A Fun Evening
Some time ago, if you were around then, you'd have heard me say that I was both a virgin and completely inexperienced with kink IRL. Neither of these are true any longer, nor have they been for several months - just never felt the urge to write any of those stories until now. But I just got back from a very fun evening, and thought I'd share.
The CSPC is amazing. Anyone in Seattle, I highly recommend you pay it a visit if you haven't already. But for the purposes of this story, it's enough to say that it's a kink and sex club. It hosts all sorts of different events, but for now I'll just describe the one I got home from, On the Market. The following is an entirely truthful account, as to the best of my memory.
Imagine a refurbished warehouse, with some dividing walls installed, most of the floor carpeted, some back rooms, and a larger central area for hosting a party. Couches, chairs, tables, a couple more couches... it's dimly lit and there's an eclectic variety of music being played at levels low enough to encourage conversation. There are maybe 60 or 70 people around - I couldn't say how many, I didn't really count. Most people are standing or sitting around talking, but people occasionally wander into one of the back rooms to fuck for a bit before rejoining the flow. Most everyone is clothed, but there are a few naked women around, a few naked men. That's the front half of the open space - in the back half there's a rack, a whipping horse, some ceiling hooks for rope work, a wrestling mat. A naked young man is spread-eagle on the rack while an older and heavier woman hits him with a wide variety of objects. It's almost comical the way he overreacts. There's a woman getting tied up on the mat. There's another woman getting spanked on the horse.
That's the scene, and that's where I enter. I'd arranged this all beforehand with my play partner, so I'll skip over some of exactly how it all came to be, and just jump right to the action. He is an older trans man, mid fifties, and has been doing kinky stuff for quite some time. I'm mid-twenties, and still rather new to the whole scene. We go over exactly what it is we're going to do - no marks, spanking ok, my groin is off limits, I've drank enough water, etc, and with that I strip off my dress. Right there, right in the middle of the room of seventy people. Some look over interestedly, but most don't notice or don't care. I carefully undo my bra and also lay it aside, along with shoes and socks. I'm left almost naked, wearing only my black, slightly lacy panties.
He writes on me with a sharpie. An arrow towards my crotch says "Off Limits, No Touch." Words around and on my breasts say "Touch, Caress, Grope." Across my lower back is "Lightly Spank." With that complete, he starts work on the blindfold - we have some trouble with that, since my very curly hair loves to get caught in the knot. Most blindfolds don't fit the shape of my face very well, but he uses a black bandanna and covers it with a colorful blue scarf. I can't see any more - complete blackness.
Around my wrists he puts a pair of leather cuffs, then clips them together behind my back with a pair of carabiners. Easy to detach again in a hurry. Around my waist goes a loop of rope - it makes a decent leash to guide me with, but the space is crowded enough that he won't end up using it too much for fear of me bumping into people and things. Since my feet are bare, stubbing toes on a metal chair is a real danger.
Hands cuffed behind my back, blindfolded and mostly naked, he leads me around the room, showing me off to various groups of people and inviting them to touch me. Though I'm not gagged, I don't really speak - "What a nice body she has! And those tits, don't you just want to touch them?" He grabs my breasts and massages them, then pinches the nipples and rolls them between his fingers. One of the group is brave - he (I can tell it's a he from the feel of the hands) runs them up and down along my sides, then over my breasts. He too pinches my nipples, and my mouth opens of its own accord in a silent, pained gasp. My top turns me around, has me bend over, smacks my bottom a few times. The other man joins in briefly. I have no idea who it was - not at the time, not afterwards, and I never will. It doesn't matter.
Some groups touch me, some don't. This is a party with a lot of new people, and I think many of them were rather nervous to be presented with a nearly naked, slender, fit, silent female body to touch and grope and smack. One man is rough with my breasts, and starts joking about a knife while he's pinching my nipple. I know he's joking - I know there's no real knife - but I turn away and my body language makes it clear that I'm unhappy. My top ends that bit politely but firmly and leads me away. Accurate reading of my body language and a firm dedication to my comfort and safety are some of the reasons I put myself in his care.
My top asks quietly in my ear "how about something cold," and I nod, not really knowing exactly what's going to happen. He says "go ahead" to someone I didn't know was standing in front of me. That someone sprays cold water across my breasts and stomach - again - oh wait, it's not a spray bottle is my first thought as he throws the entire cup of chilly water across my chest. I shudder and dance from foot to foot, unable to wipe away the cold with my wrists cuffed behind my back. My top and him trace patterns across my chest in the water, then eventually dab some of it away with a towel. They have me kneel so I don't slip.
Eventually I end up left in the care of someone while the top fetches a sheet. She pretends to be a little cruel, but I still know it's my girlfriend almost immediately (I never mentioned I have one of those now? :D Well, I do. It's complicated, but I like her a lot) . Also the kissing is a dead give-away. I rest my head in her lap and she strokes my hair until the top comes back with a sheet to drape over my shoulders. He undoes the cuffs, removes the blindfold, leaves me to cuddle with my girlfriend a little more while he fetches my bag.
We break off the cuddling pretty quickly so I can go over and talk with the top. We debrief a little - I talk about how much fun it was, he asks if a certain thing was ok, mentions how clear my body language was. I say that I didn't really like it when one guy made me speak - staying silent felt better, and next time a gag would be fun. He agrees that silent was good - he liked showing me off as an object rather than a person, which I agree was a good bit. We discuss non-verbal safewords for a moment, and hug a few times and reassure each other that we both enjoyed it.
I put some clothes back on, go back over to my girlfriend and we kiss again, then I rest my head under her chin while she talks with someone else she knows. At some point the man who made me uncomfortable joking about a knife comes over and apologizes, saying he took the joke a bit too far. I accept the apology a little clumsily (I'm not great at that). Him making me nervous was a less than perfect part of the experience, but no harm no foul, and we both move on.
It was, overall, great. I had a blast getting touched by all sorts of people I don't know in a safe and controlled environment. The top had fun showing me off like a prize, leading me around on a leash and telling me what to do. Other people had fun too, I can only assume, from the comments and sounds they made while I was blindfolded and they did things to me.
I've probably been more turned on before, but only rarely.