It never really got off the ground with us. We agreed to end things soon after we’d given it a go. She’d moved on.  I settled back into my routine.  Life went on for both of us in generally positive directions.

Over time, we’d run into each other.  Nothing weird. We’d hang out. Crack jokes. Have conversations.  She was cool.  She was worth knowing.

She was also fun to watch. Maybe not as fun as being the reason those noises came out of her, but still an enjoyable experience as a spectator. I’d watched her before and many times since, and it always made me smile to see her have a good time.

I was walking past one of the private rooms that one time, though.  She was normally a public player. Nothing too intense. Nothing too intimate. She could have a great time with her panties on, that one.

This was different.

We’d been …can we call it dating?  For a few months. I liked him enough. Sex was fun. The kink was good.  But he wasn’t meet-the-parents cool.  Just “chill to hang with” cool. Friends with benefits is what people call it.

He’d never played in public before, but had heard (and read) about my experiences with growing interest.  He wasn’t like everyone else I played with – my scenes with him involved sex. It came as a surprise when he said he wanted to try it, and asked if I did. Of course I wanted to, it was on my bucket list.

I didn’t tell anybody else.  None of my other friends or play partners. We chose a traditionally slow night.  I figured that would make it easier for him, it being his first time in a dungeon and all.

He looked so relieved when I showed him the smaller private rooms that were available for use. I think he’d thought (understandably) that the main room was all there was, since I always described my scenes taking place there.

“No, we can use one of these,” I said.

I’d known she’d been seeing someone for several weeks, but I hadn’t met him.  We had talked about him, though.  He was a friend.  A fuck-buddy.  There was nothing serious between them outside of their activities in the bedroom and an occasional movie night.

I was acquainted with her other partners – all regular players at the dungeon. They all treated her with respect. I could see they all held her happiness in high esteem. She’d surrounded herself with good people. I assumed this new guy was probably like the rest of us in that regard.

I hadn’t known she was coming out that night. I was there just to get out of the house for a little while.  When she walked in with him, I raised an eyebrow.  She smiled and walked over.

Oh.  He was there that night.  It’d been close to a year since we’d attempted a thing and agreed it wasn’t in our best interest to continue. Too much….too much everything.  The intensity happened too quickly and we could both feel the cracks that would eventually lead to a painful break, so we backed away.

I still respected him. The good part was good. I valued our friendship and had often turned to him for advice along the way.

The introduction wasn’t at all strained.  Why would it be?  And yet, I felt …something.

A splinter. A tiny fragment of something long ago buried just under my skin.

Because I knew what I was going to do that night was different.  I knew he was going to see it.

And something about that quietly excited me.

They’d been in their scene a good twenty minutes when I walked by to take a peek.  I’d heard her moans earlier.  Sounded like she was having a good time, and as always – it made me smile.

But the sounds of smacking and moaning and laughing had subsided and curiosity got the better of me.  The room they were using was in between the main room and the kitchen. I could just go get a cup of water….

I’m not a big fan of receiving oral. I’d gotten used to it with this guy, though.  He was a huge fan of giving.  I couldn’t deny him that enjoyment.  It was always more of a precursor than a main event, though.  The climax took too long that way and I’d just stare at the ceiling or his hair bobbing between my thighs and wish he’d jam his cock inside me instead.

I wasn’t surprised that after spending a little time on the spanking bench he had me sit up on the edge of it and spread my legs. I was facing the hallway – his back was toward the door, with his face buried.  I lightly ran my fingers through his hair and sighed contentedly.

People were walking by.  Some would stop for a little while and watch, and I’d just avert my eyes. I liked being watched but it was still a little odd to look directly at them while my pussy was being eaten.

But then, when I looked up again, it was him.  Standing just outside the doorway.

Our eyes locked.

Now, I know it’s frowned upon to insert myself into someone else’s scene uninvited.  But…honestly, the look in her eyes when they met mine.  The invitation was loud and clear.

She wanted me to watch.

I wanted to watch.

I needed to watch.

He’d felt the change in me, I guess.   His muffled moans getting more excited as my pussy flooded with arousal.  I dug my fingers against his scalp and pulled his face in toward me aggressively.

Grinding my clit onto his tongue I started to feel the orgasm build.  It was going to happen.

I maintained eye contact with the man outside the room the entire time.

I was going to come.  From oral. In the dungeon.  While people…while *he* watched.

It was surreal.  I don’t know why, I just got the sense that it was for me.  That orgasm was mine.

I don’t know why, I just knew it was true.

“My turn,” my partner’s voice snapped me out of orbit.  Oh.  Yes.  Here.  With him.

He stood up and kissed me with a face full of my scent.  He groped my breast hard, pinching my nipple.  He reached around with the other hand and squeezed my ass, pressing on a bruise that was already forming from our earlier activities.

And then he grabbed me by the hair, pulled me off the bench, dragged me over to a wooden chair in the corner and sat down.  It was my turn to kneel now.

It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see him anymore. I knew his eyes were locked on. I knew he was watching.

It drove me to perform better. I was on autopilot when he pulled me off his cock, bent me back over the spanking bench and started fucking me.

The entire time he did it, I wished I’d been facing the door.

“That was hot,” I told her after we’d cleaned up all the furniture and gotten dressed again.

“Yeah.  How you feeling?” She was so spaced out, I could hear it in her voice.

“Awesome.  You?”

“Good. Thirsty…”

“Yeah.  Let’s go get some water.  You lost a lot of fluid in there,”  I teased her. She’d explained she was an exhibitionist a bunch of times, but I had no idea the key to getting her off with oral was to do it in public.

She smiled, eyes still glassed over. “Yeah.  Water good.  Much thirst.”

“Aww, did somebody forget how to words?” I pressed my hand into the small of her back. She nodded.

“You’re probably not the only one,” I said.  “You probably didn’t notice ’cause you were so spaced out, but that one guy you introduced me to when we got here?  He watched almost the entire scene. I think that dude actually likes you.”

“Mmm…..”  she responded.

We never talked about it.

The cracks were still there, radiating between us – all the reasons why it couldn’t work.  Shouldn’t work.

We’d tried running our fingers along the length of it once.

And the splinters were still there.

Dinner Party

Author’s Note:  THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.  COMPLETELY.  Not even a single thing of this is true.  Yet.

“Okay, so…if I win, you have no say in anything that happens to you from six o’clock until midnight.”
“Fine., And if I win, I get a whole day of you pampering me wearing nothing but a bow-tie and a leopard print thong.”
“Leopard print? When did that happen?”
“Just now when I realized that pampering me included running your hands all over my body, getting your cock serviced and fucking me until I pass out, so that either way you were going to win.”
“Oh, you noticed that.”
“Yes. I noticed that.  I want it to be a little bit painful for you.”
“Fine.  Deal.”
“Ok.  Ready?”
“Yeah.  One….  Two…..  Three…. CALL IT!”

I know he cheated. I don’t know how he cheated, but I know he cheated.  He was way too prepared for the win.
I was sitting naked, bound to the dining chair with my knees spread apart, my wrists behind my back, and a rope gag bound twice around my open mouth.. They’d added that bit when I started complaining about being cold.
They’d also added nipple clamps at that point, as my commenting on the temperature brought their attention to my hardened nipples some time after the appetizer course.
You’d have thought they’d blindfold me, but no.  It was a game, not a punishment. He knew I’d like their lecherous stares between bites of baked salmon and and sips of wine.
I’ll back up.  At six o’clock on the dot he ordered me stripped and sent me off into the kitchen to prepare a proper dinner for two wearing nothing but an apron and heels. I created a three course meal to his specifications – appetizer, salad, and main course with a side.  No dessert.
So I went with things I knew we’d both like.  Bacon wrapped dates, a caprese salad with fresh basil, and for the entree: baked salmon with my not-so-secret spice blend and a side of grilled zucchini strips.  It smelled pretty amazing, and I set the table for two using the nicer china and fancy silverware.
The doorbell rang at 7:15.  He was grinning from ear to ear as I looked over, puzzled.  “Our guest has arrived right on time.  Go let him in.”
He didn’t even bother to tell me again.  He just gave me a look.
With a sigh, I walked over to the front door.  His voice interrupted me.  “Don’t answer the door in that dirty apron.  What will our guest think?”
There wasn’t any point in arguing.  I took the apron off and hung it on the coat rack by the front door and then took a deep breath.
When I answered the door, I was surprised to see a man standing there that I didn’t know very well.  Part of me wanted to hide. I was naked, except for heels, and this guy was just standing there, not making any attempts to hide that he was enjoying the view.  Pursed lips, he looked me up and down, letting his gaze linger on my tits.
“Uh.  Hi.  Welcome,” I said.  “Come on in.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” he answered.

Fast forward to 8 PM: I’d finished bringing all the food out to the table and pouring them each a glass of wine while they talked about boring guy things, barely acknowledging my presence. I’d sneak glances at our guest while they were immersed in conversation. He was charming and attractive in his way. I’d met him a few times in our social circle, but listening to them chat about this and that, I realized that I hadn’t known they were that well acquainted. My lover’s comfort with him made me feel comfortable with him.
“Well, it looks like dinner’s ready.  Let’s queue up the entertainment.”  I could hear the familiar smirk in his voice and I knew he was talking about me. I couldn’t help but smile. I’d grown weary of being ignored.
Our guest came up behind me and pulled back on my hair, dragging me back and sitting me down on the chair while my lover pulled some rope out from a nearby drawer and started uncoiling it.
That’s how I ended up in the position that I was in at 9 PM. Tied to the chair, gagged and drooling, nipples clamped and watching my lover and his friend finishing up the dinner I thought I’d been preparing for myself, while they talked about me in the third person.
“You want to clear the table while I prepare dessert?” I squirmed in the chair.  Our guest cleared the table while my lover started untying me – first removing the gag and replacing the rough jute with his probing, wet tongue. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but they were still restrained behind my back.  I did as best I could to lean into the kiss.
Without warning, he pulled the clamps off by the chain and I yelped right into his mouth. “ASSHOLE!” and I thrashed while the burning pain resonated through my nipples.
After several seconds, (and a lot of laughing), he leaned in to kiss me again.  “Your nipples sore, honey?” He was rolling them around lightly in his fingers.
I nodded.  Big eyes. Pouty lip.  It never works, but I do it anyway.
He booped my nose and laughed again. “We’ll be taking care of that, honey.” The way he said it almost sounded like a threat as he leaned in and reached behind me to start unbinding my wrists with my face buried into his chest.  Meanwhile, our guest had returned to the table with a large canvas gym bag and a paper supermarket bag.
“Honey,” my lover said, as he continued untying me.  “Our guest was kind enough to offer to prepare our dessert table-side. Isn’t that thoughtful?”
“Yes, Sir.”  I inhaled the scent of him and resisted the urge to bite. I had a feeling I was going to be the main ingredient in whatever “dessert” they were planning to partake in.
“What will you be preparing for us, buddy?” he asked our guest.
They were both looking right at me when he answered.  “My favorite.  Triple-Stuffed Slut.”
As he said it he pulled a massive blue dildo out of the gym bag and wiggled it around at me.  My jaw dropped open as my eyes darted back and forth between the dong and my smirking Dom. The guest walked over to me and took advantage to stuff it into my mouth.
“That’s it.  Get it nice and wet.  We’re gonna stuff it in your cunt to marinade for a while while we prep the rest of you.”
I hadn’t made much eye contact with him yet, but this seemed as good a time as any to try to use my feminine wiles on him.  I stuck my tongue out and slathered it all over the fat cock, letting the drool coat it nice and thick while maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.
“Damn.  You’re right about having the ripe slut on hand,” he said as my lover freed me from the last of my bindings and took me forcefully by the elbows and stood me up. Together they led me to the now cleared dining room table and laid me down flat, face up on top of it. With a grunt, they positioned my body so that my ass was right at the edge of the table, knees up and spread in the air.
The friend took the dildo out of my mouth and walked around the table’s edge.  “Mind if I taste the marinade before we put this in?” he asked, fingers already rubbing along the slick swollen flesh of my labia.
“Good idea,” was the response.  I closed my eyes. I’d finally gotten used to my lover going down on me after years of neglect in that area.  Having a near-stranger do it was going to take an actual act of submission. I had a feeling that was by design to try to get me more comfortable with receiving oral.
I felt soft lips on my forehead and realized that I’d had my brow furrowed. “It’s not punishment. It’s supposed to be fun,” he murmured in my ear.  “Are you having fun?” I opened my eyes to meet his gaze and smiled, reaching my hand over to caress the side of his face.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I assured him.  Just then I felt the sensation of hot breath against my clit, and I pulled my lover’s lips down toward my own.
It wasn’t bad. I had trouble letting go enough to come, but it still felt pretty good.  Especially when he started using his fingers.  The whole time, I felt my pussy dripping wet into my asshole and knew that would help later on with the promise of being “triple stuffed.”  I wondered which of them (or the dildo) would be taking that particular hole.
It didn’t take too much longer to find out.
Without warning, the dildo slid into my pussy and the friend started fucking me with it.
“OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD,” I moaned loudly. Did I mention that thing was huge?
“She’s just so noisy,” my lover said to his friend, and clamped his broad palm down over my mouth.  In the mean time, he used his other hand to retrieve a bottle of honey and can of whipped cream from the super market bag on the chair by the table.
He flipped the lid top on the honey and I arched my back as the sticky syrup hit my nipple. I felt it dripping down the side of my breasts and closed my eyes, wishing for the warmth of his mouth on them. He knew how sensitive they were, especially after his move with the nipple clamps.
“Sshhh.  You’ll wake up the neighbors,” he said as he lifted his hand off my mouth.  “It’s almost 10pm.” He smiled as my body trembled little shockwaves and I nodded obediently.
“Open wide,” he held the whipped cream can over my mouth.  I giggled and opened my mouth.  He filled it with whipped cream and then kissed my lips closed and I snorted and moaned and laughed all a the same time.
But it was when he put his mouth on my nipple that I went under again.  A virtual stranger fucking my pussy with a dildo and my lover’s hot wet mouth on my honey-drizzled tits….whipped cream notwithstanding, it was a recipe for orgasm.
And it worked.
He alternated between the cream and the honey, my right and left nipples, my belly, my neck, my shoulder.  He bit into my shoulder.
When I came, it was epic.  He was rolling my right nipple in his fingers while biting on the left one when it happened.
He came back up and kissed my earlobe, whispering “good girl” into it as the little aftershocks pulsed their way through my body.
“My dick is hard, buddy.”  The friend had pulled the dildo out of my pussy and was now rubbing his cock through his pants, standing there between my legs staring at it.
“Oh.  Hang on.  Lets flip her over.  You’re gonna love this.”
They pulled me up and the guest took a seat in the chair.  My lover positioned me on my hands and knees in front of him and said three simple words to let me know what he wanted.
“Do your thing.”
I smiled.  My turn.
If you’ve never had someone suck your cock like it was their calling in life to do so, then you won’t understand what our guest experienced for the next twenty minutes.  And it was only twenty because I was slowing down and making it last that long. If I’d been trying, I’d have had him in five.
In the meantime, my lover had pulled two floggers out of the bag and started going at my ass with them.  For a moment, except for the leopard print thong, it felt like I’d won the coin toss.
But about halfway through the blow job, he set the floggers down and knelt behind me. I grunted as his cock took advantage of my already lubricated ass.  I love it when he fucks my ass.
And there I was, like a multi-orgasmic chinese finger trap as we crossed into the 11 o’clock hour. I’d yet to be triple stuffed, and part of me wanted to remind them – but just then, our guest appeared to remember the same thing, and pulled my head off his cock long enough to get up and grab the dildo from the table.
“I think it’s time, man.”
Handing it over, my lover pulled his cock out of my ass and re-inserted the dildo into my pussy, giving it a couple thrusts before shoving it far up inside and ordering me to clench.  The friend took his place back on the chair, and just as I resumed “doing my thing,” the cock re-entered my ass.
I’m pretty sure we all woke up the neighbors.
After we all reveled in the afterglow, we went to go wash up.  I took a little extra time to grab a bite of leftovers from the kitchen while they got dressed and chatted about music for a while.
It was almost midnight when our guest said his goodbyes and took off.
“You have ten minutes left, Sir.” I curled up into a ball next to him on the sofa.  “What do you want to do with me now?”
He caressed my back with his hand and leaned over with his head to kiss my forehead again.
“Exactly this.”  By the time Friday rolled into Saturday, we were both dreaming about future adventures.

In service to

There’s an element of fear. I guess it feels a little bit like fear. It’s not supposed to, as I agreed I would do it with a smile on my face and happiness in my heart.

And I am. I do.
I’m just also scared.
Because this is important to me.  In a short time, his approval has become important to me, and I have watched many things that are important to me disappear.
So I’m scared.  A little. Like a knife’s edge along my throat – I’m risk aware. I don’t believe he wants to hurt me. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me.
It’s still a knife’s edge at my throat.
It feels amazing, but it can still hurt.
I choose to trust, with the lump in my throat and the thump in my chest.
Because I want it.  I want this.
I’ve missed this.