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.