My Very Strange Fetish

This is a story about a really strange fetish. Most people will not be able to relate to it. Maybe a few will and maybe they will even get aroused by it. There are very few of us who share this fetish.

The other day, I was browsing my favorite fetish blog. A came across an ad that caught my attention. It said, “I am a professional dominatrix, named Phoenix and I am interested in strange fetishes. Not the usual stuff, like feet, latex, leather etc., but really strange ones that only you seem to have. If you think you engage in something really unusual, please send me a short description of it.”

I was intrigued and wrote back to her.

“I definitely have a very strange fetish. I become aroused by the touch of newspaper on my naked skin. I find the smell of a fresh, crisply folded newspaper intoxicating. I wrap my head in them, sleep in my bed covered with newspapers, I wrap one around my cock and masturbate with newspaper, I beat myself with them in the face, I hit my genitals with them, in short, I’m in love with them. But I like only broadsheets, ideally the New York Times or the Wall Street Journal. I always have had this fetish and I have no idea where it comes from.”

The next day, I got a reply.

“Dear Frank, your fetish does sound very unusual and exciting and I would love to explore it with you. Every other week, I host a get-together at my dungeon where we explore unusual fetishes. We would love to have you. If you agree, you have to be comfortable in exploring your fetish in front of a small audience, ten, twelve people or so. We also record the session since I need a record of it for my research. Please let me know. The next session is next week on Friday at 8 pm.”

I didn’t have to think about it. Exposing my fetish to the world and watching people react to it, just the thought of it made me hard. I agreed.

“Excellent, please bring your own newspapers and bring a lot of them, so that we can explore several scenarios. What is your pain tolerance and how do you feel about being urinated on?”

I replied that my pain tolerance was quite high and though I had never been urinated on I would be happy to give it a try. Mistress Phoenix sent me her address and the following Friday, I arrived at her dungeon.

It was in the basement of a brick building. I discreetly knocked on the door. Mistress Phoenix, a stern-looking Amazon-like woman clad in leather opened the door and let me in.

The dungeon looked like a medieval torture chamber: whips, chains, leather benches and racks everywhere. In the corner, chairs were lined up against the wall. There were about fifteen people of all ages, both men and women milling around examining the various instruments. I put down my duffel bag full of crisp new copies of the New York Times.

“Please take your seats,” Mistress Phoenix announced.

“Today, we have a special guest, Frank. He has a very unusual fetish. He is sexually aroused by the touch, feel, and smell of broadsheet newspapers. His favorite broadsheet is The New York Times. He also likes to be tortured with newspapers. Today, we will explore a few newspaper scenarios. We will videotape the session as always. Please give him a hand.”

There was polite applause.

“Frank, please strip down to your underwear.”

I slowly took off my clothes, fully aware of everybody staring at me. I am an athletic male in my early twenties, and I am proud of my body, so I had nothing to hide. There I was standing in my new designer underwear. Somebody in the audience whistled appreciatively.

Mistress Phoenix went to my duffel bag and took out a copy of the New York Times. She folded it once and started to caress Kurtköy Escort my body with it, face, chest, thighs, and slightly brushing over my underwear. I felt my cock stirring and rising, straining against my underwear. The huge bulge was clearly visible.

This is a story about a really strange fetish. Most people will not be able to relate to it. Maybe a few will and maybe they will even get aroused by it. There are very few of us who share this fetish.

The other day, I was browsing my favorite fetish blog. A came across an ad that caught my attention. It said, “I am a professional dominatrix, named Phoenix and I am interested in strange fetishes. Not the usual stuff, like feet, latex, leather etc., but really strange ones that only you seem to have. If you think you engage in something really unusual, please send me a short description of it.”

I was intrigued and wrote back to her.

“I definitely have a very strange fetish. I become aroused by the touch of newspaper on my naked skin. I find the smell of a fresh, crisply folded newspaper intoxicating. I wrap my head in them, sleep in my bed covered with newspapers, I wrap one around my cock and masturbate with newspaper, I beat myself with them in the face, I hit my genitals with them, in short, I’m in love with them. But I like only broadsheets, ideally the New York Times or the Wall Street Journal. I always have had this fetish and I have no idea where it comes from.”

The next day, I got a reply.

“Dear Frank, your fetish does sound very unusual and exciting and I would love to explore it with you. Every other week, I host a get-together at my dungeon where we explore unusual fetishes. We would love to have you. If you agree, you have to be comfortable in exploring your fetish in front of a small audience, ten, twelve people or so. We also record the session since I need a record of it for my research. Please let me know. The next session is next week on Friday at 8 pm.”

I didn’t have to think about it. Exposing my fetish to the world and watching people react to it, just the thought of it made me hard. I agreed.

“Excellent, please bring your own newspapers and bring a lot of them, so that we can explore several scenarios. What is your pain tolerance and how do you feel about being urinated on?”

I replied that my pain tolerance was quite high and though I had never been urinated on I would be happy to give it a try. Mistress Phoenix sent me her address and the following Friday, I arrived at her dungeon.

It was in the basement of a brick building. I discreetly knocked on the door. Mistress Phoenix, a stern-looking Amazon-like woman clad in leather opened the door and let me in.

The dungeon looked like a medieval torture chamber: whips, chains, leather benches and racks everywhere. In the corner, chairs were lined up against the wall. There were about fifteen people of all ages, both men and women milling around examining the various instruments. I put down my duffel bag full of crisp new copies of the New York Times.

“Please take your seats,” Mistress Phoenix announced.

“Today, we have a special guest, Frank. He has a very unusual fetish. He is sexually aroused by the touch, feel, and smell of broadsheet newspapers. His favorite broadsheet is The New York Times. He also likes to be tortured with newspapers. Today, we will explore a few newspaper scenarios. We will videotape the session as always. Please give him a hand.”

There was polite applause.

“Frank, please strip down to your underwear.”

I slowly took off my clothes, fully aware of everybody staring at me. I am an athletic male in my Kurtköy Escort Bayan early twenties, and I am proud of my body, so I had nothing to hide. There I was standing in my new designer underwear. Somebody in the audience whistled appreciatively.

Mistress Phoenix went to my duffel bag and took out a copy of the New York Times. She folded it once and started to caress my body with it, face, chest, thighs, and slightly brushing over my underwear. I felt my cock stirring and rising, straining against my underwear. The huge bulge was clearly visible.

“Very nice, Frank, please take off your underwear and show us your proud member.”

I obeyed her command. I displayed 6.5 inches of rock-hard uncircumcised cock.

“Nice cock,” a woman in the audience gasped.

“Can I touch it?”

“Later, we will have an interactive session, but not now,” Mistress Phoenix replied.

“First, we will make him suffer a bit, after all, this is a dungeon.”

She roughly grabbed my erect cock and dragged me over to two chains hanging from the ceiling. She put cuffs on my wrists and clipped one each to the two chains. She now bent down and strapped a spreader bar to my ankles. Then she pulled the chains tight. I was completely immobilized, legs far apart and arms apart and fully extended. She grabbed her newspaper again folded it twice and started spanking me on my butt, nipples and back. It felt so good.

Then, SMACK, the paper hit me full force in the face again and again, I was near tears, but my cock seemed to be very happy. It was so engorged it almost hurt.

Mistress Phoenix put down the paper and fetched two leather straps. She unfolded the newspaper, wrapped it around my head and secured it with the two leather straps, one around my forehead, the other around my mouth. She pulled the straps tighter and tighter. I was almost suffocating. What an incredible sensation, trouble breathing, not being able to see or know what to expect.

I screamed, a folded newspaper hit me in the genitals at full force and again, I thought my balls had disappeared into my stomach. Then playful light touch of my cock and balls. I heard Mistress Phoenix walking around me and SMACK, she hit my genitals from behind. I felt my hard cock slapping against my stomach. I was breathing hard. And SMACK again. A muffled scream behind the newspaper. I almost fainted, hanging limply on the chains. And yet strangely, I was still rock hard.

“Let’s take a little break and have the audience interact with Frank. You can touch him, do anything you like as long as you use a newspaper to do so. There is a stack here in the corner. And please do not make him come. We are not quite done yet.”

Mistress Phoenix unwrapped my head so I could look at people as they used me. Most of the people used the newspaper to caress my body, spank my butt and face lightly, some poked me in the genitals. One woman used a rolled-up newspaper to play with my foreskin, a guy slightly spanked my balls. A woman came up to me, wrapped my cock and balls in an unfolded newspaper and squeezed very hard until I whimpered.

“OK, on with the show,” Mistress Phoenix commanded.

She took a thick copy of the New York Times, separated the sections, and with a pair of scissors cut two small holes right next to each other in each section. She then put the sections back together, all the holes neatly aligned. Now it was a thick copy with two holes in it.  She walked up to me grabbed my balls, separated them and pushed one ball through the hole. It took a lot of pushing since the hole was small. Finally, the testicle popped through the hole. Now she took the other Escort Kurtköy testicle and also pushed it through the hole.

Next, Mistress Phoenix grabbed my cock and pulled hard on my foreskin, twisted it and pulled it through the second hole.

“Now, Frank, push your cock through the hole.”

I pushed, the hole was small, but my cock was as hard as steel. I pushed and pushed, and finally, as my foreskin rolled back my cock slid through. Mistress Phoenix untied me from the chains, took off the spreader bar, pulling on the newspaper she led me to the sitting audience.

“Please pull on the paper. His cock and balls are trapped. They aren’t going anywhere.”

A woman pulled hard on the paper.

“Please don’t ejaculate in my face,” she laughed as she stared at my purple genitals.

Mistress Phoenix grabbed the newspaper and pulled me into the corner of the dungeon. There was an open shower with a shower head in the ceiling and a drain on the floor. She ordered me to lay down on my back. She then grabbed another copy of the New York Times and again wrapping it around my head and securing it tightly with the two leather straps. I was lying blindfolded on the ground with my cock and balls sticking out of two little holes in a newspaper.

“I need some volunteers from the audience. I need some men who are willing to urinate on Frank here, hitting the newspapers either on his face or his genitals. There was some nervous laughter from the audience, but I did hear people getting up and walking towards me. I heard the sound of a zipper going down. Suddenly, a stream of liquid hit the newspaper wrapped around my face. It slowly was absorbed by the paper, my face got moist. The stream stopped. Now a second stream hit my cock and balls trapped in the paper. What an incredible feeling. I moaned softly beneath the paper. A couple more guys took their turn. The newspapers were soaked thoroughly.

“Get up, Frank.”

I stood up and the shower went on. I was rinsed off for a few minutes. Mistress Phoenix took off my head wrap and pulled the wet newspaper of my genitals. My balls got through the hole easily because the newspaper was so wet and soft. As my hard cock pulled out, my foreskin rolled back in place. Mistress Phoenix then handed me several single sheets of dry newspaper and I wiped myself dry. She now grabbed my erect cock and dragged me into the middle of the dungeon.

“The grand finale!” she exclaimed.

She told me to cover the floor with newspapers and to lay down on my back. She then covered my face with several newspapers and sat down on my face, the newspapers smothering me. I could hardly breathe. I felt dizzy with excitement.

I felt the smooth touch of a folded newspaper going up and down my shaft, tickling my balls. The newspaper played with my foreskin, rubbing it back and forth over my cock head. I felt come rising up from my balls into my cock. I began shaking and moaning. I was ready to shoot. The newspaper pushed my cock forward. I exploded. Copious amounts of semen shot out of me again and again. I heard the audience applauding.

Mistress Phoenix stood up, grabbed me by my hair, pulled me on my knees. I stared at the newspapers on the floor. They were drenched in come.

“Look at your mess here, Frank. Now lick and suck up all your come from these newspapers.”

I obeyed. The salty taste of my come mixed with the ink taste of the newspapers was heavenly.

“This concludes our presentation. Please rate it on my online survey and vote whether this was the strangest fetish you have ever heard of. Frank, thank you very much for sharing.”

People got up complementing and thanking me. An attractive woman in her fifties came up to me. With one hand she squeezed my semi-hard cock, with the other she handed me a card.

“Great show today, Frank. If you feel like more newspaper adventures, please call me. I even buy the papers.”

“Now my fetish is out in the open and I love it.