Stiletto Diaries

I’ve been to some really fabulous play parties as of late.  Unfortunately, blogging about such parties and the happenings therein is generally frowned on upon in the kink community at large. As it were, I can’t give out TOO many details, but I will say that much fun was had by V and myself.

At the Halloween party I had the unique experience of being topped by both Deja and V. At first it was a little…strange, having V there, but once she got down to business with a riding crop I stopped giggling. It was a really good, although intense scene. My head went to a strange space and I felt emotional, and I sort of wanted to cry. Not from the pain, it was deeper than that. I was surprised and not entirely sure how to handle it. Fortunately V and Deja were there to coddle and love me and it passed as quickly as it had arrived.

My ass was sore for days after, as you can imagine from these photos, which were taken three days after the party.

Playing with Deja was a lot of fun, and I look forward to scening with her again, perhaps this weekend at the next play party I am going to.

On Saturday Jack and Nia and I went to Fet Fair in Guelph, which is like a craft/trade show for all things kink. I like it because it supports the local community, and the people who hand make all manner of fabulous toys.

It was a really great event! I got to introduce Jack to a number of my friends in the community, and he bought me a couple of new toys.

The bondage belt was of particular interest to Jack, especially as the man who made it buckled it under my breasts and demonstrated how my hands could be fastened at my sides, leaving the o-ring free for leading me about, or tying me to things, etc. Jack was sold on it! The wonderful salesman also threw in a wooden massager (pictured above, top right) which is lovely for sensation play.

Then there was the quirt, which is an easy-to-use alternative to other styles of whip. It may look small, but that thing packs a LOT of sting.

We were entranced by a demo of this portable suspension rig, and I’m rather hopeful that I might entice Jack to purchase one for me eventually (maybe for our anniversary *cough cough*).  I’d be happy with the cross at the very least, but if we had the suspension frame, we could use it for our sex swing as well.

On our way out of the fair, I stopped to enter the raffle draw they were having, which offered several really great prize packages.  Imagine my thrill and surprise when they called me some time later to tell me that I’d won second prize!

In the picture full of assorted implements you can see most of my winnings.  Here are individual photos of some of my favorites.  Although I forgot to get a shot of the whippy rattan cane that was in there and which has proven quite a lovely toy.

That evening V and Nia accompanied me to a play party, at which we had a fabulous time.  Deja was unable to attend but I did run into another Domme friend of mine who beckoned me to play.  The results of which can be clearly seen below (ass photos courtesy of V).

Notice the older bruises on the outsides of the thighs and hips?  Those were leftovers from the Halloween party, still looking rather nasty even a week later.

All of us had a marvelous time, and I’m looking forward to yet another play party this Saturday.  Unfortunately I don’t think it’s going to work out that V can attend, since Jack will be out of town on business, but Deja is going so I won’t be totally on my own (not that I would mind at this point).  It’s been wonderful getting out more in the community.  I seem to make new friends every time I go to an event.

I finally feel as though I’ve caught up on all the recent happenings, despite the lack of explicit detail (not my doing, those are just the rules).  I should have some more gratuitous ass shots to show off after this weekend, but in the mean time, here’s some boobies.  Happy Monday!

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October has been a great month for sexy fun. I’ve been well-beaten and bruised several times over, each incident better than the last!

It mostly began Thanksgiving weekend, after we’d had our fill of turkey. Deja got out her violet wand and used it on Jack, and then let Jack use it on me, which he seemed to enjoy a great deal.

Then it was time for some cupping! I’d never tried cupping before, and Jack seemed very interested. I stripped down and Deja coated my back in massage oil. She applied the first cup and I was caught off-guard by how painful it was. I hadn’t expected it to hurt so intensely. She used the type of cups which are made from plastic, with a one-way valve at the top. You attach a handle to said valve and use it to suck the air from the cup, creating a vacuum that draws the skin into the cup, pulling blood to the surface and creating very deep bruising. There are other cupping sets available which are glass globes, you wipe the inside with alcohol, light it on fire, and then quickly apply the cup to the back. The fire burns up the oxygen, creating a vacuum that is less severe than the manual pump cups.

She encouraged Jack to give it a try. He quite giddily applied cups to my ass and lower back, getting FAR more enjoyment from the experience than I was.

Then Deja did the most horrifying thing ever. She wiggled one of the cups and then slid it across my skin, making me howl with pain. It felt like she’d sliced me open, and then the pain was in a new spot. There aren’t any photos of it, but there were ‘trail’ marks on my back from where she had moved the cups.

It didn’t take me long to hit my limit, and I begged for them to remove the cups. Deja obliged, grudgingly, but not before she slid a few more of them around for good measure.

Jack was thrilled, and now insists that if I want a violet wand, he must also have a cupping set.

Things were quiet for a couple of weeks, until The Everything To Do With Sex Show last Saturday. Jack and I had plans to go on Saturday evening, and I had offered to ’stunt bottom’ to Deja in the dungeon for a while.

I loath going to the show on weekends, because it’s always packed with people! This year was no exception. It was crowded, and I found it difficult to really look at anything.

Since I’ll use any excuse to dress up, I wore a long PVC skirt, which has slits up to mid-thigh on both side. I paired that with a pair of knee high boots and a blue silky top that looks like lingerie. I also wore a pair of cuffs, but didn’t bother with any panties.

Jack and I looked around for a while, browsing past most of the traditional sex toy booths, since we have plenty of that stuff around here. I did find a couple of really hot bras at Maximum Woman (which is where you have to shop when you have ‘plus sized’ breasts). Jack insisted I get them for myself, and I am glad he did, since I am short on attractive bras.

Since I needed to wear panties for the dungeon demo, I also picked up a couple of pairs of those, including these, which I thought were too cute.

Aside from the underwear, the only toy I bought at the show was this whippy crop, which I hope will get some use in the very near future.

Once we’d seen everything we wanted to see, I met up with Deja in the dungeon. I was giddy, but nervous, especially since there was a considerable crowd in there (at least 50 people). She knew that I was feeling a bit awkward, and assured me that she would blindfold me to help with the stripping down in public like that.

We were setting up to play on the cross, which was situated close to a speaker, so I wouldn’t be able to hear anything going on behind us. I was grateful for that as I wriggled out of my skirt, took off my top and bra, and stood beside the cross in my boots and panties. She clipped me to the rings and then started warming me up. I did my best not to think about all of the people watching me. I really wanted it to be a good scene.

I don’t clearly remember the order of things. It wasn’t an especially hard scene, although it must have lasted at least half an hour. There were points where I hollered, where she flogged me so hard it took my breath away, and where I yelped in pain. It was our first ‘real’ scene together, and she was wonderful about checking in with me (especially since she wouldn’t have heard me safeword over the pounding music). She ran her nails over me, many times, and pulled my hair.

Meanwhile Jack was watching from the audience. During the flogging a girl in front of him remarked to her friend “There is no way she is enjoying that” to which Jack volunteered “Oh trust me, she’s enjoying it very much.” The girls looked at him with some confusion, so he explained that I was his wife and that I did indeed like being beaten on.

Deja informed me that the climax of the scene was about to begin, and then she laid into me with two floggers at once. I grunted and strained against the cross. Before I really got my wits about me, it was over and Deja was unhooking me and cursing herself for not having brought a blanket. I wanted to suggest that she ask Jack for his coat, but my brain and my mouth couldn’t seem to get coordinated enough for the effort. She forced me to sit down and then allowed me to get dressed while I pulled myself together. I had some water and exchanged looks with Jack, feeling very happy with how the scene had gone.

When finally I felt steady I went to the rope which seperated the crowd from the equipment and gave Jack a kiss. A man standing nearby, who had been watching with interest, asked me if I was alright. I said that I was, and then he asked if it had hurt. It did, I told him, but in a good way. Obviously, since I was grinning like an idiot.

I thanked Deja for the scene, gave her a hug and a kiss, and then Jack and I wandered over to the foodcourt to grab something to eat.  He told me how very proud he was of me for being so brave.  He knows how I have struggled for years with body issues and insecurity.  It was a serious stretch for me, but I think I am finally starting to find my way into feeling more comfortable in my own skin.

My tank top did nothing to hide the welts that Deja had raised on my back with a particularly stingy flogger of hers.

After another look around I picked up a couple of chocolate penis’ for V and I, as is our Sex Show tradition. Then, tired but satisfied, we headed home. I had V snap a pic of the welts on my rear end before bed.

It was a good show this year. Better than the one V and I went to last year here in Toronto. Maybe that’s just because I got to play this year ;)  The goodie bags left something to be desired (unlike last year, which was great) and as I said, the crowds made me crazy, but all in all, a good time was had.

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Yesterday morning Nia came over to watch the young ones while V and I went shopping with Varick.  More specifically, to a leather store, in the hopes of finding him some suitable fet wear for this weekend.

That earthy smell of tanned animal skin nearly knocks you over at the door.  I just love that smell, because I generally associate leather with bondage, which I associate with being beaten on, which makes me happy.

V wandered off to try on some jackets while Varick and I looked over the leather pants.  I picked out a couple of pairs and sent him to try them on.

He was a good sport, and I must have made him put on half a dozen pairs of them.  None of them fit right, which isn’t too surprising since (A) it wasn’t a fet wear store per sae (B) he is shorter and really slender.  Not shorter as in shorter than me, but shorter as in shorter than most males.  Plus the cut of the leather pants was designed to provide comfort while riding a motorcycle, not for prancing around at kink events.  They were too big in the ass, or too loose in the thighs, or whatever else.  It was disappointing.

We gave up and decided to grab lunch before we dropped him off and went home.  There was a really cute little cafe where we stopped for a bite.  I could tell that V was less put off by him than she had been the first time they met, which was a relief.  I really appreciate having her support and encouragement while he and I work at sorting ourselves out.

Nothing heavy was discussed, and although he wasn’t his ‘usual self’ he certainly was a lot better.

Tonight we are going to Forbidden, and I am really excited.  Yesterday V and I stopped by Wal-Mart so I could pick up a few things for camping.  Such as bug repellent and a set of mini speakers for the iPod so that we can have music out in the woods.  I am charging up my phone, camera, and GPS in preparation.  This morning Jack helped me lug one of my big storage lockers, full of bondage gear and the like, down from our room and into the back of the van.  According to Varick, Deja has a number of items on the list to teach him this weekend, so in his words, I am in for ‘quite a workout’.

Later today I am picking up groceries for camping.  Varick just told me to get whatever I liked and he’d split the cost with me, so I have a rough meal plan figured out which should suit him just fine (he’s a tad picky that one).  I’m going to ask him to pitch in for gas as well, since I am bringing ALL the equipment.  I am also seriously suppressing my usual penchant for feeding everyone within five miles.  Usually I bring enough food for 30 people, but I have promised myself that I will only bring reasonable quantities, and only as much as I think Varick and I will eat in two days.  You have no idea how difficult this is for me, since I often like to make extra in case people wander over to be fed.

At any rate, this weekend should give me a much better idea as to where things are going with Varick and I, if anywhere.

I won’t be posting this weekend, but I am taking my phone, so I shall see about Twittering as much as I can.  I will probably be tied up a good portion of the time there (both literally and figuratively) but I shall do what I can to keep you all posted!

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I don’t bruise easily.  This is both a blessing and a curse.  On one hand, I rarely have to give up wearing tank tops (which are a staple of my wardrobe) nor do I have to explain unusual markings to friends, family, or children.  On the other hand, the moon-shaped red welts which had graced my upper arms, shoulders, neck, and collar bone last night when I arrived home, have now faded away.

Varick’s teeth, only a short time before, had left these unique ‘brands’ on my skin while I whimpered and panted in his lap.

While I’d been preparing my offering for the pot luck, earlier that day, Varick had called to enquire into what time I’d planned to leave.  I told him that I was going to head there early so that I would have time to set up the fountain and melt all the chocolate.  He mentioned hoping we could car pool, since he’s on my way.  We discussed where to meet up, since I’d not been to his house, and then he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

“Well…I was hoping you’d stop by the house to pick me up so that I can lure you inside and have my way with you before we go to the party.”

How could I possibly turn him down?

He gave me directions to his place, and after packing up everything I needed, I was off!  I found his place without incident.  He rents at this really amazing place out of town.  The yard is incredible, with fountains and trees and flowers everywhere.  The house is one of those big old rambling homes, overlooking a meadow.  His room is very nice, giant windows and plenty of room.  He’s a book whore, like me, they were piled everywhere.  Mostly fantasy novels, which I poked through with curiosity.  I asked him if he’d loan me one that he thought I would like, since I’ve never been much for non-fiction.  He rooted through a stack or two and then handed me a big thick paperback. It’s called Fulgrim by Graham McNeill and it looks pretty alright.  I’m willing to give it a read anyway.

Since I’d arrived just as he was stepping out of the shower, he was still getting dressed while we’d had this little exchange about the book.  After I’d tucked it into my purse, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

“Did you miss me?” I asked, grinning and tilting my head to one side.  He just chuckled and nipped my nose.

“What do you think?” and he pushed his pelvis up against mind and I could feel his rigid cock through his boxers.

He playfully backed me up against his bed and then pushed me down onto it.  He layed down beside me and we kissed and cuddled and groped each other.

“Really we should get going you know” I said, trying my very hardest to be serious while he nibbled and kissed his way down one side of me neck.  He replied by slipping his hand under my skirt and brushing his finger tips over the inside of my thighs and then between my legs.

The party would just have to wait

He managed to coax two orgasms out of me and came in my mouth over the course of the next half hour.  I’d go into detail but then I’d never get the rest of the story told, hee hee.

Finally we gathered ourselves up and dashed to the grocery store to pick up his contribution to the potluck, which was corn on the cob.  He held my hand in the store, and not just that barely-hanging-on-only-doing-it-out-of-obligation hand hold, but a finger-laced and really meaning it holding hands.  I liked that, as you can tell.

We got a lot of corn, LOL, way more than we needed as it turned out, but no matter.  When we arrived at Deja’s, and hour and a half later than I’d originally planned, she just laughed and gave us a rough time.

Varick and I curled up on the couch for a little while while other guests arrived.  It was a pleasure meeting some of Deja’s other friends, all of them kinksters.  It’s such a wonderful and unique experience being in a room with other people, and not having to watch what you say in terms of BDSM or even poly.  I enjoy it a great deal.

I set up the fountain and Deja and her house girl helped me get it working correctly.  The fountain was a huge hit, everyone was very impressed and there was chocolate being licked off cheeks, chins, noses, and fingers.

Deja suggested we watch a movie before supper got started, and she put in an indie film that was made here in Canada, called Walk All Over Me.  Leave it to Deja to find even the most obscure movie about BDSM.  Varick laid on my chest for the duration of the film, which actually wasn’t terrible, although I did cringe a lot with embarrassment for the leading actress, who just seemed to have nothing but bad luck.

When the movie was over, we all sat down around the table and ate supper together.  There was plenty of laughing and great conversation.  Everyone there, except for me, is going to a 5 day kinky camp out in July.  Unfortunately, due to timing, I can’t attend, much to my disappointment (and Varick’s of course).  However, it was exciting to hear about, and I’ve made reservations for Varick and I at Forbidden in August, so I can’t complain TOO loudly.

At one point he pressed his forehead against mine and made a comment about how he wishes I was coming with him.  He promised to learn all sorts of new things (there are a ton of workshops going on there) which he could then do to me when given the chance.

When our bellies were full we adjourned to the dungeon to watch Deja do a fireplay scene with a Dom/sub couple at the party.  Basically he (the Dom) wanted to learn more, and Deja has been trained by one of the finest and most respected tops in the area.  The rest of us mingled at the door quietly while preparations were made and the scene got underway.

It was marvelous and a little nerve wracking to watch them.  I can only imagine how it feels to lay there, naked and blindfolded, while someone paints on you with alcohol and then lights it on fire.  I quiver at the thought, but I want to experience that some day.  Varick wants to learn, and I’d be willing to let him try on me, with Deja’s supervision of course.  Jack feels rather uncomfortable with this however, so Deja suggested that he and I come to her place sometime, just the two of us, and she can show him in person, to see if that puts his mind at ease.  I’m hopeful I’ll be able to coax him into doing that at least, even if he still says no, so that I can cross fireplay off the bucket list at any rate.

We left the players to their scene and wandered back downstairs.  Varick sat down in this over-sized chair and then had me sit down in front of him.  I leaned back into his chest and we cuddled there for quite some time.

Deja came down with her violet wand and did a short scene with one of the male subs in attendance.  He’d never had the wand before, and he seemed to enjoy it very much.

It was getting later into the night, and I was completely relaxed, snuggled up in Varick’s arms, listening to the others bantering.  He nuzzled my shoulder with his cheek, and then I felt his teeth.  I did my best to whimper quietly while he very slowly, very deliberately bit down harder.  Then he relaxed, ever so slightly, only to clamp down again.  The pain was sharp, intense, and then over as quickly as it had begun.

He repeated this process, many times over, making me gasp and pant, while trying to be still and quiet about it.

It would seem I have a real thing for biting.

Before the night was thru I had his teeth marks all over me.

Later, not long before we left, he had me stand in the middle of the room, with my hands behind my head, while he spanked me.  My rear was sore the next day, even though he hadn’t carried on for more than a few minutes.  There was no warm up, just that wonderful stinging heat.

At around 3am we took our leave, thanking Deja for a wonderful time and then hauling ourselves out to the truck.  We talked a lot on the drive back to his house.  Most of it was intensely personal, so I’m not going to share it here, but lets say Varick and I are a lot the same.  Slow to trust, even slower to allow anyone into the confines of those places we keep secret.  Neither of us feel particularly comfortable being vulnerable with other people (especially each other at this early stage).  He expects the worst from people, and I can’t fault him that, I used to think that way too.  He has some pretty deep emotional wounds, and I don’t expect he’ll really open himself up to me unless I’m willing to stick it out for a long haul.

One of the unfortunate drawbacks to the place where he is renting, is that he’s not permitted overnight guests.  Basically, the homeowner has a ton of nice stuff, which he doesn’t want stolen/broken/etc.  Also, he’s trying to avoid having ‘guests’ practically squatting at his place for periods of time under the guise of visiting any of the boarders.  I can understand that, even though it really sucked when I wanted nothing more than to spend the night there with Varick (he was equally irritated).

After a goodbye ‘quickie’ he wished me a goodnight, promised to see me later in the week, and went inside.  I drove back to my place, crawled in to bed with Jack, and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

There’s more to discuss as far as Varick goes, but for now I’ll leave it at this.  I’m quite exhausted and I feel like the last four paragraphs are kind of disjointed as is.  I’m off to bed, and I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!

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We got up bright and early on Saturday morning, since we wanted to have a full day in Toronto before our evening out at Goodhandy’s.

Since we were going to be staying the night in the city we packed up a suitcase of clothes, toys, and whatever other paraphernalia we thought we’d need that night and the next day.  We grabbed coffee and breakfast at Tim’s on our way out of town, since Padme and I both require copious amounts of caffeine for survival.

We made great time getting into the city, and the first order of business was to find parking at Eaton’s Center, and then go shopping in the mall.  If you’ve never been to this particular mall, basically the attraction is that it’s really big, with lots and lots of great stores.  My favorite part of the mall is the display of 50 Canadian geese, suspended from the atrium ceiling.

Not my best photography (by far!) but these should give you an idea of what I’m talking about:

At the mall we went into Indigo, where Padme and I browsed the sexuality section, and she picked up a book of memoirs written by a submissive.  I imagine it would be a great read.  If I wasn’t already up to my neck in books that need to be read, I may have been tempted to pick up one of the books on tantric sex, since I’ve been wanting to learn more about that much talked-about style of intimacy.

We also made a stop at one of our all time favorite stores, Lush.  We browsed all of the wonderful smelling products they offer, torn between what to buy just then.  I ended up treating myself to a Big Blue, a Geo Phyzz, and then decided to try something new with one of their bubble bars, Bathos.  I’ll be sure to let you know how I end up liking it

Padme and I are both chocolate junkies, so we couldn’t resist making a little purchase at Godiva.  Since the summer specials aren’t available all year long, I splurged on a box of six truffles from their new collection.  I had a few later that evening, and let me tell you, SOOOOOOO delicious.

Since we’d seen pretty much all we wanted to see at the center, we made our way out to the truck, and then up the street to NorthBound Leather.  Now, I’ve been reading about this place and drooling over their website for YEARS, and finally I was actually going there to check it out.  Padme and I were both beside ourselves with excitement.

Really it was everything I expected it to be, and more.  That earthy leather smell never fails to give me tingles, and the outfits…totally exquisite.  It took every ounce of will power I had to look through everything and not spend every dime I had.  I drooled over this dress, but I didn’t even try it on for fear I wouldn’t have been able to leave there without it.  There were boots and collars and all manner of fetish gear and toys.  If I ever win the lottery, I think I’ll go back there and just purchase one of everything, LOL, it’s that amazing!  I’m thinking I’ll have to take Varick there and talk him into buying a pair of leather pants.  Mmmmmm…

We managed to drag ourselves out of there, however reluctantly, without crippling our bank accounts.  There were a couple of other adult/fet wear shops nearby, so we decided to take a look around before we headed to Queen St for lunch.  I found a long, black PVC skirt, with slits up both sides, which I decided to pick up for future nights at Goodhandy’s.  It looks pretty hot on me, I must say :P  Perhaps I’ll get around to taking some photos for posting here sometime soon.

Padme picked up some more stockings (you would not believe how many different nylons and stockings that girl has, seriously) although she was still on the hunt for a new skirt or something similar to wear out that evening.

We left Yonge St and made our way over to the ’shopping district’ of Queen St. W.  On our way we cruised past Much Music, which was setting up for the MMVA’s.  The street was an absolute zoo, and I was relieved that our destination was quite a bit west of there.  We found parking near to Banu, which is where we planned to have lunch.

It’s a really sleek little place.  Trendy couch-type chairs to relax on, and tables tiled with small turquoise squares.

Padme and I both ordered vodka, 2 oz each, on the rocks.  She had the Stolichnaya Elit (Russian) and I had Zubrowka Bison Grass vodka (Polish).  We were also brought a bowl of seasoned pistachios, which helped tide us over until our food arrived.

I’ve never been keen on drinking spirits straight up, so that was an experience in itself.  Had it not been such fine vodka I doubt I could have managed it without gagging, LOL.  At any rate, it was satisfying to cross yet another item off the bucket list:

263. Do Vodka shots at Banu

And that wasn’t all!  For lunch Padme ordered Joujeh (grilled chicken wings in a saffron citrus marinade) and I ordered Zaban (braised cow tongue in a tomato saffron sauce) followed by Dom balan (‘Urban Oysters’, lamb testicles marinated in vodka) for us to share.  Scroll over the photos to see what they are in case you’re not sure.

The beef tongue sandwich was really tasty.  The tongue was done perfectly, juicy and tender, and it went so well with the pickle chutney on the side.  Padme even tried a nibble and agreed that it was delicious.  Her chicken wings were fantastic, and I think should I ever go back to Banu, that’s exactly what I would order.  She let me try one and it was seasoned so perfectly and grilled just right.  Yum!

When the lamb testicles arrived, I was excited to try them.  They were surprisingly soft, easily cut with the side of a fork, with a very mild flavour.  I suppose you could compare it to liver, except not disgusting.

47. Eat something really bizarre (like animal testicles)

I think I’d even go so far as ordering these again, particularly if I was in the company of someone else who wanted to try them, but who didn’t want to commit to have to eating them all.  Padme tried a bite, but wasn’t exactly enamoured with them.

We debated ordering a hooka while we were there, but decided against it since we still had shopping to get done and we wanted to leave ourselves lots of time to get ready for Goodhandy’s later that evening.  The chef had never cooked the cow tongue before, and I praised him highly on it, which apparently paid off because he’d omitted it from the bill (or perhaps it had been an accident).

Our bellies full, we strolled up Queen St. and visited a few shops.  Padme found a VERY sexy, short PVC skirt at MissBehav’N.  I was so glad she found something because I know she’d been itching for a new skirt.  It looked fabulous on her, and she’d brought a little white top that ties in the front, to go with it.

We also stopped at Come As You Are, and browsed their impressive collection of toys and books.  Honestly I could have come home with dozens of books, I saw so many that I wanted, but I managed to restrain myself, somehow.

358. Spend a day shopping on Queen Street W in Toronto

Dufflet Pastry was our last stop of the day.  I wanted to take home a treat for Jack, to thank him for watching the kids for the weekend so that I could go out.  I picked up a baby truffle for me, and a blueberry buttermilk euro tart for him.

267. Take home a pastry from Dufflet

Padme picked out a coconut cream tart, and then off we went.  Our hotel was nice and close to the club, and we checked in with plenty of time to get ready, which was good, since it had been a hot day and we both felt like having a shower before going out.

We had some coffee, and then each of us had a shower.  I debated back and forth about what to wear, and we got into the vodka and gin we brought with us.  We were really excited about going out for the night and partying.  I was well on my way to drunk by the time we left the hotel.  I was wearing a very short, very see-through, bright pink and black tutu, and a black tank top.  I was carrying a riding crop, and giggling maniacally.  Padme said I fairly sprinted across the lobby, laughing my fool head off the entire way, and drawing far too much attention to myself in the process.  Ah well.

Goodhandy’s was still fairly quiet when we arrived, which I’d planned on, since I wanted us to have time to chat with Todd before he got terribly busy.  I introduced Padme to him and we had a chance to sit down for a chat together.  She showed him her new tattoo, which he seemed to like.  He also treated us to a round of drinks, which was so very sweet of him.  He asked if the rest of my ‘entourage’ would be making an appearance that evening, and I told him I wasn’t sure.  Nia was out of town for the weekend, so I didn’t know if Flavia and the rest of the bunch would show up.

When the club started to fill up, Todd had to excuse himself to keep an eye on everything.  I had noticed one of the spanking benches was up on the stage, but behind a curtain which they close to provide an area for women and trans people to get away from the drooling mass of males.  I asked Todd if it would be ok to drag the bench out to the front of the stage later, which he said would be fine.

Padme and I danced some, grinding against each other and putting on a bit of a show.  I sat down and she gave me a sexy lap dance, which was very hot, and it seemed like the guys were enjoying what we were doing.

421. Receive a lap dance

At some point Padme started talking to this attractive gentleman.  He bought us a round of drinks and the three of us ended up dirty dancing together.  It was great fun having a girl-guy-girl sandwich.  Padme and I made out some, but I was right in the middle of my period of course, which was kind of a downer.  Still, I wanted her to have a great night and get lucky :P  She asked me if I thought she should hook up with the guy.  He seemed very nice and he was totally good looking, so I encouraged her to do so.

She and he and I all went upstairs after we’d had enough dancing.  We staked our claim in one of the larger booths upstairs, although it didn’t have a curtain.  No matter, I was happy to sit by the doorway, riding crop in hand, to keep back the masses, and boy did I have my work cut out for me.

Padme and the guy started getting into it with each other.  Clothes started to come off and almost instantly there was a crowd gathered at the door.  I asked a few of them to step back, flicking my crop and then using it as something of a barricade.  One of them, a much older man, who was masturbating, put his hand on my leg and I shot him an unimpressed look.  You’re not supposed to touch without an invitation at Goodhandy’s, and he’s lucky I didn’t call over security to have him removed.  He pulled his hand away and then asked if he could touch me.

“Only if you want a serious ass kicking” I said, glaring.  He took a step back, and I was glad the the rest of the group heard me because none of them made a move on me after that.

Padme and her friend were really enjoying themselves.  They were fucking and groaning and kissing and licking each other.  It was quite a sight.  I was very pleased that she was having such a great time.

I noticed a somewhat familiar face in the crowd that was gathered at the door.  I recognised her as a cute cross-dresser whom I’d spoken to there once before.  Smiling, I invited her to sit down beside me on the bench while the others looked on enviously.  She thanked me for letting her sit down and we made some jokes about me guarding the entrance.  In fact the running joke between Padme and I for most of the evening was that I got to be the gatekeeper, and would only grant access to those whom I favoured.

One of the men watching was masturbating very close to one of my feet, because I had my legs crossed which put my foot almost directly under his exposed junk.  I remarked to my new friend (the cross-dresser, who probably needs a name, so I’ll call her Nikki) that if the guy came on my shoe I was going to crop him, hard, right on the cock.  He must have heard me because he seemed a little flustered and not sure what to do.  Nikki giggled and told me I should tap him on the cock with it anyway, and we both laughed.  She’s a bad one, she kept telling me to do it and I kept saying “No way!  You’re terrible!!!” and then we’d giggle some more.

Padme and her friend eventually got finished, after the whole club heard her screaming I am sure.  She’s a LOUD cummer, LOL.  While she went to get cleaned up, Nikki and I went downstairs and I pulled the spanking bench out from behind the curtain.  Nikki stripped down to her adorable bra and panties and up on the bench she went.

Having never played with her before I made sure to warm her up good.  I also paused to ask her how she was doing and if she wanted it harder/lighter, and that sort of thing.  She really seemed to be enjoying herself, and it wasn’t long before Padme returned and joined me in the exquisite torture of our willing victim.

There was also some play which involved Padme bent over, side by side with Nikki, and I was spanking them both simultaneously.  That was pretty neat really, LOL, and they seemed to enjoy it.  My concept of time was a little off, so I’m not sure how long we played like that, but we had drawn a bit of a crowd.  Eventually Nikki was finished her turn, and after she got off I jokingly swatted the bench with my crop and shouted “Who is next?”

Well this little old Asian guy standing near the stage stripped so fast I barely had time to realise what was happening.  Up on the bench he jumped in all his half-naked glory, with his man bits exposed for the whole room to see.  I just chuckled and started in on him.  I had my crop and also a small leather flogger, plus I used my hands.  Padme was complaining that she wanted a turn but I made her wait for it.  The guy seemed to really be enjoying himself, although it was a little too tempting to really go to town on his dangly parts with my crop, HA HA.

423. Spank a total stranger

When I grew bored of beating on his ass, I dismissed him, and he slinked away to get dressed again.  Padme was next on the bench, and I didn’t even bother with a warm up, I just laid into her with the crop and the flogger.  While I was doing this, a kind of odd guy came up, and he stood near her back end where I was working and looked generally confused.  He seemed to be trying to edge in as close as he could without getting the the way of my crop.  I was standing to one side of Padme’s ass, up on the stage, and he was standing on the floor directly across from me, on the other side of her.

Then, he reached out and put his hand on her leg, and I reacted in a split second, smacking him across the face with my crop.  Like literally, right on the cheek.  Not too hard, but certainly he made an impression.

“Do NOT touch without asking” I growled.  He stepped back, clearly startled.  I just glared at him, I wanted it to be completely clear to him and anyone else who was watching that I would not tolerate that sort of behaviour.  There are signs all over the club which clearly state that touching is not allowed unless there is a clear invitation, and in this case, there certainly was not.

He backed away, but returned later to pester us some more.  I shooed him away after he asked Padme to suck his dick.  Seriously buddy, get a clue!

I was getting played out from all the beatings I’d been giving, and finally decided to take a break.  I left Nikki and Padme while I headed outside for some air.  Who should I run into out there?  The clueless guy, of course!

“You know what the trouble with this club is” he said, clearly annoyed “the women don’t participate!”

I just chuckled.

“Sure they do.  Just not with YOU” I replied with a smirk.

He just shook his head and wandered off, dejected.  You know he was good looking too, so it’s a shame he was such a moron.  I mean what does he expect?  To go to a club and have women falling all over him and just fucking anything that moves?  Does that really happen anywhere in real life besides carefully organised private parties??  Somehow I doubt it.  99% of the women I know are a little more discriminating than that.

The night was winding down when I went back inside.  We gathered our things, said our goodbyes, and then Padme and I staggered back to our hotel, totally exhausted.  We barely made it up to our room before we collapsed.

However, we were STARVING, so I began searching online for pizza joints that still delivered at 3:30am.  Finally I found one, ordered a large chicken and cheese, and then promptly passed out.  Padme was already mostly asleep in bed, but she nudged me awake some time later, saying she thought the pizza was there.  I staggered to the door and took the pizza, paid, and then brought it into the room.

“Pizza is here” I said, then set it down on the chair.  Padme didn’t stir and I thought to myself “I’ll just lay down for a minute and then eat something”.  A minute tuned into four hours, and before I knew it, we were rolling out of bed to get the next day started.

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After the interesting adventure that was Friday night, I was really looking forward to Saturday afternoon and spending some more time with Varick.

I arrived at Deja’s before he did, which gave her and I some time to talk. I filled her in on the incident with the police officer and she had a good giggle with me over it all. We also talked some about Varick and about the sex party at Goodhandy’s that night. She was a little nervous about going, which surprised me, but all in all she seemed open and excited about the idea.

When Varick arrived he came over and kissed me and then sat down beside me with his arm around me. He rested his head against my shoulder and I remarked that he must still be tired from the night before. Apparently he hadn’t slept well, and was feeling sluggish.

Deja ordered us out to fetch coffee for her, so off we went. When we got back from Tim Hortons, he and I plunked ourselves down on the couch together and cuddled up. We watched some TV while we drank our coffees, and talked a lot about the scene from last weekend. I’d also brought him two books on BDSM, since he likes to read, and I thought he’d find tons of useful information in SM 101 By Jay Wiseman, and Screw The Roses, Send Me The Thorns By Philip Miller and Molly Devon. Deja agreed that both were very highly recommended, and encouraged him to read both thoroughly.

He flipped through SM 101 and we read passages together, discussing some of the topics covered and commenting on a few things we’d like to try. He was especially glad to see a pre-scene negotiation section, as well as extensive checklists of BDSM related activities.

We sort of lost track of time while we had our noses stuck in the books, and then Deja suggested we figure out what to do for supper. After some discussion we settled on this pub within walking distance, and since it was a beautiful day, we strolled over there together, enjoying the sunshine. I got a chance to check out the way Varick walks, which believe it or not, is a peculiar thing I always notice about a man. How they carry themselves says a lot. Varick has a very confident walk, almost a strut really, but not in an arrogant way. It kind of reminded me of this guy I was seeing around the time that I met Jack. He had this walk that just made me want to follow him anywhere.

At one point the sidewalk was too narrow for us to all walk side by side, so Deja and I fell into step behind Varick, and after a few yards of following him she and I exchanged looks and she remarked that we must look like a pimp with his bitches, and I started laughing so hard because I was having the exact same though. We’re kind of ridiculous actually.

The food was pretty good at the pub, and we talked about upcoming play parties and some other kinky events on the horizon. Hopefully I’ll be attending my first play party later this month Looking forward to that.

Bellies full, we sauntered back to Deja’s place. Varick decided that all my cheekiness had certainly earned me a good whipping, so he sent me off to the dungeon to get ready. I stripped down, put on my cuffs, and waited for him by the St. Andrew’s Cross. He opted to blindfold me again, and then snapped my cuffs to the cross and ran his hands up my body. He started on the outsides of my thighs, slowly proceeded up over my hips, my sides, around to my breasts, and then up to my collar bones. He was pressed against my back and his chin was resting on my shoulder. I was already trembling with anticipation, and when he asked if I was ready to begin, I nodded enthusiastically.

He nibbled my ear and then stepped away. Warming up commenced with him giving me some spanks with his hands, and then he selected one of the soft floggers and started in on me. After he was satisfied that I was ready to move on, he began with one of the thuddier, suede implements. Even though the pain was not significant at that point, my brain started swimming, and I could feel my pussy tingling. He paused often to run his fingers over me, and pinch my nipples while simultaneously biting my shoulder. I could feel droplets of liquid begin running down the insides of my thighs, and when he touched my ass I pushed into his hand, begging him like a slut, to touch between my legs.

Alas he did not indulge me, and continued the flogging, checking in with me several times. “Harder” and “Green” were about all I could manage to croak out when he enquired as to how I was doing. I was lost in the moment, and then there were fingernails, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I started panting and quivering, the change of sensation was significant and woke me up enough from my trance that I realized it was Deja and not Varick. The fingernails finished their work on my back, and then withdrew. I stood, braced for whatever was coming. The pause seemed to drag on forever, and then there was a hiss and a crack and I felt my flesh welt and sting. I gasped and threw myself against the cross. Another pause, followed by a series of hisses and cracks and sharp pain and yelping. I knew it was Deja’s single-tail, which hadn’t been used on me before.

There were plenty of pauses during that stretch of the scene, and a number of times when the whip only got near enough for me to feel the ‘breeze’ it created, which made me twitch none the less.

My skin was glistening with sweat and I was trembling hard by the time he finished with the whip. His hands were on me again, and he grabbed a fist full of dreads and pulled my head back, kissing me hard on the mouth. My knees threatened to buckle under me. He let me go and started cooling down the scene. He made sure to stroke and nuzzle me a lot while using some of the very soft floggers on me. I reluctantly wandered back from that far off place, and when he covered me with a blanket and held me tight, I sighed contently and leaned against him.

Carefully he unsnapped the cuffs and gave me a moment to regroup. He made sure I couldn’t fall down, and offered me a bottle of water right away, which I accepted gratefully.

Once I had gathered my wits again, Deja came in and we talked a bit about the scene. She asked us if we wanted to see her violet wand, since she knew I was curious about it. Varick started cleaning the equipment while she got it out and hooked it all up.

It was an interesting sensation when the wand was passed over the skin. Kind of stingy, but also tingly, sort of like getting a tattoo, but less intense. She also had this attachment where she holds onto this rod and then when she touches you, you get a shock, like static, but stronger. That one was cool. She lured me into kissing her and I got quite the zap to the lips and nose, LOL. I was glad to try it, plus I get to cross something off the bucket list:

413. Have a Violet Wand used on me

I could tell that something was off with Varick. He seemed different while he cleaned up, and I was unsure what was wrong. Deja had some things to do in her office so he and I went downstairs. I sat on the couch, stretched out on it, and had him come and sit down, between my legs, which I wrapped around him, with his cheek on my chest. I asked him quietly what was wrong and he said he just felt weird, and kind of down. I thought it might be Top Drop* so I just stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.

I felt him shudder against me and when I looked down at his face I noticed that he was crying. I hugged him tight and just allowed him to get it out. I was so honored that he was allowing me to see this part of him. I really, really struggle with being so vulnerable and emotional in front of other people, so I know how hard it can be. I treated it as if he was sharing a special gift with me, and I didn’t push for an explanation. I just held him close to me, with my cheek against his hair.

When he seemed to relax he lifted his head and I gave him a little kiss. He apologised and I told him not to apologise, that it was perfectly ok. I asked him what was wrong and he said that he just felt really vulnerable, and like he’d let his guard down with me, and it scared him. I kind of wanted to say “Yeah, I do that to people all the time” but it wasn’t really necessary. I have a very disarming way about me, or so I am told by friends and family.

We cuddled some more, and he said that he didn’t feel like going out, but didn’t want to ruin it for Deja and I. About part way through that he was overwhelmed again and I told him not to worry about it. He made some remarks about how he’s usually always on the defensive with people and suddenly he just felt all exposed.

He said he wanted to step outside, get some air. I offered to go with him but he said he just needed to be by himself for a moment. He went off and I went up to tell Deja what was going on. She got all worried about him too and we debated back and forth about what might be going on.

“Maybe he’s falling for you and he’s all conflicted about it” she said with a grin. I was kind of thinking along the same lines, based on what he’d said about being all vulnerable with me.

She said I should go look for him after he’d been gone about 10 minutes. I decided that would probably be a good idea, just to make sure he was ok. I wandered around the paths behind Deja’s house, and eventually found him, on his way back. We stopped where we met each other and I gave him a hug and a kiss and asked him if he was ok. He said he felt better and he took my hand and we walked back to the house together.

We all sat down in the living room and Deja asked him about his feelings. He said that being with me the night before and then again that day had caused him to let down his walls, and he hadn’t really expected that. He said he hadn’t been vulnerable like that with anyone for a long time, and that what we do in regards to the BDSM is so intense that he was just overwhelmed by it.

Deja went to make him some tea and I whispered to him that really it’s not so bad being vulnerable. He choked up, and shook his head.

“What happened to you?” I asked gently, not wanting to prod too much. He said something about having been hurt badly in the past and that was all I needed to hear. He added that he hadn’t allowed himself to open up to anyone for a long time, and that it was difficult for him. Clearly he has some pretty significant emotional scars, and he’s been closed off and keeping to himself for a while.

He tried to insist that Deja and I go to Goodhandy’s without it, but she and I had already agreed that he wasn’t in any shape to go and if he wasn’t coming with us, we didn’t want to go either. He relented, once we made it clear that we would not be swayed. Deja suggested that we watch a couple of movies instead, and of course he picked I Am Legend, which he knew would scare me because I am a huge wuss when it comes to anything ’scary’ LOL. He offered to let me hold onto him if I was scared, LOL, what a gentleman

We settled in to watch. It wasn’t as horrible as I thought and I only had to close my eyes a few times. He and I were cuddled up together on the couch, Deja was sitting near me on the other couch and she made a point of grabbing me and shrieking during a particularly tense part, which almost resulted in me jumping off the couch. Cruel woman.

No spoilers here, so no worries. I liked the movie overall, although I don’t think I’ll sleep again, ever.

Next we put in The Notorious Bettie Page, which I’ve seen before. I liked watching it again, because it’s an awesome movie! Varick and Deja hadn’t seen it before and they seemed to really enjoy it as well.

After that movie was over Deja put on the TV and Varick and I switched positions so that he was stretched out on his side and I was stretched out beside him, nuzzled into his chest. I dozed off a few times and he teased me about snoring. Deja invited me to stay the night but I didn’t think Jack would go for it so I declined (only to find out yesterday that he would have been fine with it, damn!) and got ready to head home.

Varick and Deja saw me off at the door. Varick kissed me softly and we hugged, and I hugged and kissed Deja, and off I trotted to my van. The drive home was long, but I made it and crawled into bed with Jack somewhere around 4am.

Yesterday I talked to Deja about what had happened with Varick and she’s pretty confident that he likes me a great deal and he’s kind of freaked out about it. She told me at least a dozen times to ‘go slow’ with him and that she thinks if I go about it the right way, I can help him get past his baggage. She doesn’t want to see either if us get crushed, nor does she want to end up in the middle if things go to hell. I promised her I just want to care for him and that I’m going to be gentle with his feelings and not rush anything.

I’ll admit I was angsty over it all. I was worried that he would pull away or maybe not want to see me again because he’s afraid of what’s happening. He called me later in the day to check in and see how I was doing. He still doesnt know (or doesn’t want to talk about) what was going on with him specifically, but I didn’t press the matter since I know he needs time to figure himself out.

We talked about getting together and I mentioned Jack being away for work on Thursday and Friday this week, and perhaps he’d want to come over after the munchkins were in bed to keep me company. I lured him into saying yes with promises of a hot bath in the jacuzzi, and a massage afterwards. There was also mention of the Tantra chair, and the sex swing. Yum. Jack was pleased that I would have company in his absence, since he knows I get lonely when he is away.

Hopefully he’ll get more comfortable talking about his feelings and I can find out exactly what’s caused him so much distress. So, rather than dreading Jack being gone, I’m actually looking forward to it a little.

*TOP DROP: Colloquial A sudden, abrupt feeling of depression, unhappiness, or similar negative emotion in a dominant which may occasionally occur immediately after a period of BDSM activity. May include feelings of guilt, especially if the dominant believes he or she has made an error, or has traditional ideas about relationship or socially appropriate behavior.

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I’ve greatly enjoyed dabbling into BDSM toy reviews, being honestly VERY skeptical of quality when it comes to purchasing such things from ‘mainstream’ sex retailers.  Often I feel it is wiser and even cheaper in some cases to support local or non-commercial crafts people who do leather work.  However, not everyone has that option, nor is it always necessary to go for super durable or heavy duty, particularly for novice or very casual players.  If you’re in the market for a pair of non-locking, buckle closure, leather cuffs, you won’t be disappointed with Rascal Wear Leather Wrist & Ankle Cuffs.

Provided to me by Sensual Direct, these are actually some of the better ‘mass produced’ cuffs I’ve come across.  Sturdy, durable, and adjustable, they each have one D-ring, opposite the buckle, for attaching to things.  You know, like collars, or a post…

The particular cuffs are also somewhat padded inside, making them very comfortable for extended wear.  While they don’t appear to be lockable, almost any set of buckling cuffs can be made to lock.  Simply purchase small padlocks (I suggest purchasing a set of 4 or more which are all keyed the same, this makes it far easier to keep track of keys) that will fit through the buckle holes on these cuffs.  Once you have your victim securely buckled into them, simply slip the lock through the first hole that protrudes out of the ‘back end’ of the buckle.  The lock should make it impossible to pull the strap back through the buckle.  While this isn’t important to most people, I figured it was worth mentioning.

The only negative remark I can make when it comes to these cuffs is that the metal backs of the rivets used will be against your skin while you wear these.  For most people that is not a problem, but I know a few people who have sensitivities to metals such a nickel, and this could potentially irritate them.  Fortunately that is easily remedied with a couple of strips of faux fur or some other fabric which you can use to line the cuffs, or just over the rivets themselves (think along the lines of covering them with small circles of something).

I like that these cuffs aren’t overtly intimidating for beginners, and yet sturdy enough for more experienced players.  I keep them in my toy box as a pair of ‘extras’ for play parties or times when I don’t want to go to the hassle of wearing the set I had custom made some years ago (mine cannont be closed except with a padlock, which can be tedious and inconvenient at times, particularly for removal).  They also come with a nice double-ended snap, of which you can never have too many.

To keep these clean between play, I suggest applying a very small amount of gentle soap, such as Dove, to a damp (but well wrung-out) soft cloth, and then wiping the insides of the cuffs well, particularly around the rivets, where sweat and skin oils can collect.  Wipe again with a clean, damp cloth to remove any soap residue, and then dry thoroughly with another clean, soft cloth.

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Gathering from the e-mails and Twitter messages I’ve received thus far this week, I can tell that some of you are fairly dying of curiosity over how the sex party went on Sunday night. Perhaps I should be nice and fill you in on the details?

Hmmmmm…

Oh, alright. I figure I’ve made you wait long enough now

Nia, her ex-boyfriend, K, F, and myself arrived at Goodhandy’s early in order to assist with setting up and preparing for the big night. We were all pretty pumped up about it, although I also felt a little like throwing up, since I had to be in the fashion show and that sort of thing makes me nervous.

I had brought a couple of changes of clothes with me for the evening, including this totally fabulous pink and black tutu type skirt that I had made by Black Orchid. It’s short enough for me to wear it with my thigh boots, but it still covers just enough (barely). I’d brought a black tank top to wear with it, along with my sexy little strappy stilettos.

The evening got off to a bit of a slow start, although none of us really minded. People began showing up around 6:30pm and by 7:30pm we had a pretty good crowd, although not as many as the organizers had hoped.

We started getting ready for the fashion show backstage. We had enough models that I only had to wear two pairs of thigh boots for the show. I decided that since it was really about the shoes, I would just wear a white button down dress shirt with a pair of panties and then the boots. The first pair I wore out were latex stiletto heeled boots, which seemed to be a big hit. The second pair were actually my own lace up thigh boots. After the second time I went out I started to feel really ill. It was way too hot in the change room with 6 girls changing outfits as fast as possible. Suddenly I felt like I was going to throw up RIGHT.THAT.MINUTE!

I dashed out of the change room in my shirt and underwear, and out the door to the stairwell. I just needed to cool off and recompose myself, and get some fresh air. Once the nausea passed I felt better, and went back inside. The fashion show was done, and we had a pause in the entertainment schedule, so there was time to mingle and talk to some of the guests. I changed back into my tutu and tank top and went to speak to my friend Rob and his gorgeous girlfriend.

Jack arrived and we spent some time chatting with people. There were a lot of very nice guests in attendance, although I would agree that the numbers weren’t what was originally expected.

The pinata party was next up on the schedule. I provided a blindfold and my great big steel and leather paddle for smacking the thing with. Guests lined up and were blindfolded and got a couple of swings each. That pinata was NOT giving up easily, and it took quite a while to finally break it open. When it eventually let loose there were mini chocolate bars, cock rings, free porn coupons, and condoms everywhere. People seemed to really enjoy that part of the night (Jack included who took a turn with the paddle).

There was a fantastic food spread as well, with a chocolate fountain and tons of fruit. I was afraid to eat anything since my nerves were making my stomach churn, but it all looked fabulous, and everyone seemed to be nibbling a fair amount.

I really, really love the atmosphere at Goodhandy’s and it certainly lends itself well to sexy parties. If you haven’t been to one of their I Love Sex parties, I highly recommend checking it out.

F, myself, and some of the other staff on hand took turns minding the door. Since Jack couldn’t stay too late F told us we should go off and have some fun. Who was I to argue?

I led him upstairs with me to the private booths on the second floor. At first we left the curtain open while I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I started giving him a blow job, when this random dude came up to the front of the booth and basically stood right inside watching. Now I’m not bashful, but the idea is to give people space while they play. He asked if he could join in and Jack said no, and then I asked him if he could back off a little since he was practically leaning over me. Good grief.

We decided to close the curtain, for a little privacy (although it’s still possible to peek in a bit around the curtains) before we really got down to business. There are vinyl covered benches in each of the booths, so jack had me get up on my knees on the bench so that he could fuck me from behind. It felt so sexy and naughty to be having sex in a club full of people. I was certainly loud enough that a number of people heard me in there. Jack was pounding me for all he was worth and I was moaning and screaming at full volume. Having kids means we often have to keep it down during sex, so I take full advantage of any opportunity to be as loud as I want to.

When he pulled out I went back to work on sucking his cock and licking his balls until he came with a grunt. Breathless, we cuddled up for a while to recuperate. I wish he could have stayed the whole night, but the babysitter had school the next day.

Besides, it was nearly time for prize giveaways and the balloon burlesque. I managed to weasel out of the burlesque show, passing my part in it off onto Nia’s friend from the Saturday sex party we had gone too. They attached balloons to their nearly naked bodies and the audience got to have a few laughs popping them all.

Jack bid us a good night before heading home. Nia and her female friend and her ex-boyfriend arranged the whipping post on stage and began a very hot threesome of bondage, whippings, hot wax, and knife play. It was quite a scene

I decided that I should drag K off to the upstairs to have a little fun of our own. I collected the bit gag and a leather strap from my toy box and off we went.

Up in the ‘orgy area’ there was a spanking bench. The same one I got spanked on at the Saturday party. K put the bit gag on me and then onto the bench I went, my tutu flipped up to reveal my naked rear end (my panties had mysteriously gone missing sometime earlier).

He began strapping me while I drooled around the gag and struggled to stay still. A crowd began to gather, watching intently while he worked over my butt, starting off gently and then building up the intensity. Soon I was writhing and tossing my head (hopefully I didn’t spray anyone with saliva) and squealing around the gag. Men were watching me struggle, standing around us, observing intently. One of them asked K if he needed and help with me, to which he replied no. He was holding me down with one arm and beating me with the other. It was heavenly.

I wanted him to fuck me right there, in front of all of those people watching. He obliged me, setting the strap aside to push his cock into me from behind, while he grabbed a fist full of my hair. He fucked me hard, despite the fact that we were both a bit nervous with all of the watchers practically breathing down our necks. Clearly they had not heard of personal space.

We switched positions, me on my back with my ass end hanging off the bench, my legs over his shoulders. I took off the gag, since my mouth was drying out from all the heavy breathing. I looked up and I could see a very attractive young man standing behind me. K told me later that he was jerking off watching us. Yum!

Without much rearranging K sat down on the lower part of the bench and buried his face between my legs. His oral skills have certainly improved let me tell ya. He must have been at it for at least 10 minutes. Someone asked if he could play with my boobs, but I politely declined. The guy jerking off kept whispering stuff to me, but I couldn’t really hear him over all the noises coming out of my mouth.

We decided to finish up in private, since it was difficult to really let loose when we felt so crowded, LOL.

Off to the booths we went, when one young man stopped me to ask if he and I could hook up. More accurately he put his arm between K and I, and when I said no he asked if he could join the two of us. Again I said no, and though he was clearly disappointed, he moved aside.

In the booths I began sucking K’s cock. He’s generally not able to orgasm from oral sex, so I was surprised that after several minutes of very enthusiastic cock sucking on my part, he groaned that he was going to cum. More minutes passed before he came into my mouth, hot and sticky and bitter.

He finished stripping down until he was wearing only the green glow necklace that all the security guys were given to make them easily identifiable. It was surprisingly sexy, even naughty in a curious way. He fucked me from behind first, while my pussy juices ran down the insides of my legs. The bench was getting slippery, and so we rearranged ourselves, me on my back and him on top of me.

I could hear Nia and her friends next door to us, clearly having a wonderful time. Nia later commented to K that she could tell it was me in the booth next to them, just due to my screaming.

When I came with him deep inside of me I’m certain most of the club heard, yet again, LOL. Obviously I am not one to be shy when it comes to vocalization during sex. We finished up and I made sure to wipe down the bench before we left.

Things were beginning to wind down some. When the last guest had taken their leave we assisted in clean up, encouraging the bouncers and bartenders to eat as much of the leftover food as they wanted. There was quite a lot left over, which we divided up somewhat before leaving.

Nia and her ex decided to stay in the city with their female friend, so F and K and I crawled into the van and headed back to my place. It seemed like such a long drive that night, since we were all exhausted.

Overall, despite the lower numbers than expected, I think the party was a success. We all had a great time, and it was such a trip to play in public like that again. I’m thinking it won’t be the last Goodhandy’s party I ever get in on Although I might just leave the hosting up to them, since it’s such a great deal of work!

I hope everyone had an excellent weekend as well, and I promise more tales of K’s visit and all of the sexy threesomes we’ve been having. There may even be photos If anyone wants to see them that is