Hello, horny Halloween readers! The idea for this admittedly rather long stop on the Escape Room Halloween Blog Train was inspired by those of you who contact Me and leave the subject matter of your kinky submission completely up to Me. You say you have no boundaries, and no specific kinks. You just want to please Me.

Some of you heed My advice when I tell you that saying this could be dangerous; once W/e begin, safe words are one thing. “No” is another.

I much prefer that a potential submissive explore their kinky tastes on their own before connecting with Me. Provide a trailhead for Me to exploit, so to speak. But some of you insist.

Though I delight in saying that a submissive’s only sexual orientation should be obedience, consider this Escape Room fantasy a cautionary tale. Some of you will be aroused. Some of you will think twice about telling Me you’ll do what ever I want. *wink*

Welcome to the Kinky Hall of Holes.

You’re used to being trapped somewhere tight. After all, you’ve survived Mistress Hunter’s Secret Cave. I’ve got another tight space for you: A kinky hall of holes.

You’re kinky, aren’t you? Of course you are. That’s why you received the invitation.

Go ahead. Take a look at the dimensions. Peer down its length. Not so bad, is it? Only 30 feet or so.

You’ll remember from last year My fondness for halls. But this one is quite a bit narrower than that.

You’re not claustrophobic, are you?

The walls of this “hall” are just about twice as wide as your body turned sideways. 10 feet above your head on both sides is a glossy white. The ten feet from there down is a smooth, matte grey. Go ahead–touch it. Yes, metal.

That makes the ceiling 20 feet above your head. It consists of fluorescent light panels, so that you’ll have full view of the venue for the challenge before you. The floor is black rubber with low profile treads, and the end closest to you seems to fold down into the floor. Yes, a sort of conveyer belt. But it won’t move until you make a kinky choice, and complete a kinky task.

You’re going to want to go forward, clearly. Forward means the end of the “hall”, and escape. Victory. Failure or refusal means you roll back to the start, and another choice you may not like.

Oh no, you can’t opt out now. Didn’t you read the fine print on your invitation? You signed the legally-binding non-disclosure form, as well as the agreement that absolves the creators of this challenge from any liability.

You also agree that once you commit, you must complete it.

Now the only way out, is through.

Let’s get kinky.

Take off all your clothes.

Step inside.  Sideways.

Good.

As soon as you have, a polished stainless steel wall comes down to close off the entrance. It matches the one at the end, that suddenly seems so far away.

A slot opens just above head level, a few inches below where the metal portion begins. With a soft, mechanical whirr, a shiny digital display is fitted into place. Ingenious, isn’t it? So perfectly engineered that you wouldn’t have known the wall could open at any point until then. Bright blue letters begin to glow to life.

Ah, this is how you will know what to do next, as applicable.

“Welcome,” the letters beam.

Having given you just long enough to read them, in the same ingenious way with the same soft, mechanical whirr and pneumatic purr, a perfectly symmetrical circle opens just at the level of your face and just large enough to cover the space from the bridge of your nose to your chin.

You try to peer further inside, but all you see is darkness. The digital display blinks to a new message:

Stick your mouth to the hole, and lick what’s inside.

You think back to the paperwork you received upon R.S.V.P..  Maybe you didn’t read all the fine print, but you do remember it saying you wouldn’t be subjected to anything that would make you ill or permanently maim you, so you surmise that it won’t be poison. Just good, kinky fun, right? You slowly press your mouth and nose to the hole.

Mmmm.  You recognize the scent of feminine nectar before your tongue even touches the velvety lips of what is clearly a pussy. You’re a strong heterosexual male, after all, and eating pussy is one of your favorite things. No worries.

You proceed to work all of your pussy-eating magic, and you are rewarded with just enough sound from the other side of the wall to know that you are giving someone great pleasure. You take the liberty of gripping your stiffening cock and stroking it casually, aroused by the moans. They continue until whomever the pussy is attached to comes to a very wet, delicious, contracting, throbbing orgasm against your tongue, and you almost come to one yourself, but you’re startled away from it by the disappearance of the pussy and the sliding closure of the hole so abrupt it nearly takes off your nose.

And your next kinky choice?

Just as abruptly, the conveyer belt flooring jolts forward five feet. You’ve barely recovered your balance before another hole opens, this time at waist level. The digital display blinks, “Stick your cock in.”

Hmmm. This is a bit more tricky. Whether or not the agreement said you wouldn’t be maimed, a man’s bits are still a vulnerable thing to stick into the unknown. But, how bad could it be? You give a shrug and slip your cock into the hole.

It’s immediately engulfed by something warm and wet and with such expert suction that you give an involuntary moan. You know it’s a mouth, and dear god, a throat, familiar with the particular articulations of human flesh and the slightest occasional unobtrusive suggestion of teeth. Your eyes slide closed, and you press your pelvis against the cool steel, wishing that there were holes on either side so that you could put your hands through and grasp the head of your sucker encouragingly. You do your best to thrust your hips just the same. and muse to yourself that this “challenge” is more of a smorgasbord. Whomever designed it clearly had no idea how game you were to enjoy some kinky “strange”.

Of course, you’re more than a little miffed when the mouth withdraws, once again just as you were building to an orgasm. After the little stroke you gave yourself while eating pussy, and this delicious suck job, both terminating just at the brink, your balls are a bit achy. But you shake it off, and just in time recall how quickly the last hole snapped closed. You bounce off the wall behind you as you withdraw your wet, throbbing cock and the hole snaps shut.

Cockiness is bound to be humbled.

But, you’re making progress. You brace yourself a bit against the wall this time, so jolting forward five feet doesn’t knock you off balance. This time, another hole opens at about the level of your ribs. Huh, what could this be? You consult the digital display above.

Stroke it.

A shiver goes through you. You’ve got to be kidding me. I told them on the form that I’m heterosexual. Sure, I said I’d be up for any challenge, and I did mention a fantasy here and an experience in college there, but I thought they meant fucking an ugly chick or something. What the fuck!

As you remonstrate with yourself, a rather sizeable cock comes through the hole, already hard and glistening with lube. You curl your lip, and gingerly reach out your hand . . . but then snatch it back.

“No.  No way.”

Immediately the cock withdraws, the hole closes, and you jolt back the 10 or so feet to the beginning so roughly that you fall to the textured belt.

Fuck. Start over, huh? Okay. Anything’s better than that.

A blue reflection bleeding down the wall tells you that there’s a message, and you cast your eyes upward.

“Get up.”

Fuck, I’m getting, I’m getting.

And you do. Immediately, another hole opens at waist height, this time a bit bigger than the last. You watch the display.

“1=1. Stick your cock and balls in.”

One what? You say aloud, but there is no answer. Just the barely audible hum of the lights above and the mechanics behind what makes everything work.

Nothing to it but to do it, you say, and press your cock and balls through the hole.

No turning back.

You immediately feel a searing pain and hear a muffled thwack. You yank yourself free immediately, cradling your scalding cock and balls. The hole closes. Your erection is gone, and your cock and balls are red, with two distinctive perpendicular welts running across the shaft.

They hit you with a fucking strap!

Fuck you! You shout at no one there.  Fuck this!

No reply.

I quit! Let me out! I’m done!

Nothing.

You stubbornly sit on the floor with your back against the wall behind you and cross your arms. Someone has to be watching from somewhere. They’ll see that you won’t budge.

The fluorescent lighting goes out, and you’re sitting in the dark. You shrug.

15 minutes tick by. Then 30.  Then an hour.

It’s three hours before you start getting truly restless, before the walls start closing in. At about the 90 minute mark, a slot close to the floor opened, and a bottle of water rolled out. Other than that, nothing.

You never thought you were claustrophobic, but suddenly you begin to panic a bit.

Suddenly, a few thwacks across your cock doesn’t seem so bad. You decide there’s another way to show this fucking challenge who’s boss. You’ll take so many thwacks, you’ll get all the way to the end! You worked out in the time you had sitting there that 1 thwack = 1 foot.

Wait, what would that be? 30? No, you can’t take 30 of those. But you can take a lot!

You get to your feet and flex with a macho growl. You bang your fist on the metal wall.

Okay let’s go!

The same hole opens immediately, and the lights flicker on overhead. You slap your face, arms, and legs, and breathe deeply, psyching yourself up before pressing your cock and balls through the opening once again. You grit your teeth just before the first searing thwack comes down across your tender bits once again. Then another. Then another.

How much can you take?

They fall, blow after blow, and by the time you’ve taken 20 of them, you withdraw from the hole involuntarily because your knees have buckled.

Once again, you’re on the ground, one leg slightly raised to avoid contact with your tormented flesh, hands air cupped over them. You’re grateful for the slot near the floor once again when it opens and proffers forth what you discover is an ice pack wrapped in a towel. Just as you press it to yourself, the conveyor belt lurches to life and slides forward the 20 feet you earned. Despite your agony, you feel triumphant.  Much further ahead than you were before, so surely you should be able to avoid stroking that cock!

The illusion of victory

A few minutes go by, no doubt to give you time to recover, but soon, two holes open above your recovery position on the floor. This time, it’s one hole in the wall facing you, and another behind, at different levels. When you manage to struggle to your feet, cock and balls still throbbing against the soothing cold of the ice pack, you look up at the digital display with trepidation.

Momentarily, it flashes to life.

Suck it or fuck it.

An involuntary moan of dread escapes your lips as a large cock slips through either hole. Both bigger than the one you were asked to stroke. By a couple of inches.

Come on, you shout.  No!

By now you’re familiar with the tiny rumble you feel through the soles of your feet just before the belt prepares to move, and you know your poor cock and balls can’t take any more beating.

No no no!  Okay, okay!

SUCK IT OR FUCK IT.

The letters are larger, and blinking.

Okay okay! Give me a minute to decide!

The message automatically changes to a countdown clock as you regard the cock sticking through the mouth-height hole. You instinctively know that if you let the countdown clock reach zero, it’s back to those unbearable thwacks.

It’s not so bad, right? Better than taking that fucking monster in your ass!

Your hole puckers involuntarily at the thought.

15. 14. 13.

Shit, you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut and opening your mouth. You hear the quiet whirr behind you and know that the other cock has withdrawn, and the hole closed. You sigh with relief. With a forward lean, the massive caramel-colored dong rests on your tongue. You barely close your mouth around it, moving your head in and out perfunctorily. After a few seconds, you see the vague blue flashing through your eyelids. You open your eyes and look up at the display.

One word at a time, in larger letters than before:

SUCK

BETTER

OR

And then an arrow, pointing back the way you came. You know what that means.

Porn star head or CBT dread

The corners of your mouth turn down in a grimace as you tighten it around the cock. It stiffens further and flexes with your increased effort. The head swells, and you attempt to swallow your gorge as you note the distinct taste of something more than skin and spit that begins to glaze your tongue.

It crosses your mind that the better you do it, the faster it will be over. You channel all the best blowjobs you’ve ever gotten or seen in porn, and bring your hand up for your mouth to chase up and down the shaft, twisting both back and forth, minding your teeth. Sucking faster, you let the head dip down your throat a bit, though never having done so before, you gag hard and decide against repeating that gesture. You even find yourself strangely gratified by the increasing moans coming from the other side of the wall.

Just as you think about withdrawing your mouth, having complied, the blue light is seeping through your eyelids again. You open them hesitantly, and nearly gag, not from the cock this time.

SWALLOW.

It’s like the thing read your mind!  Fuck!

You think about refusal once again, but your cock and balls are still stinging and throbbing, and the memory of a repeat seems worse. Plus, somehow being trapped in this kinky hall of holes seems to have weakened your inhibitions.

It’s funny what you’ll do when you think no one is watching.

They said you had to swallow, but they didn’t say you had to keep it down. Let’s get it over with.

You slurp and suck and stroke faster and faster as you feel the flex creeping up the shaft to just under the head, and the moans from the wall increasing in volume and plaintive tone. You steady yourself, and it takes everything you have to stay with it as the first salty, hot ropes begin to fill your mouth. Swallowing as fast as you can, you think to yourself, “for chrissake, finish already!” But it seems like an eternity before you’ve gagged down the last dribbles.  This time you’re grateful for the telltale whirr and abrupt withdrawal of the cock and closing of the hole. Surprisingly, the cum stays down, but rests uneasily in your belly.

Thank god no one you know saw that.

Knock knock! Open up, kinky!

As you’re bracing yourself mentally against the seasick feeling, you lurch forward five feet. Fuck yes! Only one more task!

A shiver runs down your spine as you hear the familiar whirr and whisper, but see no hole appear before you. You can see the blue reflection in the wall just above eye level, but dread looking up even though you know what it will say.

Fuck it.

Somehow the diabolical creators of this challenge know that this will take you aback a bit more than usual, so the letters remain regular sized as you take your time turning to look over your shoulder. Just as you feared, just as you knew, just as you dreaded, just around waist height there is a hole. And hanging through the hole is a cock. Not only just as long as the monster that was there before five feet down, but half again as thick.

The slot at the bottom of the wall opens, and a bottle of lube rolls out. It seems to be mocking you.

Oh god.

Is it worse to try to squeeze that monster into your asshole and fuck it until it creampies your ass, or go all the way to the beginning again, with all new challenges that will undoubtedly be worse? After all, the first hole was a delicious pussy. But when you returned to the beginning again, it was those god-awful thwacks!

You decide to try.

Take one for team kinky!

You slather that cock with plenty of lube, and stroke it until it’s good and stiff.  Your stroking even elicits a moan from the other side of the wall, and while keeping a poker face, you whisper to yourself that you might just get it part of the way there that way, thus a shorter time destroying your insides. But once again, the seemingly telepathic display draws your attention:

CHEAT AND (arrow pointing to the left).

Alright, alright, you cry aloud.

You finger yourself a bit with the lube, and wince at the strain in your O ring as you work two of them in. You’re as ready as you’ll ever be, wrapping one hand around the cock as a guide, and turning your ass to it.

Nothing but the thought of victory and personal bragging rights could get you through the painstaking stops and starts it takes to get even the head inside. Mercifully, the digital display doesn’t hurry or harass you right away. It even lets you pause to adjust at several points, and doesn’t admonish you for gingerly, shallow pulses back on to that monster dong.

But then something strange happens.

Hello, slut spot!

Along with the sting, when that massive mushroom head starts to graze over your prostate, your bruised and battered cock springs to life, and is harder than it has ever been before! More importantly, a feeling of pleasure sweeps over you so overwhelming that you once again nearly fall to the belt. A witness would see a look of almost deranged lust mixed with confusion cross your face.

Fuck! What the fuck? You murmur, but then instinct takes over. You brace your hands on the wall in front of you, spread your feet a bit wider, arch your back, and carefully but eagerly begin to pulse back onto the dong. The pleasurable sensation only gets stronger, and now the muffled moans from the other side of the wall do more than make you proud. Your cock surges again, and you reach down to stroke it with one hand, increasing the enthusiasm with which you push back on that big dick.

Fuck YEAH! You cry, as the pleasure begins to spread up your spine and over your scalp like a warm, thick syrup, building pressurized euphoria localized right in your p-spot. You can feel your hole straining, but it no longer feels like a threat.

Harder. Faster. Deeper.

Soon, your ass cheeks are lightly kissing the metal wall around the hole, and moans of pleasure are tearing out of you beyond your control, matched by faint ones beyond the wall. You’re so close to what feels like it will be an orgasm so massive, so different than what you’re used to that you’re almost afraid of it. But now there’s an emphatic slapping noise of your ass against the wall, and the only blip of an interruption that penetrates your lust for the coming explosion is a little voice that tells you you might just be a little gay.

Good boy.

And then the world goes white, and all you are aware of is the full-body waves of cataclysmic pleasure rolling through your body, the hands-free surging of cum from your own cock, and the faint and repeated cries of pleasure that could be from the wall, or from yourself.

When you come to, somehow you are on your elbows and knees, your asshole and cock both still throbbing, your breath coming hard, your body coated with a thin sheen of sweat, and the unmistakable sensation of an unbelievable quantity of what you know to be cum slowly oozing from your temporarily cavernous hole. When you look between your legs at the wall, you’re almost sad to see that the cock is gone. With what you just experienced, you might even give it a kiss in gratitude.

But soon you’re back to yourself. And you know that what’s important now is that you’ve won. You can explore your newfound secret pleasures once you get out of this place.

Almost on cue, the polished stainless steel wall slides up, and before you, you see your clothing folded in a neat pile on a cube-like chair just outside the kinky hall of holes. But then your smile fades . . .

And you see two clear plastic boxes on pedestals just above eye level. Familiar sounds are coming from one of them.

Sexual sounds.

Just when you thought it was over . . .

You stagger to your feet as you glide the last five feet to the end.

In one box, there is a laptop.

On the screen, there is a video playing. A video of you sucking and fucking.

In the sidebar, you can see a scrolling list of E-mails you recognize. All your friends. Your girlfriend. Coworkers. Neighbors.

In the other box, there is a chastity cage.

A familiar pneumatic hiss opens a space in the wall above the boxes, replaced with the familiar digital display bar.

The five words flash in large letters.

CHASTITY ONE YEAR

OR

EXPOSURE

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Well playmates, I had to stop somewhere! But you don’t have to stop! Continue on to the next kinky puzzle on Our Halloween Escape Room blog train with Duchess Willow on Thursday, 10/21!

(And just for the uninitiated, the featured kinks were captivity, oral servitude, tease and denial/delay, cbt, coerced cock sucking, coerced bi, prostate orgasm, chastity, and public humiliation. *wink*)

Thanks for sticking with Me for this long stop! I hope it was worth it!

Happy Halloween!

xoxo

Goddess Rachel