Not too long ago, I [24F] found a new play partner through a kink site. They’re a married couple, but I’m not too involved with the wife. I’ve met them twice, once for a drink, and once with the mister (let’s call him Joel, 38M) to fuck at their place. Anyway, back to the story.
We walked up to a white door. There were no signs, only a small plaque, with the name of the venue engraved on it. He buzzes in, while I stood opposite him, rubbing my hands together, wrapping myself tighter with the scarf. I eyed him from top to bottom, he was wearing a black leather coat, but I could see what he was wearing underneath; a matching vest and a black fitted vinyl top and vinyl trousers that hug his hips very well and highlights his bulge. His head is shaved, his beard is thick and neatly trimmed. Aviator glasses frame his face. He lit a cigarette, and we waited in silence. We had discussed what we liked to do there, the night before. There was no more discussion to be had (or so I thought…) Despite freezing in the cold autumn air, my blood was rushing, and my heart was beating fast.
The silence was cut by the door opening, revealing an older man. “Come on in.” He held the door, and we both shuffled in. Inside, the room was lit by a dim, red light. The man slid back into his place, manning the front desk, and he pointed to a door behind me, showing us the changing room. I came to the conclusion that he was the owner of the establishment. I slipped there, while the two men talked.
I quickly changed, and walked out, wearing only my leather bralette and skin-tight leather pants, my feet bare. The bralette has a plunging neckline and cutouts on the side. The combination of the [outfit](https://www.reddit.com/user/deletingsoon666/comments/qh8n8d/pants_vs_skirt/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) hugged my figure and I felt like my sensual self, just being there.
The man led us down the stairs, into the seating area. The dungeon has a stone vaulted ceiling and the bar counter itself was at the other end of the room. We were the only person there, being it was a weekday night. Joel took a seat on the chaise lounge, and I immediately assumed my own place, which was sitting at his feet, my chin on his lap. He put the leather collar around me, and the metal chain leash.
We talked about our daily lives, as he drank his cocktail. He dragged his nails on my body, from my lower back to my neck, to my sides and my arms, as time passed. I genuinely love getting scratches, it makes me arch my back and purr involuntarily.
I nervously let him know that he can scratch me harder, and he did. I went on, blurting out that previous partners have compared me to a cat, and I secretly always liked being treated this way and it was my way of channeling a more primal side. I told him that I see this kind of connection like that of a wizard and his familiar. I was ready to see him laugh or think I’m nuts, but he interrupted me, “Wow, you totally get it.” He always liked this kind of dynamic but thought it was very misogynistic, but as we discussed more, this just made more sense to us both. He loves all things occult, and on the other spectrum, I don’t believe in it, but for some reason, I really love this connection.
So that night, for the time, he was the grand wizard, and I was his little familiar.
My hands trail up and down his thigh, and I looked up at him, listening to him intently. He grabbed my face, and he told me how much he likes it when I touch him. Still staring at him, I licked his thumb, and his grip tightening around me, he stuck his thumb further into my mouth. I sucked it, and my head bobbed back and forth, reminding him how I do it on another body part of his. He pulled his hand away from my face but then he wrapped his hand around my neck, choking me. I kept my eye contact, my eyebrows creased, and he told me how hard I made him already and told me to feel him through the pants. Immediately, I touched his crotch, and he was right. He let go of me, and I went back to relaxing my head on his lap. He resumed scratching me, however now lower, feeling my ass, and his nails dug deeper. I arched my back, following his touch, my eyes fluttering, but every time I look back at him, lust burned in his eyes.
He stood up and I followed suit, and he led me upstairs, into a room (no doors obviously) with a bed. He turned to me and told me to get down to my knees. I stared at him quietly, thirsting for his cock, while he zipped his fly down and finally pulls it out of his pants. He was already half-mast, and I quickly got to work, making him spew out a string of curses. I love giving head, it always makes me wet, and he knows that. While I was busy, I could hear people coming upstairs. He whispered, asking me if I like that people are going to watch us, and I nodded yes while he was still in my mouth. And well, indeed, a young couple did come to watch us. They stood behind me, I was unable to see them, but I could see their silhouette. He pulled on the leash and pushed himself deep into my throat, making me choke. I pulled away and the strands of saliva dripped onto the floor. He zipped himself up, to my surprise, and ordered me to strip down. So I did.
He pushed me onto the bed, folded my knees, and spread my legs. He stuck two fingers inside me, feeling how wet I was. He knows how much I can squirt, so he wasted no time and picked up the pace right away, pumping his fingers in and out, like a piston, while a thumb rubbed my clit roughly. I grabbed on tightly to the sheets, I stared at the mirrored ceiling, looking at how he moved, and also how the couple stood closer and closer. I was panting, squirming, whimpering, and a big stream squirted out of me. “Yes, that’s it,” Joel said, his voice low and husky. I could hear the couple talk, the woman got her top off, but they quickly left the room, probably to deal with their own arousal.
Joel got to his knees, kneeling on the edge of the bed, getting his face between my legs, moving his tongue from side to side on my clit, and more of my liquid came out. The more I squirted, the rougher he got. Until he stopped. I wasn’t complaining, at that point, I had already squirted so much. He extended his hand and I took it, sitting up. He kissed me, told me how much of a good girl I was, and patted me on the head. He asked if I wanted more, and before he even finished, I nodded intensely, “Yes sir.”
He lead me with the leash and I scrambled to stand up, my legs weak. He walked me towards a wall-mounted Saint Andrew’s cross that was on the other side of the room. I backed myself onto the cross, and he strapped my wrists in, but getting myself to stand steadily, while my weak knees were spread was kind of a struggle, but we managed to strap my ankles on. He grabbed my neck again, choking me, asking me if I liked being used in front of the couple like that. I mumbled out a “yes sir”, and that earned me his whole fist. He stuffed his whole hand in me until I couldn’t be stretched anymore. That earned me some pussy slaps. I suppose my clit was already so sensitive, even the slaps made me squirt some more. He barely had to finger me, it was just slaps upon slaps, and more liquid gushed out of me. I pulled on my wrist cuffs, I stood on my tiptoes and my knees buckled. We stopped, and he got me out of the restrained, and I went to the bathroom to wash my body while he wipes himself down, as he also got soaked.
We went back downstairs to the bar after we were done, all clothed again, and I went back to my spot on the floor while he leaned back into his seat. I rested my head on his lap, body fully relaxed, as he played with my hair, patting my head. He told me what a good girl I have been, but the night wasn’t done yet, even though we were currently taking a breather. He gave me all the kisses and scratches. He also started playing with my ass, squeezing and scratching it underneath my pants. I shifted in my spot and stuck my ass out to feel it better. But that just got me spanked by a leather crop. I yelped. He gave me around 10 smacks and stopped, and told me that I was a good girl for staying still.
He told me to get up, and he lead me with the leash again to another room. We walked a low-ceilinged corridor, and it opened up into a smaller vaulted-ceiling room. A swing was hanging from the ceiling. He held my hand as I leaned back into the seat. He strapped each of my wrists onto the swing’s chain, and my ankles too. I was already wet again, he stuck his fingers in me, and he knew I was ready to cum again, even though my pussy was already sore. He didn’t move his hand, but he swung me back and forth, tugging me at the leash with the other hand. I tried to hold myself in place by grasping the chains, but it doesn’t work like that. I begged for his mouth, and being such a generous man, he kneeled in front of me and licked and sucked on my aching clit. He swung me gently back and forth, and I whined, I just wanted his mouth on me the whole time. And he took my complaints and ate me out, two fingers still inside me, although just gently moving in and out. I was unable to squirt, but this just led me to get so close to having a vaginal orgasm. My stomach tensed, my whimpers were now screams, and finally, the orgasm ripped out of me. It was so good it hurt. He didn’t stop though, he kept licking. My knees buckled again, his hands now firmly held my legs against the chains, fully spread out. And I had my second, and then my third. Until I finally begged my sir to stop. So we did.
He pulled me out of the restraints, and out of the swing. My knees were weak. He took a seat on the couch on the other side of the room, and I sat on the floor between his legs facing him. I drew circles with my nails on his thighs, as he showered me with compliments. He told me how I nailed every one of his orders. But now I just wanted his cock inside my mouth, and plus, I was having too much fun being played with like that. He slid his cock out, and into my mouth. I was on my hands and knees, and he was leaning back into his place. He cursed and cursed, tugging my leash, making me deepthroat him. Sometime’s I’d choke and strands of saliva would fall to the floor. I alternate between sucking his cock and his balls until he couldn’t help it anymore. He grabbed my face and pushed his dick into my mouth, finally releasing his load in my throat. I could feel that it was a huge one, but I was careful enough to drink each drop.
I licked him clean and wiped my mouth while he towels his cock dry and zips himself up. Still on the floor, I leaned back between his legs. All night’s work being the wizard’s familiar.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qmll9y/my_first_time_in_a_bdsm_dungeon_being_the_wizards
That was so hot. I’m jealous!