Started out through finding out about a party situation through an online portal but it was having issues so left my weird dorm to find help. the help I found was in this warehouse type space filled with beds and furniture of all sorts, dark, maximalist, so many people and each had their section packed with personal belongings. Not sure who it was but I found someone to help, in her bed, who answered all my questions and gave me the rundown of what to expect. thru the portal saw into and clips about the initiatory party and I was shocked but interested, since it was basically all sex, but with hundreds of people, outside in the dark, in the mud, feral, catching each other, writhing masses of bodies, a chain of maybe 6 people fucking each other, everything. I ask what to do and she says "just go out and get fucked" basically. I go back to my dorm to meet my roommates and get a sense of the place but it's very weird. The guy im talking to is seniority here and is in the arts, and has done all sorts of strange constructions throughout the space. It's truly a maze but the entire place is messy, unfinished, DIY, like an unfinished basement meets garage workshop meets art student studio, just impossible to visually describe with how much was going on and how *much* there was. Spaces all connected, lots of dismantled bikes in the rafters, low ceiling and high, bedroom space after bedroom space already claimed and filled with personal items, bookshelves, weird unfinished kitchens, claimed narrow bathrooms, no doors but many unusual doorways, dark in every corner but with no lack of lamps, neon signs, other lights... I kept wondering where I could set up camp but it kept going. At one point he says "well, here's an unclaimed bathroom" which is within the wood frame of walls but no walls, with one toilet sunken into the floor and a couple nonsensical workout machines of sorts. He gets on one to chill while I check out the other and I'm confused at first because it's a seat like a stationary bike but the innards of the seat are mechanized and controlled by the screen, and I go holy shit is this what I think it is, and as I click through the instructions I see a page with side by side graphics -- machine on the left saying "what to do" or something with a woman sitting on it in ecstasy and "how it feels" on the other with that same woman bent over getting fucked. Dude's like "yea" I'm like "cool" (knowing I'll be back later) and we move on. Later he says something about having built all the machines so I ask if he has a cooch and he says yeah and I think "ohhhh so thats how he got it to work so good" lol. Then I lose some pieces but what comes next is getting ready for that giant party, I meet that girl in a field and we're just chilling with tons of other girls, I'm nervous, whatever. Over yonder are "upperclassmen" I guess? the equivalent in this college-ish analogy? doing some warmup practices when we hear someone call "we've got soooo much cock out here tonight", the call to start I guess, and everyone goes running over there cheering. The team of leader girls starts initiating the warmup for everyone else and I have no idea what I'm doing since I mustve missed that part of the online prep module or something and one of them singles me out and goes "oh yeah, you're gonna be whipped into shape by the end of this" and I go 😳. Then I miss pieces in this transition again but I find myself in the indoor part if this, from of the wild free-for-all outside to the sterile, hellish bdsm-flavored torture complex, in these buildings that still make no sense. Impossibly high ceilings, out of place doors and staircases, futuristic constructions, all black and gray and white, somewhat dim just in how far and sparse the bright white lights are. At first as I'm going around I'm terrified, knowing and having expected that those who find themselves in here have done so for a reason whether intentionally or not, and no single participant has a choice in their participation. I don't see many others not in these scenes or contraptions for a while,
since those who I do are being grabbed up to be put in them or finding what they're looking for and putting themselves in. I know that obviously this is a place of incredible sadism but the more seasoned folks with an air of understanding and expectation about them enter willingly, which intrigues and inspires me, and those who are newer I see undergoing incredible agonies as their minds are broken and transformed. The more I see the more at ease I feel. There are occasional latex- and leather-clad figures monitoring and delivering these experiences and I assume they must be "graduates" of some sort. The contraptions make similar amounts of sense as the exercise machines I'd seen before, but these are built with intense restraints, electrodes, insertions, blades, total bodily control in medical hookups, in varying combinations and complexities. There were a lot of like, swords and other blades??, generally at the ready or directly associated with a contraption or monitor/deliverer. I knew these weren't for me to touch but they did make me uneasy since, you know, straight up deadly weapon. There came a point after I ran into a trio of people (two sworded intense-looking women and their tall, glaring leather gimp) that I wouldn't just be put into the nearest situation, and I started to think that there must be something specific here awaiting any one who enters. This gave me a confidence and curiosity to be more of a blatant voyeur in watching these tortures, all intense but all across the scale of "that is straightup torture and looks like a threat to life but the subject is tolerating or enjoying it so, awesome" to "that person is being completely obliterated through ecstasy and pleasure". I came to a gallery-esque hallway of swords, dildos, and other implements, looking at and touching them with ease as the controller discussed the desires of the (obviously experienced) subject. This was the most human interaction I saw in this entire place and it intrigued me. The subject chose a toy to be fucked with in her ass that looked far too large for anyone to survive and her controller said "this is one of my favorites too" which I thought was cute, before she bent her subject over to force it in (on a fucking machine), strapped her down, picked up a sword... by this time I was leaving the hallway. I'm gaining confidence and I find what looks like a very nice and easy machine, a large narrow circle of track with restraints for bodily support within it and attachments for ass, mouth, and pussy, and there's a butt plug on there and I'm horny and curious so I sit myself down on it before I realize that track is there to pull the subject upside down within the circle and right now is just kinda sliding around. That was the most physical sensation I got in the whole dream. I spotted someone, a large man it looked like, who seemed in control of this section who saw me and started making his way over as I got up off of it and of course that's when I woke up
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