My lady found a party a few weeks ago that looked like we should visit it. It was this weekend. The organizers were planning a kind of swingers party that already had the word rape in its name – but then changed the concept towards a SM party.
It was about the ladies being used. There was a certain surplus of men, which remained however small. It was an SM party. There was a duty to give away the own lady.
When my lady suggested this to me, I was a little astonished. It was again clear to me that I would have problems passing on my lady. But it was also clear to me again that I wanted to do this.
Did she really want to go “there”? She wanted.
The party went over two evenings. The first evening focused on “getting together”, the second on “using”. My lady rented us an SM apartment near the location for the whole weekend.
First of all we were enthusiastic about the apartment. Of course we paid 120€/night for the apartment. But in contrast to the apartment at the beginning of December, this apartment did not only have empty refrigerators. There was coffee, apple spritzer, tea, water, biscuits. We could unpack our things and start a wellness weekend 😇 .
Most beautiful I found
- the hook on the ceiling, which ended in a small motor crane
- the bed under which there was a cage.
The latter was used a lot this weekend. I was lying in bed, my lady lying in a locked dungeon under me. From time to time I stroked her. She slept a lot. I slept a lot.
The party went differently than planned. Also this party tended to be “innocent”.
- There was again the pattern that the couples present were rather pre-sorted to function well as a couple.
- There were very few couples present.
- There were hardly any lone masters.
I packed my lady at the beginning. Wrist cuffs, secured with cable ties. Blindfold. Earplugs. Hands tied behind the back. A leash latched into the collar.
I went with her to the bar right after the opening of the party. I wanted to “trade” well. I wanted to get hold of a good play partner as well as a good play partner for my lady.
- The first lady I asked what I could do with her told me to ask her boyfriend. He, on the other hand, could not be found. When I found him, he told me that his lady was not being played with. Great.
- With the second gentleman I spoke to, I was only apparently quick to agree on a deal. It turned out that he had it in mind that I had sex with his lady (in which I had no interest) and his lady played with mine (which was too risky for me because of her dislike of women). So it didn’t fit at all.
- The third couple I came into contact with I suspected that the “female” was a transvestite. That slowed me down considerably. And proved to be correct afterwards. Somehow it was no fun.
- The sub of the organizer was somehow too experienced to me. I didn’t want to play with her.
- A few ladies were too old to me.
I know. One could summarize above with “Mimimimimi” 🙈 .
My lady was played quite continuously during that time. She remained blind and tied up for the next few hours. She bushed out from the first inexperienced lone master – from a situation in which she had actually gotten her hands fixed to a bar above her head. After that the hands were permanently secured with several carabiners. This worked.
She was worked on for hours in this and that way. More like beating, fingering, kneading. Nobody penetrated her.
The environment was rather family. People knew each other from the evening before. At the beginning I was continuously with her. Slowly but surely the control intervals increased. For the later part of the party I was chatting in the smoking room. My lady was worked on to the senselessness 🙃 .
It was a beautiful evening.
But in the end all participants were all normal people. In particular, they were people who were pre-sorted to a certain sense of responsibility by being able to have an S&M relationship that allowed them to appear there as a couple.
We noticed afterwards again that the party was too innocent for us.
Of course we asked ourselves where this would end? We asked ourselves, what kind of parties would suit us better?
These questions actually didn’t get serious answers until the Easter weekend.