It was the first social gathering that J and I attended as a couple. J had selected what I was to wear that evening: a longer corset, black panties, fish net stockings and strappy heels. With J’s permission I added a pashmina style shawl, in case the room was cool. I donned my thigh length leather coat for the drive over.
Upon arrival, I retreated to my hostess’s bedroom to ensure that my outfit had suffered no ill effects in the car and to help calm my nervousness. Another woman was in the process of donning her corset as I came in. We chatted and checked each other’s outfits. For a moment, I felt like I was back in high school in the girls’ washroom. Finally I worked up my nerve and headed back to the gathering as I knew J would be looking for me by now. I walked out and felt approving eyes as I sought J’s company.
A number of guests had brought “toys” from home for the show and tell aspect of the gathering. There was an amazing assortment of floggers, whips, collars, cuffs, crops, and gags on display. One person brought a collapsible set of stocks which was prominently displayed at one end of the living room. The toys had the same effect on the guests as toys do to children at a toy store: there was curiosity, nervous smiles, the odd avaricious glance of appreciation and utter delight. The smell of good leather was everywhere.
One guest brought out a Jenga game and proceeded to explain the kinky rules that applied whenever it was played by members of the group at previous gatherings. J and I didn’t play as the loser of each round would be spanked by the person on their immediate right. J had no intention of being spanked by anyone and wasn’t prepared to have me spanked by anyone we didn’t know and trust. I was silently grateful for this as I wasn’t altogether sure of how I would react to being spanked by a stranger. Having so little experience, the last thing I wanted was to have an emotional melt down in front of the group. Because the room was small, I had full view of the spanking dished out to the losers and could carefully watch the interplay between the parties involved. It was both educational and entertaining.
I marvelled that some folks would submit to individuals that they rarely played with or had never played before. I don’t think that would work for me. I need to feel an emotional connection with my top/Dominant before I could submit like that. The play between these individuals was certainly well within the realm of good manners and form, but it contrasted greatly with the play I witnessed later. They were indeed a couple and the tenderness and concern evident in the dynamic between them was beautiful. If anyone thinks that there is no room for romance in BDSM play, they haven’t seen these two.
My turn came a little later when J wanted to try out a crop that someone had brought along. I braced myself facing away from the group, legs spread shoulder-width apart, and hands resting lightly on the stocks. The blows came rapidly and my bottom warmed up quick. It was exhilarating! The thought that J was willing to engage in public play with me in itself was amazing. To think it was only a week earlier that J fully came face to face with me in a dungeon setting for the first time and now we were playing at a friend’s place. My, how far we’d come in such a short time! I swayed gently, left and right, as the crop continued to connect with my rump and thighs. I actually quite enjoyed the very different sensations on my thighs. I heard murmurs of approval from the guests as pink marks began to emerge on my exposed skin. When it was time to stop, I was almost reluctant to return to our seats.
The evening continued with chatting and watching others engage in brief play. I asked J if I could experience floggers before we left for the night. I knew that a friend of ours in attendance had just gotten a second one to match the one he already owned and wondered if I might get a chance to feel a matched set in action. A short while later, J invited our friend to play with me. I was pleasantly surprised that J was willing to let this happen. It was a show of trust in both me and our friend.
Once again, I braced myself on the stocks, this time facing the group. I gave J my glasses, rendering me almost legally blind, and settled into position. Having run energy during therapeutic massage sessions in the past, I decided to run energy during this play session to see what it did to the experience. I closed my eyes and opened myself to the energy and impending sensations.
The feel of the floggers on my body was amazing! My friend moved easily across my exposed skin giving everything a good warm up. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. My body began to buzz almost immediately. I felt the intensity beginning to build, and swayed in sync with his rhythm. It was like a dance! Suddenly the cadence changed and stopped. I wiggled my hips in silent protest and was rewarded with several solid smacks across my ass. I squealed with pleasure! Then my friend announced he wasn’t quite finished, announcing he needed to bring “Snake” into our play. Having experienced “Snake’s” bite before, I knew what I was in for, but still had to smile. My friend wields this whip with finesse and thoroughly enjoys using it. I braced myself, but the first impact still made me wince. It didn’t make my smile go away. He gave me a good dozen strokes alternating across my ass and back, ensuring that I didn’t know where it would strike next. By the time he stopped, I was flying. I turned to him, somewhat dreamily, thanked and hugged him. I returned to J and showed my appreciation for the gift I’d just been given.
For our first night out as a couple within the local kinky community, J and I had an amazing evening. When we arrived home, I knew the night’s excitement was far from over. We had much to talk about and no little amount of tension left to work off. J had very much enjoyed watching me get flogged.
It was well after 2:00 a.m. when we finally snuggled down and turned off the lights.