Finding my community

It took me a long time and some distinctly less than savoury experiences ‘underground’ to pluck up the courage to go to my first munch. The Kinky scene was something I had shied away from for many years. I didn’t understand that there was a world of people just like me, who lived perfectly normal lives and loved what I loved. I felt like it was wrong, and therefore the people who enjoyed kink in all its shapes and sizes and colours had to be a strange bunch. 

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

My first munch was the most enlightening experience. I tentatively walked in, was greeted with a room full of fairly normal people. I got chatting to a group of men in suits, come straight from work. One started to discuss his beating he got the other day and how his Domme had his cock caged. I had never been in a space that allowed such free conversation, and I loved it. Listening to others stories, sharing my own. It was entirely liberating. 

The very next night I went to the Putney munch. I met more fantastic people, people who welcomed me, chatted to me, took the time to make me feel at ease and shared their kinks. Taught me not to kink shame, taught me that it is totally fine to explore, enjoy and experiment and it is a safe place to do it. 

I went home fro that evening in Putney and told my flatmate, a friend for years, about that part of me I had kept hidden through shame. She didn’t bat an eyelid. The shame of my kinks had all been in my head. Once I had realised that, well I confess to say a floodgate opened. 

Months later, having met some truly wonderful people. Having had a fair amount of cock, taken a good few beatings and cum more times than I thought possible, I have the most wonderful group of friends around me. I am so privileged to call them my friends. They accept my true perverted side, embrace it wholeheartedly in fact. I feel a sense of belonging in a community that I have just started to explore. 

Watch this space... because there are more stories to come! 

The city of sex

‘Good morning Slut, we’re in Amsterdam all week and through the weekend, what are you doing?’ Said the text. I turns out I was free on Sunday and bank holiday Monday. So they sent me a ticket and told me what to bring, which was an extensive list:

Hood

Gags

New butt plugs

Nipple clamps

Corset

Boots

No knickers were required.

Now I have never flown somewhere for sex, for play or to be used. It felt extravagant and really quite exciting. My first awkward moment though came at Gatwick airport, where My bag of toys was pulled aside and the woman went to search it. ‘You need to know that bag is full of sex toys’ I said. She tentivley opened up my wash bag, pulled out my tiny bottle of hair oil and placed it in the clear plastic bag. ‘That is nice but this should be in the clear bag, the rest is fine.’ Red faces I ran to my gate, getting there just in time. 

Upon arrival I had an hour to kill, so naturally wandered around the red light district, because that place fascinates me. All the sexual promise, so many sex shops, shows, women, it’s like my spiritual home when I am in slut mode. 

I was nervous so stopped in a cute little bar before heading to the hotel. It was so exciting to be in a different city, to be summoned by a couple, to be wanted so much a flight ticket was bought for me.  

Eventually, after a delightful little wander around a stunning and exciting city, I headed to the hotel bar, where we were to meet. It was a lovely bar, chilled Sunday vibes with a DJ and wealthy looking locals sitting around small tables enjoying the views and moody skies over Amsterdam. I sipped my espresso martini and waiting, nerves building. In they came. Politeness and niceties ensued. They had had a lovely time, seeing the sights and with some play parties thrown in. Then they told me about a German girl they had picked up. They spoke about her with such passion and just kept repeating ‘you have a lot to live up to / the bar has been set high’. Oh dear. This sounds like a challenge I was not sure I could achieve, but I could give it a good go, I am no defeatist.

We headed to the room to get ready for dinner. Getting ready for dinner for me involved standing in the stunning hotel suit, arms placed on the table, skirt lifted and knickers removed. I was inspected then plugged. Then he got the remote and started to use it on my naked bottom. Ouch. It stung. It also travelled down to my pussy and by now I was dripping. He tested to see just how wet, I sucked his fingers hungrily to show what a willing slut I was. I wanted to impress them. I mean they had brought me all the way to their very lovely hotel suit...!

We went to dinner, my wetness increased. They made me flirt with the hot young waiter, asking what he was doing later and what time he clocked off. We both went red. It was both mortifying and exciting. We had a delicious meal, chatted about all sorts, I told them of some recent adventures and they told me more about the bloody German girl and their sex party at a local club the previous evening. 

We decided to head back to the room after this. She needed to make some phone calls so he started ‘to prepare’ me. I knew they liked to have a less bratty, more obedient sub so I obliged, and did my best ‘yes sir’ act. 

He stated with stripping me, gagging me and having me kneel so that I could get a redder ass. He then placed headphones on my head with beach waves sounds. My heat started to quicken. It is quite disorientating to have your heading taken like that, and speech. I mean wearing a gag is just simply arousing for me, frustrating but arousing. I was not allowed to look up, he kept placing a hand on my head if I looked more than carpet height. It further put me in a submissive head space. 

Once she was off the phone, I have no idea how long I was down there for, he attached nipple clamps, took off the headphones and added a blindfold. It only made me wetter. Still plugged, he started to spank me, lightly at first, getting the right speed and pressure. 

I wanted to please, so he took off my gag and replaced it with his cock. I ate it hungrily, showing my passion, or tried to! 

I was then moved to the bed, face down. They attached my limbs to restraints and pulled deliciously tightly. Then they tried the ‘captain’ in my dripping pussy. Still blindfolded, I was unaware of the size but could certainly feel it was larger than average. With both of my holes filled, he came to sit in front of me, so I could have every hole filled. This position caused some difficulties. To raise my head meant I could breath easily but after a while was difficult to hold, resting my head down meant deep throating and limited access to air. I stayed like this for a while. He realised my predicament and stayed right where he was. 

I was allowed a brief look at ‘the captain’ and once it was put back in it felt even bigger, once I had seen its girth for real.

Later I was allowed to cum, it didn’t take long. The rest of the evening was a blur of cock sucking, fucking, licking and spanking. It culminated in a simply fabulous rolling orgasm, where I squirted so much I soaked their bedsheets. 

I slept, satisfied, on the sofa and left quietly the next morning for my flight back to London. Walking the quiet streets of Amsterdam, relieved that it was a city of sex and that my stench of sex would probably not get noticed!