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MrPleasureNPain -> The Initiation - Part One (7/28/2009 9:06:12 AM)
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The Initiation
A warm summer day in Hanau, West Germany, 1985.
I was told I had a phone call and when I went to the CQ desk it was my German girlfriend, Amy. She asked me if I wanted to go to a private party that night. It was in Wurzburg and it was a special party. It was to be an initiation for a new female member of a BDSM group.
I had developed an interest in Ds in my senior year in high school. In a reaction to the absurd rules and regulations in place in school at the time I began voraciously reading erotica of all sorts. It was mostly Grove Press stuff, Lady Chatterly's Lover, lots of Henry Miller. Then I stumbled upon the Story of O. That was all she wrote. I found the story of the training and use of the lovely O so incredibly exciting I knew this was where my future lie.
Now this being the 'Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice' period of sexual liberation in western Massachusetts, it wasn't that hard to find some willing playmates equally interested in exploring the synergies possible in BDSM. But it was essentially light play. Somewhat clumsy explorations on the fringes of Ds land, and little more.
But this should be interesting. Germany was a land of contrasts. Long, dark dresses on the ladies in the Bavarian winter but full frontal nudity on television. Strict standards of behavior and conduct but the married ladies took off their wedding rings and almost anything went during Fasching, the pre-Lenten German carnival.
And I knew from a quick perusal of the German news stands and bookstores that pretty much anything went as far as name your fetish was concerned. The German Ds scene was wild, open, accessible, real, up close and personal...and at least in the mid 1980's thankfully without the online Ds game-playing endemic to the US scene.
I knew Amy had a kinky side. One day we were walking along a riverside on a beautiful summer day when she grabbed my hand, dragged me up an almost hidden trail farther into the woods and then dropped to the ground and demanded that I take her there....anally. So here I was taking Amy from behind, pile driving my cock into her tight little asshole, using her hair like the reins of a horse and sounding like a grizzly bear with a deep sub-woofer like growl when I came...hard.
Yes, this party was going to be interesting. It went without saying that without Amy's presence, there was no way an American, an "Ami' in German slang, would be allowed in. We showed up at this very nice home in an obviously upscale neighborhood 15 minutes after the scheduled start time.The houses were large, wide and flat, on only on or two split levels.
I noticed right away that the cars parked in the area were not cheap. Top of the line Mercedes and Beemers mostly. As we walked in we found ourselves in a huge foyer, as big as many great rooms I've seen. There were three low marble coffee table like things with pillows on them and many towels strewn about.
The host came out and in rapid fire German said that everybody had to get nude, totally nude. Purses, wallets and other valuables were locked away and guarded.
I didn't expect to HAVE to get nude but figured 'when in Rome' and stripped down.
Next the ladies, and there were some VERY nice ladies there, were asked to lie down on the pillows on the coffee tables. Amy was one of them. Towels were carefully slid under their butts and I knew the fun was about to begin. For each lady two guys gently lifted and spread their legs and these three other guys came out with something in their hands.
I didn't even know what they were called back then. I've since learned that they were pastry bags. And they were filled with half formed lime green jello. Sliding the nozzle into each lady's pussy, the guys began to squeeze the chilly substance into each pussy. The ladies squealed and wiggled. The pastry bags were removed and the ladies were told to hold onto the jello. 'Easy for you to say' Amy replied.
Suddenly, very quickly 6 guys ran out. Each had a straw in their mouth. 'Got it' I thought. Yep. They paired off 2 guys to a lady and inserted the straws into the pussies...and began to suck. The reaction was wild. One lady started laughing..and shaking...and cumming......all at the same time. Amy just squealed her pleasure. The third was cumming hard over and over..like a machine gun. What a great way to break the ice, I thought. And we all went inside.
The guest of honor lay before us. She was gorgeous. Apparently the wife of a current male member of the club. She looked like a young Elke Sommer and had a great body and a beautiful pussy with the kind of pussy lips that lie spread open like the wings of an angel. I could clearly see those pussy lips because she was layed out and strapped down to an OB-Gyn table, with her feet up in stirrups. I immediately nicknamed her 'Angel'.
Around her a crowd stood, maybe 3-4 guys, 3-4 ladies. And every one of them was either massaging the initiate, feeling her up, pinching nipples, rubbing her clit, sucking on something, or generally enjoying the helplessly bound feast that lie before them. It was fun to watch, especially as Angel was absolutely forbidden to cum. Every time she would get close she would ask permission to cum and it would be denied. The crowd would momentarily stop, then start all over again.
Angel's heat and frustration were obvious. She strained against the leather straps, her chest was flushed, her breathing was labored. Amy said something in German to the lady next to her and some lubricant was passed to me. I rubbed it generously over my right hand and starred at those pussy lips. I was going in. I was going to try to fist Angel. Obviously a physical and cultural exchange of critical importance.
'Say Ahh' I said, and inserted 2 fingers into her. She was tight but soaking wet and I began to work more fingers in as Angel began to arch her back off the table. But at that point, just as I was really beginning to enjoy the party, the host appeared and we all had to stop. He was dressed in a Dr Feelgood getup. Nude but for a medical mask, a speculum, and an enema kit.
Announcing his intentions, he proceeded to inset the enema nozzle in Angel's lovely ass, released the clamp holding the fluid and slowly controlled its filling of Angel's bowels. We watched as Angel's stomach actually started to expand. She was taking a very heavy load. Bag empty, Dr Feelgood inserted a sturdy butt plug, and admonished Angel not to spill a drop. Angel was in a bad way, groaning under the pressure in her innards.
He then inserted the speculum into Angel's cunt, slowly spread her wide open and peered into her with the aid of a penlight flashlight. The flashlight was passed around and we were all invited to take an up close and personal look at Angel's most private parts. It was fun. Informative even.
Then it was time. the crowd was allowed to have at it with Angel again, but only from the waist up. The rest, for now, belonged to DR Feelgood. She was told to be sure NOT to cum without permission. He pulled out what looked like an over sized pocket rocket, maybe 5 inches long, and went to work.
The effect was magical! It was my first lesson in how the pressure from the contents of an enema bag can greatly increase the sensitivity of the clit. And that was an understatement.
As Feelgood ran the vibe over Angel's legs, feet and breasts, she was obviously loving it. But anytime he came close to her groin, around her stomach for example, Angel would tense up, she would start ..well..levitating off the table....only thing holding her down were the straps. Her clit was so sensitized she could feel the vibe when it was a foot away from her pussy. 'Note to self', I thought, 'don't ever forget this!'.
This went on for a long while, each time Feelgood forbade Angel from cumming. Then he announced, 'Its time' and grabbed ahold of the string fastened to Angel's butt plug and began to move the vibe in circles closer and closer to Angel's groin.
Angel became even more rigid..she was truly lifting off the table......her stomach muscles were rippling and she was speaking in tongues...... This was going to be impressive!
Feelgood slowed his movements and the vibe slowly circled the clit. Angel was begging, pleading for permission to cum....she needed the release more than she needed air at that point and her chest heaved with desire. She was being driven crazy with lust.
Then it happened. Feelgood placed the vibe DIRECTLY on Angel's clit. Angel let out a banshee scream and Feelgood yanked the buttplug out of her ass.
Angel's scream reached a crescendo. She arched her back and exploded.
Yes! I was impressed.
The initiation had begun.
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