Girl on the Net

Ever been to a BDSM party? This week’s guest blogger – Jess – has. And she’s going to tell you about a pretty hot sex/BDSM party, which involved rope, the cane, and a shuddering exhibitionist orgasm.

This post is based on a true story, but names have been changed for anonymity. If you think you recognise anyone in this story (or any guest blogs) please keep it to yourself.

Filthy BDSM exhibitionism

“Jess, come here. Now.”

He’s extending an arm towards me, beckoning. He has that wonderful look in his eye that he gets when he has an idea – and when he’s giving me an order that I shouldn’t ignore. And he’s smiling.

I politely disengage from the conversation I am having and disentangle myself from the other partygoers on the bed. We’re in his bedroom; it’s one of his famed house parties. There are at least 30 or so people squeezed in here, talking, laughing, drinking, discussing, debating, and in various states of casual undress. The bed on which we are lounging has been pushed sideways against the wall to create room for as many people as possible. People are on the floor on cushions, pillows, or on the spare mattress placed just in front of the bed. People I know, people I don’t. People I’ve fucked, people I haven’t. People I might want to fuck. It’s late, but the party hasn’t quite gotten started yet. People are still wandering in and out of the various rooms in the house – but there some people hanging out in this room in particular. Because they know what happens here.

I manage to extract myself from the bed and pick my way through the people on the floor, somehow without knocking anyone’s drinks out of their hands, and I stand in front of Nick. He grins, grips a fistful of my hair and pulls my head backwards and down, kissing me hard. Then he turns me and catches my slim wrists behind my back with one strong hand, knocking me off balance and backwards into him. He wraps his other arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him and his hand moves up and squeezes one of my tits hard. He gently bites my earlobe and asks me if I’m ready. My cunt twitches in response and I smile. Of course I am. I’m always ready.

Nick produces a length of rope and instructs me to hold my arms straight out and together behind my back. I comply. He turns me so that I’m facing everyone and begins tying my arms together skilfully and quickly, beginning with my wrists. A few people stop talking and start watching – interested in what’s going on, and with a look of satisfaction and excitement in their eyes that finally this party is going in the right direction. People shuffle out of the way on the floor to give us some more room. I’m being pulled around by Nick, he adjusts my arms and my posture, and deftly loops and ties rope tightly around my wrists, my forearms, my upper arms, my shoulders, my waist, my chest.

Kat appears out of nowhere and lightly skips between everyone towards me, all smiles and excitement. She’s wearing a corset and skirt like I am, but she’s much smaller than me – I have to lean down to kiss her and when she wraps her arms around me she need only dip her head slightly to bury her beautiful face in my cleavage.

“What are we going to do with this little slut?” she says to Nick, as she admires his rope work and grabs at my ass. He kisses her too, and stops briefly to run one hand over her perfectly formed curves. “I don’t know”, he says, as he yanks hard on the rope, forcing me to gasp and stumble backwards again, “what do you think these people want to see?” Kat stands in front of me with her delicate hands on my waist – I look down into her beautiful eyes and I watch her smile wickedly as she makes a decision. “Let’s make this slut come.”

“Get on your knees.” Nick gestures towards the St Andrews cross in the bay window and before I stop to think, I do as I’m told. I kneel just in front of it, facing the party that has now become my audience. I am… apprehensive. I am very happy to be tied up when we have these parties – happier than anyone. Nick gets to show off his exquisite rope skills and to enjoy restraining a willing volunteer, and I so deeply enjoy the sensation of being restricted and helpless. I feel comfortable here and I like the attention. People always watch and smile and ask me how it feels, or ask Nick some technical question about rope bondage, and some are waiting for their turn. And at these parties, someone is usually the canary. They go first, they step the party into the kinky promise which has been hanging in the air untested. On watching what happens, people see that this is okay and acceptable and fun and very much encouraged. So now that somebody has gone first, they know that they can start picking up the various things strategically placed around the room and playing with each other too – bundles of rope, different sized hand cuffs and leather restraints, paddles and floggers and canes. But as much as I enjoy it every time – as much as I am left glowing and happy and with soaking wet knickers, this is a line we haven’t crossed before. They’re going to make me come in front of everyone. And I’m somewhere between embarrassed and so dizzyingly turned on that I can’t see properly and my clit aches at the thought.

Nick hands a leather cuff to Kat and they wrap them around my ankles tightly, locking them in place with tiny padlocks – as if I could even try to remove them with my arms bound behind me like this. But for Nick, the detail is important. He produces a spreader bar and locks my ankles to either end, forcing me to kneel with my legs wide apart. But that won’t necessarily keep me kneeling right down. So he begins tying more rope around my thighs and shins, connecting the rope to the restraints I already have so that I am trussed up, utterly helpless and vulnerable, and powerless to stop Nick and Kat from doing exactly what they want with me in front of this crowd. Finally, Nick takes my arms and pulls them up behind me – and ties the rope up high to the St Andrew’s cross. Now I’m balanced on my knees, partly suspended by my arms and totally helpless. My knees are starting to protest, everything is tight and unforgiving and uncomfortable.

I’m acutely aware that people are watching. The conversation has quietened down – people are still talking but it’s muted as they are dividing their attention unsuccessfully between chatting and watching me. Nick slips a blindfold over my eyes and asks me gently if I’m okay. I nod and smile – I’m nervous but I want to carry on with this. He kisses me hard. Then I jump slightly as I hear the unmistakable sudden loud buzz of a wand vibrator, my eyes widening behind my blindfold. It’s coming from my left, from where Kat was sitting. Nick, kneeling on my right, grips my hair again and reminds me of the golden rule. I still have to ask before I will be allowed to come.

At the sound of the buzzing, the room becomes even quieter, as people start to abandon their conversations and focus on watching. Nobody involves themselves in the scene, they know they are only there to watch and enjoy my delicious torture. Kat reaches between my legs and cups my cunt in her hand, feeling my wetness soaking through my knickers and lace tights already. “She’s so wet, Nick.” she says, gleefully, and oh, too loudly. She starts to tease my cunt with the wand and I stifle a moan. Nick pushes his fingers into my mouth to keep me quiet and spanks my ass hard with his other hand. I’m grateful for his fingers, something to wrap my lips around to keep me from gasping too loudly.

“I’m going to give you something else to distract you,” he says, and I feel the unmistakable sensation of a cane being stroked against my ass. He can’t beat me with it as hard as he usually would, there isn’t the room – but he doesn’t need much room to cause me to yelp with pain as he starts caning me swiftly and skilfully. Not only am I going to come in front of everyone, I’m going to be beaten too.

I can’t help the sounds I’m making now – I’m gasping with pain at every cane stroke and moaning whenever Nick pauses for a few moments for Kat to push the wand hard against my clit. As soon as she feels me start to automatically push down against it, she moves it away and Nick continues whipping me with the cane. They work together over agonizing minutes to bring me closer to orgasm, and closer to breaking point with the cane. I’m still not sure if I want to come in front of everyone – but by this point I have no choice. I don’t care who’s watching any more, all I can feel is the intense vibration against my clit, threatening to tear an orgasm out of me whether I want to come or not – my wrists and arms and shoulders pulling against the ropes, my knees grinding into the carpet and the sting of the cane against my ass over and over again. And before I’ve even fully realised how close I am – I’m suddenly desperate and panting and moaning loudly and I don’t care who can hear me and I have to ask Nick.

“Please. Oh fuck please, can I? Please… please…”

“You shouldn’t be asking me. Ask Kat.”

I twist my head blindly in her direction and ask her just as desperately, begging her to let me come because I am not sure I can stop myself for much longer… but as their well-trained sub, I now find that I need one of them to say yes before I can tip over the edge.

I can hear the delighted smile in her voice. “Yes, slut. Come for us. Now.”

I finally, gratefully, give in and my jaw goes slack, Nick’s fingers fall out of my mouth and I grind desperately against the wand – and the first crashing waves rip through me with force. My cunt clenches and spasms and I shudder uncontrollably against my restraints, gasping and moaning and shouting.

I didn’t know I was quite such a filthy exhibitionist until it happened. And now I’m eagerly looking forward to what they’ll do to me at the next party.