We sat in the car for a solid 15 minutes staring at the neon “Open” sign. My heartbeat seemed to ricochet between my feet and my brain. I knew that once we were in the building, it would be a whole other world.
For months, we had been talking on and off about going to our local swingers club. And we were finally sitting in the parking lot bantering back and forth waiting for one of us to get up the courage to say “Okay, lets go”. We knew that the hardest part would be walking through the front door; and eventually decided that we would just go in and check it out and if we were uncomfortable, we would just leave and go somewhere else.
So we crossed over the threshold and the door swung closed behind us. I pulled myself tighter into the arm of my Sir, tucking every part of my face except my eyes behind his shoulder and scanning the lobby for anyone who might know me or my life outside the door. Finding no one, I relaxed a little. We checked in with the front desk, placed our items in our locker, swapped my day collar for my play collar, and were toured around by a very sweet and wonderful gentleman who concluded our walk-around with “Just sit back, relax, and watch the circus.”
With his words of wisdom, we sat down at the bar (which was great because it’s BYOB, so they already knew what we wanted); and watched the night unfold. I was genuinely surprised at the array of people who attended. There were people of all backgrounds, body types, and dynamics. When we stepped out for my first cigarette of the night, we met a very nice couple who were also relatively new. It was a good icebreaker to speak with someone who was still a little nervous.
As the night went on, we settled into the world beyond the door and forgot about our vanilla life. My Sir asked me how I was feeling and I told him I was feeling good. So he told me to take off my leggings. And I felt my very first drop into subspace.
It was like floating just below the surface of reality. I felt my submission bubbling up into my brain. I wanted nothing more than to follow any command that Sir would have given me, or to curl up at his feet until he needed me. Yet there was an air of confidence that flooded me. I walked with my head higher, my shoulders back, and with purpose in each step.
The more comfortable I got, the more clothes came off, and the more submission seeped into my personality. Sir walked me around with his hand at the small of my back; occasionally patting, rubbing, or spanking me. I felt stronger than ever and more like myself.
We watched the St. Andrews cross as a few of the women were flogged and played in the exhibition rooms. But it wasn’t until we went into the private play rooms that I went full fledged submission. The intense stimulation from all of the people and all of the noise was a feast for my brain.
We walked passed a room with the door open and the chain across the opening, letting people watch but not join. And as we passed, Sir heard someone say “Wow, I like her ass!” So he turned me around and led me back, parading me in front of the witnesses. I faced him as the woman who called after us touched and felt me from behind. She unlatched the separation chain and invited us in with her male partner and another couple.
Immediately, I was washed in a sea of hands and mouths and questions of, “Can I touch here” or “Is this okay?” There was continuous check-in for consent. And I lost myself in the moment and the feeling of desire. The woman who invited us in dropped to her knees as I laid back on the bed. She took control gently, almost in a mommy-dom sort of way. Like she took my submission by the hand and led me into a meadow of sweet release. My Sir watched as she devoured me, and interacted intermittently; letting me suck and touch him as I pleased.
She called me kitten and I soared above myself, almost watching from the outside. I released into orgasm and let out a primal growl. One that I didn’t even know I could make. It echoed around the room, around the open space above the rooms; mixing with the moans of the others.
She and the other female worked me over until they were so inclined to give me some space to breathe. I sat up and came down a little. The Mommy-dom was leaned down to suck on her partner and they invited me to play with them. I bent down and lapped at the cup of her pussy. I could feel her moan in my tongue.
I stood up and leaned against the wall. And like vampires the women came back to me, pinning me to the wall by my shoulders. My Master was seated directly in front of me on the edge of the bed. And as the girls touched and licked and fingered me, the whole world disappeared except for him. My beautiful, dominant, gentle Master became the only clear vision in the middle of the swirling world of stimulation. He held himself tall and strong, a God among men.
The women finished playing just before I would have collapsed; and I leaned on My Master, who held most of my weight. He led me back to our locker, I dressed, we thanked the hosts at the front desk, and we climbed in the car.
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