Party Animals

Master and I got invited to a private party a while back. They’re a couple I’ve talked to a few times over the last few years but since they only do these parties a couple of times a year, it never seemed to work out.  I didn’t try really either because of how they play, on rare occasions. Papa and I connected with them this time around and we ended up agreeing to go.
Friday came around finally and we were both debating on actually going. Not for a lack of interest but just that it had been a long week, I started another new job and that meant being out of contact with Papa for hours at a time because I was in training. I was missing Him very much. To add to the little contact during the day, we had the kids all week which left us little time at night. He took me out for sushi, we continued to debate on going. I wasn’t against it or anxious about it, just undecided on whether I could be social enough that night. We went home after a delicious dinner and I proposed that we move forward with getting ready while coming to a final decision. We did just that. Except for crawling into bed and messing around a bit before getting into the shower.
We got dressed and He made the final decision.  We were going so we headed out.
Once there, we found the room and knocked as we heard laughter coming from inside,  which was a good sign. Walking in, there were 5 other people already there. The initial couple whose party this was, their submissive that they play with on occasion and another couple. The first 3 I knew I was attracted to them and ready to play from the start. The other couple…they were a little older and not someone I would have preferred to play with. We were ushered in, introduced and served drinks.  It was all set up really nicely. Settling in, the host started introducing everyone and what they were into, he certainly remembered everyone and kept it all straight. Then we went around the room and shared the kinkiest things we are into. I was at the end and by the time it came around to me, I shared and then the older lady asked if I would bare my breasts for everyone. Eh….why not? I took off my blouse and bra. That was definitely a first for me. I can be pretty shy in a group setting like that but I did it anyway.  The hell with it…only live once!  She came over to me, asked if I was ok with her touching me and I said yes and she did. When she leaned in to kiss me, it was…..odd. at the very least. She would hold her mouth just barely above mine but wouldn’t touch and then touched her lips to mine but too gently. It was very strange.  I’m used to actual kisses. It was almost like breath play in a way. That’s how it all started….essentially a 7-person orgy broke out. Everyone took any number of clothes they were comfortable with and we all started messing around. I tried to avoid the older couple as much as I could….he tried to ask me to go in the bedroom with him but I declined. At another point he started to finger my ass but but I pulled away. I started playing with the other submissive. We kissed, took turns going down on each other, caressed. I enjoyed her very much. She was sweet and gentle and soft. But then the older lady came in the middle of us and tried to do her weird kissing thing and asked us both back into the bedroom.  Again, I declined. The opportunity to play with two women had presented itself but the fact that she said I smelled like vanilla and the other sub smelled like chocolate and she wanted to make a cake completely turned me off.  I said I needed a bit of a break and let her haul off the other sub instead.  She was certainly not the type of woman I could play with. That left Master, the beautiful hostess, her husband and me alone in the front room while the other three went into the bedroom. We played some and enjoyed each other.  The hostess was exactly my type. Tall (I really like taller women), busty, beautiful and a great kisser. She made Master cum with her mouth while I was right next to Him, I very much enjoyed watching her please Him like that. I was able to enjoy the host’s very talented mouth and cock. It was all hands and mouths. No one fucked anyone else throughout the night. They got up to see what all the noise was in the other room and I snuggled up to Master. He asked if I was ok, which I was but needing a little physical contact from Him at that moment.  We chatted a little about what had happened already and I was very honest about how I felt about the older couple. They were not a turn on for me at all. And it wasn’t even necessarily their age, it was more their personalities. At some point she had tried to spank me with a “paddle”, the paddle was cute but felt obnoxiously light. I’ve been beaten with a belt, spiked paddle, a wooden paddle and a cane multiple times.  Those “50 Shades of Grey” paddles are kids play to me at this point. And her meager attempt at trying to play rough with me did nothing for me, because she really had no idea what she was doing.
We eventually moved into the bedroom to see what was going on. The hosts had a sybian machine among tons of other toys. They had requested we bring our pump with us and that’s when I remembered we had it. Master brought it out started to play with the other sub, she had a much more ideal pussy to be pumped than mine. The older couple came in and announced they were leaving (massive relief) so we stayed. Master pumped up the sub’s pussy, her lips were puffy and engorged, very sexy. The hostess started playing with her and brought out some toys. I ended up in a chair with Master playing with my pussy with a vibrater. It was hot with all the moaning going on in the room with three on the bed and us right there. He made me cum good and hard…twice. Leaving me to rest, while the ladies were sucking the host’s cock together, He finger-fucked their pussies. The hostess had been impressed with Master’s skillful hands all night. He does do wonderful things with His hands….and like He said later, it’s nice to be validated that other women He just met feel the same way. Much like the host having to pull me off his cock earlier in the night because he didn’t want to cum that early.
After all that play, we sat around talking and laughing, had some late -night snacks and eventually headed out.  I told the hostess I don’t know how many times how beautiful she was and how attracted to her I was. I couldn’t stop touching her. It’s a shame they don’t play more often but it’s how they do their thing. Maybe they will have another get-together before we leave for Florida in July. One can hope…
The next day, Master chatted with the host and told them how good of a time we had and glad we ended up going. He also asked if no one minded, if he would give Master’s number to the sub to see if she would ever be interested in playing…..turns out she is! And we might be getting together very soon.
This was definitely an experience. I’m glad we did go afterall.


{{Papa inspired….He started to tell me a version of this after one of the nights I sucked Him to orgasm and asked for a story…but He didn’t get to finish it. Just because we might not play anymore doesn’t mean we can’t fantasize…}}

Master took me out for a bike ride. We ended up in a little town about 70 miles out of the city. It had been a long ride and our butts needed a little bit of a rest before taking on the last stretch to get home. There was a bar that served food and we were both hungry so we stopped.

It was dark and a little bit country inside as we settled in with a couple of drinks and ordered some food. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed a tall redhead sitting at the bar by herself. There were some other bikers and a few truckers sitting around, chatting or eating quietly. The redhead seemed to be keeping to herself, back to everyone while she ran her finger slowly along the rim of her glass. Maybe she felt me glancing her way, but she turned to look back at me. I gave her a shy smile and I got a sultry tilt of her head as an acknowledgment in return.

Our food came and we started eating. I mentioned her to Master and He had a look Himself, trying not to be obvious. A devilish smile came across His face as He jokingly said there was a motel across the way if she might be interested in spending some private time with us. I chuckled a little and asked Him what would be the chances of that actually happening? Papa turned a bit more serious and said, “Really…what’s the harm in asking?” to which I said we get rejected. He came back with, “So what? Then we go home and I fuck you. Nothing lost but nothing gained if we never ask..” Next thing I know, after finishing up our meal, I was sitting next to her, striking up a conversation. This wasn’t easy for me but somehow I was doing it. Master joined us and we ended up back at our table with more drinks, laughing and getting to know each other better. Time flew by and suddenly, Papa perked up and said there was no way we were going to make it home tonight. It was getting dark and He had had a little too much to drink. We were going to have to get that motel room anyway.  Feeling confident and flirty, I put my hand on Rose’s on her leg and asked her if she wanted to join us in our room that night. Much to my surprise, she said yes…

Master drove the bike over to the hotel, slowly, while Rose and I walked over after grabbing some more beverages from the store. It was a little bit of an awkward walk but shortly after Papa got our room, we settled in and had one more drink. There’s always that quiet moment of everyone wondering how exactly this is going to get started. I leaned over and kissed Rose first. I couldn’t resist. She responded enthusiastically by grabbing my breasts. I felt Papa sit down next to her as she pulled away from me and kissed Him next. I rubbed her chest, felt her nipples harden under my touch and then reached over and rubbed His thigh to find her hand already on His cock. This was definitely happening!

Clothes found their way to the floor, her nipples ended up in my mouth as she began sucking His cock. She had big, beautiful, round breasts with large pink nipples that I couldn’t get enough of. And thank goodness, she evidently loved having her nipples sucked on as I couldn’t pry my mouth from them. Until Master grabbed my hair and shoved His cock in my mouth instead. Rose and I switched places, it was my turn to have my nipples assaulted. I felt her wander down between my legs to find me very wet. We disentangled and got up on the bed and ended up in a 69, with her on top. Master came around and slid His rock hard cock inside her, making her moan into my pussy. He started fucking her while I sucked and licked her clit. Papa’s thrusts made her pussy move against my mouth and made her mouth rub all over my pussy. It was quite delicious. She gently pulled away and laid back, telling me I had to try that. I climbed on top of her and Master obliged with fucking me next. She was right, nothing quite like having a tongue on your clit and a cock in your pussy at the same time. Then the added benefit of having a very wet tasty pussy in my mouth became too much for me. My body exploded in an orgasm. Master pulled away from me and sat back, telling Rose to climb on top of Him, He wanted her to ride His cock and asked me to suck on and play with His nipples at the same time. Happy to please, we did as we were told. She took His cock inside her and began to fuck Him while I licked, pinched and twisted His nipples. Master moaned and closed His eyes. He had one hand on her breast and one hand on mine. Suddenly He asked her to stop and patted the bed, telling her to lay back, I was going to eat her pussy again. We got into position and He made her suck her pussy juice off His cock first before coming around to the back of me, pulled my hair and told me what a good dirty whore I was, eat that wet pussy and make her cum. He spread my legs apart more and to my slight surprise, started to push His cock inside my ass. I moaned a little and He thrust all the way in. I lapped at her clit as she rubbed her pussy against my mouth. Her thighs started to shake a bit and she moaned louder and Papa fucked my ass hard. I felt her whole body tighten up as she came against my mouth at the same time Papa thrust into my ass and grabbed my hips as His orgasm shook Him. We all sat still for a moment before collapsing on the bed, breathless and satisfied.

The End?

Could we possibly be at the end of our playing adventures?

Far too few of our encounters have actually been enough fun to keep searching and meeting up with people to play i.e. the juice has not been worth the squeeze.

Master brought it up last night and said He’s not in the mood to play. This could certainly change as it has before, we’ve agreed to taking breaks and gone back to it shortly after that. I do not disagree…I have not been really interested in playing much either. It certainly could be because I’ve been under the weather so much lately. I just can’t seem to kick whatever it is I have. But then again, I look at Papa and think He’s the only one I really want. I love our sex life, I love the way He looks at me, kisses me, touches me. I enjoy sex with women, yes, but the more I fall in love with Master, the more I just crave Him in every way. I find more and more that the thrill from playing comes not in the actual act of but more in the hunt and the anticipation leading up it. Then it just becomes a let-down because let’s face it, first times are not thrilling at all. They’re awkward and a little weird. At least they are for me and seem to be the same for Master.

We do have an engagement set for the 25th. It’s a private swinger type party in a hotel room set up by a couple who does this a couple of times a year. It’s a  kinky affair to which they are bringing their own female sub who they play with on occasion as well as a male CD sub and two or three other couples. They contacted us a while ago about it and I was very hesitant. I do not belong in a party/swinger type atmosphere at all. I am beyond shy when it comes to things of that nature. However, I took some time to think about it and came to Master with an idea. I proposed going with Him as His full slave. My reasoning behind it…I am much less likely to disappoint Him than I am myself when it comes to being too shy, unable to speak up or make a move on something I want. He will have complete control over me and I am to obey Master at all times, or suffer the consequences. I offered that He should think about pulling out of the party since He is not in the mind-frame to play right now and Papa said He would think about it.

We also talked about our D/s….Master has been feeling out of sorts lately with my multiple transitions in work as of late and not keeping up with my daily assignments as I should be. We agreed that daily blogs has proved to be too much for me, I cannot keep up with it so He pulled it back to once a week. I will try to write more but at least once a week is now acceptable. I have been failing miserably on reporting breakfast, lunch and kegels. I asked if I deserved a punishment and He said not if He didn’t receive one as well because He has failed in keeping me in line as much as I have failed in doing what I’m supposed to be doing. I went over my protocols and asked if He were unhappy with anything else. Master said no…though He struggles when I’m not at 100% because He feels selfish. I reassured Him that there was no need to feel selfish. I’m His sub, sick or well, and I know that if I am truly not feeling up to a task or keeping up with my protocols, all I have to do is ask to be excused. I know at any given time all I need to do is communicate with Master, He will listen and most likely let me slide precisely because I don’t ask often. He seemed to settle down and was relieved we had talked and He got it off His chest…then we messed around a bit, which I needed because I was missing that connection with Him..

It was a good talk 🙂


I am my own worst subbie critic. I get so afraid of disappointing Him, that He won’t notice what I have done right and only focus on what I haven’t or what I failed to do. Exactly how I am on myself. If I treat myself that way, if I criticize myself that harshly, why wouldn’t I expect Papa to do the same? But He doesn’t. He appreciates me, He recognizes the things I do do and only slightly corrects me when needed.  But never harshly, never in an angry tone, just matter-of-factly reminds me of the little thing here or there that I might have missed. I take it hard sometimes, by no fault of His but again, my own worst critic.  I expect perfection and when I don’t achieve it, I take it to heart. So I must keep reminding myself  that it isn’t about perfection but striving to do my best everyday, take care of my family and  be the submissive that makes my Master proud and happy to have me at His feet.