last thing our guide pointed out to us was a 10-foot by 10-foot room in the corner, with clear plastic walls and a zippered door. A Dexter kill room with a lone examination table in it. They let me know that any blood or needle play needed to be in there.

I checked in with how V was doing, and her head was spinning. She knew what she wanted to do, she knew what toys I had in my bag, but she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready yet.

I made it clear that until I had enthusiastic consent, we’d take it slow. She sets the pace.

V started to strip down. She’d take it slow, but she wouldn’t be completely immobile to her desires.

She opted to stop at keeping her lingerie on, with her collar and leash. Going through the Bag of Options, she said yes to the markers, but gave me a, “Not yet” on the other big plan.

With the markers, I wrote, “One Grope Per Person” right above her tits. We quietly double-checked her limits on this. Before we had even gotten on the train, she was eager to let people grab wherever they wanted.

I enjoyed the idea of keeping it vague and suggesting that the grope be tits, just by the location of the body writing. I wanted to see what kind of social degenerates we could find, to see who would be bold enough to grab her pussy, to see who couldn’t resist her ass.

She was still excited for that plan, but still very nervous. It was her first time walking around with her tits out in a dungeon.

I opted for the Dexter Kill Room. It was the closest spot to us, but still tucked away from the main crowd. Putting her on the table, I let my hands return to their familiar spot between her thighs.

On the train, I wasn’t able to push her over the edge, knowing we’d get caught.

Here, in a building filled with perverts, the edge was my friend. I didn’t have to hide what I was doing. And if she started screaming like a whore, it would only be encouraged.

It didn’t take long.

With my fingers inside of her pussy, the stiffness of being in “public” melted away. With each stroke, another bit of anxiety rubbed away. The fucktoy logic took over her brain. She remembered that she was a dirty little slut for me.

And when she started to cum, it was very, very loud.

Part of me wanted to keep pushing her then and there. But the problem with a plastic-sealed room that Dexter never really touched on: it gets hot and humid inside of them fast.

We took a moment to wipe down the table, cleaning up our sweat and other fluids, then felt a breath of fresh air as we slipped back out into the main room.

V was red and flushed, possibly from the heat, possibly from being a whore, possibly from embarrassment of being a whore. Or a mix of all three.

I guided her back to the medical rooms, which were noticeably more private and air conditioned. I chose the doctor’s office.

She was in desperate need of an examination so that I could correctly diagnose the source of her redness. I snapped on some nitrile gloves and immediately started prodding her body. I tested her tits and ass for firmness, and her reflexes to the sensation of my gloved finger stroking her clit.

All the early data was suggesting that she may indeed be a slut, but I needed to run some tests.

The examination table was an OBGYN rig with stirrups, so I loaded her up. With her pussy fully spread and exposed, I was able to spend a bit more time testing her reactions.

For my first test, I verified that she indeed sounded like a slutty whore of a fucktoy whenever I stroked her g-spot.

Increasing tension inside of her pussy from one finger to two fingers made her hips involuntarily converse, hinting at a strong case of female hysteria.

Using two fingers inside of her, plus one from my other hand on her clit confirmed my diagnosis. She was clearly suffering so much hysteria that she was nothing more than a desperate slut to me.

The only reasonable prescription was to induce a "hysterical paroxysm," which is what an 1800s doctor would say when he meant, “Make that dirty little slut cum for you and beg for more.”

I had a few tools laid out on a surgical tray waiting for use. And they were actually all things I had gotten at a pharmacy, so who’s the fake doctor now?

I needed a modern-day equivalent of a manipulator. And luckily for my patient, that was exactly what I had - a corded remote vibrator.

Inserting the vibrator into her wet cunt was fairly easy. The process started by first turning it on, covering it with a light layer of saliva, then rubbing it over her clit until the device was completely covered in her wetness. It slid inside easily, and it wasn’t hard for me to line it up to hit her g-spot.

Using medical tape, I started securing the wires to hold the toy in place. I carefully anchored the vibrator to her hip, making it easy for me to adjust the speed and rhythm inside of her. She was now a push-button slut, ready for display.

To test the effectiveness of the treatment, I found just the right setting to make her cum on the exam table, her ankles still in the air as I observed what a horny little slut she was.

Satisfied with my diagnosis and treatment, I dialed back the vibrator, helped her stand up and threw away my gloves.

It was time to show off my slut.

As far as sex cults go, this one was very, very silly.

Sure, everyone met up with each other the day before for a fun little meet-and-greet, so we weren't REALLY strangers. And Mr. Casey had gone through all the work of checking everyone's verification and STD tests.

The Dress Code was simple: neckties and masks for everyone. The men had on button-down shirts, the women looked better in just their underwear (though some women were in button-down shirts, too).

"Begin the First Sacrifice, the Dignity of the Men," Mr. Ca- I mean the Cult Leader said.

Four men began to strip down naked, leaving the ties and masks on. Two were more of your Dad Bod Bear types, two were himbo twinks. They paired off, two men dropping to their knees, two pushing their cocks into eager mouths.

The Sluts whispered with each other and took notes.

"Switch!"

The men traded places with each other. Again and again. The Sluts judged their favorites, on cock, on looks, on vibes. The winners were selected for the Second Sacrifice, The Holes of the Sluts. The losers took their place alongside the wall, standing, watching and waiting.

One by one, the sluts were presented to the room, stripped of their underwear, positioned like a sex doll. The Cult Leader knew what each slut needed. This one got three cocks, one in each hole. This one needed just two, and he specified which holes. They were used for with a smile on their face, happy to have their holes sacrificed for the Noodle Cock.

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Yeah, I know, it's insane and unhinged.

But it's really going to happen on Saturday, April 25, around 9 p.m. (and the optional vanilla get-together is Friday, April 24 at 1 p.m.).

At this point, we're looking for one more man and one more woman.

For the men: If you're coming alone, you have to start in the First Sacrifice. If you're clearly not into sucking a dude's cock in front of an audience, you'll have to leave.

If you're a couple where the man wants to be in either the first or second sacrifice, and the woman wants to be in the second sacrifice, then we'll consider you.

And for single women: We're only looking for a back-up for the second sacrifice. We can't quite promise you three cocks at once, but we'll know a lot more as the event gets closer. It's a really high-stress scene for this particular role, so some women will drop out.

When you message me, please make sure you tell me it's Noodle Cock business so I don't get it mixed up with OTHER insane plans.

We're building a roleplay-based predicament bondage scenario for bisexual women that would like to live out some Teacher-Student roleplay.

I'm Mr. Casey, the headmaster. I'm 47 years old, 6'2 and 245 pounds. I have a lot of experience in making wild, intense kink scenes become a reality. My Adjunct Professor is 46, tall, lean and handsome.

My "teacher's pets" are a 5-foot-4 20-year-old and a 5-foot-1 23-year old, both eager to play with others. His teacher's pet is 33 years old, 5'7 with impeccable taste in music and people.

They're all really fucking hot people.

We're opening enrollment for the 2026 year of Mr. Casey's School for Sluts. Classes will be held on Saturday, May 16 in Nashville.

Sluts must arrive to the hotel ready to "learn" in Nashville.

Dress Code Violations
Inside the room, each slut will be allowed to dress as provocatively as they would like to. As principal, it will be my responsibility to remove any clothing deemed not appropriate for a learning environment. Such inappropriate clothing will be cut up and destroyed, even if you're still wearing it. Schoolgirl outfits will be strongly encouraged.

Spelling
Spelling Bee - Each slut will be tied up with their legs spread open, with a vibrator on their clit. They will be given words to spell. Spelling a word correctly will increase the speed of vibrator. Spelling it incorrectly will result in the vibrator being turned off, or increased pain on the clit.

Biology
Sluts will be inspected to determine how much of a slut they are based on how wet their pussies are. Each slut will be taught how to inspect other sluts, as well as the essential poses they must master.

PE
Anal Bead Race - Sluts will start ass-to-ass with anal beads connected to each other. They will then crawl away from each other. The loser will be the first student to lose a grip on all of her beads. Best two out of three. The winner will be allowed to determine the punishment of the loser. Sluts must hit the showers after PE.

Student-Teacher Conferences
Each slut will be evaluated on how good of a slut she is. Gold stars will be awarded.

Woodworking
Sluts will cooperate on a group project of cock-sucking.

Lunch break
Sluts will be tied up into a forced 69 position until one of them taps out. Meals may be substituted for a Teacher's pet that would prefer cock over pussy.

Public Speaking
Sluts will be asked to read a prepared speech while enduring spanking, vibrators, dildos, fingers, mouths and a cock.

Posture Improvements
Sluts will take on hands-on training to understand how to properly crawl while leashed, and how to walk with fingers inside of them. They will learn how to sit up straight with a cock filling their pussy.

Detention
If at any point a slut misbehaves, all sluts will have their nipples chained and clamped, with the chains connected to other sluts. They will stand far enough apart that there will be tension in the chain. The offending student will then be spanked. Note: flinching by any student during detention is grounds for that student to also be spanked.

Pre-Class "Tutoring"
We know, it's a LOT. The reason we're looking for students now is so we can get to know each other and develop a connection. We also can be available to meet the Friday before the School lessons, just to make sure everyone is comfortable and ready to do their part as a student. I'll be happy to put you in contact with other play partners of mine, too.