The dinner party

 

It was time to validate our relationship and invite people into the bondage flat. We decided to throw a dinner party for our closest kinky friends. We spent the Saturday preparing. He stored the kink stuff, of which there is a ridiculous amount now… boxes and boxes of hardware, bolts, plugs restraints and more. It takes a while to sort through. My job was cleaning… obviously! Naked, hands and knees collar and tether on, as always. I scrubbed, hoovered and cleaned. It was quite the job. We started cooking and just as the door went, we were ready.

I chose to wear a slutty dress, naturally. Hold ups, lacy G-string knickers and I spent some time on my hair. Seeing my Dom’s face when I presented myself for our guests, and more importantly presenting myself for HIM, was worth the time spent. He makes me feel a million dollars and I love dressing for him.

I welcomed our guests in, one by one they came in from the damp Saturday night autumnal weather and me in my collar tether didn’t faze anyone. This is the joy, normalising our D/s relationship, because our kinky friends understand the intricacies of the life we live and instead of being shocked they find it hot and exciting, just like we do!

We sat around, drank some lovely bubbles, caught up. I took my usually place, on my knees in the centre of the room so I could chat to everyone. This seems to be my comfort spot now; I spend so much bloody time on my knees that it is normalised. It was only when he pointed it out later that I was clearly gagging for it because I welcomed the guests in from my knees that I realised I was actually doing it!

We went through, served a lovely three course Italian meal with lots of wine and even more laughter. It was joy to have everyone around the table, I was having a great time! After dinner we went back to the sitting room, me to my floor spot and we carried on the drinking. Soon, things got a little more ‘handsy’. One guest, a particularly hot Domme who I have certainly had my eye on for a good few months, commanded me to the sofa for some cuddles, naturally I obliged. The issue with sitting next to her on the sofa was that I was not allowed to talk. If I wanted to talk, then it was on the floor. My Dom decided he would show off his latest LAM purchase. Cast iron slave bilboes that are uncomfortable and give me very little movement when locked around my wrists, even less when they are attached to my collar. I have never been restrained publicly before. It is a humiliating piece of bondage kit, I wanted to hide away. I asked a fellow guest to unlock me while the Dom/mmes backs were turned and they were in deep conversation. My friend didn’t do it, she didn’t want to get involved. The more he drank the more strict he became. The problem is he was not getting close to her, the Domme. Things were heating up and with permission I finally got the kiss her. It was great, a delicate and sensitive kiss that felt amazing. He was enjoying watching us interact. I wanted to talk again, so was sent back to the floor. This happened on and off and was humiliating and hot in equal measure. I was already horny as I had been denied an orgasm that morning. He was fed up with me constant asking for a fuck so decided he would fuck my ass without masturbation. I was getting drunk and needy.

Some time after midnight, I couldn’t tell you when, the guests started to filter off. Leaving one by one until it was just me and the two Dom/mes. I cant say I was sad at this one iota. They had slowly heated things up over the course of the night and were now enjoying using my ass as a footstool. Another humiliating experience, which obviously continued to turn me on!

It got late. I needed to lie down. I was released from my wrist irons and made my way to bed… not long after a soft and warm body got in next to me. It was the Domme. I was thrilled. She continued to stroke me, kiss me and turn me on. Then he got into bed as well and made a fantastic large spoon, stroking her like he usually strokes me. I was blissed out, and went to sleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning it took a while to realise I was not just with one Dom but two. What a wonderful way to wake up. All naked in one bed. Obviously, I was insanely wet. Both of them determined to torment me. I made her cum, which was so satisfying. He fucked me, she played with my nipples at the same time. I got the oil out and gave her a massage, he made me finally orgasm on top of her back, which ripped through both me and her. Then de decided he would torture me with the stupid electric zapper. She held me tight next to her soft body while I wriggled and he grabbed my feet, zapping me as I squealed. She loved it, I could tell he did too. I didn’t love it as much. Then it was her turn to zap me, which she loved. Followed swiftly by a pussy slapping that was far too arousing. They then took it in turns to edge me, kept me repeating my mantra ‘no excuses, no cumming’. It was a nightmare, on the edge the whole time with no release. She got me so close and I was absolutely not allowed to cum, so I had to safeword, which really pissed me off! She was delighted!

We kept dozing, touching, cuddling, kissing and stroking in a hungover daze till around midday. Sadly it was time to break the bubble and she ordered an uber. What a sensational morning. The dinner party had most certainly been a success.

 

 

Post weekend high

I have a buzz two days into my week, thanks to a fucking fantastic weekend, that involved a lot of fucking, amongst other things! Amongst many other things! 

I have started to get excited about my weekend with my Dom, he promised this weekend would be different. He would be mean. I foolishly had asked him to be mean and he is a Dom of his word! He had spent the Friday and Saturday creating some sort of bondage infrastructure in his flat, as if more was needed?! We did the vanilla thing, met in a bar on Saturday and had lunch and a few drinks. It was time to get back to his, we made our excuses and headed back to the bondage flat of hell (or heaven, depends which way one looks at it!) 

Upon arrival I was quickly out of my vanilla attire and into my collar and attached to the wire. My new-found comfort comes from wearing the collar and being kept in his flat, locked to the wire. It has quickly started to feel right, a ritual we perform whenever we get home. 

I was badgering him and being irritating. He had had enough, and rightly so! I soon found myself attached to the end of his bed, where he had drilled a ring, the bloody collar was attached and I was left to quieten down... shocked to ensure I did. God I hate the zapper. 

Once I had been left there a bit I found myself a little more compliant. Next it was time to experience the bathroom floor again. Spread eagled with attachments drilled to his wooden floor. He wanted to experiment with more wax play, with the gag and hood attached there was little I could do bar lie there and not move an inch. Which is what I did. 

Out came the wax, it went everywhere. So hot, like dripping bits of lava, all over my body. My underarms, nipples, tits, pussy, the lot. When he had had his fill he let me cum, obviously my pussy gave away my arousal. Stupid pussy.

We enjoyed a quiet evening in each other’s company, me working hard to serve and please to ensure the torture didn’t return. Little did I know what was in store for my Sunday! 

I was restless again on Sunday. I was being irritating and telling him to hurry. Note to self, don’t tell your Dom to hurry, or indeed don’t tell you Dom what to do. I found myself back at the end of the bed, chained and left till I become quiet and more submissive. Yet again it worked. We made it out to the local farmers market, another vanilla day, which was really lovely. But upon returning home the vanilla boyfriend turned into the devious Dom. It was time for the cupboard he had fondly named the ‘cunt’s chokey’. He had even written me a song about it! There were D rings and attachment points drilled to most corners and walls in the cupboard. In I went, attached by the arms, legs, neck and the top of my harness gag. I was not going anywhere in a hurry. There I stayed for an hour or so, not before he put a camera inside to film my torture. After an hour or so of no movement he returned with the dog shock collar. Have I mentioned how much I hate electricity but sadly for me he loves it. It went around my thigh and he pressed the warning buzzer. That was enough to send me crazy. It started on 2 with a range to 10, I managed 5, fuck knows what 10 is like but I really hope I never find out! 

After far too much torment I was allowed out, leaving a puddle on the floor behind me, stupid pussy giving me away yet again! We then fucked, the second anal fucking of the day. He is working on my anal gaping! I fear we are getting close! 

The weekend ended with a caning, I was due 21 strokes as I had been late by a whole 21 mins the day before. He tied me to the bench and got to work, warning me up with his hand and some other implements. Now was the turn of the cane. The pain was intense, I only managed 12 but the feeling when I was untied was of euphoria, a light headed buzz. Turns out I am starting to enjoy the torture. I went to be that night with a smile on my face, in the arms of my Dom. I most certainly had a post weekend high, along with an excellent set of bruises!