This is my fantasy, I've had it a while.
I'm walking down a cold and rainy city street. I'm wearing a suede purple mini-skirt, a velvet purple bodice, and purple high heeled boots.
To shelter from the rain I enter a dark, smokey bar. As I walk in, the dim, purple light bouncing off the chrome decor, I realise that the room is full of beautiful, tough butch dykes, and every one of them is watching me. I go up to the bar and order a drink, but as I lean across the bar to flirt with the hot bartender, I feel a hand slowly caress my thigh. I turn to see a tall, boyish dyke smile arrogantly at me as her hand slowly rises towards my crotch. As I turn, her free hand reaches for my right breast, and soon she is twisting my hard nipple between her fingers.
I moan loudly, and the other dykes in the room watch with envy as she pushes me up against the bar. The bartender grabs my hands, which by now are clutchng the bar, and guides them up above my head, where she secures them with a pair of handcuffs to the ceiling. My legs are splayed, and I soon find that there are manacles around my ankles, securing me in position. Meanwhile the butch dyke is slowly stroking my crotch through my silky purple pants, exciting me and teasing me. The other dykes in the room crowd closer as I moan and sigh. At last she slips her fingers past my pants and starts to rub my clit, hard and fast, building the pressure till I cry out in ecstasy. She leans down to suckle my left nipple through my bodice, and she continues to pinch the right one. As my hips jerk and thrust towards her hand she allows two fingers to slide into me, pushing and probing deep inside me as I pant and gasp. She slips a third finger into my slick, wet hole and pushes deep and hard. I throw back my head and scream my orgasm into the night.
All too soon she withdraws her hand and strolls off into the darkness of the bar. But I am still tethered, and there is a whole room full of dykes waiting to take their turn with me.