Looking back on our history as a couple there was still the thought of having my sub used in the room in April . We had noticed that the circle of couples, who are able to go to “such” parties as a couple, ultimately sorts itsself to dear people. The thought of a scenario in which my lady is primarily “used” in a controlled environment – best for a longer period of time – didn’t let go.
She found a party.
Still a SM party, but this time with a considerable surplus of men. Expressly not presorted to have couples present. Instead, explicitly targeting the male surplus. The ladies had to appear relatively permissive. From the dress of O to nudity, all dresses were allowed. Ladies who not wanted to be used were allowed to come – but please keep the collor off. Dominant ladies had to stay outside.
This party was different from the beginning.
It started with the men and women being separated from each other at the beginning. This left the men among themselves in the main room. At the bar, on couches, etc. .
The organizers wanted the gentlemen to get to know each other in this time. But actually most of them just sat there relaxed and waited for the ladies to be shown.
There were many gentlemen. The average age was again relatively high. At least above ours. For the first time in years I had a little stress before an SM party. And heart palpitations. So many men? And what if my lady was now – from mixture of general attractiveness and low age – one of the most desired “targets”?
The organizer came in and opened. He explained the rules of the SSC to the men and presented with high conscientiousness how it would go among SM-people.
He explained to the gentlemen the function of the disinfectants standing around. He asked them to disinfect their hands after playing with a lady. Under no circumstances should they grab into one lady first and then into the next without disinfection (hope that Trump did this, too).
Uhoh. That had to be explained? SSC had to be explained?
The ladies were led in. All with hooded cloaks over their clothes. Some naked, some with corsets and skirts, some in O dress.
The ladies were placed in a circle, while the men watched from armchairs, couches, or a gallery. The organizer then went in a circle, opened the knots of the capes and gave them to the ladies in their hands. When all the knots were open, they dropped the capes at his request.
The ladies were then left standing for a while. They were asked to turn the front out so that they could be watched. They were led to their masters. These again let them kneel down, locked them in cages, etc. . Several times 5-10 women were led in this way, 4-5 times in a row.
It became very obvious that at least the couples present – and thus also their male parts – had much more experience than that one had to explain the basics of the SSC.
(Did I already mention that my lady suggested right at the beginning that one should rather agree on RACK than on SSC? -> we orientate ourselves on RACK)
When my lady unveiled her hooded cape, she was standing there beautifully. Youthful. Her gaze lowered. In the dress of O. With underbust corset. With a transparent cloth around her neck and over her breasts. Wrist cuffs secured with cable ties. Collar.
When she was brought to me, I removed the cloth over her breasts. I put a blindfold on her. I tied her hands and let her kneel on a pillow that was ready. While she was kneeling I watched from a gallery – together with other men – the unveiling of the other women.
Until then I had not exchanged words with anyone. Most of the other men were silent as well. To communicate finally with someone I shared a few thoughts on the gallery with a man of my age. I joked that I would be afraid of theoretically having a big choice tonight… but in practice I might not feel calm and would perhaps not really move away from my lady the whole evening.
He whispered back: “Yep. But in case of doubt it’s very easy: if it gets too hard, you take off her collar and place her on a couch.”
OK. The thought was worth keeping in mind…
The organizer asked all men to introduce his lady to other men. To show them around. To talk to each other.
I did, as requested, removed my lady’s blindfold, put on her collar, began to lead her.
After about 2 minutes I stopped that. The others didn’t actually go around either. They went quickly into the game.
So I fastened a chain to a ceiling hook next to armchairs and couches in the main room, fastened her hands above her head, blindfolded her, placed ear plugs.
The wolves already surrounded us.
An older gentleman in a tux asked if he could touch her. I affirmed – and it started. I watched the scene.
My lady was grabbed everywhere. At the breasts. Between the legs. The gentleman rubbed his limb – through the closed suit on her. His noises were such that I thought he had penetrated her. But the angle was not right. So he was obviously only strongly aroused.
I began to notice that the flowing O-dress would keep me from seeing what the gentlemen were doing exactly in my lady’s pubic area all evening. That was not ideal.
Likewise the underbust corset was pretty – but left the breasts free. They were sucked, they were kneaded, they were pinched. Was that what I wanted? And what about the two-year-old who wanted to drink from the breasts?
Soon afterwards the first one penetrated her. I had been only a few meters away at the bar and had got myself a drink – he had already penetrated when I was back. I pointed out in amazement that I hadn’t seen him put on a condom, if there was one on it? He withdrew briefly. I saw the condom. I smiled, said “attack”, he grinned and it went on.
There were many men in the course of the evening. I don’t know how many. My lady hung with her hands up on the ceiling hook and was allowed to feel how one after the other penetrated her. She simply couldn’t control anything. There were sometimes 2-3 men parallel to her. They left her head free despite the fact that I had not marked it for that.
In the course of the evening I took sometime disinfectant and cleaned the breasts. I noticed that it was important to fix the hands securely at the top – so nobody could loosen the hands to lead them into his intimate area. And because the hands were fixed at the top, the mouth was safe from someone coming up with the idea of leading it into his intimate area.
By the mechanically secure fixation of my lady also the situation was fixed in a controlled way. One could reach the pubic area and breasts. And that was all.
For me, the picture with the many men was slightly disturbing. But it was also clear to me that my lady was in the highest heaven. She knew that I was taking care of her. I also went to her several times and briefly stroked her face in a way that made it clear to her that this was me. The men respectfully went back for a moment in those moments or paused. My lady obviously always felt this to be a short safety time. Then it went on.
As feared, I did not get to look around for other ladies. I had also not the slightest desire on it. I simply had a more important task.
After about 1,5 – 2 hours I stopped the situation. The most important reason for me was that my tension level was too constantly high. Also from the mouth of my lady came words, which were rather stammered and quiet. I noticed that in one situation I couldn’t really define, if there had just been a “help”. This would have been against all party codes. “Mayday”, “red”, … would be what she would have had to say if she really wanted to stop. But the fact that she could barely talk was a little too much of a good thing.
It was actually enough. And who even said that her hands weren’t slowly numb? My lady had been hanging in her fixation for a really long time now. The hands had been cold for a while. That I could see under the dress of the O only limited whether the gentlemen really used condoms, had increased in the long run also my stress level.
The party was about fun… and it was time to end this 😷 .
I took her off, led her – still deaf and blind – in front of an armchair. Let her kneel. Got me a drink. Removed blindfold and earplugs. Let her put her head on my knees while I sat in the armchair. Slowly she returned to the real world.
My lady was happy. She was – from her point of view – “mine”. She had been “mine” because I had the power to make her available to others and to controlled the situation. She had had a dream fulfilled that she had had since her puberty.
The master I had spoken to at the beginning asked if he and his wife could sit down. I was happy. I joked that it would be great to end the evening the way it started.
We got into conversation with the couple. The gentlemen on the couch, the ladies kneeling on the floor 😘 . It was nice.
We have learned from the evening that we reached our borders. It was a beautiful evening. Once again we grew even closer together. But the previous “higher, faster, further”, which we had operated with regard to “third-party use”, can now be reconsidered.
In retrospect, it also got clear to me that my lady would first be given a spiral in her vagina before we visit such an event next time. It was reassuring how experienced most of the men were. With a mixture of social control and self-protection of the men, my lady was left in one piece. Nobody knocked her up. But with spiral the situation is simply more controlled than without.
On the way back from the party I realized that we now know the whole range of possible events in terms of the intensity of parties. And that now that the extremes are known, we should consciously reach into the middle of this range.
My lady had been very frustrated shortly before (two days) about how little time we have as a couple. After this party she shone again immediately. The special shine in hear face lasted for days.