Valerie [F] [BDSM] [exh] [mast] [sm]

[Note: The main character is based off of a real person I met at a kinkster munch once! However, everything in this story is OC and fictional, including the name. I’ve only written this so far, but I’d like to gauge interest before writing more. Let me know what you think!]

Valerie clutched her stomach as it gave a deep rumble. She sighed and looked up and around from her old, bulky laptop in vain, knowing she was once again out of ramen. She didn’t think she could stomach another bowl of the salty, squishy noodles anyway. Her body really needed something substantial, but her thin budget—recently raped from paying for the upcoming semester’s tuition and rent for her shitty couch space—considerably limited her options. She sank back into the frayed green couch and hoped the hunger pangs would subside.

About half of the time, they would go away if she could distract herself well enough, either by watching a movie or finding something interesting to research on the net. What always worked, however, was finding some other, stronger physical stimulation.

Lying down on her couch with her head propped up and her knees bent to hold her laptop, Valerie’s left hand casually creeped down into her baggy sweatpants, beneath her thin panties. With her right hand, she searched the web for something to get her going. Merely browsing the main page of her preferred porn site, she stumbled upon a wide array of video suggestions labeled by genre.

She let out a groan as her tummy gave another protesting growl; she needed to hurry up. A still frame under the “Kink” category caught her eye. The frame showed a pale woman strapped to a wooden chair, legs spread with her arms at her sides and her head thrown back in pleasure. The said pleasure source was a black vibrating massage wand between her legs. What intrigued Valerie most, however, were the two rows of clothes pins that traveled down the curves of her body, beginning above her tits and ending just above where the vibrator met her skin.

*Actually, no—*heat rushed to Valerie’s face and the fingers in her pants instinctively pressed down and pulled when she saw what was going on in the background. She clicked the video link, and it opened in a new tab. Not only was the woman strapped and helpless in this chair, forced into orgasm, but she was under a spotlight in the middle of a circle of people, all of whom were cast in shadows. While she was totally nude, the onlookers were dressed in black tie attire and sipping on cocktails looking smug. *Why do I like this?*

She continued to watch, trying to figure out what this feeling was. *Embarrassment? Thrill? Both?*

Valerie didn’t even realize when she stopped paying attention to the video. For most of it, her eyes were closed as she imagined herself in this woman’s predicament and rubbed broad circles around her sex. She threw her head back and stretched, feeling the imaginary clothes pins down her body squeeze tighter as the skin on her abdomen grew taught. She slipped one of her slender left fingers inside and drew her wetness out and up onto her clit. Something about ruining her panties always excited her, although it wasn’t so good for her laundry basket.

*Speaking of laundry…*

Heart pounding, she zoomed off the couch and out onto the balcony, where she removed two clothes pins from the line that held her drying laundry. No longer needing the laptop, and with no roommates home for the winter break, Valerie went back to the couch, pulled her somewhat disproportionately-sized breasts out of her dainty tank top, and applied a pin to each nipple. A shockwave of pleasure beginning at her chest enveloped her body, enticing her fingers back down into her damp panties. Loving the tease, she played with her slickness as the pins sent new waves with every movement of her torso.

There was so much to feel: the warm, slipperiness on her fingers, the raw pleasure from the pressure she applied with those fingers, the contrasting pain on her nipples, and the heat of embarrassment from being on display for a room full of imaginary people. For the first time in over a year, Valerie let out an audible cry of ecstasy as she came for a full ten seconds.

Panting as she came to, she looked around with wide eyes, surprised at herself. Surprised not only at how soaked her left hand had become, but also how quickly she managed to cum. Sensing the damage to her little panties, she reveled in her mess and made it worse, enjoying the remaining post-orgasm tingles before they trickled away. She looked down at her chest and found her nipples to be a darker shade than normal beneath the clothes pins. With her right hand, she removed the first too quickly. *Ow, damn!* It hurt way more to remove the pin than to apply it, as the numbing effect that accompanies a loss of blood beneath the pin rapidly disappeared. She removed the second more gently and slowly, which seemed to help a bit.

Reaching down to the floor for the baby wipes that were stashed beneath the couch, she cleaned off her left hand before bringing the laptop back onto her lap. The kinky video automatically resumed upon opening the laptop, which she would have closed immediately had she not seen an interesting line of text scroll across the screen.

“Video uploaded by Fetcom, Inc., host and patron of California’s most elite fetish gatherings.”

*So this was a real party, not some scripted porno?* Valerie navigated to the Fetcom website and found that this company played a number of roles. It not only offered a calendar of fetish events and workshops, but there was also a section on the site dedicated to kink education, a secured section for premium subscribers to sponsored videos, and an open discussion forum. Curious, she browsed the forum and discovered a recent post that said, “Berkeley Munch Today! Free food, newbies welcome!”

Valerie’s heart sank a bit as she read the post’s description. The munch, which she learned just meant a casual, public gathering of kinksters, was to take place at the park right across the street from her apartment…in only two hours. She felt so conflicted. While her newfound interest in kink and her empty stomach urged her to go, her inner introvert cowered at the idea of not only having to interact with so many new people, but doing so with virtually no knowledge of the fetish realm. How could she even contribute to the conversation?

*I can see it now, my one contribution: “Yeah, today I masturbated with clothes pins from my laundry line.”* She sighed. Yet, her needy stomach won in the end, knowing there was no other solution if she wanted to eat at all today without spending more money. *I’ll just keep a low profile; try to blend in.*

Heart pounding, stomach growling, Valerie stood at the top of the stairs that led down from her apartment to the busy sidewalk. *Here goes nothing.*

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