Fetish Phone Sex

One of the sex parties I went to last year, I was treated as a BDSM phone sex toy, not a woman. Was I resentful? Did I cry? HELL NO! I loved it! Let me tell you the story.

The rules at sex parties is for near nudity or nudity, women wearing sexy lingerie, the men wearing silk boxers or kinky-wear. Plenty just walk around naked, especially after the first hour or so watching others have sex. Happily, alcohol and drugs are not an integral part of these parties; it’s much better to be completely sober as we play. I like to wear a corset… tight… with my breasts spilling out the top, nipples barely showing, but just enough to see they are right there. The one I wore this night was fuchsia… a lovely hot pink that highlighted my sweet pink lips (you know which ones I mean, right?). I also wore thigh-high stockings and 5-inch spike heels. This house had wood floors so I clanked across it everywhere I walked. It’s hard to walk in heels on carpet; I welcomed the smooth floors.

After introductions, folks wandered off to the smaller rooms, someone jumping right into the swing to fuck while moving back and forth. She was a lovely, small woman with long brown hair. I watched for a few minutes and loved her hair flowing over her shoulders as she moved with the man in front of her. He looked like he was enjoying himself, too!

I came to a room with a St. Andrew’s Cross and thought, “Now that looks like fun!” A naked gentleman came up behind me, without touching (as per the rules) and asked, “Would you like to give that a try?” I couldn’t stop looking at the cross and emphatically nodded my “Yes!” He asked if he could touch me and I turned to look at him… oh, what a sweet man he was! Very polite, wearing glasses and with a delicious hard-on already. I gave him my hand to express my approval for him touching me and he led me to the Cross.

Not knowing where to start, I let him lead the way. He kneeled down and began by removing my shoes. Looking up, he said, “You’ll be pretty uncomfortable for awhile. Best to get you off these heels.” I thanked him with my nod. He began telling me the cross was a BDSM tool for pleasure… the pleasure of the one on the cross and the one working with the person strapped down. Sounded good to me!

Gently, he pushed me up against the cross and said, “I’m going to restrain you now” and I nodded, saying a squeaky “Okay.” The cross was cold against my back, but the metal restraints were even colder! I could feel my nipples get hard under my corset. “Hmmm,” the man said. “I think I’d rather see you naked. Are you okay with that?” I said a quiet “Yes” and he turned me around, pushing my hands up onto the cross and started unlacing my corset. I could feel the relief as the strings loosened; could feel my breasts being freed from their confines. Once he’d removed my corset, and gave it to a woman watching for safekeeping, he said, “Now your panties” as he slid them down my legs. I lifted one bare foot and then the other for him to get them off. He laughed and said, “Wet already? You don’t know wet yet!”

Finally, he felt I was ready to be tied down and he turned me front facing and used the straps and buckles on my wrists and ankles. He also put a wide leather strap around my waist, making movement very difficult for me. I heard him chuckling as he tied me down, saying softly, “I am going to give you what you want, slut.” I was shocked at his change in attitude, but have to say, I got very wet as he talked to me!

I watched as the man opened a leather packet and swooned as I saw what was inside: a long feather, a small crop, nipple clamps, a TENS unit, a Wartenberg Wheel and a few other things I couldn’t quite see. I knew I was in for some fun! He saw me looking at his tools and he said, “You won’t get all of these things, slut… because I intend to fuck you, too.” Oh, my god! I hadn’t thought of how vulnerable I was to being sexually used, too! I’d just thought about the BDSM aspects (which doesn’t always have sex involved). I was going to have sex, though, and that sent shivers through me.

Do you want to hear more? Call me at 1 888 8 FREAKY for some BDSM phone sex talk and I will tell you the rest of the story!

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