Tonight I’m going to a sexy, fun crazy party with Sir and one of his partners. Star’s also going to be there and is probably/definitely going to tie me up.
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The Party Sub, Part Ten
Sir brought me upstairs and had me lie down with my head resting on a pillow and my ass up. He teased his fingers over my butt and down the back of my leg, leaning in to kiss my thighs. I thought he was going to eat my pussy from behind, but instead he leaned in and started to lick my asshole.
I blushed and buried my face in the pillow. Sir’s never done that before, mostly because I’m way too squirmy about the whole thing. It had been a while since I’d been rimmed, but I found myself squirming back against him.
After a while, Sir pulled back and started spanking me. I took it and felt myself start to get overwhelmed by endorphins once more. By the time he stopped and told me to hold the position, my head was fuzzy and I was getting sleepy. With that, Sir walked downstairs and left me to wait with my ass in the air.
Some people were messing around fairly close to us and when he got back, Sir asked them if I had been a good girl.
“Yeah, she was,” one replied, “she’s a very a good girl.”
I grinned into the pillow.
The Party Sub, Part Nine
After I had my bearings back from having been hogtied on the floor, I asked Sir if I could get into the hot tub. He gave me his permission, so I stripped my stockings and lingerie off and walked over to the tub. There were a bunch of people huddled in there, but they made some room and I slipped in.
My head still felt kind of fuzzy from all the endorphins and the subspace, and so I wound up sitting there and not really talking. I curled up, pulling my knees into my chest, but I couldn’t really get comfortable. I felt small and I just wanted to be held, but I was having a lot of trouble articulating it.
Besides a guy saying he was impressed with me for being a newbie to this stuff, I couldn’t really make myself interact with anyone. I was just a little overwhelmed and I think I might have been starting to sub drop.
So, I got out of the hot tub and a guy gave me a towel. I dried off and went to find Sir, feeling tired and a little low. Sir gave me a kiss and asked me if I wanted to go upstairs because he “wanted to do something for me.”
Naturally, I found the energy to get back up the stairs for that offer.
The Party Sub, Part Seven
Sir’s friend Star is really amazing with rope. After spending a lot of time in it herself, she got good enough at it that she could start to spot the errors that people were tying her up were making. So, she became a rope top out of the frustration that she was experiencing with dom(me)s who couldn’t learn the ropes. Go figure.
Prior to the party, Sir asked if I would be okay with her tying me up and I agreed provided she would actually be into it. As we continued down the stairs from the loft, we encountered her in the main room and I asked her if she’d be interested in hogtying me. It’s kind of my favorite way to be tied with rope and, after asking about my limits and any kind of joint issues, she agreed.
Sir helped me down onto the carpet and I rested my cheek against it as Star got her rope out. She was super gentle, checking in every so often as she wound the rope over my cuffs before gathering my feet up and bringing them close to my hands. I breathed deeply, letting myself relax into the position.
“Does that feel all right?” Star asked when she tied off the last knot carefully. As she leaned up, her hair swept over my back and I shivered.
I nodded, “it’s great, actually.” It sincerely did feel totally great. The rope was snug, but comfortable.
“Do you want me to feed you some grapes?” Sir joked, but there were no grapes. He tried feeding me a cube of cheese out of his hand, but for some reason eating cheese while hogtied and subspaced on a floor is really freaking difficult.
Star has these really nice, long nails and she started to trace them up and down my back. I moaned and buried my face into the carpet, not sure what the etiquette was for telling my boyfriend’s friend that it felt really good and that I was getting turned on.
Someone sat down on my other side and it was the girl from the loft. She smiled and smoothed some hair from my face. “Now, how’d you get into this?” she asked. “Do you remember me?”
“Of course, Miss,” I replied, and she sat with me for a little bit before biting my shoulder again and moving along. I heard voices, but I wasn’t sure how many people were around, and that idea really got to me in a strangely good way.
At one point, a girl laid down next to me and, in a Russian accent, expressed that she “didn’t know enough English to tell me how hot this was” and then asked if she could touch my butt. It’s the most attention I’ve ever received while submitting, and the whole thing was a little overwhelming to the point that I felt like I was high.
When Star untied me, she checked in to make sure I had enjoyed myself and gave me a hug. Sir released my wrists from the cuffs and kissed me. Some people were heading over to the hot tub, and I expressed that it might just be what I needed after this extensive foray into exhibitionism.
The Party Sub, Part Six
Sir helped me up to my feet and started to guide me over to the steps. He looped his finger in between my cuffs, pulling me close as we walked. However, just as I was about to walk downstairs, I walked right into a tall girl in a black dress.
“Well, look at you. Look how cute you are.” She gestured to my lingerie. All I could see was a grin. “Has _____ seen you dressed that way? He likes the whole corrupting innocent girls thing."
I shook my head. I was still a little high from playing with the hitachi and being tied up in front of people, and now being spoken to this way I felt myself getting kind of small and nervous. Confessedly, I’ve always been a little shy about flirting with pretty girls.
"Can I touch her?” she asked Sir, who nodded. She smiled, her face soft and yet still a little menacing. “May I touch you?” she asked me.
“Y…yes,” I stammered out.
She placed her hand on my cheek. “Yes, who?”
“Yes, Miss?” I tested.
Her fingers twisted into my hair and she tipped my head back. Sir, still standing behind me, reached up and rubbed my shoulder. “That’s right,” she murmured and traced her fingers over the cups of my bustier. “Now you’re not going to look at me, are you? You’re going to be a good girl.”
“Yes, Miss,” I replied.
She ran her hands over me, Sir joining her. She asked me questions: if I submit like this often, if I’m a good girl, if I have been to parties like this. I answered her as best as I could, but my voice trembled.
“You’re sweet, but I wish you were more assertive,” she said. Sir reached up and cupped my breasts while she tapped my chin with her finger. “Keep that head up,” she ordered before continuing, “so nervous. I bet you’re a lot more assertive when you’re not like this, aren’t you?”
“I am,” I replied and she turned me to face Sir. "I’ll be more assertive, Miss.“ She leaned down and bit my shoulder, causing me to gasp. She continued for a few minutes and I kept my eyes up, grateful Sir was steadying me with how much my legs were wobbling.
Her hand rested on my hip and she turned me back around. "You can look at me,” she said before bending to kiss me softly. When she straightened up, she patted my cheek and looked past me to Sir, “she’s a good girl. You’re lucky.”
The praise made me glow and I grinned up at Sir. Our new friend said she’d hopefully see us around, and she walked over to the bed to talk to the host and a few other guests.
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.”
The Party Sub, Part Three
Somehow, throughout the course of talking to people before midnight, I had managed to reattach the garters to my stockings with mild reassurance that they wouldn’t snap back off. I wasn’t sure how the whole “taking our clothes off and having a giant orgy play party” thing was supposed to pan out, so I figured I’d like to be prepared in case people started just throwing clothes off.
It was now officially 2014 and people started slipping out of the their clothes. Men shed their button-up shirts but left their bow-ties on, girls slipped out of their dresses. As I had predicted, everyone else there had opted to go for black or red or something in that darker spectrum of lingerie. But, being a little bit of a sicko, I’d gone straight for the bridal lingerie and bought the most virginal thing I could spot.
It was a white bustier-type deal with a cute little pair of matching panties. The bustier had four garters dangling off of it, as I had mentioned, and a pretty adorable kind of lace arrangement over the cups and body.
Someone started playing some music and I shoved Sir onto the designated “dance floor.” I was happy that we weren’t just completely moving into sex and whatnot on a dime. Sir had opted to keep his clothing on for the time being, as he’s into the whole clothed male-nude female dynamic, and I was enjoying dancing up on him and having a great time.
At one point, I turned around to grind against him and found this guy standing in front of me, naked save for a bowtie, with two girls kneeling in front of him and just taking turns licking his cock. To my left, a girl had bent over a few chairs and her partner was beating her with a nasty-looking flogger.
“Well, crap,” I said to Sir. “Looks like this just got serious.”
He looped his arm around me and we watched as a small crowd formed around the girl getting flogged. As I looked on and Sir struck up a conversation with the girl next to him, I felt myself getting brave.
“Would you cuff my wrists?” I asked, liking the dynamic of walking around a party inhibited that way. He smiled and continued talking to the girl as he rummaged through his bag for the cuffs.
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Happy New Year’s Eve, followers.
Drink responsibly, respect boundaries, get messy in your kitchen.
“No mask this time,” Sir told me, “just pretty you. Your pretty face. Maybe I’ll let you bring your blindfold just in case, but you’re not escaping behind a mask this time.”
(I’m so nervous and excited I’m not sure I will be able to sleep.)
So, I went out with my friends today and bought a cute lingerie set for our crazy New Year’s Eve plans.
I figured everyone would be wearing black and red and whatnot, so I figured I’d wear something white. My dress is black, and I figure it’ll be a surprising reveal to take off the dress and have a sweet little white thing on. I’d get more specific, but I’m trying to surprise Sir.
It’s super sweet and virginal-looking and I’m a sucker for that naughty innocence and corruptibility narrative so I’m pretty excited.