Black As My Soul: The Party Last Weekend

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June 4, 2005

The Party Last Weekend

I had the great honor of being invited to a party last weekend… A sort of BDSM party, for lack of better descriptive terms.

It was held at the residence of the host, in a rather secluded suburban setting. I attended with a good friend. She had been asked about whether or not I would be 'in' to such a thing. Would I be cool? Could I handle it? (My authoring this blog is not advertised). I felt honored to be included, frankly.

Walking up to the house, I could see some of the rooms lit with red light, and I could hear screams. It wasn't necessarily a comfort, walking out of the pitch black.

Inside the main entry was a set of shelves stocked thoughfully with various prophylactics, breath fresheners, and clothes-pins. I loved that many of these had more than one purpose.

In the opposite direction was a large piece of furniture for suspension scenes. While I never saw it used, I did later hear that it was in use—or should I say I heard one of the users of said furniture…

I and my companion were late-comers to the party. Everyone had eaten dinner before we had arrived. The spread was largely food designed to go along with a grilled entree of some type. The only things I ate were strawberries dressed in balsamic vinegar and some ripe olives.

What did I see?

The women wore stunning costumes. Wonderful corsets, stockings, fishnets, short-short skirts, PVC, and… pigtails. Gawd were they sexy! The boys? One guy wore a policeman's uniform. His pistol was a vibrator. He made a lot of jokes about serving the public, successfully getting confessions, cavity searches, and the like. The rest of the boys? Not so much. Too many t-shirts. The young boy wearing only jeans and tattoos was kinda sexy, but he was all over his girlfriend who was attired similarly.

But… hey, guys? Dress like you care a little maybe? I dunno… I mean I was only in black jeans and a black dress shirt. I wore it like I always wear my white whirts with jeans: top two buttons open and sleeves turned up twice. I thought maybe it was a little sexah?

Anyway… the host did take off his shirt at the request of one of the female guests who was also topless. After meeting the host and the, uh, cop, I witnessed my first sort of scene:

There were three women on a sofa. One on her back—I don't know that I ever saw her face. A second was straddling the upper body or face of the first. The third woman was kneeling between the thighs of the first—slapping the inside of the first woman's thighs with open hands. The second woman, who was running things, then reached to masturbate the first woman until she came—in front of about 20 or so very interested onlookers. And then the group was asked if anyone else wanted to play with the woman who had just come. That offer was accepted by a male who pulled her onto him and began to paddle her bottom.

Elsewhere in the house I met a beautiful subbie clad in a small PVC top and PVC skirt. She said her master had dressed her. RAWR! She had an excellent sense of humor and was not at all amused with the cops jokes—giving him the hand at one point.

There was play piercing, too. A woman with absolutely amazing breasts (and pierced nipples) laid back with a blissed out look as she was worked by a piercer who added multiple piercings over her chest and breasts. Some sort of string or filament was run between the piercings and pulled taught. Occasionally as the piercings went along, the piercer would pull on the filament, adding extra pressure and no doubt intensifying the sensations immensely. I didn't see any blood—which reminds me that the only house rule was "No blood on the carpet."

The most intense scene I witnessed involved a nude young woman who was restrained with both cuffs and rope, and tied to a bench so that her back and buttocks were exposed. I had hope that the rope work would be more elegant—it seemed to have nice beginnings—but once it was clear the woman was secured, the rope work ended.

She was worked on by both a Dom and a Domme, who took turns with various implements: bare hands, floggers, um, this wire-loop thing, and other stuff… each of which they worked to a screaming crescendo. The Domme seemed to more intuitively understand how to elicit the scream. While I left the house before the woman was released, I do understand that a good time was had by all.

Needless to say… I didn't fall right to sleep after I got back to my hotel room.

Whoa.

[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (June 4, 2005 3:16 AM) by doing evil. [+]