A Night at the Play Party

I’ve always carried a sexually submissive streak within me and have dreamed about public D&S scenes for years, yet never found the courage to actually do them. However, with my cock secured in its cage, when she suggests something, I usually go along.

We visited a venue that hosts regular play nights a few weeks back, and the dominatrix women there were incredibly arousing. The idea of being cuffed to a cross and spanked was even more exciting. But the reality—that most people present weren’t particularly attractive, combined with feeling vulnerable before a crowd of middle-aged kinksters—wasn’t very appealing.

She started bringing it up a few weeks ago. “When we go back, I’m cuffing you to that cross.” Shiver. “And I might just pull your pants down.” Another shiver and whimper, “No, not in front of all those people.”

A few days later, she said as she toyed with my nipples in the morning, knowing I was trying hard to get erect inside my cage: “I’ve thought about it, and you are getting cuffed to that cross, and I might just pull your pants down. Would that make you hot?” In my aroused state, I replied, “YES, Oh, don’t stop, oh, that feels so GOOD.”

Every few days, this repeats, and now I’m starting to think she’s serious. Sometimes she says things like that just to mess with my head, but it looks like she’s really going through with it. So I asked her while she was playing with me again, making me hotter and hotter: “Are you really going to cuff me to that cross?” She murmured, “Um hmm. And I’m going to pull your pants down, too. Everyone will see that you’re caged and MINE.”

Maybe she’s just doing this when she’s aroused herself. Surely she won’t expose me in front of a bunch of people? Then we were driving around one evening, nothing sexual happening other than the constant reminder that I haven’t come in a long time, with plastic encasing my cock and her holding the key. “Yes, I am going to do that,” she confirmed. “You know that’s been a hot fantasy of yours, and it’s going to happen.”

When I got home from work on the night of the play party, she’d done her hair, applied makeup, and was dressing in an amazingly hot red corset with a flowing skirt and high spike heels – under the circumstances, these are definitely “You’d really LIKE to fuck me pumps.” She then threw a sweater over the corset, looking gorgeous. Only I know that there’s a very alluring corset beneath it, barely covering her nipples.

Dinner passed slowly, with less conversation than usual. I was a bit freaked out – we were really going to do this, and I worried about whether this would be just a fun fantasy or an enjoyable reality. The two don’t always go together.

We arrived at the play party, and she ditched the sweater in the car, strutting across the parking lot in those amazing heels and exposing an eye-popping amount of cleavage. I’d do anything when she looks like that, and she knows it well.

At first, the cross was occupied. Some guy who seemed new to this was being instructed by a pretty dark-haired domme on how to properly flog and spank his wife, who was cuffed to the cross. They played for quite a while, and I seriously got the jitters. She’s really going to do this, and there was no getting out of it.

When they finished their turn, she took me by the wrist and said, “Your turn.” She unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it out of my pants, and hung it on a nearby peg. First came the cuffs for my wrists. These were really nicely made, very comfortable, leaving no doubt that I couldn’t get out easily without help. Next came my ankles, spreading me into an X.

Whew, maybe I wouldn’t be fully exposed. She stepped up behind me, toying with both of my nipples at once and eliciting a moan. Then her hands went lower. “Oh no,” she said, “she really IS going to do this.” She unbuckled my belt, opened the button on my jeans, pulled down the zipper, and soon my jeans were around my knees.

First, she picked up a paddle and began warming my bottom. I was aware that not only was the dark-haired domme watching, but there was another one present too. She was very young, probably in her 20s, dressed outrageously with bright purple hair offset by black accents, a pierced lip, and overall quite pretty in a youthful, counterculture sort of way. I’d overheard the dominatrix who owned the play area saying she was her apprentice.

She then asked the dark-haired domme if she’d like to help. Now I had two women on either side, each taking a nipple. Pinch, roll, “Oh!”, and WHACK! This continued for a while as they experimented with different floggers and paddles.

Maybe she wouldn’t pull my underwear down after all. I was wishing she would because I was so aroused. But then I thought about not wanting to be fully exposed with my caged cock out there for everyone to see. Of course, she chose that exact moment to pull them down – she wanted to see my ass turning red and had told me earlier that she wanted everyone to see that I’m caged. To emphasize this point, she reached around, cupping my caged cock and loose balls, drawing attention.

After some caresses with a flogger, punctuated by sharp whacks and stinging spanks, I heard, “Would you like to play with him, too?” Now the cute young domme was standing right up against me, pulling on a nipple, and I saw stars. “You’re easy,” she said, her voice carrying a little giggle. She stepped back then, showing proficiency with several different implements.

I caught bits of conversation amidst it all: “Oh, you have him caged.” “Yes, he hasn’t come in a month.” There was that hint of a giggle again – “So you ARE torturing him!” “No, he loves it, don’t you?” WHACK! “YES, YES!”

Pain and pleasure alternated, becoming a blur. All three women took turns, sometimes caressing, sometimes dealing sharp spanks. I didn’t know how long this went on – I was high on the whole experience, just existing in an animal state, recoiling from especially hard spans with a cane but pushing back out for the next sensation.

She asked if I’d had enough. I could take more, but my butt was getting really sensitive and I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore. Afraid to beg for more because they might turn it up another notch, I mumbled something vague, and she continued just a little while longer. Then she asked again; with my head spinning eventually, she decided I’d had enough, opened the cuffs on my ankles, pulled my underwear up, then my pants buttoning them, closing the zipper, and fastening the belt. Finally, her hands were free, she put my shirt back on me, and buttons it closed. My head was still spinning, and I wasn’t sure if I could walk.

After resting for a bit, we went back to watching the dark-haired domme expertly working on another man. She asked our woman if she’d like to join in, so she did. I watched my wife receiving lessons from an expert while transforming from an assertive, adventuresome partner into a novice domme. Meanwhile, the cute young domme walked through the room and stopped right in front of me. Looking straight into my eyes, she said, “You’re not afraid at all, are you?”

I don’t know what will happen next…

Nice. Thanks for posting.;) D