I got asked what was my most submissive sex story, and it ho..
🕑 Added 2020-06-04 04:28:32 +0000 UTC
I got asked what was my most submissive sex story, and it honestly took me quite a while to narrow down a story but I think this may be my favourite.
I’ve dabbled in kink since I was 18. I don’t quite know what it is, but vanilla sex was never a chapter in my life. The fumbling-with-the-lights-off sex never quite fulfilled me. Now that years have passed and my experiences have ranged so wide on a spectrum of domme and submissive experiences, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m quite the switch. While I love to domme, admittedly I may be a better slut than disciplinary. ;) I've always relished having eyes on me, and early on in my relationships I realized that sometimes just having my partner wasn’t enough.
In the metropolitan city I live in, the opportunities for kinky events and connections are pretty vast. We have huge user-based apps like Tinder and Feeld, sex clubs around the city, and online networks like FetLife. Once you have a foot in the community, you begin to see the same people and that naturally led to being invited to more private events. Through these connections early on, I found myself (and my male partner) at one of these parties with a very specific theme: Clothed Male, Naked Female.
CMNF. The rules were simple, men in suits in formal attire and women...well naked! Okay, maybe not completely naked. Upon arrival I found myself surrounded by women decked out in chic garters and stockings, carefully adorned with chains or body jewels. What can I say, women will dress up even when naked. Now, let me tell you about this space! (Unfortunately now defunct and no longer around.) This was the ultimate dungeon space. From hanging cages to standing crosses, hot tub and tanning roof top deck and even a full make-shift medical room. Looking back, there was no way everything WASN’T custom-made by some deviant mind. We obviously like to stay busy. ;)
(Side note: The dungeon master is a huge Star Wars geek so asides from the many pieces of bondage furniture the space was scattered with Stars Wars memorabilia like storm trooper figurines and a model Millennial Falcon hanging from the ceiling [among the chains and tie-anchors]. I could spend an entire post describing this place!)
This is one of my earliest kink events when I moved back to the city, I was eager to make an impression and man, did I know how to leave one. Lucky for me, my girlfriend was catering this event (yes, naked caterer!) so I was happy to keep busy for the first part to calm my nerves. I arrived with my partner and was quick to get dressed down. With my hair done in looses curls and my make-up perfect and waterproof (I knew what I was getting myself into ;)), I stripped down to nothing but my black strappy garters and matching black thigh high stockings. Around my neck was a simple black collar, waiting for a leash but the night was still younng. The best part about a CMNF party? I love to shamelessly flaunt my perky yet huge tits.
These parties, I’ve always found myself thriving socially and soaking up the attention. How often can I really just tease a man with my tits out in the open for a full gaze, knowing full well he’s hoping for the chance to get even a quick feel if he’s lucky. So I go about this party between introducing myself and serving drinks and hor d’oeuvres to the many couples and single women, feeling all eyes on me and quickly dropping their gaze to my luscious tits in front of them. I could swear I could see their hands (okay maybe their cocks) twitch for me. ;)
In the main room was a large table, equipped at both ends to secure a person and underneath was a spacious caged area. (I’m 5’1, everything is spacious.) It was a TINY white wine spill that landed me on that table, but between you and I, I think they were LOOKING for reason. ;) There wasn’t much resistance, how could I when I’m being whisked away and secured to a table by both my dom and the dungeon master.
And that’s how I found myself tied to the top of this table-cage, each wrist and ankle tightly secured to each corner. I don’t think I’ve ever been more exposed and vulnerable than this point in my life. Being strapped to this table face-up and spread-eagle, my pussy glistening with wetness in front of a crowd of 2 dozen strangers with all eyes on me. This was one way to force myself into getting comfortable with the kink scene.
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