Play Party Debauchery

So here I was, at my first play party - nervous. I walked upstairs into what was a sea of people at varying levels of nudity rubbing on each other’s body in a circle. I showed up late, sounds just like me lol, and I was walking into a party that had begun almost an hour ago. I gave a quick introduction about myself and then found the nearest group that looked like they were missing a person and joined them. Coincidentally, it was my turn to get in the middle of my 5 person group and have them do whatever they wanted to me that was within my realm of consent. So, being the eager girl I am, off came my dress. It was the only clothing I wore that night. I laid down in the middle of four people and relished in the anticipation that I would get to be rubbed on for 6 lovely minutes by 8 groping, conscious, and tender hands. I gave my consent to the group that no places were off limits, and then I laid back and eagerly anticipated the first touch. I allowed myself to slip into a blissful space when a woman at my feet took each of my toes individually into her hands and began kneading them between her thumb and pointer finger.

There was a very soft man who had my other foot cupped into his hand and was using his thumb to stroke up and down the sole of my foot. Two other men were working their way from my calves up my legs, massaging my thighs with a sweet oil that smelled like the most delicious cinnamon roll I’d ever had. Their hands traced over my mons and I whimpered when I felt a finger trace my hip bones but quickly make its way to my tummy. I couldn’t help but think, “What torture have I set myself up for? The teasing, the rubbing. The restraint these people were showing!”. I snapped back quickly when I realized those four hands had found their way to my titties and while two hands cupped me, the other two made swirls and flicks across my hardening nipples. At some point it seemed like a game they were playing - who could get me to whimper more? When I finally was pushing a ledge I didn’t think I could come back from, I opened my eyes and there was this gorgeous older man, bearded, with deep blue eyes staring me in the face almost as if to taunt me and ask me if I knew my place. Before we could get any further, just like that, my 6 minutes were up!

Soon came the time for open play and let me tell you something, ya girl was NERVOUS! I was a Black woman in this party with primarily all white people and that in itself is intimidating. I found myself wandering around a bit until I found this room in the back of the house. There was this tall, tattooed man tying up this blissfully shaped woman. I walk in and make eye contact with him first, then her. She gives me the sweetest smile and contorts her face at me as if to say, “you’ll enjoy this more than you think, so have a seat.” And well, I did. I sat there for about 10 minutes watching him drag red rope across her body, tease her, make her shake with pleasure, but also from frustration of wanting more. Things were a bit too hot for me, so I took a lap lol. I wandered around the party to see if anyone else was catching my eye and while I got to witness a cuddle puddle, be apart of a very short lived experience showing a fellow kinky female that my long nails have NEVER stopped me from bringing a woman to her knees, and grab a glass of much needed water, I couldn’t stop thinking about the man in the room. The man with the ropes. So, I went back. At this point he was untying his first lucky participant and looked up and said, “Who’s next? You?” as he pointed in my direction. I’ve NEVER been tied up before. I didn’t know what to say or expect. When I walked up to his mat he got so close to my face I could smell the cologne he wore and he asked what my limits were. The smell of him was intoxicating to say the least. I couldn’t think of a damn thing I’d ask that man to not do to me. I said the first thing that came to mind, no anal & no immediate hard impact play. He smirked, as if to tell me “little one you have no idea”. But then, we began.

I stood with my legs spread, arms out, while he moved around me like a breeze of wind would caress your neck on a spring day. The ropes tightened with every pass and he breathed into my space, into my ears, almost felt like life being breathed into my body. A man I’d just met minutes before - I felt connected to almost like a life source. Next came a knot. This tiny little knot. He took the rope, wrapped it from behind my thighs and came up through my legs to where that tiny little knot rested perfectly on my throbbing clit. He tapped my chin, from my eyes looking down, to look him in the face as he pulled the rest of the string up above his head and with his other hand rubbed the rope, making it hum and vibrate that knot, that tiny little knot, in the most perfect place. The more he did, the louder my muffled whimpers turned into full on moans. Without him saying it, I knew I wasn’t allowed to break eye contact with him and it heightened the sensation of connection that much more. I could hear him breathing now, panting with the pace of my moans and then he whispered to me, “can I use my hand?” and without even stopping I just moaned, “yes, please”. He dropped the rope, wrapped his hand around my waist with his left arm and then slid his hand down my tummy and into the warm wetness that was my pussy and found my perfect little pearl with such ease. Less than a minute later I am cumming into this man's hands trying to not let my knees buckle.

But, he had another question for me, “Can I use my mouth?” he begs, and again - I said “yes, please” with no hesitation. He laid me down on the mat, in this room with at least 4 pairs of eyes, rope still securely harnessed to my body, pushed my knees to my chest and sucked my clit into his mouth like no one had ever done before. It felt like a jolt of electricity ran through my body with the first flick of his tongue ring hit my clit. The sounds that released from my body were ones I’m not sure I knew how to make while my mind couldn’t think straight enough to figure out HOW was he doing this? I came. Within minutes. While slightly embarrassed, he didn’t stop and my embarrassment quickly went away with the next wave of emotions coming over me. He reached up, grabbed my hands and used the weight of his body and our hands being interlocked to hold my legs down as to make sure I cannot get away. I came from his silver tongue again, and again, and again. By the time he gave me a break, I just laid out on the floor. Splayed, sprawled, and paralyzed. When I was ready, finally, he helped me off the floor, took me downstairs, and made sure I had water. He stayed with me while I made an attempt to mingle, caressing my back and my shoulders, providing comfort.

It was in that moment I realized I’d found my first Dom and that the play had just begun.