Went To A Very Private And Exclusive BDSM Party

 It had been a hard week at work, and I was exhausted. Work had been a non-stop round of negotiations, boardroom meetings, and way too much talking. My brain was fried. A two million deal had been brokered, so the work had been worth it. A big fat bonus for me and a well-earned Friday night glass of wine at home on the sofa.

I looked through my post; it had accumulated unread all week. Most of it was the usual rubbish, utility, credit card bills, etc., but there was one that looked intriguing. It was a black and gold envelope, and it looked classy. It was an invitation to an exclusive BDSM party. No clue on the envelope as to where it came from. It had been hand-delivered.

BDSM had never really been my thing. I did have an ex-girlfriend, Jo, who liked it. We had tried some feather play and melting candle wax on each other, tying each other up, but it was always pretty light. We never ventured into the world of hardcore BDSM. The invite was most likely from her.

The invite was for the following evening, and I didn’t have any plans. I remember thinking, “A few drinks (for courage), some hot girls wanting sex with me. What is the worst that could happen?”

I wasn’t sure what to wear, so I dressed in smart casual. My best underwear on, condoms in my wallet, and a couple of credit cards. All set.

I turned up, and it was a club out of town. The location was no surprise. With what went on there, it couldn’t be in the middle of town. I showed my invite and was ushered downstairs. The place was filled with more leather and toys than you could ever imagine. I knew at that point I had to be all in or leave. Fight or flight, as it were…

The bar was my first priority, triple brandy, that would take the edge off the nerves. I gulped it quickly. My ex-girlfriend Jo walked up to me. That is where the invite had come from. Apparently, she had met someone who was into hardcore BDSM and thought I might like the club. I had another drink; I gulped that one, too; my head was buzzing at that point. Jo grabbed my hand and led me through the rooms.

I was pretty turned on seeing people in PVC or half-naked people pleasuring each other. Whipping, spanking, dominating, being tied up. I had no clue where to start. My erect cock was hard to hide, so I didn’t bother. Jo told me, at this point, I would enjoy the sub/dom room. I really had no clue what that was, but I was about to find out. Jo went off, and I stood in the doorway.

There was a ‘Mistress’ standing in the middle of the room. I was told to strip and kneel. I guessed at this point who had what role. A good job. I had drunk those brandys. Mistress started tickling my nipples, and I squirmed. I was told to stop moving and obey any order I was given.

I had a BDSM collar and some sex restraints put on me. I had a rope across my stomach. I was kneeling on all fours with my ankles shackled. I was told to give her my ass, and a butt plug was inserted quite roughly. It turned me on. Maybe I was kinky. Who knew. My cock was rock hard. It was a remote-controlled, vibrating butt plug. Mistress turned it onto the highest setting. I screamed. The pleasure and pain were excruciating. Apparently, she was going to dress me in BDSM gear, but she liked the look of my naked body. So naked it was.

Mistress pulled her short leather skirt up; she had no underwear on. The sight of her pussy filled me with desire. ‘Lick me.’ Mistress said. I crawled over to her and slowly slid my tongue inside of her, and worked my way to her clit. Mistress tasted amazing. All sweet and juicy. I hungrily drank all of her juices; they covered my face. I could feel her quiver all over my tongue. I knew she had cum.

‘You pleased me, slave .’I will get my spanking paddle and spank your ass raw.’ she said. The pleasure and pain thing was a revelation to me. I had no idea that something that hurt so much could also be such a turn-on. Mistress was spanking me so hard it made my ass sting. It made me feel alive. The butt plug was turned up to its strongest setting again. I didn’t know if I would cum or faint. Mistress had obviously seen how turned on I was and said, ‘Absolutely no cumming. I did want to leave the cock biting until next time, but if you cum, I won’t wait until then. Do you understand me, slave’?

I said, ‘Yes, Mistress.’

With that, she fully cupped my balls. Gently fondling them with her expert hands. Mistress then knelt down in front of me and started licking them and took my whole shaft in her mouth, looking up at me. ‘I expect full restraint, Slave.’ she said and carried on sucking. I thought I was going to burst. I could then feel the butt plug gently vibrating in my ass. I had always been able to cum, whenever I wanted. Holding back was new to me.

‘Right slave, now I have edged you. I want you to spend the next week watching porn. No wanking. No fucking. Keep yourself on edge the whole week. I will make you cum next week. If your sperm is up to standard. I will stud you out. I trust you have no objections.’.

‘No mistress, I have no objections at all.’. I really didn’t, either. I loved the idea. ‘Until next week, Mistress.'.