  Having a few hours to myself, with no chores or errands to run, you can imagine what I got up to. I lay myself down on our overstuffed, half-reclining futon, with my legs up in the air and my hips tilted at a delicious angle. Licking my fingers and diddling my clit, I plunged my dildo deep into my eager pussy and melted away into my fantasy ... I have this reacurring fantasy about being tied up and taken by a large number of men and women. I imagine that I am strapped down onto a table - usually at a kinky banquet or orgy party - blindfolded and dressed only in wrist and ankle cuffs. Throughout the evening, the guests come to admire and abuse me, either by forcing me to suck their cocks or by fucking me. So, as I lay there, pounding away at myself with my delightfully realistic dong, I imagined that it was the dick of some anonymous man delighting in my bound body.
Before long, I'm moaning and groaning and whimpering, imagining myself being violated and loving it. And then my climax sweeps me away and I'm cumming and crying out and quaking. And now, I am relaxed and languid and fresh from the shower, ready to get on with the rest of my day ... 
