Swinging Party And My First Strap-On

Shortly after my introduction to the London fetish scene I attended a swinger’s party.  I had spent the night with some new friends at a private party and it just seemed natural to continue the party somewhere else, so I accepted going to the after party.

 As soon as I crossed the door I realized this was no ordinary party.  The ambiance was so relaxed with people lying down drinking and talking on the sofas, couples kissing and caressing on tables and any other piece of furniture they could find available.  There were two bedrooms, both of them with King size beds with a tangle of arms and legs, bare butts and tits.  One of my friends, a porn star, went in the bedroom, took his clothes off and walked in the living room stark naked showing why he is considered such a star in the porn business.  Everybody seemed to be in a haze, minding their own business.  Tiredly I lay down on a sofa and a handsome painter brought me a drink while my slave “memoire de poisson” –who had come with me to the party-, gave me a foot massage.   

 At a point when I was waiting for the toilet a 6’ tall black man approached me asking me to make him my slave.  “Make me your slave madam, look at me I am black I was born to be a slave, humiliate me, use me, hit me” he said to me with a grave voice.  He was so big and tall that my first reaction was fear.  In a world of political correctness a black man was asking me to treat him as my slave because he was black!  After my initial surprise I slapped him hard and told him that a slave never approaches a Mistress that way.  He went down on his knees begging for forgiveness.  I slapped him again and ordered him to clean and prepare the toilet before I could use it.  He did as ordered and then disappeared for the night.  

Among that surrealistic picture I saw Joanna mischievously smiling at me.  She was holding something in her hands, and like she is always doing with me, she teased me to follow her and try on her new toy.   “What is this” I asked her.  “Your new toy my sister sinister” she answered with a naughty look.  “Close your eyes, stand up straight, open your legs and let me show you” she added.  I closed my eyes and felt her hands tying something around my waist, passing belts between my legs and tying the whole thing tightly. 

When I opened my eyes I couldn’t believe I had a strap-on fitted on me, ready to be used on whoever I fancied.  This was Joanna’s present, she knew that I had been wanting to wear one ever since we visited Floozie me.  I wasn’t ready at the time, but Joanna judged that I was ready now.  She wasn’t wrong, I felt a flush or heat invading me thinking about using my strap on.  It looked and felt great.  I turned round and found a timid girl who had been following me all night, admiring me, caressing me softly, just wanting to be near me.  I looked at her and on a whim ordered her to suck me.  She went on her knees and started sucking me, slowly at the start and steadily more vigorous.  I was so excited, I could hardly stand straight, she was now almost begging me to use it on her and I couldn’t wait to give it full use. 

Whatever happened after, will always remain between my strap-on and me…