In college I went to a party. I woke up in a room tied face down to a bed with a gag in my mouth and a blindfold and a woman poking me with an electric probe to keep myself on my knees and guys were coming up behind me and fucking me. How many came while I was still out I don't know. When the men left she took the gag out of my mouth and let me drink some water through a straw and then put the gag back on. I fell asleep tied to the bed. I woke up having to pee real bad, I couldn't talk because of the gag in my mouth, I ended up peeing the bed. In the morning when she came in and saw that I had peed the bed she whipped me tearing the skin on my butt. I still have the scars.

She put a belt around my middle and put handcuffs on my wrists and handcuffed my hands behind my back to the belt. She got me up and took me to the bathroom and sat me on the toilet and told me to go. After I finished she put me in the tub and washed me down, wrapped me and dried me off, locked me to a small chair. She took the gag out of my mouth and gave me some water to drink through a straw and then told me to keep my mouth shut and not talk and she sat down on the bed to eat. She would grab my hair and open my mouth and put the chewed food in my mouth with her tongue. If I didn't swallow she used the electric probe on me. She fed me that way, put the gag back in my mouth and took me back to the toilet to pee.

She put put me down on my back and locked me to the bed again. She used the electric prod to get me to open my legs and told me she was going to eat pussy. She got on me all the way, her face in my face and she picked up the bottom of the blindfold and told me that I had to good because she didn't like punishing me. She fed me the same way during the day, first she chewed what she wanted me to eat and then she passed it into my mouth with her tongue until I swallowed it. The next night she said she I needed to drink and she gave me more water through a straw. When I woke up I was dressed in my clothes and I was at a rest stop on the highway.

No one from the party knew where I had gone and no one missed me. I have two large scars on my behind. I dropped out of college. My last sex with man was with the man who manages the business for the family we work for. I don't talk about the college thing. My mother knows. This was all a long time ago. I have had boyfriends, but nothing permanent. I waiting for my girlfriend from California to move here with me. I am 57 years old now and I find that she is the only person I can really be intimate with. No chains or whips, she doesn't need them to keep me on the bed. She knows that I have to see a man or I go crazy. The man I work for wants to be my boyfriend but that is not what I need a man for. I just need her to sell her house and get here.

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by Anonymous on Aug 13, 2018 at 3:40 PM

I wish it was only your fantasy, and I suggest you tell quickly if it was a fantasy or not. Because you do know that a crime like this is not for you to decide should it be investigated or not, because clearly those criminals are very dangerous and finding them, or even getting some details of them from you could lead to solving other similar crimes. I reported your message to federal investigators. You need to explain to them what happened that day.

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