Where do I start to tell you about my weekend?! Friday night was a club near Baltimore, technically a swingers club, but every month, one night is handed over to us sexual deviants, sounds fun right? There's a big dance floor, cool people, rooms downstairs for getting one's freak on, although you sometimes have to book rooms, and there are too many private ones where nobody can see what's going on, what's the point I ask you?! I like to watch, and I like to be watched, just being able to hear the screams gets a little boring. I got tied up in one of those rooms. The tier had all the speed of a glacier. I mean really, after an hour, I had a couple of pointless ropes round my waist, and up over my shoulders, nothing was restrained. Completely pointless act if you ask me, and my dear lord did he take his sweet time, and did I mention how horrifically slow he was!?
The night was great fun other than that though, lots of cool people, I did some pole dancing, which is always fun. And then I watched a beautiful scene, a very pretty oriental looking girl got tied up by D, a hot black guy, strong and lean, and fine looking. He suspended her from the ceiling before whipping her, spanking her, pulling her hair, fucking her with a hooters mini baseball bat (of all things!) he teased her nipples, and used 'zippers' on her (zippers, as I found out, are long strings with clothes pegs tied onto them at intervals, so that once they've been applied, they can be tugged off in one long movement, like a zipper!) It was incredible to watch, but even more incredible than watching the scene, was watching the hug that followed, she sat on a high stool in front of him, and he stood between her legs, and they hugged, and the expressions on their faces were beautifully, blissfully, and completely happy, it would have been sacrilegious to interrupt a moment like that, but it would have been great if someone had a camera nearby.
Saturday night was more fun I think. A house party, middle of nowhere, northern Virginia, long drive into nowhere land, followed by teetering down a gravel drive in heels not made for such surfaces in the dark. The house was nice, big, lots of bedrooms, a garage with a smoking area outside and a couple of st. Andrew's crosses inside, a girl being whipped on one of them as we walked in (me and the couple from the paragraph above.) We stowed our bags, wandered around the house, greeted people we knew, and then I watched as two girls got suspended from the ceiling beams in the living room, an awesome sight, and some beautiful work! As soon as one of the suspension mats was free, my couple had some fun on it, they wrestled, he bit her, pulled her around by her hair, then with his teeth clamped into her thigh, then spanked her hard, she struggled, and their position changed frequently, they were clearly both strong, I guess that's what made it so great to watch. By the time they finished, her ass was a rosy shade, and they were both shiny with sweat from the exertion. They left to smoke, and I found myself suddenly kneeling before a guy I'd never met before, but he looked like he knew what he was doing, and actually knew what I meant when I said 'Kinbaku,' it's my new love affair. The rope marks can be inconvenient, and hard to explain, but they are so worth it!!
He tied me roughly, tugging me around like a rag doll, torturing my nipples cruelly, pulling on my hair, tying me into uncomfortable positions and enjoying my whimpers of pain. The mats were rough, but not the kind that actually gives you carpet burn (thank goodness!) and I was tied and rolled and pushed and pulled and spanked, and lifted, and lowered, and by the end, I curled up in a ball, hugging his leg as he put away his rope. I'm normally (I like to think) quite good at writing erotica, but I honestly could not do this justice, all I know is I was soaking my pretty green panties by the time he was done! The thing that really stands out in my mind, I think, is the tit squishing. There is probably a technical term for it, but I don't know it. Rope was tied around my tits, which makes them very sensitive after a little while, then I was put on my front, with my arms tied behind my back, and my ankles were lifted off the ground, and high up in the air. Almost all my weight was, by this time, on my poor abused breasts!
After that, we wandered some more, I discovered a little pool, warm as a bath tub, and salt water, not chlorinated. In there were my friends, and how could I resist the warm inviting water? I got in, and as everyone was skinny dipping, I realised quite how many piercings my escort had! He must set off metal detectors at airports with his prince albert alone! It was huge! Well, being me, I took that as a challenge, and once he'd removed the piercing (very hard things to swallow you know?) I went to work! The blissed out expression on his face was lovely and rewarding.
After some more socialising, the couple had to leave (there went my chance of a threesome :( ) and I found the man with the beard and the rope again, and got tied up again, and moaned, and gasped, and whimpered, and discovered when he removed his clothes so I could give him a blow job, that he was wearing tighty whiteys, is that ever a good look? Really? Still, he had a nice cock, and I was completely incapacitated, and I wasn't exactly complaining about it!! I discovered then that he was a sadist, my whimpers of pain provoked positive reactions in his cock, which was lots of fun. I guess I was in a funny mood, because I started making him work for those little whimpers. People were falling asleep around us, so I tried to be quiet, but that's not so easy when someone is mauling your breasts, which are already oversensitive from the last time they got tied up and abused! So there was some squeaking going on. He told me then that he couldn't really cum unless he was inflicting pain, a troubling thought when I keep trying to convince the world that I'm NOT a painslut, sure, I enjoy a little bit of pain, but nothing hardcore! We paused then, moved to a comfy chair in a warmer location, cuddled briefly, before I said 'I want to make you cum, but I'm not sure how much pain that would cost me, and I don't want to wake everyone up by being noisy.' I think he interpreted this, as 'make yourself cum' so I corrected him. 'Hurt me.' He didn't need telling twice, he grabbed my nipples, hyper sensitive by now, I struggled and gasped as I choked on his cock, and he started on my breasts again, mauling them roughly, but, somehow, not roughly enough. I looked up into his eyes, 'Harder!' He obliged, and when he came down my throat, I think my nipples were very grateful for the release! We found an empty bed then, and went to bed spooning, 'nobody's ever let me hurt them like that before' he said, and I was all confused, I thought I was a softie!
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