Ever since my first real BDSM party, I couldn't wait to attend another. I had such an enjoyable time. The hosts made me feel so welcome, so relaxed, so much like friends I had known for years. I was dearly hoping they would have another, invite me and the other folks from Chastitybelt discussion list. Then a couple of months ago, there was the email, announcing another party was coming up.
I attended the first party with AB and immediately contacted him asking him if he was going to be able to go. He was unsure, but thought it was highly unlikely. I went out in search of folks I knew from the list. Finally, in my own backyard, I found Dirk (author of the CB FAQ) who said he was going to be able to attend.
During my first party, I was a little unsure what to do, how to do it, etc, so I never really got a chance to have a scene. I did get a chance to play a little bit before we finally left on Sunday afternoon, and it was after that I vowed if I was ever able to attend, I would try to arrange for a scene. When I accepted the invite, I asked the Hostess if she knew of anyone who might want to have a scene with me (a newbie). She said she would try to set one up.
The Hostess asked me what types of scene preference I had, and told her my priority would be: 1) tease & denial; 2) bondage; 3) exhibitionism; and 4) would be willing to negotiate. I offered the later as I would be attending in my chastitybelt (without a key) and that might make it difficult to do some types of scenes. Also, all of the toys I have would only work if I am out or my belt, so I would have to rely on my 'Dom for the day' for anything additional. A couple of days later, she emailed me and said she had a probable match. I couldn't wait for the party - I was truly hoping it would be a tease & denial scene.
I am somewhat voyeuristic and an exhibitionist and when the day came to leave Minneapolis for Washington DC, I was excited about what would happen at airport security. I had been locked into my Jones CB since my return from my winter vacation in Mexico 3 months ago, but had been granted regular sessions of relief by my mistress - Mrs. SuperA. I had read several accounts about previous airport stories and was secretly hoping something would happen.
Last year when I attended the party, I was locked in my Walter and both times (going from Minneapolis and returning via Baltimore) the whole thing was over in a minute. It was such a non-event. This year I was hoping for more. But alas, I was disappointed again.
When it was my turn to go though the metal detector, I emptied my pockets of keys, coins and my pocket knife. Of course, I set off the alarm. The guard asked what else I had that could be setting it off and I told him I was wearing a metal belt. He thought I was speaking of the one which held up my pants and instructed me to remove it and to go through the detector again.
After failing the second time, I explained to him, I was wearing a belt I couldn't take off, he instructed me to get in the other line to be 'hand wanded'. When the guard ran the hand wand up and down my body, he found places where there were concentrations of metal. He pushed and poked my back and sides and asked, "Is this it?". I answered yes. In a matter of seconds, I was free to go - another non-event.
I went to the gate to await Dirk's arrival. It was nearly boarding time before Dirk showed up. He seemed a bit flustered and I asked him what was the matter. He explained, he spent 10 minutes at the metal detection station not being able to pass because he kept setting off the detector. He almost was going to have to have a strip search unless he came up with a reason why not to. Since his is not as voyeuristic as I, he was a bit worried. Finally he remembered his steel-toed boots. The guard who was hand wanding him never went that low, but everytime he went through the automated detector, he set it off.
So, go figure. I, who wanted something to happen, had been denied and he (who had a legitimate metal object) was nearly strip searched. Oh well, we finally got to DC, rented our car and made to the party late Friday night.
We made a few introductions, talked to some folks, many of whom were already involved in scenes, so we just watched. There were 13 people from the CB list and I tried to meet them all. Although our conversations we brief, I was really impressed with one particular girl - Julia.
When I first saw her, she was standing alone dressed in nothing but her shiny chastitybelt. Since all of the belted folks attending (in the past) were all male, I was particularly drawn to her. She was quite pretty, and seemed kind of shy. I thought, this person would be someone I would like to play with since I really wasn't an 'expert' at this either. Maybe I could enter into a scene with her, but before I could gather my courage to talk it over with her, she disappeared. Was she the one who teasing me and denying me? Oh well, it was getting late and we had not checked into our motel yet, so we left.
The next morning Dirk & I arrived fairly early - that is - not too many folks were there yet. I went off in search of some folks to talk to, and perhaps find my Dom. I was eager for my scene to begin. After wandering through the dungeon, I came back upstairs to the living room to find someone who was hooded & laying on the floor in a laced & strapped up leather bodybag.
I am particularly fond of leather - I love the way it feels, the way it smells and the way one can be cinched up. I was immediately jealous. I thought, wow - is that ever cool. I've seen pictures of a leather bodybag on the web before, but never seen one up close. I knew there were several vendors at the party, so I went out in search of the leather vendor - to check it out. I couldn't find another bodybad so I went back upstairs.
I got there just in time to see what was going on. The person in the bodybag was being unhooded. It was Julia. I wondered was she still belted? How did she get into this situation? Dirk had been sitting there all this time, so I asked Dirk what was going on.
Dirk informed me, she had stayed up rather late last night and had been sleeping in the bed. Later she was put into the bodybag and then moved to the floor in the bedroom and now dragged out into the living room for all to see. My desire for bondage raged up inside me, wishing it was me inside that bag. How delightful it would have been to have been in a scene, gone into subspace and be placed into the bodybag to take a nap. Then to be woke up and finding myself secured in a leather bodybag with hood placed over me. Obviously her sense of sight was removed, but what about her hearing - did she have ear plugs too?
Without sight and sound and still being laced up tight, one might stay in subspace a long time. You could be rested from the previous scene, but it wouldn't take much to get you ever so deep again.
While I was fantasizing in my head, the party Host opened the zipper in the middle of bag exposing a beautifully shaven pussy and asked retorically 'what do we have here?' First he gently rubbed Julia's pussy for a couple minutes gradually awakening her. Then as he inserted his finger into to her and slowly messaged her, her moans became louder & louder. My cock, locked in its chastitybelt prison, became harder and harder, until it felt like it would burst out of my tube - but of course it never could. More and more he tantalized and teased this young maiden.
Finally, I could not stand to listen to the moans and see her starting thrash about in the bag - I had to leave. I went downstairs to the dungeon to watch other scenes taking place and to cool down. A while later I went back upstairs to find Julia in the Host's arms totally exhausted - he must have taken her to many heights. What a lucky girl she had been.
During those couple of days I witnessed many scenes, but none as hot has Julia in that bag. I was never able to 'hook up' with my Dom, so I never had my scene or so I thought. But on the plane home my mind was wandering. Was I in a twilight zone episode? Was that my scene? Was that what the Hostess had arranged for me - to be teased and denied?
Wow, you are truly a mistress.
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