Tied up for a sex party [group] [bdsm]

Last weekend, my husband and I attended an intimate, 20-person sex party in a gorgeous loft apartment.

When we arrived, we could not believe how attractive every guest was — we were all in our 20s-30s (apart from a 50-something man who was the most fit person there), there were super sexy women wearing lingerie from the outset, no major alpha energy (except from a few girls which is a turn on for me), and everyone was chill, welcoming, and respectful. My tight green lacy dress was on the more modest side, though I could see people’s eyes (my husband’s included) lingering on my visibly hard nipples. After drinks, the hosts circled up the guests and we went around sharing our pronouns, orientation, hard limits, how we like to be asked for consent, and our hopes for the evening. As each person spoke in turn, I could feel my pulse rev up as it neared our turn to share. This was partially because there were some very sexy people speaking about the ways they love to fuck. It was also because I knew what my husband was going to say when it was our turn to speak.

“My wife would like to be tied up tonight and used by any of you.” (The was followed by several cheers). “One main caveat — she only has intercourse with me. Other than that, she already told me she is into everyone here. She loves everything, but in particular she loves rough sex and impact play, and nothing turns her on more than giving oral. You’re welcome to ask her for consent at any point if that makes you feel more comfortable, but it’s also not necessary.” He turned back to me and said, with a very serious look “She’ll let me know if it’s too much. Correct?”. His eye contact with me was so intense that I felt like we were the only two people in the room as I held his gaze while grinning and nodding. And then someone started applauding and everyone cheered while I blushed and hid my face in my husband’s Christmas Grinch sweater.

As people moved around the apartment, some getting into the hot tub (yes there was a hot tub), some continuing to drink, my husband brings us up to the bedroom where an enormous four-poster bed fills the room. The couple we’ve played with for several weeks (H&L, see my last post for more about them 😉) followed us up. My husband took rope out of his pocket as they surveyed the bed frame. They decide that my wrists being tied to the top two posts of the bed would be far too dignified. They wanted me at the foot of the bed, kneeling on the rug, with my back up against the frame, back of my head against the mattress, mouth open and ready to service the needs of anyone who comes in. H pointed out that as much as he’d love to rip my dress off me once I’m tied, we should probably take it off beforehand. L volunteers, but not before pinching my nipples through the thin material until I squirm. For the second time in two weeks, I find myself in just a thong with my hands being bound behind me. As H and my husband carefully make knots to keep my wrists tightly attached to each bed post, L starts kissing me, continuing to caress and play with my nipples. I have a strong urge to touch her back, and without thinking I try to move my right hand forward and get a sharp “don’t you dare” from my husband, as he pins my wrist more tightly and finishes the knot.

I test out my left restraint as well, and find that both are without any give. As L continues to kiss and lick my neck and chest, the two men step back with folded arms, admiring their handiwork. I can see they both are hard through their jeans, and I feel an ache between my legs when I think about what they might do next. L turns to them and says that she knows they want to use my mouth, but mind if she has first dibs? They both agree and L climbs up with her knees on either side of my head, bending my neck backwards and pushing my head firmly back against the mattress with her pussy. She only is wearing a see-through mesh thong, and I start licking her on either side of the fabric. I carefully bite the fabric and move it to the side for better access. I start giving her soft, broad strokes up and down her pussy, running over her labia, purposefully ignoring her clit. She tolerates this for a while, but then her need for stimulation becomes increasingly more obvious, and she rocks her pelvis forward until my tongue is pressed against her clit. I hear her moan, and I start to flick my tongue firmly against her clit, occasionally sucking it in and out of my mouth, and feeling her hips/body gyrate above me.

Completely lost in her pussy, I start slightly when I feel hands on my breasts and up and down along me body. Someone bites my left nipple hard — then rapidly flick their tongue afterward, creating a very intense sensation. Then there are bites occurring on both nipples, and I pull against my restraints, moaning with my mouth full of L’s wet, soft pussy. I glance upwards at L and see that my husband has taken out his cock and is stroking it slowly. Then realize I have no idea who the second person biting me, and my view is completely blocked. I fucking love the feeling of being used by strangers, and my brain even starts to imagine that one of them is someone who got to the party late, who I hadn’t yet had a chance to provide consent to. I start to squirm and try to generate friction by rubbing my thighs together and I hear H’s deep chuckle.

He puts his hand down my thong and presses his fingers against me and lets out a “fuuuuuuuck she’s so wet”. I feel suddenly shy/embarrassed, and pull away from him. His hand follows me, until my ass is pressed against the bottom of the frame and there is no more room to escape. I feel his fingers slip inside me and curl upwards against my g spot. He uses his other hand to grab my my neck, slightly limiting my tongue’s range of motion. He whispers to me that the next time I pull away from him he is going to get out a whip and take it out on his wife’s ass. Holy shit. I am turned on and terrified. I feel completely at his mercy, as he rocks his fingers and builds up internal pressure. It’s just bordering on painful, when I feel someone’s tongue on my clit and the feeling is converted into ecstasy.

L crawls forward on the bed and turns her attention to my husband’s hard cock, freeing up my mouth. H does not hesitate, he stands up in front of my mouth, pulls down his zipper, uses his wet fingers to lube up his cock, and shoves it down my throat. He pins the back of my head to the edge of the mattress, securing my head with his hands so I can’t rotate away, and pushing his entire length into me. I remember what he said about the consequences of pulling away, and a surge of adrenaline rushes through me. I relax my body and try to receive everything he wants to give me, pushing himself in and out of my mouth, only occasionally giving me the chance to catch my breath. Someone else has taken over playing with my pussy, this time a female voice exclaiming how wet I am and how good I taste, but this time I am so overwhelmed by deep throating that I barely register it. It’s only when I feel two nipple clamps simultaneously attached to me that I have any brain space devoted to the rest of my body. I now recognize the voice, it’s K, one of the domme-y woman from earlier, and she’s talking with my husband about my favorite kinds of impact play. She runs her fingernails up as down my body while she waits for my frantic breathing to slow down and for my body to adjust to the sharp sting of the clamps.

She requests a slight change of position, and H helps me stand up and pulls my legs onto the bed (so my wrists are now tied to the bottom two bed posts in front of me, and I’m kneeling forward with my ass up behind me. My husband has L bent over the side of the bed, fucking her from behind while she pulls at the bed sheets, but his eyes are locked on my body. H towers above me at the foot of the bed, and grabs my hair to pull me forward and down, so that I can resume the blow job. K quickly secures my ankles to the top bed posts, keeping the rope somewhat long, but I test it and am unable to fully close my legs.

She then pulls out a large paddle, and informs H that he must resume fucking my face while she hits me. She says that she expects each hit to be counted, and followed by a “thank you, ma’am”, no matter how muffled it sounds by H’s cock. H and K start to time their hits/thrusts together, with H leaving his cock pushed in to the max while I try to say the number and say thank you. I gag and drool down his cock onto the bed, and gasp for breath each time he releases me. At 10 I can feel the warm hot redness building up, and I’m wondering how much more my ass can take. K moves up to assist H by holding my hair and pushing my head forward on his cock, and playing with my nipple clamps. I hear a deep voice ask K if he can take a turn. Though I am unable to turn around to confirm it, it sounds like M, the 50-something year old who I had been admiring earlier. H had told me that M was an incredible Dom, and watching him in action was how he had learned some of his own tips/tricks.

He kneels behind me and instructs H to pick up the pace. I feel flogger strings tickle me up and down my back and goose bumps break out across my body. Then I feel a flurry of stinging hits raining down on my ass, on both sides, with no break and just building up the pain/pleasure. I can’t see what he’s doing but am sure there is more than one flogger. H’s insistent, swelling cock is moving so quickly in and out of my mouth that I have to give up on breathing. He announces he is going to cum and as he groans and unloads in me, each drop is directly deposited down my throat. As I swallow and recover my breath, I feel hands rubbing up and down my ass, and I feel kissing, biting, and a flicking tongue explore my thighs, pussy, and then up along my pussy towards my ass. I try to squirm away but M holds my body tightly and asks if I’m going to behave or if my ropes need to be tightened and I need to be punished. I whimper and stay still, as he licks and plays with my ass. He alternating between soft, playful, unbearably ticklish licks directly on my anus and harsh, intense bites on my ass cheeks. I look over at my husband who is smirking at me while fucking L’s mouth. I never let him get this far with my ass, and he knows exactly how uncomfortable I feel right now. His look tells me “you asked for it, you better fucking take it”. As M fingers my pussy and I press against him, he loudly announces that I must be fucked, and asks my husband if he’ll do the honors.

M gets off the bed and walks around to the foot of the bed, and positions himself in front of my face. His cock is hard and terrifyingly long. My husband decides to squeeze in underneath my restraints, so that he is in his back with me straddling him in cowgirl, still with each of my limbs tied to each bed post. My husband whispers to me that he has a special surprise as he thrusts up into my pussy, at the same moment that M’s cock passes my lips. With M, he doesn’t immediately start deep throating me. He removes his cock and grabs my jaw to turn my face up towards his. He mouths “eye contact” and suddenly I feel like my eyes are glued to his. He continues to fuck my mouth, sometimes removing his cock completely, leaving me looking up at him with my mouth open while I rock back and forth on my husband’s cock. He sometimes sticks his fingers down my throat instead, daring me to break eye contact, not stopping until I gag and tears escape the corner of my eyes. Even though he is thrusting more gently than H had been, he is controlling every millimeter that my head moves. I feel completely at his mercy.

So when I feel pressure against my ass, something slippery starting to slide itself inside of me, his eyes are still locked on mine and he notices my panicked expression. He turns my head back so I can see what is happening. I now understand what my husband meant by a surprise — it’s K, and she is kneeling behind me with a strap-on, grinning evilly at me, and I look down at my husband. We had been holding my intercourse boundaries due to his discomfort with sharing me, and I had assumed this included strap-ons. I ask him, “are you sure you’re okay with this?” — he nods and says “Merry Christmas, you little slut”, and pulls my hair back so my mouth/face is positioned to receive M’s cock again. All three of them push themselves into me, and I drop deep into the sensation of complete fullness.

The rest of the evening passed in a very horny blur, and I still can’t get that feeling of being completely full out of my head. It’s addicting! Negative COVID tests and STD tests this week (phew, because Omicron is now everywhere, and it doesn’t look like another play date will happen for a while until things calm down). All I was left with were all these memories, and some delightful bruises on my ass! There’s nothing like sitting through zoom work meetings with a tender reminder of my submission.

Happy holidays everybody! Stay safe out there!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rjeebd/tied_up_for_a_sex_party_group_bdsm