||[Oct. 20th, 2009|12:14 am]
So, in the interests of not bitching here about my recent dry spell of interesting sex life, I decided it was high time to haul my ass out and GET SOME!
After mediocre (at best) returns on fetlife, collarme, and even dropping to the desperation of craigslist once (don't ask, I only recently returned from rocking myself in the fetal position over that one), I thought I should actually venture out into real life.
Who knew that sex could be found outside the internet?!
Since my country is awesomesauce, we have legal sex/swing/kink clubs... Go Canada! One in particular definitely caught my attention, and so after mulling it over for MONTHS! I finally got the nerve to go. Alcohol helped.
The club itself is very nice - upscale, posh, good atmosphere, and such. Attending alone made me pretty nervous because people usually assume that the single girl is a) the party favour or b) threatening/weird. Not as bad as the single guy category, but typically a step down from the couples category.
So I drive past this club and am instantly regretting it - my previous attempts at swingers events have been less than stellar, and typically the age median is more in the "Matlock/Golden Girls" generation. As I drove past the club, I see 4 white haired, definitely less-than-attractive people walk in and my heart sinks. Fortunately the karmic kink gods of parking couldn't get me a spot and I had to drive past again, and saw a hot, young couple going in. OK, decision made.
So, get in, sign the consents, get a tour, and get sat at the "Reserved" table with all the other new people. I felt like I might as well have been at a Roller Derby event wearing the "fresh meat" t-shirt. I'm wearing my awesome corset, tied to the hilt, and it's a great conversation starter (not to mention people love touching it, which also helps to break the ice), so I strike up a conversation with the 50-something couple to my right.
Their story: they have never done anything like this, and are there to meet her ultimate fantasy of being with another woman.........
My immediate thought: I am definitely at the WRONG. FUCKING. TABLE.
Having been to these events before, and knowing a lot about the scene, I know how it goes - the new people show up, get all excited, watch everyone else play, and leave, never to return, having had their titillating evening. I did not want to be classed with those people, and was definitely there to play.
So, I walked around, checked people out, danced for a while, tried not to look like the loser wallflower that's alone at the party, and got nothing. No more than a passing glance and back to the beer. I was getting pretty resigned to leaving early and getting nothing.
But again, the karmic gods of kink prevailed. I ran into a girl in the washroom who was super nice, was asking me about my corset, where I got it, and we starting talking about this awesome Fetish Wear Designer that we both knew. She asking me if I was sitting anywhere, and invited me to her table. I nearly skipped out of the damned bathroom, let me tell you!
So, it turns out her table was THE table. The club owners, hotties, players, everyone was at or hanging around this table. I talked to lots of people, tried to be very open, again letting everyone touch the corset (that thing is really worth its price in gold), talking pretty suggestively and basically trying to get out to everyone "I belong here, I'm not a poser, I'm not a watcher, I know the score and I will THROW. DOWN."
It seemed like pretty much everyone was a couple, and wanted to play as a couple, so I was a little left out. Party is creeping along, and not even so much as a bite. Everyone is nice, but no one is even trying. Again, resigned to leaving with nothing.
Again, karmic kink gods prevail... I may have to erect a shrine or something. As I'm sitting at the table, a guy sits down and pulls out his bag. What is in this bag, you ask? 3 leather floggers, a wooden paddle, a 4-foot single tail whip, rubber tawse, ropes, clothespins, nipple clamps, you name it!
You know when you go to Vegas and someone wins one of those massive progressive slot jackpots? The sound of bells, alarms and whistles, and people jumping and screaming? That was the sound going through my head when I saw that. Trust me to find the sole kinky people at the party!
In a desperate attempt to not look desperate, I started asking him about his toys. Not, "what is that thing?" but more of "is that a 4 foot, braided, single tail leather buggy whip" and "is that a rattan cane, or one of the really painful plastic ones."
Translation: I throw down.
Conversation ensued with him and his sub about kink experiences, and being submissive (got the great raised eyebrows at that one), no luck finding a dom, and talking about kink in general.
Oh, and dude is HOT, tall, dominant, and FRENCH!!!! In the hopes that he will reappear in this journal, he's getting his own acronym; HFD. Hottie French Dom.
HFD was apparently asked to give the sub boy who was the girls' seeming party favour for the evening a thorough beating, but his Domme had been waylaid by other business, and they were all waiting for her to get back before they started.
Summoning up all the
liquid courage I could possibly find, I said "well, if you're interested in warming all those toys up, I would be happy to volunteer." He smiled and said "sure" and led me off to the anteroom/dungeon.
Since HFD has obviously read the Male Dominant's Manual ©, once we got in the room he proceeded to grab me by the neck and throw me against the wall. Every. Single. Dominant Man. I have ever played with has done that... it's definitely in the manual, but it works every time, so I'm totally cool with it staying as the first page in the manual!!!
HFD proceeds to get right up close and whispers "who is in charge tonight." "You are." Zero to subspace in 0.6 seconds.
He tells me to get undressed - clothes are off! Stand against the rack - I'm on it! He could have asked me to jump on one foot and juggle watermelons at that point. Fuck I love when guys know what they're doing!
He started tying up this fantastic, relatively elaborate shibari top/breast bondage piece, and I was loving it! He started playing with my pussy and I was dripping wet by this point. He pushes me against the rack and tells me not to move and starts flogging me. This guy can handle his toys! Damn! Much flogging/whipping ensues, he turns me around and starts on the back/ass for a while. After a few minutes, he comes right up close (*swoon*) and tells me that we have an audience, and I grin, and he laughs, and starts going to town. More spanking and flogging and then he eventually stops, and ties me to a chair so that he can get to work on the male sub. He puts nipple clamps on me and asks me if I want to suck his cock (HELL YES!) and I say "yes please", and he tells me if I'm good he will let me.
He ties the male sub to the rack, and the Domme starts talking to the sub... pep talk maybe, and so HFD heads back to me and starts playing with my pussy. He asks how long it takes for me to cum. "Not long." He replies "So you're about to cum now?" I nod. He says "good. Because you're not allowed to." Fuck, fuck, fuck! Trying desperately not to cum, I clenched my teeth and held on for dear life. HFD said he would ask his sub if I she would let me cum, but said "she's a masochist, so probably won't let you." Eventually she relented, and I nearly tore the chair apart from cumming so hard.
So HFD goes to work on the male sub with the single tail whip. I was very impressed - HFD really knew how to handle that thing, and the sub took an enormous beating. It left numerous raised welts on his back and ass. He really took a brutal beating, and I was a little jealous. When he couldn't take any more, he was untied and taken off for some aftercare.
I got tied back up to the rack (have I mentioned this guy is a wizard with a rope?!) but down on my knees. He got on the other side of the rack and made me beg to suck his cock. Which I did. Happily! Since the rack was one of those ladder-type apparatus (apparatuses? is apparatus an invariant plural?) I couldn't reach my mouth or head through the slats. HFD knew this, so he deliberately held his cock just inches away from my mouth and watched me struggle to try to suck/lick it. He eventually let me suck his cock, and I took the whole thing in my mouth, desperate to do as good a job as possible, hoping for a repeat performance.
After a while, he took his cock out and started fingering me again, called me a slut for being so wet and when I begged to cum, he said yes. I nearly blacked out and pulled my wrists off from cumming so hard. He stopped fingering me and just held his fingers on my G spot while I kept cumming for another minute.
When I finally recovered, HFD untied the ropes and rubbed my wrists and told me I could get dressed. I hugged him and thanked him, and summoned all the restraint I had left to not fall over and start kissing his boots and said, "If it's ok with you, I would love to see you again." He said he would really like that and said he would give me his contact information. I tried to get my corset back on, but failed, so thought, "fuck it, it's a sex club" and walked out of the dungeon topless and covered in rope marks, whip marks and the like. The club was closed and only the good table was still there.
It was very satisfying to say goodnight to all the major players in that condition. Nothing says "I throw down" like naked, fuck face, sweat, and ligature marks. On the way out, we exchanged info and I said, "by the way, my name's ______" and shook his hand. He laughed and gave me his name, and we hugged again and I got changed and headed out.
I think I could have flown home at that point. As it is, I still have bruises on my ass and tits 2 days later, and this euphoric high.
I WILL restrain myself from cyber-stalking him, and send him a pleasant e-mail this week asking to meet up again. I will also make a ritual offering to the karmic gods of kink thanking them for this week's bounty, and that they will continue to deliver.
Also, I'm going to invest in a KILLER Halloween costume for their party. It will rock, oh yes.