Friday, October 21, 2005
Fit To Be Tied (Pt.4)
We're at the Citadel tonight for a bondage play party, and I was describing last time how D and I were watching a tall redhead getting the business from her partner. Red is a tall girl, with a lovely, curvaceous body and incredibly white skin. Those redheads! And her partner was rather fetching too, a strong-looking brunette dominatrix who seemed to know her stuff. We liked watching both of them, because they were really into it.
Which brings up an interesting thing about sex parties in general. The best entertainment, from the standpoint of both doing and watching, is when there is a connection between the players. That's what people respond to when they say, "Oh, it was really a hot scene to watch," or to be a part of. It can't just be about mindless fucking. There has to be some connection, emotionally, between the parties for it to rate the label, "hot sex." That's what these two women exuded as we watched them play. For all we know, they may not even be dating. They may only come here to play as a couple, and that's the extent of the involvement. You never know. And it wasn't a good time to ask them, either.
The dom took her flog, and trailed the tips of the cat-o-nines over the redhead's labia. Then she fastened clamps on the labia, and also to her nipples. Ouch, I'm thinking. This is a bit dicey for me to watch. I'm feeling a chill, yet the air down in the basement here is warm, quite warm. Apparently enough people yelled at the management to get them to crank up some heat. I had attended the Power Exchange back when they did the ladies "Wet Wednesdays," but the atmosphere was literally and figuratively cold. Very dark looking too, and rather industrial in tone. Maybe that's why hardly anyone was playing there on that night. Too damn cold.
What's the first thing you need for a sex party? Well, after you land the space to party, that is. You need HEAT. That should go without saying, and yet that is sometimes not the case.
Another scene draws our attention at the far end of the basement room. Several butches are playing with a middle-aged guy, who is getting humiliated right and left. The butch in charge is kind of interesting looking, dressed in jeans and workshirt, her short dark hair slicked back over her ears. She whips on a condom over the dildo she's wearing in a harness, and has the guy suck her off while the others watch. Nice! Having indulged in this little activity myself rather recently (sucking girlie cock that is, for the first time), I am really enjoying this part of the movie!
It seems the "doms," be they butch or femme, have brought their trainees along tonight. Almost every scene has someone hanging close to the dom, watching her, learning about how and where to hit someone where it won't hurt. D says I would be fun to practice on, since there are not many places on my body with enough padding to take a blow. Or two. My sinewy frame would indeed represent a challenge of sorts.
Speaking of blows and whips and whatnots, it was interesting to note how people arrive with their "baggage." Going to a dungeon raises a few questions, like, how do you get your gear through city streets without scaring the locals? Well, various transporting devices make appearances, like little suitcases on wheels, or large backpacks, containing all the bondage toys one could possibly need for an evening out. Several people also arrived with long leather quivers slung over their shoulders. Suddenly I am back to my youth, playing Robin Hood with my bow and arrows.
These guys and girls know how to pack! I want to speak with them before my next long trip.
TO BE CONTINUED
Which brings up an interesting thing about sex parties in general. The best entertainment, from the standpoint of both doing and watching, is when there is a connection between the players. That's what people respond to when they say, "Oh, it was really a hot scene to watch," or to be a part of. It can't just be about mindless fucking. There has to be some connection, emotionally, between the parties for it to rate the label, "hot sex." That's what these two women exuded as we watched them play. For all we know, they may not even be dating. They may only come here to play as a couple, and that's the extent of the involvement. You never know. And it wasn't a good time to ask them, either.
The dom took her flog, and trailed the tips of the cat-o-nines over the redhead's labia. Then she fastened clamps on the labia, and also to her nipples. Ouch, I'm thinking. This is a bit dicey for me to watch. I'm feeling a chill, yet the air down in the basement here is warm, quite warm. Apparently enough people yelled at the management to get them to crank up some heat. I had attended the Power Exchange back when they did the ladies "Wet Wednesdays," but the atmosphere was literally and figuratively cold. Very dark looking too, and rather industrial in tone. Maybe that's why hardly anyone was playing there on that night. Too damn cold.
What's the first thing you need for a sex party? Well, after you land the space to party, that is. You need HEAT. That should go without saying, and yet that is sometimes not the case.
Another scene draws our attention at the far end of the basement room. Several butches are playing with a middle-aged guy, who is getting humiliated right and left. The butch in charge is kind of interesting looking, dressed in jeans and workshirt, her short dark hair slicked back over her ears. She whips on a condom over the dildo she's wearing in a harness, and has the guy suck her off while the others watch. Nice! Having indulged in this little activity myself rather recently (sucking girlie cock that is, for the first time), I am really enjoying this part of the movie!
It seems the "doms," be they butch or femme, have brought their trainees along tonight. Almost every scene has someone hanging close to the dom, watching her, learning about how and where to hit someone where it won't hurt. D says I would be fun to practice on, since there are not many places on my body with enough padding to take a blow. Or two. My sinewy frame would indeed represent a challenge of sorts.
Speaking of blows and whips and whatnots, it was interesting to note how people arrive with their "baggage." Going to a dungeon raises a few questions, like, how do you get your gear through city streets without scaring the locals? Well, various transporting devices make appearances, like little suitcases on wheels, or large backpacks, containing all the bondage toys one could possibly need for an evening out. Several people also arrived with long leather quivers slung over their shoulders. Suddenly I am back to my youth, playing Robin Hood with my bow and arrows.
These guys and girls know how to pack! I want to speak with them before my next long trip.
TO BE CONTINUED
