Olivia is here to discuss the after-party following the Fetish Ball in Las Vegas. As I climbed into the limo, I was so jazzed up from the ‘outfit’ I was wearing and winning the $500, I was ready for almost anything.
All four of us girls climbed on someone other than our husband’s laps for the ride to the party house. I chose a nice-looking guy and started making out with him. His name was Steve, and my outfit gave him easy access to my charms. As he kissed me, I felt his finger begin tracing a light swirling motion over my clit. He was wearing a sheer spandex outfit and I could feel his erection pressing into my bottom. If the limo wasn’t so crowded, we would have had sex right there as he soon had me ready.
The ride lasted around 15 minutes and I was pretty worked up with both Steve’s attention and seeing the other couples having a similarly good time. The ride ended and all of us girls exited the limo first followed by the guys.
The house was in a nice part of Las Vegas and was more of a mansion than a house. We went up to the door and knocked. Soon a guy dressed as a Spanish Priest from the inquisition opened the door and invited us in. I took a quick look around before heading to the bathroom to collect myself. Hubby followed me to make sure I was okay and to confirm we were staying. We talked for a few minutes in the bathroom and decided to stay with the caveat that if things got weird, we could Uber back to our hotel. One thing we didn’t know was if we were with Swingers or players from the BDSM scene. I was hoping for swingers but given the Ball we attended, I thought it wasn’t likely.
I won’t get into the various types of kink play, but I will say this if you aren’t familiar with this type of activity. There are three basic types of players: Doms are those who exercise control, Subs (which I am) are the ones who give up control, and Switches who enjoy playing both roles, at different times of course.
We couldn’t hide in the bathroom all night so out we went to join the festivities. The loudest noise was coming from a lower level, so we descended a wide curving staircase. The room at the bottom was amazing, it had six large TV screens all playing the various types of kink porn. A bar was off to the side that was made to look like an English Pub with a side table full of various types of finger food.
Hubby and I walked up to the bar and caught the bartender’s eye. He rushed right over to take care of us. “My Dark Mistress, what are you having?” he asked in a cute English accent. This guy was wearing a spiked dog shock collar and a cage around his cock and nothing else. He handed me a small remote-control device and begged me to push the button. I gave the button a push and sure enough, the collar gave him a good zap. “It is yours for the evening mistress, anytime you push the button, I’ll come “running to do whatever you ask.” I thought, why not play along, “You will address me as Mistress Olivia from now forward,” I said in a commanding voice. “Here are your drinks Mistress Olivia.” We were both having Margaritas and they were made perfectly. “This will be our drinks for the night, how do I address you tonight?” “You may call me anything you choose but James is my name, Mistress Olivia.” “Okay James, these drinks are perfect, if I need you, I’ll buzz,” as I gave the button a quick push.
As we walked away, Hubby whispered to me, “No Olivia, you cannot take the poor guy home.” I thought, why not, I could get used to this as we entered darkened room lit with fake torches. It looked like a dungeon you see in the movies. This room was filled with various torture devices. On our left was a medieval rack with a stunning naked Brunette stretched out on it. On our right was a stock-like contraption with an attractive blond in it. She was bent over a barrel with her feet and hands tied to the device. This left her in a vulnerable position that had several men lined up to fuck her. When one finished, another stepped right up. “There’s something you don’t see every day,” Hubby said to me. “Yeah, maybe we need one of the contraptions at home,” I replied.
I looked across the room spotting Steve and his wife, Amanda. Amanda had sat on Hubby’s lap in the limo ride so I thought it might be a good place to start a conversation. We walked over to join them, and all sat down on some nice leather chairs. Amanda asked Steve to get them fresh drinks. I stopped her, “Amanda let me take care of that,” as I pushed my new button. Sure enough, James arrived cock cage and all. “James, my friends here need drinks and I’ll take two more for my date and me. When you get back with the drinks, I want you to eat my pussy as a reward so be quick about it.” James nodded his head and took off.
I smiled at Amanda, “Is that cool or what?” “Olivia, please have him eat my pussy as well, let’s see if the boy has talent.” “No problem there Amanda, I was thinking a foot rub too as these heels are killing my feet.” I’m with you sister, where do I get a guy like that,” Amanda laughed. “No need,” I said, “We will share him. Besides, I am in a sharing mood.”
Hubby and Steve were a little put out as they had pussy eating on their minds, so I asked them, “You boys need anything from James?” Steve looked at Hubby and said, “Maybe we should get in the barrel lady line.” Hubby laughed and said, “Let’s look at James as a fluffer to get the girls warmed up for the real thing.” “I like the way you think,” Steve answered.
True to his word, James returned with the drinks. “James, I am in a giving mood tonight, Amanda would like her pussy eaten first. You must do a good job, or I won’t let you eat mine or rub my feet. However, you must not get an erection for if you do, you will be punished. I’ll be watching and if I see you get hard, you may expect a reprimand. Start now,” I commanded. Amanda wiggled out of her outfit and spread her legs allowing the young man access to her pussy. James quickly got to work, and Amanda was soon enjoying his efforts. I walked over and sat on Steve’s lap which gave me a good view of Amanda and the young English man. Hubby got up and stood behind Amanda’s chair. “Amanda, do you mind if I massaged those beautiful breasts of yours? Amanda didn’t say anything, she reached up and grabbed Hubby’s wrists and pulled them down to her breasts.
I was getting hot watching Amanda’s scene as Steve played with my pussy. Steve whispered to me, “Olivia, we have never swapped or done any BDSM things although we have talked about it forever.” “You each can say no,” I advised. “I don’t see that happening,” Steve replied as we watched Amanda now giving my Hubby a blowjob while James continued at his assigned task.
After ten minutes, I could see Amanda needed some cock, so I told James to stop eating hers and start eating my pussy. The young lad crawled over on his hands and knees, and I soon felt his tongue exploring my tender folds. I was still on Steve’s lap and we both watched Hubby as he and Amanda got into a dog-style position. Amanda yelped a bit as Hubby slid his nice-sized cock into her. She got a grip on the rug and pushed her tight butt back into Hubby, making sure she kept his cock tight into her pussy.
I said to Steve, “Do you like watching your wife fuck another man?” “It is the hottest thing I have ever seen,” was his response. I pushed him a little further, you want to eat the come out of her pussy?” “Yes, can I?” “You can tonight but first you need to fuck mine. James, as soon as they are done, I want you to rub Amanda’s feet for her. If she wants you to, use that talented tongue of yours to clean the sweat between her toes, you should honor her request. You may now remove your cock cage and I want to see you pleasure yourself until you come,” I ordered. James left to get the cage key as Hubby and Amanda had a good strong orgasm. As Amanda was catching her breath, Steve crawled between her legs and started eating his cream pie. Hubby found a nice towel and cleaned himself up before joining me on the chair. “Let’s leave them be for a while. I have something else in mind for you,” Hubby advised.
My curiosity was almost as aroused as I was, “What did you have in mind?” “I met a guy at the towel rack who is into the Florentine style of flogging, he expressed interest in doing a scene with you.” The Florentine style of flogging is done with a flogger in each hand. Typically, the floggers are on a swivel and the technique takes practice and skill. When it is done well, it is poetry in motion. The pattern is like a figure eight and the floggers have an almost constant impact on your butt.
I have never experienced this and met with the Dom; a guy named Rex. He demonstrated his skill without striking anything and I could tell he knew his business. I walked over to a St Andrews Cross and assumed the position. Hubby and Rex each took a hand and fastened me in. I went over my Red, Yellow, and Green safe words and we were set. Rex started his motion on my bare butt starting out with light little kisses and gradually building up the impact force. The feeling is hard to describe, I just knew this was a night to remember.
My only regret was I didn’t have sex with Steve. I looked up and he and Amanda were watching me get flogged. I could sense Amanda having an interest in trying this herself. Hubby had made plans to have breakfast the next day at ten with Steve and Amanda who left the party shortly thereafter. My flogging session lasted 45 minutes and at the end, both Rex and I were exhausted. I got dressed in my jeans and shirt and hit James’s button one last time. He came running. I gave him back his button followed by a big hug. “You gave me the most wonderful night Mistress Olivia, how can I ever repay you?” “Don’t ask James or you will be living in Colorado wearing that collar every day,” Hubby laughed as he gave James $100, “You earned it tonight and then some,” Hubby told him.
As I climbed into the Uber for the ride back to the hotel, I thought a nice hot bath would take the paint off followed by my Hubby’s cock to end an amazing night.
