brat4fun
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Joined: 4/27/2008 Status: offline
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I spent over four years happily hanging out at a swinger's club as a single woman. (This is not the right venue for a discussion about singles being swingers... Cmail me if you wanna talk about that.) I started attending the club when I belonged to my former Master. It was a long-distance relationship and he wanted a "safe" venue where I could be used by as many as possible. Check that.... he wanted me to be used by as many as possible... I wanted the safe venue for that. According to him, I was not allowed to say no to any man that wanted me. He was very into humiliation and mind-f***s... he would often tell me that I was nothing more that a walking set of f***holes and tits. I really did have a lot of fun at the club, and I met some great people, and had a lot of good sex. Had a lot of not so good sex, too, but for the most part enjoyed myself. My former Master was, when all was said and done, not the right man for me. I ended that relationship about three years ago. I took a much-needed break from the BDSM side of my life, but stayed very active in the swing club. For quite a while that's how I identified myself. I was a slut and pretty much all I was good for was sex. Even though the gentlemen (and ladies) at the swing club were obviously appreciative of me as a playmate, and genuinely liked me as a person, I felt pretty hollow. As if my welcome at the club would have been worn out if I didn't put out. That wasn't the case, but it's what it felt like. I took about a year off from the club as well.... I've only recently started going back. Since my return I've noticed that my pattern of behavior has shifted. I spend a lot more time downstairs socializing and only play with one or two gentleman/couples that I like. I no longer make myself available to just anyone. I was invited to a swinger's house party with a friend of mine. I pretty much ended up being "fresh meat" that night. Just sort of tossed to the wolves. I wasn't hurt at all, and I'm fairly certain that if I'd said no, they would have stopped, but I ended up being the center of attention for about 10 guys. I lost track of who was where and when.... the guy that brought me was watching the whole time. Physically, the sensations were not unpleasant. Emotionally, I was detached enough at the time to not be bothered all that much. It's not an experience that I'd care to repeat, though. It might be different if it were a situation set up by a man that I loved and trusted, rather that just a casual f***-buddy, but somehow I doubt it. I'm a slut. I'm happy with that. It's part of who I am. It is, however, only a part of me. I am not a piece of meat. I am also not some sexual predator, seeking out cock left, right and center. At this point in my life, I want a man who wants me all to himself. Perhaps one day I'd be ok with being shared with one or two of my Master's close friends for sex. Perhaps not. I don't think I could ever be part of a gang-bang again, though. Anne
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