The Party Sub, Part Five

Sir and I rejoined the group in the main area and he wandered over to the guy who was beating presumably his partner with a flogger. He’d really liked the material of his flogger, apparently, and struck up a conversation about impact play and the fact that he made his own implements for this sort of stuff. 

Being a little bit subspaced, I just sort of stood on by and smiled. The guy was going through his bag of toys, explaining to Sir what he had brought. The two were comparing strategies, so to speak, and the guy mentioned that he had a hitachi. To Sir’s delight, it was purple.

“I’ve never used a hitachi,” I shared, “I mean, I have a crappy knockoff, but not the real thing.”

Somehow, I had agreed to let this guy use his hitachi on me and I found myself walking up to the loft with the girl who had been flogged. She was super sweet (she could probably see I was a little super nervous) and helped me sit down on the bed. Sir stood beside me and ran his hand through my hair while the guy plugged his hitachi into the wall.

Before he started, he knelt down in front of me and asked me about limits, any kind of joint issues, etc. I’m someone who finds attention to consent like that super sexy, and I got a little blushy and flustered and said something silly to the extent of “just do what you’d like.”

He moved over to my right and took hold of the hitachi. He lined it up with the inside of my thigh and let his free hand settle on my lower belly to steady me as he switched it on. I wasn’t sure where to look as he proceeded to tease the head over my thighs, down my legs, across the hem of my panties. Sir still stood at my side, the hitachi-wielder’s partner was seated behind me on the bed, and the guy was down on the ground, making me moan and squirm and blush.

“It’s her first time with a hitachi,” the partner announced proudly, clapping me on the shoulder, and I became aware of the fact that some people had probably heard me and had come over to watch. I averted my gaze to the floor and looked into the eyes of the guy with the hitachi. He smirked and brought it right over my clit through the fabric of my panties.

I gasped and bucked against him, and as he held a bit more firmly with the hand on my torso, Sir explained, “she’s not allowed to cum yet. It’s too early in the night.”

Maybe I had expected that he would find Sir irrational or something. But, when I exclaimed that I was cumming, he quickly moved the hitachi away and onto my thigh before I could. I huffed in frustration and started begging. “Please,” I pleaded, arching my lower back to try to meet the hitachi, “please, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be a good girl.” I figured the sincerity would be enough to sway him, without having to make good on that promise.

“She gets a little silly when she’s needy,” Sir explained with a chuckle.

The guy just grinned wider and ran the hitachi over the ball of my foot. Being ticklish, I squealed and tried to move away. “Well it’s not up to me,” he replied to my pleads, “and you’ve got to earn those orgasms, you can’t just have them." 

Fuck. Naturally he had to side with Sir on this one.

He took me up to the edge again. Sir was smiling down at me, rubbing my shoulder. When I looked in front of me, a guy was staring from the steps up to the loft, smirking. The guy had applied so much pressure on my lower belly to try to keep me steady that I pressed too hard and fell back. I nearly died on the spot when I felt a pair of hands behind me pull me back up to sit, and I glanced back to see the man in the tuxedo – now with significantly less clothing – who had let us in at the beginning of the evening.

Despite how exposed I felt and how anxious from all the attention, I realized I was about to cum again. He’d taken the hitachi up to the second speed, as if his partner had informed me, and I was barely holding it together. Once more, I shared and I was denied. I pouted, bucking against the guy’s hand and letting out a frustrated squeal. "Come on, please?”

The guy laughed and switched the vibrator off, unplugging the cable. “Well,” he said, “aren’t you a whiner?” I tried to object but, of course, all I could manage to do was just whine about it.

Sir sat down on the bed and I laid across his lap while he stroked my hair and told me what a good girl I had been for being so brave. I was really proud of myself. 

“I hope you let her cum tonight,” said the guy’s partner as Sir handed her a riding crop. She hit me on the pussy a few times, but was so careful and light about it that it was kind of sweet. “I think she deserves it.”