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Ladies Night
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Subject: Ladies Night
Jahwar got it good last night *smile*
it began innocently enough, with me sitting her at my keyboard, catching up
on some email. suffice it to say, two people i've been playing with
virtually were impressed by how i handled them. i was feeling very pleased
with myself, and _definitely_ in a toppish mood, so i hopped in my fire red
Trans Am and flew down to the Baltimunch.
I was wearing jeans and a sparkling red and black plaid shirt that i can
only describe as 'LL Bean tries high fashion and fails':-) i had my black
hankie in my left rear pocket, and something very heavy in my left front
pocket. plus a few odds and ends.
I said hello to everybody, because Everybody got there before i did,
including Jahwar, which was slightly surprising. he was sitting at the
table, we said hello, hugged and kissed, i took a seat next to him, and
asked if he had his collar.
of course he did. (but we go through this little ritual every time. we
like it. it's our way of making the transition to scene space.) this was
the first time i put the collar on him in public, so it lacked the
sweetness it usually had, but it made up for it in power, for out of the
corner of my eye i could see some fascinated eyes watching us. yes, the
ladies were acutely interested in my fucktoy.
after putting the collar on him i clipped the leash onto it, and holding in
my hands started talking to other people. Jahwar's Friend and I exchanged
cryptic and tantalyzing remarks (he really wonders what we've got in store
for him, but he didn't find out last night:-)
then, having established with her that she was not going to make use of him
that evening, i took the chain out of my pocket, wrapped it around his
ankle, and clipped it to the chair leg.
let me digress a bit. the New No Da Ji has an upper room, one wall of
which is open and overlooks the lower floor. the space is protected by
black iron bars running from floor to ceiling, so that it looks like a cage
done in art deco style with dark teal walls. we were fully occupying the
room, with harried waiters going in and out. (Baltimunches are chaotic,
but they make good tips:-)
so there was really nobody to see Jahwar chained to his chair - except the
other kinky people. who of course enjoyed it. especially the ladies.
i smoozed around a bit, making a complete circuit of the table, Jahwar
watching me as I flirted with various males and females, and eventually
ended up back at my seat and ate my food. then Little Sister came over and
asked me some questions. we sat on the steps at the top of the stairs, got
run over, and stood up. we discovered that with one of us on each side, we
could fondle the men as they went downstairs. interestingly enough, the
only person who objected to this and who dodged our molestations was the
male who is routinely guilty of such behavior himself. well, okay, justice
declined, but he was being his usual anst ridden self incapable of
pleasure, so we expected that:-)
anyhow, Little Sister and i talked. she told me about a friend who wants
to bottom to her, and she wasn't real sure about this top stuff, and wanted
advice. naturally, i gave it:-) in fact, since Little Sister is one of
those people Jahwar likes and trusts, I told her she could practice on
Jahwar. she thought that sounded like fun. she was a little worried about
hurting him, and i reassurred her that he was a very durable bottom, she
couldn't really hurt him, and that it was better for her to practice on a
live target so that she would have a better idea what to do when she was
working on her bottom. she agreed.
Jahwar has a fantasy about being topped by several beautiful women at once.
Having aquird Little Sister to top him, I set about acquiring more. One
turned me down because she had other plans, but Copper Nymph readily
agreed. An experienced person in the scene, she had never flogged anybody,
so she was willing to learn.
i then told Jahwar i was going to use him to train two new tops, and he
eeped. ('eep' means he's scared and eager.)
eventually the party transferred from the restaurant to the Game Room. I
made Jahwar carry my _heavy_ toy bag (it's good psychological domination to
make the slave carry that toys that will be used to torment him, and wonder
why the bag is so _heavy_:-)
The Owner of the Game Room laid down the rules: 'As long as niether the
police nor the fire department shows up in an official capacity, i don't
care what you do."
but he does, he ruled out hot wax because of the fire hazard posed by the
candles. sigh.
i took Jahwar upstairs and stripped his silk shirt off. i put the black
leather cuffs on his wrists and joined them with a short chair. we
wandered a bit, and met Little Sister on the stairs. she admired his
shirtless body, for he is slim and muscular. i offered to show her the
rest. "Maybe later," she said.
not 'maybe', 'definitely':-)
we collected Copper Nymph, and moved to the Game Room. The Owner kindly
installed a screw eye at the height i requested. i hung jahwar's hands
from the hook, and forced him to kneel. i gave basic instruction in
flogging to Little Sister and Copper Nymph, and Copper Nymph began to very
gently tap him.
i reassured her that she could hit harder than that, so she hit a little
harder. he turned a rosy pink quite rapidly, and she liked the color, but
worried some more. again i reassured her that he colored easily and she
did not need to worry about it, she could hit him harder.
eventually she built up to enough power that his muscles started twitching
when she hit. she liked that, and continued trying to get the effect. his
muscles bulged with tension, and each and every one of them stood out with
excellent definition. she decided she _really_ liked that. she hit him
harder and harder, turning his back purple, and bringing him close to
safeword. when his back ressembled hamburger, i called a hot and checked
him.
"Time to switch to a new target," I said, and dropped his pants.
He was wearing nothing but a black leather g string underneath. jaws
dropped. attention was riveted upon our scene. Jahwar has a superb set of
legs. From the waist down he is hard muscled, the muscles clearly defined,
and the g string covered covered none of his backside. Yes, the ladies
were happy:-)
Now let me digress a bit and weave another strand into the scene.
Little Sister took turns with Copper Nymph in the beginning, trying out her
new cat, and experiencing the fun of hitting somebody. she did like it,
but she never got over her fear of hurting him, so she dropped out. i
flogged him a little myself, but Copper Nymph was having so much fun, I got
out of her way and let her play.
But at the point Jahwar's pants hit the floor, Little Sister was back. The
little minx slid right between him and the wall, and watched his face while
Copper Nymph thrashed his sore back, and his previously untouched derriere.
She expressed her approval of the black g string and red collar combination.
obligigly i pulled out a couple of clothespins and applied them to his
nipples, and showed her what she could do with them. she had great fun
tormenting his tips while Copper Nympth flogged his back. Jahwar zoned
out, unaware of the lashes falling upon his hamburger flesh. Little Sister
nformed Copper Nymph that if she hit her, she was going to punish Jahwr.
the room laughed, and Jahwar gritted his teeth for now he had a new duty:
He had to be sure he was catching the strikes to shield Little Sister.
that was a new dimension to flogging which he had never experienced
before:-)
Copper Nymph joined us in the huddle, and suggested putting clothespins
around his nipples instead of on them. so we did that. normally a very
quiet bottom, Jahwar made some noise then. Copper Nymph flogged him again,
and Little Sister and I got out of the way, because Copper Nymph is a nasty
top: she deliberately delivered wrap around blows that welted his ribs and
thrashed the clothespins. he noticed that.
his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. i watched carefully, and when i
saw that he was not coming out of the trembling i called the scene to a
halt, released him, and took him to the floor before he fell down. i
wrapped him in his silk jacket, and cradled him in my arms until he came
back to normal space.
after a bit he was okay and got dressed, and Copper Nymph expressed her
appreciation of the deerskin cat. i offered to use it on her. she
accepted. i asked her if there was anything i needed to know to scene with
her. she said no. we reaffirmed safeword.
she stripped down to her panties, and we tied her hands to the hook. i
worked her lightly with the deerskin, then harder, but she said,
"Mmmmmmmm." i gave her some more whip kisses, then switched to the nasty
little purple cat: all sting, no thud. half a dozen lashes with that and
she went limp, safeworded, and hung slackly from her bonds.
I checked her back, Jahwar checked her hands. from having scened with her
before he knew that she had circulation problems. her hands were blue and
cold. we released them immediately, and held them until they were normal
color and temperature, which was only a moment. (when she went slack in
the bonds was when circulation was cut off). I got her some water, she
pulled herself together, and the three of us: Jahwar, Copper Nymph, and
myself stood with our arms around each other.
And the silliness began:-)
"A bevy of battered bottoms," I remarked.
"A trio of tantalyzing tops," Jahwar replied.
The room dissolved into a cacaphony of counting comments as everyone
offered up a comparable expression, or refined a preexisting expression.
Such silly people:-)
Other things happened, but I didn't see much of them as I was busy. I had
set the theme of Flogging 101, so another top pulled up his bottom's blue
skirt, exposing her black stockings and garter belt, and began offering
instruction to the other side of the room. lots of people thrashed her,
with lots of different kinds of cats, whips, and floggers, and she screamed
prettily. Black Garters went through various states of undress, and
whenever i saw her she was either catching her breath having just finished
a flogging, or was getting her hide tanned. i'm afraid i didn't see much
of her beyong her scarlet derriere.
The electric toy probed an amusing diversion. Boom Boom actually got brave
enough to try it on her breast. i don't know what she thought of it.
several people tried it on their hands. as a torture device it's pretty
wimpy, but it seems to make a good party game.
Jahwar and i packed up and left then, and went back to his hotel room. It
was rather strange to feel like i was in a bad hollywood movie: Bachelor
lures woman to an assignation at a cheap hotel..... i must confess, it's
the first time i've ever gone to a cheap hotel with a man for the purpose
of having sex. Does that cost me a purity point? (and i have so few left
to lose:-)
what we did there i will not tell you - but we didn't do hot wax! i lost
my lighter and had no way to light the candle. *gnash* gnash* gnash*
s'okay, i improvised. clothespins are always a faithful standby:-)
not to mention, piercings and bondage and other real intimate stuff that
i'll tease you with but won't tell you about:-)
corsair
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