Can I just get to a stage in my life where I have excuses to just wear something like this under a coat and go to a certain type of party every weekend?
play party
Somebody said he’d get me to a play party in the fall.
Just putting that up here to hold him to it.
It’s strange and alarming to see a body you’ve come to know in only two dimensions suddenly appear in a doorway and move. And it’s somehow comforting to be eating pizza with that person and find yourself making old jokes that now, too, seem to have abruptly become three-dimensional.
The degree of trust that Daddy displayed in allowing me into her home and into the full-blown dimensionality of her life was I think what kept me from simply being too nervous to function. Yes, I was still massively nervous. But, I was functioning. But we had talked so much about how tumblr reduced people to facets of themselves, and it was an honor to see the full picture.
So, to fill you in: Yeah, Daddy is 300% glitter and all heart. (I am the queen of bad puns.) And by the time we were doing makeup in front of her bathroom mirror and I was slipping into one of her shirts in an attempt to pass it off as a dress, things were starting to feel comfortable. When we settled onto the couches at her friend Cee’s club, the jitters had mostly dissipated except I got super nervous and accidentally walked behind the bar (facepalm) and then I accidentally (but fortunately) spilled half of my drink on some Montrealian attempting to pass himself off as a Frenchman (fistpump).
During the tour of the sex club, she grabbed my hand when I suppose she noticed I was nervous. When I asked her what a spanking bench was, something told me in the look in her eyes that I’d be back over it by the end of the night.
I don’t usually like spanking all that much. It used to be my go-to kinky thing to think about and ask for, but it’s so hard to strike that balance between too hard and too soft and I guess I’m just a picky thing all too often. But, I wanted to be brave for her in front of the throngs of people in the play area.
As soon as I got up on the bench, I was too shy to look up. But, I felt safe in her hands. She knew how to talk to me in such a way that both encouraged me to enforce my limits while making me want to push them for her. She knew how to handle some dudebro who wanted in on our fun (the answer is with total sass and self-assuredness.) She knew when to go faster and when to give me a break and when to check in. It made me really enjoy spanking again with that sort of new, fresh, exciting enthusiasm I first felt the first time I’d ever been spanked. I felt shy and bold all at once. I was glowing stupidly with endorphins.
Before I went to bed, I asked her for a kiss good night.
I fell asleep smiling.
I know someone who doesn’t mind being the pass around party slut.
Me me me it’s meeeeee.
I need to go to another party.
I’m getting addicted to feeling brave.
The Party Sub, Part Eleven
I wish I could say that the evening ended on this amazing note and Sir and I came home and fucked each others’ brains out. But this wasn’t really the case. I had a wonderful night, but a lot of things compounded by the end of it made it a little rough.
I was tired, subspaced and starting to experience a pretty extreme sub drop. I was feeling some shame. When Sir and I tried to fuck in the loft, I couldn’t even get wet. I sucked his cock, but I kept getting distracted and nervous. There were some people up there messing around as well, and for the first time I was hyper-aware of it and it made me really insecure.
So, Sir just let me lie down and he held me, kissing me behind my ear and letting me come down from everything. Star came upstairs and cuddled up with us, and at some point the three of us just fell asleep.
When we woke up, I got dressed and Sir and I gathered our things and left. In the cab back, I started to feel better and even a little proud of myself. While I had left the party being quiet and a little short, by the time we were on the road, I was chatting and gushing and going over the night.
While I dropped a little bit the next afternoon, in the weeks that have passed, I realized how brave I was and how I really opened up to this new experience. If nothing else, I’d say I totally went all-in.
The takeaway is I’m kind of addicted to these sorts of parties and next time, I’ll know a little better what to expect and how to handle all of it. Because, yes, I’m going to make sure there’s a next time.
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.