Torture Garden at Valentines

I got a ticket from the waitlist. It was a highlight to a very crappy working week, particularly as I knew exactly what I was going to wear. My new red slutty PVC dress, barely coving my ass or tits, it was the perfect outfit for a kinky valentines ball.

We got there early, met up with friends, got ourselves some drinks, watched some wonderful suspension rope bondage. He got horny, so we made our way into the couples room and because it was so early we were the only few in there. This was my first blow job of the night. 

The joy of wearing wipe clean clothes is you can simply wipe clean! 

Next we went off to watch the rest of the suspension show. Someone came up to me and offered me a shoulder massage, how can a girl refuse? He came prepared with some baby oil. He massages me where I was sitting, but he wanted me to lie down. So we made our way to the nearest spanking bench. It happened to be in the dungeon area of the club. I lost my knickers and kneeled across the bench. With my tiny dress, everything was on show. I had one man touching me to make me cum, licking and teasing. The next was massaging me all over my body, then another pair of hands cane to join in. Female hands. She seemed to enjoy my breasts, I enjoyed hers. We kissed and teased each other, all the time the men were working on the rest of my body. 3 pairs of hands really are better than one. When I finally got up I looked around to find the room had filled up and we seemed to be the main draw. That was quite a turn on. 

After chatting to friends, more drinks, some exploring and a few shows we found ourselves upstairs in the club room. There was some more foreplay, publically. I found myself enjoying the exhitionisum. My knickers had long gone, my ass and pussy were fully on display, I had plenty of cum on me. I was a mess. It was wonderful.

Later, after more exploring, watching groups fuck each other in quiet corners, naked bodies and fantastic views and costumes, we found ourselves in another corner. There we got to know each other better, there were four of use, the women sat on the bench, I kissed her, the men went down on us. More cum on my dress and tits, more kissing, more sensations, it was time to go. I put on my vanilla clothes over the top and made my way out. I think this is the start of a long relationship with Torture Garden. Bring on the journey. 

Back to the dungeon I go

They were back in town. They wanted to go back to the dungeon, and who I was I to stand in their way. Naturally I skipped across London because they asked me to, with a somewhat nervous step.

While they were away they had set me a challenge. I tried hard to comply, but clearly it was not quite good enough. I was to practice tasting my own cum. I am not so keen on tasting myself. When someone puts their hands on my pussy and makes me lick it, I find it humiliating... which is obviously the aim, but still. I am usually reluctant. This is why my challenge was to accept it more freely, enjoy it even.

I had practiced now and again, but I suppose I had let my studies slip, and it was noted. 

After arrival I got changed into my corset and nothing else. I had forgotten my heels. This was an issue. That is when the spanking started, the lack of shoes meant I had a very seriously red ass. 

They tied the collar and cuffs on and locked them in place with the click of a padlock. Oh how I love the click of a padlock. 

My ass was filled with a tail, I worked on her to prove my new found techniques of licking pussy. The results were ok, but obviously not good enough. I found a hook in my ass and another caning, followed by his cock in my ass. This was painful but it wasn’t my place to say anything. 

Shortly after this I was strapped to the bench and more pain. This is when the begging started. Clearly I can beg when needed! As I said before, I don’t enjoy pain. It hurt. 

Later I was finally allowed to cum, which I did with an explosion. This was an amazing relief! So wonderful. I hope that next time they take me to the dungeon I will not be in such trouble... or maybe not. Because it was certainly a fun adventure.