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seekingservices -> The Party Part I (1/20/2005 8:35:15 PM)
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Scene 1
We were running late, and that had me in a bit of a tiff. I didn't want to be late, I couldn't find anything to wear, and Caspy-love was sporting a headache, and having a nap. As annoyed as I was, we managed to get out and arrive about two hours post due. The kids had eaten all the chocolate chips I was saving to make cookies for 6.9, as it was her birthday on Friday. I couldn't even go out to get more chips because Caspy-love was at work, had the car, and the bank card. It wasn't a great start, yet again, and I kept thinking of how poorly my mood was going to affect my attitude and therefore my fun. It was one of those things. Even though I was aware that my state of mind wasn't going to promote any fun, I didn't care, because I was pissed off.
It is strange how some things turn out, my snitty attitude ended up being the root of a very interesting evening.
We entered, and I said hellos to the people that I knew, and met the ones that I didn't know. 6.9 made me a drink and poured Caspy a pop. I snagged a few pretzels because my hunger was yet another thing that was annoying me. Caspy-love asked if I would like to go downstairs. As we were the only ones sitting upstairs I figured it would probably be a good idea not to look like a snob. I was still grumbling at him.
I sat on the couch after saying hello to 411, who is an old friend of mine from the local scene. 6 came over, unbuttoned my blouse, and dropped an ice cube in my bra. It never quite has the desired effect that people wish it to have, I really enjoy cold things on my skin, and I really enjoy sensation of any degree. Heh, I'm the hot wax queen. Smirking, I removed the ice cube from in between my breasts and casually stuck my hand down Caspy-love's pants - and dropped the cube down there while bursting into extreme bouts of laughter.
"I didn't even see that coming..." he muttered as I continued to howl. For a few minutes, Caspy and I battled over the cube trying to stick it down each other's clothing; I was certainly winning. 6 stood there, amused. I was as amused, because I was indulging in my ire toward my lover, who was technically innocent of anything. It was really just the way things had gone all day that had ticked me off.
6 said something about shoving the ice cube up me and seeing how fast it would melt.
"Great IDEA!" I said loudly. "Caspy, turn over!" I smiled and with an exaggerated laugh I continued to try to convince Caspy to allow me to shove the ice cube up his ass. This of course, in a room full of bdsmers is just terribly bad etiquette, and terribly bad etiquette is definitely my specialty. Somehow those types always come to the concusion that I'm the sub, which technically isn't correct. I'm just a masochist and my lover and I have a very free relationship in that respect. Neither of us is permanently stuck in any role. In any event it caused several "Oooh! Lookit how bad Woe is being... how can she SAY those things to her MASTER?" type of reactions. This made me laugh all the more, because I was still slightly serious about the whole thing and it was my intention to annoy him. I was still indulging in my snit and enjoying my own little personal joke. Of course it's nothing unusual for me even in the best of head frames, and those that know me from the local scene also know this, so they've come to expect "THE BRAT" and who am I not to give the people what they want?
6 grabbed my wrists, which is no big deal, I can get out of any wrist hold, though I wasn't trying all that hard. Caspy love grabbed my feet though, and again, although I didn't try as hard as I could have it took away some of my ability to get loose. I kicked and thrashed, and wiggled and pulled, and protested and laughed. They dragged me over to the floor by the cross on the far side of the room, where I continued my struggles with a little more vigour and a little less success. I was doing alright, meaning that they couldn't get a handle on me, until 6 straddled my chest and pinned me while Caspy love bound my feet with rope. Screaming protests the whole way, and pointing out their openings (hey, I could get you THERE! Oooh, bad MOVE! *laughs*) 6 held while Caspy tied. 2 came over and stroked my face and held my hair. 10 came by to make sure the ropes were secure, and I screamed out to him "Hey I thought you were my friend... I really like you're dog!" and then burst into another round of laughter. 6 held my wrists while Caspy attached my little leather cuffs which he attached to each other so that my hands were opposing each other. I protested that too, saying "Can't you even attach them properly!?" and the answer was something to the effect of "When you can behave." I continued to protest that I was outnumbered, and would they kindly take me on one at a time? To no avail, of course.
So here I am, bound hand and foot lying on the floor, all because of some innocent mention of shoving an ice cube up my lover's butt. I didn't get it, but there I was anyway. I contemplated methods of escape, but not for long, because 7 showed up. 7 was at the first party too, although there was no mention of her as I didn't really get to speak to her other than an introductory hello. 7 is a little blonde with an indistinguishable accent and a very nice ass. 7 proceeded to suck on my nipples as Caspy forced my legs apart. 6 was kneeling above my head touching me softly.
"I'm going to make her eat your pussy." Caspy said to me, and 7 complied quite readily to his suggestion/command/instruction.
I noticed 411 come by, and place an object on my leg. Caspy picked it up and flicked it, and from the distinct *ting* I knew it was made of glass, was about 6" long, and was shaped like a series of balls (or beads?) increasing in size strung together. It felt cold on my leg. As 7 sucked on my clit, 6 used various small floggers and other implements of destruction on my breasts. Caspy had his fingers inside of 7, which of course distracted her from her task and I ended up with a blonde going *lick lick* GASP *lick* WHIMPER *lick* SCREAM on my pussy. Had I not been in a state of intoxication due to the extremely intense sensation, then I may have even laughed at the irony of it. He'd told her to do something and done the one thing that could prevent her from doing it efficiently, although he really believed it would cause her to be more enthusiastic. No, I told him later, and I know this first hand, no woman can concentrate on anything when his fingers are inside of her.
I felt the cold of the glass dildo at the same precise instant as I felt the small flogger hit my nipple. Caspy-love was still working the girl although it was much easier for her just to go with the rhythm, as that doesn't take nearly as much concentration. I began to gasp and exhale in long breaths.
Don't you dare.... Don't even think about it.... touched the edge of my consciousness. Get the towel underneath her, she's going to squirt
"Do you want to cum?" blared loudly inside my dimension of ecstasy. Without answering, I heard the words "THEN JUST DO IT!"
"MORE!"
"MORE!" As I gushed, screaming loudly, the three of them still doing things that I could no longer attend to, but only feel as one lump sum of rapture.
I noticed my legs were untied as my lover sat between them staring at me softly and 6 stroked my cheeks. 7 casually kissed me, smiled at me, then stood up and walked away. I caught my breath and quietly asked for a drink.
Anyone want to see Part II?
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