Second fetish party
September 11th 2006 06:22
I got there late, around 10pm. Was a bit disappointed, because the doorbitch was supposed to do a “slow strip”, removing one article of clothing for each arriving guest. But I encountered no doorbitch, and no nudity, until later, on TV, when the naked news appeared.
I think, in general, there’s advantages in coming early to a party, because then you get introduced to people as they arrive. But if you’re late, and you don’t know anyone, then you have to strike up conversations yourself, the behavioral pattern of which might be akin to a wolf picking off stray flock members. It takes guts or thick skin to chime in on group conversations. So your obvious targets are the ones that have been separated from the herd.
Anyway, there was still a lot of food around the place till the end of the party -- pasta, salad, bread rolls, sausages... Don’t know how many people attended -- probably 40 or so. About half the party had left by 1am. The host was extremely friendly and welcoming, and constantly checked on people. She wouldn’t appreciate the adjective, but she was almost motherly in the way she welcomed me. And she seemed to want a sort of reassuring connection of touch with whomever she was speaking to. For instance, when I shook her hand to say goodbye, she took my hand in both of hers.
The elements of play that struck me were the following.
1. Self-bondage demonstration. Seemed to be a lot of male transvestites at the party, many of whom weren’t bad as females. And a guy in a wig and a latex skirt was doing the demo. Basically, he bound his ankles, and then hooked his wrists into loops, and got on his stomach, and the clever deal with the knots was the more he struggled against them, the more they’d tighten. He’d eventually extricate himself, but not without the pleasure of the struggle. Apparently, or so he said, you can push your own limits better than any dom -- you know your limits better. But you should stick to rope, rather than handcuffs, so that you can always hop to the kitchen and get a knife. He’d often go to sleep in a comfortable position of constraint and chained with a combination padlock (so that he could spend all night struggling, and so that, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t escape until the sun came up).
2. Saw a basic flogging with a riding crop. Strikes were alternated with tender caress. I don’t know what it is about it that works. Something to do with the mixture of pleasure and pain heightening both sensations, or else producing a new sensation that pushes you into a different mental state. At any rate, you could see the way the sub was either waiting for or surprised by each strike, could see the intensity of her responses, could see the way she was swimming in her own headspace, could see how drained she was afterwards. The publicness of the scene would have enhanced the consciousness of being used. And there was also an element of public humiliation, particularly when the dom with amused tone commented to the audience, “She’s dripping.”
3. A dom working his sub over with tied wrists, tied feet, blindfold, nipple clamps, and a vibrator. What I found interesting was the way the dom pushed the sub before giving her relief. The dom headspace here was about control rather than sadism. “Kiss me” -- but he’d move further away from her lips -- “kiss me” -- moving further away again, and so forth. He’d have her straining against her bonds. Or, with one hand on the vibrator, “Fuck it”, “fuck it”. It fascinated me that he could actually get her to orgasm on command -- “Come now”, and then “again”, “again”, after which he’d tell her she was a good girl. The moaning was quite pornographic. At the end of the scene, he removed her blindfold and asked her to look at all the people she’d been performing for. “She’s an exhibitionist slut.” And she was grinning. Her eyes were glazed -- perhaps she was still too lost in afterglow to feel particularly humiliated, and experienced the public nature of the act as absurd or humorous.
4. Saw some more rope work. I still don’t quite get the point of bondage, unless you’re tying them down in order to have your way with them. But tying them up just so they can walk around wearing rope? -- The pleasure of performing it, I was told, was artistic. And perhaps the pleasure of having it performed on you is the feeling of constraint, or the reminder, until you get used to it, that you’re under someone else’s power.
Apparently seven to nine metres of rope is the minimum.
5. Saw a threesome of sorts. Male dom, one trannie sub, one female sub. Spanking and carressing performed at the same time on the trannie. Then the dom had both subs kneel down, and held them in his arms and whispered to them and kissed them. Now, this scene was too intimate, too private, though I suppose the fact that they were doing it at all was implied permission to watch.
6. Saw a guy being ridden by two girls and being hit with a paddle. “Keep moving. Bad horsey.”
I think, in general, there’s advantages in coming early to a party, because then you get introduced to people as they arrive. But if you’re late, and you don’t know anyone, then you have to strike up conversations yourself, the behavioral pattern of which might be akin to a wolf picking off stray flock members. It takes guts or thick skin to chime in on group conversations. So your obvious targets are the ones that have been separated from the herd.
Anyway, there was still a lot of food around the place till the end of the party -- pasta, salad, bread rolls, sausages... Don’t know how many people attended -- probably 40 or so. About half the party had left by 1am. The host was extremely friendly and welcoming, and constantly checked on people. She wouldn’t appreciate the adjective, but she was almost motherly in the way she welcomed me. And she seemed to want a sort of reassuring connection of touch with whomever she was speaking to. For instance, when I shook her hand to say goodbye, she took my hand in both of hers.
The elements of play that struck me were the following.
1. Self-bondage demonstration. Seemed to be a lot of male transvestites at the party, many of whom weren’t bad as females. And a guy in a wig and a latex skirt was doing the demo. Basically, he bound his ankles, and then hooked his wrists into loops, and got on his stomach, and the clever deal with the knots was the more he struggled against them, the more they’d tighten. He’d eventually extricate himself, but not without the pleasure of the struggle. Apparently, or so he said, you can push your own limits better than any dom -- you know your limits better. But you should stick to rope, rather than handcuffs, so that you can always hop to the kitchen and get a knife. He’d often go to sleep in a comfortable position of constraint and chained with a combination padlock (so that he could spend all night struggling, and so that, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t escape until the sun came up).
2. Saw a basic flogging with a riding crop. Strikes were alternated with tender caress. I don’t know what it is about it that works. Something to do with the mixture of pleasure and pain heightening both sensations, or else producing a new sensation that pushes you into a different mental state. At any rate, you could see the way the sub was either waiting for or surprised by each strike, could see the intensity of her responses, could see the way she was swimming in her own headspace, could see how drained she was afterwards. The publicness of the scene would have enhanced the consciousness of being used. And there was also an element of public humiliation, particularly when the dom with amused tone commented to the audience, “She’s dripping.”
3. A dom working his sub over with tied wrists, tied feet, blindfold, nipple clamps, and a vibrator. What I found interesting was the way the dom pushed the sub before giving her relief. The dom headspace here was about control rather than sadism. “Kiss me” -- but he’d move further away from her lips -- “kiss me” -- moving further away again, and so forth. He’d have her straining against her bonds. Or, with one hand on the vibrator, “Fuck it”, “fuck it”. It fascinated me that he could actually get her to orgasm on command -- “Come now”, and then “again”, “again”, after which he’d tell her she was a good girl. The moaning was quite pornographic. At the end of the scene, he removed her blindfold and asked her to look at all the people she’d been performing for. “She’s an exhibitionist slut.” And she was grinning. Her eyes were glazed -- perhaps she was still too lost in afterglow to feel particularly humiliated, and experienced the public nature of the act as absurd or humorous.
4. Saw some more rope work. I still don’t quite get the point of bondage, unless you’re tying them down in order to have your way with them. But tying them up just so they can walk around wearing rope? -- The pleasure of performing it, I was told, was artistic. And perhaps the pleasure of having it performed on you is the feeling of constraint, or the reminder, until you get used to it, that you’re under someone else’s power.
Apparently seven to nine metres of rope is the minimum.
5. Saw a threesome of sorts. Male dom, one trannie sub, one female sub. Spanking and carressing performed at the same time on the trannie. Then the dom had both subs kneel down, and held them in his arms and whispered to them and kissed them. Now, this scene was too intimate, too private, though I suppose the fact that they were doing it at all was implied permission to watch.
6. Saw a guy being ridden by two girls and being hit with a paddle. “Keep moving. Bad horsey.”
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