Last summer, I had a crush on a man. When we met up, he brought friends and invited me to a group play. He (Mr. Charles) was a bad man who toyed with me, possessing both a large build and the kindness of a host. Even when I felt lonely or hurt, his dazzling and carefree handsome smile would gently win me over. In other words, I would easily submit to him. Mr. Charles came alone to the meeting place, but... "I brought some young guys, so let's have a lot of fun. I also brought some handsome ones," he said. Since he brought them from the neighboring state and I wanted Mr. Charles to play with me, I couldn't say no. Near the van where the other men were, I was blindfolded. Unable to see anything, I was put in the car and moved to a hotel while being appraised by the men in the car. Entering the room still blindfolded, I was tied up from behind while the men drank beer and chatted, and Mr. Charles teased me. I couldn't tell if the room was dark or bright, but I felt watched by men whose faces I didn't know. Moreover, the conversation I heard had the vibe of night city dwellers or something shady. There's a certain atmosphere unique to people from that world. (Isn't this dangerous? Is this okay?) I thought nervously. As usual, Mr. Charles stayed by my side with the kindness of a host, and since I was already there, I decided to trust and enjoy it. "The one who couldn't shoot the most (the one who ejaculated the least) pays for the room!" So, blindfolded, I was taken to a hotel to play with four men and Mr. Charles. When Mr. Charles asked what I wanted to do, I said, "I want to lick," and he replied, "Then let's compare licking," and "Choose which one you want to insert just by using your mouth." Blindfolded, I sat on the sofa, tied up from behind, and opened my mouth to wait. Something entered my mouth. I licked it mindlessly in my arousal. I made lewd sounds as I performed oral. When it seemed like I was about to climax, it was pulled out. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, waiting for the next one. The next one entered. I was so excited that I licked it eagerly. I felt like a moving toy. My submissive switch was on! The excited conversation of the men was pleasant. "Toy," "Oral show," "Spectacle." I was excited. From the start, I was blindfolded and thrown in, so maybe because I couldn't see anything and didn't talk much, I was treated more like an object than a person, not as a participant in the gathering but as an interesting toy brought to the party. So, I was quite excited by the conversations that ignored me. Normally, if someone feels good from oral, they would say, "It feels good," to me, right? But instead... "Wow, this is crazy," "Too erotic (laugh)," "Crazy! Feels too good (laugh)." They were just having fun among themselves. What is this treatment? Somehow, it excites me. Am I a masochist? At some point, Mr. Charles's entered. I could tell without seeing it. I wanted it inserted, got more excited, and couldn't stand it. I was half undressed, licking and doing it. Being treated as an object, I don't remember much about that part. I didn't really know who was doing what to me. The conversations passing over me were strangely exciting. "It smells nice!" "I thought so too! It smells really nice," "The scent of a good woman," "I get that!" Some laughter. (What a silly conversation!) Normally, they would say, "It smells nice," to me, not to other men. I was excited by such objectifying situations. Usually, I would worry about entertaining them, but being just a body, I could only let things happen, which was refreshing and enjoyable. Then Mr. Charles said, "Do you want to see her face? She's super beautiful," and removed my blindfold. I was excited by the eyes of the unknown men surrounding me. For the first time, it was like, "Nice to meet you, pleased to meet you," in a weird way (laugh). Suddenly, the men started treating me like a human, and I returned to being myself. They were nice people, though. (Oh no, they do look scary. What do they do for work?) I suspected that Mr. Charles blindfolded me and brought me so I wouldn't get scared and leave. When I went to the bath alone, I overheard the men talking about me, and I eavesdropped in the washroom. I was happy to be praised for being good at oral. "She licks like she loves it," "The best ever," "Seriously amazing." They were getting excited. It was like an out-of-the-ordinary experience, dealing with people I don't usually interact with, and I was excited by the bad atmosphere. Not as a play, but being fundamentally not valued was somehow exciting. The joy of not being treated as a human is similar to self-harm. Being pinned down by scary-looking people and forced to climax repeatedly with a vibrator. It was like an AV scenario, and I was excited. I don't like vibrators, but I was excited. How many times are you going to make me change costumes? I'm not an event companion! From the middle, it turned into a drinking party or oral meeting, but Mr. Charles worked hard to make me climax, so my body was satisfied. So I felt like I had to entertain everyone so as not to ruin Mr. Charles's reputation. But honestly, I wanted to go home. Even when the men were having lively conversations, they would explain things to me and try to include me, and sometimes they would whisper gently, "Does it feel good?" or "What do you want to do?" in a voice gentler than petting a cat, which made my heart skip a beat. However, after the play, I felt lonely. An orgy where I'm not treated as a human, a partner who is kind but doesn't cherish me, being just an item. Once the event is over, Mr. Charles doesn't treat me kindly or hold me. When I came to my senses, I was left with raw wounds. Am I a troublesome woman? I don't know if I'm strange, selfish, incoherent, or normal. I think it's the treatment I deserve or my own fault. But I'm lonely. As soon as we disbanded and I was alone, I felt a heavy sadness and loneliness, thinking, "What am I doing?" My chest felt heavy. Female perspective erotic experience story, original by a woman with a strong libido.

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