Last night I went to a local play party that consisted of more than six people for the first time in ... at least a year and a half, more like two. Getting an invite was a bit of a fluke, I met one of the attendees at SE and he insisted on tying me up.
It was a good party. Not the crowd I normally hang out with but I knew about a third of the people there. There was a barbeque and a kinky secret santa, then the play started.
I expected, after my inviter's excessive bragging and numerous and vehement assertions that his interest was just in the rope and trying me up, that he would actually be good and not sexually focused. He got quite possessive and subtly shooed off the three other people I had been talking/flirting with who were watching and kept sneaking strokes even though I was still fully dressed, and my hands went numb before he even finished the chest harness. It was meant to be my first suspension, but after standing there for thirty, maybe forty minutes and having him chase away the people I was actually having fun with I was rather glad of the excuse to be let free.
I spent a lot of time getting cuddly with the young and cute russian, a specialist flogger who is going home in a day or two. Oh he was very, very cute, smelled good too. Once the table had been cleared I got stripped down to my knickers and tied bent over it and he got to practice some extra gentle technique. First time with a single tail whip, and it stung like hell, even if he was going as softly as he could. I could hear (vaguely) the others who were watching laughing and commenting on my cute little squeals, and him assuring them he was going as gently as possible despite my frequent safewording! I was sitting sideways for a while afterwards.
A Mistress took a flogger to me later on, considerably more gently and teasing. I came very close to climaxing right on the table. She has been informed that she now owes me an orgasm, damnit! Her timing was impeccable.
The russian actually asked me to come back to his place afterwards. I can't even remember anyone asking me that before that I wasn't dating, but despite how flattering it was it really stirred me up in a bad way. I didn't really know what he might be expecting, how I might react to the situation, if I might end up regretting it later. I turned him down. Even though I know I'm going to be wondering what I missed out on for ages, at this point I'd rather do that than regret doing it. I'm really still an emotional ticking time bomb, and I don't even know how big the charge is. Of course after I said I wasn't going home with him he went to chase the tail of a Mistress. Rejected.
Gee, for a sex blog, I don't write much about sex, do I?
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