Sir had instructed me to wait for him in my car once I arrived at the dessert boutique we were meeting at. I obeyed. Sir parked next to me and got out of his car to greet me. As he opened the door, he leaned in to hold my face and kiss me. I smiled. I got out of the car and hugged and kissed Sir again. We walked inside together, surprised to see our friend standing inside already. She greeted us, Sir with a hug, and me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
We picked out our dessert and sat down at a table in the far left of the boutique for some privacy. We chatted with our friend for awhile.
Sir made me show off for her, instructing me to swing my left leg over the arm of the chair and trace my fingers over my cunt while looking at her and detailing what I am to Sir. I obeyed, reciting:
“Your fucktoy, Sir.”
“And what does that mean?”
“That all of my holes are for your use in whatever way you see fit.”
“Good girl. What else are you?”
“Your cumslut, Sir.”
“And what does that mean?”
“That I chase and relish in your Gift any chance I get, or that of another at your instruction.”
“Good girl.”
Our friend looked on, intrigued, unsure of how to respond, with a slight grin forming in the corner of her mouth.
After that, I noticed the security camera in the corner of the room. Oops. Sir instructed me to pull out my left breast and I asked if I should with the camera. He changed the instruction to pulling my nipple instead. Sir explained to our friend that it’s his responsibility to scan the environment and keep me safe.
She said that our dynamic was new to her and interesting. Sir explained the polyamory and BDSM parts of our lives, and she listened attentively. At that moment, sitting here with our friend as Sir described our dynamic, I felt pride. I felt joy. I felt that sense of belonging I’d desired for so long. And it felt good.
Eventually we said our goodbyes and headed to the club. We arrived early. Sir sat in my car with me until others showed up; we joined them waiting by the front door. I heard the music come on and the door was unlocked and opened, a good friend of ours hugging us and ushering us in.
We paid our entry fee and went inside to find a seat. We set up our drinks and sat next to some friends as we watched people start to flood the club. Sir made me go change. I returned wearing my new red dress – a long, form-fitting, red satin dress with an asymmetrical cut up the front revealing my legs, and a deep, low-cut back that nearly reached my ass.
As I approached, Sir’s eyes grew wide. He made me spin around for him and marveled at his possession.
“Wow!” he said.
I blushed and smiled. “I did well, huh?”
We headed to a private room, specifically one with a mirror on the wall. I lied down on the bed and waited for Sir to shut the door, excited for what was to come.
Sir began to slap my tits, one of my favorite acts. He told me I was taking it so well, and I beamed. Sir told me that he was very proud of me and said that I hadn’t had a lesson in awhile, so tonight I’d be learning something new. He slapped my face. I flinched, wincing.
Sir explained to me that to mitigate the fact that many swingers were intimidated or made nervous by the way we play (BDSM, degradation, and rough play), I’d need to tweak my reactions to help assuage those fears. Of course, Sir knows what he’s doing and will always perform these acts safely. He will never actually intentionally injure me. But onlookers often don’t know that because they are strangers to us; they don’t know our dynamic and often don’t even know that much about BDSM as a whole. That can lead to not only making others feel uncomfortable, but possibly being told to move to a private room – which would be such a shame since we love to show off – or being asked to leave the club altogether. We don’t want that to happen. So we tweak play just a little depending on our audience, to make them more comfortable and to allow us to continue to play at the level we desire.
“Do I hit you hard, my pet?” he asked me.
“No, Sir,” I replied.
“That’s right. I will never do anything to cause you lasting harm. Try not to flinch or wince,” Sir told me. “In fact, smile. Show that you’re enjoying it.”
I totally understood why we were doing this, and I attempted to stop flinching and wincing, replacing it with a smile. I felt a little silly, so I started giggling, which helped me keep smiling!
“Good girl!” Sir praised me, smiling as he slapped me again and I reacted exactly the way he had instructed me to. Sir’s tone was one of joy, of pride, of pleasure. I smiled.
“Good girl! You’ve earned a bit of pleasure,” Sir said as he began to rub my cunt. I moaned as he did so.
Sir slapped my breasts again, and I noted that it hurt more lying down and asked him why. Sir explained it to me, relating it to the way a tattoo is more painful depending on the part of the body you get it on. It made a lot of sense.
I took another shot of tequila and then Sir told me to go change into my body stocking and meet him at the top of the stairs by the voyeur room. I did so and grinned as I walked back and saw Sir standing there waiting for me.
We went down together and sat in the back left corner on one of the couches. We played for a little bit, but I’d had too much tequila, so we ended up taking a break and getting some water first.
When we returned, Sir went to town. Splayed across his lap, Sir began spanking me. Fuck, it was wonderful. I love spankings! I love, love spankings when I’m simultaneously having my clit rubbed.
Sir positioned me on my knees on a pillow, facing the crowd, and began to tug on my nipples. He also slapped me again, and this time, I was prepared, offering the correct reactions to it, beaming for everyone to see just how much I was enjoying our play.
We were drawing a crowd… I could hear them.
One man said, “Wow! Looks like they’re putting on a show,” and another replied, “Yeah, I know them. They always put on a show.”
I laughed as I heard this, leaning in to kiss Sir as he pulled my hair, now my main form of movement.
Sir made me rub my face into his crotch over his pants, then his boxers, until finally I was able to lick his balls, eat his ass, and suck his cock.
I heard someone saying, “Oh my god,” in the crowd, and I giggled.
Sir stood above me and began to recreate a position we’d seen on Tumblr that we’d both loved and wanted to try. I leaned back and opened my mouth wide as Sir straddled my face. I could barely breathe as he ravaged my throat with his cock. His ass covered the rest of my face, and I fucking loved it – the degradation inherent in being smothered by his ass. He slid his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I gasped, spit dripping down my face every time he released me for some air.
Sir moved me to the bed and instructed me to lie down on my back with my head hanging off the edge so he could facefuck me. He did that for awhile and then made me turn around so that he could finger me. Holy fuck, Sir gets me to the edge so fast! I was writhing and squirming as Sir grinned and continued the torture, rubbing my G spot and watching my face.
I begged Sir again and again to allow me to cum, but he refused. I kept getting close and yelling, “I can’t! I can’t stop!” And Sir would look at me sternly and say, “You can and you will.” I struggled as he continued to keep me on the edge, not wanting to cum before he instructed me to.
Finally, Sir allowed me to cum and I could hear myself squirting. Sir brought me to orgasm again and again, and I flooded the bed with my juices. Even Sir expressed surprise at the amount I squirted this time – I had soaked the bed! He flicked it onto my face and I grimaced, hating the feeling of it against my skin, but knowing it was a reminder of my place. However Sir chose to show that to me was up to him, not me. I reveled in it.
As we finished, I turned to look up at the crowd. One guy came forward and said, “Wow. Well, if anyone else isn’t gonna do it, then I will” and started clapping. Hahahahahaha!!! That was glorious. We thanked him and laughed, heading back to the main area to catch our breath before playing again. Sir told me he wished he could find the guy so Sir could make me suck the man’s cock, but neither of us could really remember what he looked like.
Some guy came up to me while Sir was in the bathroom and started talking to me about the “show” – he said it was all anyone could talk about. I blushed and beamed with pride, knowing we’d caused such a commotion.
The guy said it wasn’t his thing, and I frowned (internally). He was actually kind of cute, but oh, well – no big deal. Sir and I chatted with him for a bit and then sat down and discussed finding a private room so Sir could fuck me. Unfortunately, all the private rooms were taken, but that’s okay. We ended up selecting a veiled semi-private area.
The couple across from us was doing rope play, Sir noted, and I sat up to watch them for a bit before we started playing. At some point, a guy walked up and started watching us from behind the veil and jerking off.
I wrapped my legs around Sir to pull him in closer, deeper. Fuck, he felt so good. Sir leaned over me to bite and suck on my neck, and I moaned. I watched Sir’s face as he fucked me, noting his eyes rolling back into his head. He was on the edge. And I fucking loved it. It was so hot.
The man nearby continued to watch us, peeking through the veil as he touched himself.
Sir instructed me to stroke the man’s cock. We moved closer to him so I could reach. I asked him if he wanted me to and he said yes, so I started to stroke his cock. I noted its size: smaller than what I’m used to, but thick. Thicker than most.
The man impressed me with his decorum. When he realized he was going to cum, he pulled away and announced it and that he was going to put on a condom. I was pleased with this respectful behavior and so was Sir. Once he put on the condom, I continued stroking him off until he had released. Sir kept fucking me until I came.
Sir instructed the man to spill the cum from his condom onto my chest and he did so. I watched as the remnants of his release began to meet my flesh, and trails of his cum dripped down between my breasts, to my belly button, down my sides…
I asked Sir where he was going to cum and he said he was going to coat my chest while I ate his asshole. I obeyed eagerly as Sir mounted my face and began to jerk off onto my chest. I felt his cum grace my skin and I moaned, loving the feeling of being coated by Sir’s Gift.
Sir looked down at me and demanded I rub the mixture of his cum and the other man’s into my flesh. I obeyed as he watched, pleased.
I went home covered in cum – just the way a night should end.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/60iljf/subs_perspective_a_night_at_the_club_mf_bdsm
Such a Good Girl.