Taking the pet out to play
I wasn’t really nervous because he was with me. It was my first play party and I had no idea what to expect. None.
We went down the hall of this hotel and came to the black curtain, outside the curtain was a table with a sign in sheet and the rules—which we already read in advance. We signed in, and then entered behind the curtain and waited for someone to ‘check us in’. The rules were pretty clear. Vanilla anywhere outside the black curtain. Inside the curtain, clothing is optional. Scening is best kept out of the hallway. No interrupting a scene. No joining without permission. Watching is fine, but be respectful of others space.
After getting checked in, I noticed that the remainder of the hall, which was “the party” was probably about 14-16 hotel rooms. We exchanged shocked glances and made our way in. After putting our things down in the coat room, which was packed with coats, clothes, and toybags, we made our way down the halls—peeking in the rooms. Looking at the different apparatus in each room, we went for a massage table next to some sort of a whipping post that two men were using. They acknowledged us and we asked if we could use the table. I was a bit nervous now, as Sir removed my panties and I laid down on the table in just my corset. He tied my hands and feet to the table, snug so I had a small amount of room to wiggle.
I laid my head to one side and watched one boy get flogged by another one in a skirt and fishnet tights. His bare ass getting more red with each strike. My eyes closed as I felt Sir’s hands slide up my thigh. His voice low, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, “Are you mine slut?”
“Yes Master.” The words poured out of my lips as his pressed to mine. My face went back down onto the massage table and I felt the leather straps tickling over my thighs. I moaned softly as it came down on me. I groaned and jumped. It was a little harder than I expected. He continued as I rested my head and watching to the side, the boy getting flogged. Harder and harder as Sir’s own strikes were getting harder. My quiet groans and grunts got louder as he picked up speed and strength on my ass and the sensitive backs of my thighs until I felt I couldn’t take much more. I was pulling against the ropes—getting closer to my limit—but knowing he knew me. He was watching me and I knew I was safe. I could stop it with a quick word, but I knew I didn’t need to. My mind quieted and slipped into my space. It was divine and the pain somewhat transcended into something different. The pain was there, but it was different somehow. Pain, for me, in my subspace is different. I feel it all over, in one focused area, and not at all. It’s not just the physical pain, but for me, the mental and emotional feeling of safety and release. When my body slipped out, he finally stopped. My breathing was slower now, deeper, more focused. He slipped his hand underneath me and felt my soaking cunt.
“Good girl.”
He moved in front of me and unzipped his pants. I devoured his cock while he started on my ass and shoulders with the crop. His strikes were less fluid, almost distracting. After moments of letting me please his cock, I felt a sharp point on my back. He pressed into the back of my neck until I froze. He pulled back, tucking himself into his pants and moved to one side of me. The point of the blade played over my body. I could almost hear it scratching my skin. It traced over my red ass, my thighs. I flinched when he would press harder, but something in me made me want more.
I was lost to him. I wanted to bleed for him. Disappear, sink into the submissive bliss and drift away. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sharp edge, teasing me and making me want. Listening to my own deep slow breathing, and the whimpers and cry of the boy on the whipping rack next to me. Yes, more.
When he ran the soft material over my skin, it was like warm water. The sensation was comforting. His way of bringing my skin back to it normal senses—almost gently shaking my senses back to life. I admit I was lost in them. He untied my legs from the table and I felt his fingers slide between my legs again. I moaned out—while his fingers slipped through my wetness and I felt them on my clit. I was so slick and wet that I could almost feel the ridges in his fingertips. He manipulated my clit until I was squirming and moaning. Then he pushed two fingers in my cunt, digging them towards my g-spot, but simply thrusting—hard and fast. The way Sir knows I need it if I’m to come from digital stimulation. My moans got loader and his thrusts got faster.
“Are you going to come for me, slut?” he demanded of me.
I was losing breath, and stuck somewhere between subspace and a complete orgasmic frenzy, “Yes, Oh God. Please. Please, Sir- yes oh please- God yes- yes!!”
My orgasms came loud and one of top of the other. My body obscenely humping the table and fucking his fingers and rocking to the rhythm of my own orgasm. He took it from me, one, then another, and another until my moans and cries became winces and whimpers. Again he stopped just as my body thought I could handle only a few more seconds past my limit.
“That’s my girl,” he said, stroking my hair, “my good Pet.” He leaned down again and kissed me before he said, “Do you want more?”
I smiled, closing my eyes and falling back towards submissive bliss he reached for the flogger again.
Fantastic writing, reading that has me so aroused x
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mmm yesssss, you have me craving some of that too now!