We had arranged to meet our friends, Thyra and Ivar, at a brand new BDSM and kink event. It would be the first one of its kind at this particular venue. Ivar had some very interesting plans for us this evening, and I was nervous but excited to be part of them.
We were the first to arrive, and I stood at the bar waiting to order while Luke changed. Next to me was a slim, pretty woman standing alone. “Hi, I’m Lacey. I recognise you from the swingers app. Are you Alice?” She seemed nervous. “Yes, hi. I’m the first here tonight. Chris should be here by now, but he’s running late. He’s usually the talker”. Ahh, that’s why she seemed nervous. I decided to put her at ease and chatted with her for a while. She seemed to relax into the conversation when Chris walked in. “Ahh, here he is!” she exclaimed, relief in her voice. Chris was buff and bearded, and quite handsome. They made a lovely-looking couple, both gym-fit and dressed well.
Chris came over to say hi to his partner, and she introduced me. I went to greet him when I realised he had a large box with him. He noticed my gaze. “I’ve brought a queening chair and a fucking machine for tonight. I need to put them together”. Indeed, they were new and still in the box. I decided I would be the one to christen them later. “Let me know when they are ready!” I said. At that moment, Thyra walked into the bar. She greeted Alice, and her gaze slid over my welcoming smile before she realised it was me standing at the bar. “Ahh! Lacey!” she said, pulling me into a tight hug. Alice had an inquisitive look on her face, surprised at our friendship. “I know you said you were meeting someone here, but I didn’t realise it was Thyra!” she said with a smile. “Thyra and Ivar are our besties!” I replied, still holding onto Thyra. She looked incredible - standing at nearly six feet tall in her Pleasers, her long, almost white-blonde hair draped over one shoulder, and a striking combination of dark eye and lip makeup. We chatted a little longer when Luke and Ivar appeared.
We made our way over to a cosy corner with padded seating, settling in with drinks as we laughed and chatted for a while. I could feel my impatience starting to creep in—I was excited, but nervous too, about the scene we had planned. It seemed Thyra felt the same, because after a moment she spoke up in her soft, thick European accent (which I found very sexy), “Ivar, shall we go to the dungeon now?” He nodded, and Luke followed suit. We made our way down to the basement, the men carrying the kit bags filled with all sorts of fun goodies. They held floggers, paddles, reeds, a baton, an electric prod, chains, cuffs, dildos, you name it, we had it.
Arriving in the dungeon, we spotted a solid-looking hook fixed into the ceiling. This would be perfect for our scene. I couldn’t help but hope it would hold, as we were clearly about to put it to the test. I stripped down, releasing my breasts from my top. Thyra did the same, revealing black-cross nipple covers. Ivar and Luke cuffed Thyra and me at the wrists, threading thick rope through the D-rings and rigging us up to the hook above. Our feet still touched the ground, but our arms were stretched high, fully suspended overhead. Ivar then took a long belt and wrapped it around our waists, securing us together so we were pressed body to body, face to face. As they finished setting everything in place, Thyra and I couldn’t resist each other. We kissed softly, our bodies moving in sync, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of being bound so tightly together.
Suddenly, I felt the slap of a paddle on my bare cheek. Thyra had also received her first impact of the evening, and so the fun began. Luke and Ivar delivered the blows, starting slowly and building up using a variety of implements. They circled us like wolves around prey, taking turns to flog, paddle, hit and slap our bare ass cheeks and thighs, occasionally stopping to slip their fingers into our slick folds, making our pussies drip with pleasure. Thyra reached climax several times, her body leaning heavily into mine as it contorted with the intensity of her orgasms as they hit her body one after the other. Several people were standing around the edges of the dungeon, watching quietly and respectfully. I opened my eyes and made contact with one of the watchers on the steps. The intensity of his stare was overwhelming while I was in this state, and so I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations moving through my body.
Eventually, Ivar released us. Our arms were tired, and my back ached a little, but we were smiling. We made our way back upstairs to have a drink and rest a little before our next fun activity. As I ordered a bottle of water, I felt a tap on my shoulder. “The queening chair and fucking machine are ready”, Ivar said, pointing to the corner of the room. The equipment had been set up in a semi-private room near the pool table, with bars on the large window and door, and seating around one end of the room. The space itself had a waterproof mattress about the size of a king-size bed.
Ivar led me to the room, where Chris, Alice and a friend of theirs sat with their new shiny toys. Excited, Ivar asked me which one I wanted to try first. I chose the queening chair. This one was designed to help you bounce on a dildo, with a bar to hold on the front for support. A face could fit there, too, but I wanted to try it with my fantasy dildo, which glowed in the dark and thrusted all on its own when switched on. The base was bulbous for extra stretch. Chris fitted my dildo to the chair, which was so long it protruded above the seat.
“Let’s see if I can actually handle this thing”, I said, smiling nervously. “Take off your clothes”, Ivar said, and I stripped down, leaving only my suspenders and stockings on. He helped me climb onto the seat, and I was already so wet from our earlier scene that the dildo slid in easily. I lowered myself down carefully, assessing the depth of my toy, before relaxing. I found myself naturally rocking my hips, enjoying the stretch in my pussy, knowing that everyone in the room had a clear view of the dildo entering me. I love being watched by hot men and women, and this room had four of them, not including the people watching through the bars by the pool table. Looking to my right, I could see Thyra bent over, holding onto the bars on the window, Luke behind her, thrusting hard. They were both watching Ivar and me while they fucked. Seeing them there like that turned me on even more, and Thyra’s moans of pleasure as she reached orgasm were incredible.
Ivar grabbed me by my neck and forced my head around. “Look at him”, he said gruffly, and I looked down to see Chris watching my face. He was supporting the queening chair as I rode it, ensuring it stayed upright on the soft mattress, and had a front-row seat. I maintained eye contact with him as I bounced and rocked, Ivar holding my head in place. He switched the dildo on so that it thrusted, increasing the intensity of my pleasure, and pushed me down further so that the base of the dildo stretched my opening to the point of pain. I took it, pushing through the discomfort, allowing myself to stretch to my limit, until the pain melted away and left only pleasure in its wake. Holding a wand vibrator to my clit, Ivar continued to control my movement with his hand on my neck, speaking quietly in my ear, whispering things that made my mind melt and my body hum with sexual energy.
“Let’s try the fucking machine next”, he said, excited. This was his fantasy, something he had wanted to try for a long time. I was very pleased to make his fantasy come true, and eagerly lay on my back while Chris placed the machine in the correct position. The only problem was that it needed someone to hold it in place, since it was portable and not yet fixed to a base. Thyra stepped in without hesitation, taking hold of it - giving her the perfect view as the dildo slid inside me. She also took control of the pad, adjusting the speed and intensity of each thrust, and I loved that she was part of it, fully involved in the scene. She started slowly, allowing me to enjoy the tingles of pleasure a slower thrust brings.
Ivar poised his cock over my mouth and commanded me to take it deep in my throat. I did so eagerly, and as his cock grew even harder, he held the back of my head in place, forcing me to hold him deep in my throat. Thyra turned up the intensity of the fuck machine, making me want Ivar’s cock deeper into my throat, making me gag. Three times I gagged before the final gag made me drag my face away. He allowed me a few gulps of air before holding my head in place and once again choking me on his hard cock. I tried my best to hold it for as long as possible, but each time, I instinctively dragged my head away as I felt myself gagging hard, desperate for air.
He pulled out the wand vibrator again and held me down as he forced me to take it on my clit. Thyra turned the fucking machine up one again, making it fuck my pussy deep and hard. I began to thrash, but Luke came over and held my legs down with the weight of his body. Eventually, I could take no more. I reached a long, lingering climax, pleasure cresting and breaking over me in wave after wave. I could feel my back trying to arch and my legs attempting to kick out involuntarily, but Ivar and Luke held firm until my climax came to an end. They moved away slowly, Thyra pulling the machine away from my body. I was shaking and lightly spasming from the aftershocks, little fizzles of electricity shooting through my entire body. Luke slid onto the bed beside me, holding me in his arms quietly, soothing me. We lay there until my body calmed and the aftershocks stopped. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked softly, a smile on his lips as he watched me with his striking blue eyes. I nodded in reply, smiling in return. It had indeed been a fantastic experience.
We relaxed for a short time in the bar area, deciding what was next. “Is there a St Andrew’s Cross downstairs?” Ivar asked. “Yes”, Luke replied, confirming. “Let’s go downstairs”, Ivar said, standing up and grabbing his kit bag. We followed him down to the dungeon, where the cross stood waiting. “Who’s first?” he asked, looking at Thyra and me. Thyra seemed slightly reluctant and gestured to me to go first. “I’ll go first”, I said, nervous but very excited. “Can you take off your clothes” Ivar said, and I obeyed, leaving only my suspenders, stockings and heeled boots on. Stepping into position, I realised then how stretched out my body would be. Legs as wide open as they could go, on the verge of discomfort, and arms suspended up and out, I felt completely exposed. There would be no wriggling away, no hiding here.
Once I was securely in place, Ivar, Luke and Thyra all began working on my body, flogging my back, paddling my ass and thighs, using the reeds to create an impact that tingled through my body. Thyra had the police baton and was taking it across my ass cheeks, making them jiggle. She crawled through the space between my legs and faced me, her mouth in line with my wet, sensitive slit. Grabbing my hips, she flicked her tongue between my folds, hitting my most sensitive spot while Luke and Ivar worked behind me. I was in subspace, truly in my element, enjoying every touch, every tingle, every sharp bite of pain. This went on for some time, and eventually we all needed a break. Slowly, Ivar untied me. My wrists ached from the straps that had held my weight as I had moved involuntarily against the pleasure that had assaulted me. Thyra wanted to go upstairs for another drink.
We made our way to the bar, but before she could reach it, I pulled her into a side room. “Lay on the bed face down. I’m giving you a massage,” I stated. I wanted her to feel relaxed and appreciated, and as she lay down, I pulled out my beautifully scented massage oil. Warming it between my hands, I placed my palms onto her body and began working away the tension in her shoulders, finding the knots and breaking them down bit by bit. Now and then, I would lean forward to kiss her neck, her cheek, her back. I find her beautiful inside and out, and she deserves to be pampered for being the wonderful human being she is.
Once she’d fully relaxed and worked out all the tension, I suggested a game of naked pool. We were already naked, and the table was free—so it felt like the obvious choice. We split into teams, girls versus boys, and somehow, the girls actually won. We laughed and rushed around the table to high-five each other, buzzing from the victory. “Let’s find a private room to celebrate your win,” Luke said, picking up our kit bag.
We made our way over to an empty room in the corner by the stairs and locked the door behind us. All four of us stripped down completely and spent an hour fucking, sucking and playing with toys. Ivar with me, Luke with Thyra, then Thyra with me, and Luke and Ivar watching and stroking our bodies while I rode her. They fucked us in the ass and made us come. Ivar squirted his load over Thyra with Luke inside her, and I watched with a smile. Eventually, beads of sweat covered our bodies, and we lay side by side, arms around one another, and took some time to rest. We held one another while we talked easily, tired but thoroughly satisfied with our evening. I adore Thyra and Ivar; we never fail to have a fantastic evening in their company, whether it’s a vanilla social or a filthy fuck fest.
After we said our goodbyes, Luke and I made our way home. I stroked his neck as he drove, and we talked about our favourite parts of the evening. As usual, we showered and climbed into bed, spooning as we fell asleep. We both had work in the morning, and we would be tired, but we would be wearing a big smile for sure.