Sorry... went to bed and didn't even check to see if it all posted. As before, this is only meant as MY observation of a BDSM social. Please do not interpret it as anything else.
She was naked with her wrists pulled up over her head in shackles hanging from the ceiling. He was prepared to perform as he had all his whips, canes and flogs lined up along the wall. I was shocked to see there must have been at least twenty five to thirty of them. At the time I had slipped in, he had been flogging her for a while and her ass was already beet red. But he appeared to be in no hurry to end the scene. At one point, she was hanging limp on the ends of the chains and he pulled her by her hair to get her feet back under her. At another time, he was using a long whip that curved around her body and viciously bit the front of her thighs. She would turn fruitlessly one way and then the other but he was persistent in reaching the tender skin along her front. When I saw him drop the whip and not reach for another, I breathed a sigh of relief. In two strides he was almost in front of me and as he leaned down, I noticed some kind of tool that was plugged in by my feet. It was a EMS tens unit which emitted an electrical current. She didn't even flinch when he moved it over her back several times. I couldn't turn my eyes away as I wondered what kind of pain that item was inflicting. Then he reached in his pocket and pulled out a switchblade, cutting her high on her back. Then he walked up to her and casually dipped his thumb in the small bleeding area and sucked on it. All I could think of when I watched him was how glad I was that I didn't reply to his inquiry he sent me online a couple weeks before tonight's event.
During the course of the night, there were several subs/slaves that came up to me at different times and offered to answer any questions or assist me with whatever I needed. I knew from my insatiable readings of the BDSM world that often part of their responsibilities was to assist with a new submissive's transition into the lifestyle. If I wanted to participate in any of the scenes they would accommodate it but I quickly informed them (twice) that I was just there to watch tonight. One even informed me that she was a top when doing a scene which was sometimes requested by her master. I processed that information and realized it was a way of letting me know that at some point, if I happened to have a master within the group - that there was a good possibility of being a play partner with her. Although I was surprised, I nodded my head like I was agreeing on the weather forecast and left it at that. Looking back on the night's events, it was hard to imagine that these friendly, chatting women would soon be withering in pain given intentionally from the masters that had promised to take care of them. I vividly remember one laughingly chastising me to not be upset that they, as masochists, wanted - no needed the pain inflicted on them.
There were a couple of couches facing each other and along one wall was food and drinks. A male slave and his master's partner, a leggy woman my age dressed in all black, was snuggled with him on the couch. He had just been beaten in a scene and was now huddled in a blanket, shaking and eagerly accepting the soothing words and actions from the woman next to him.
At one point while I was out front in the social area, the wall separating us and the current scene was crashed into from the other side. The person or whatever it was, hit the wall so hard that a couple of pictures fell off the wall on our side and the glass shattered in many pieces on the floor. While everyone else in the room returned to their conversations, I was still struggling to take my eyes off the glass and tried not to think too hard of what was happening behind the wall.
When I finally checked the time, I was surprised to find I had been there 4 1/2 hours. I still had almost a two-hour drive home and the weather was questionable. Only a few people mingled in the main front area where I stood talking to the Dom whom I had been chatting with most of the night. My knees were shaking again and I decided against trying to find someone to tell that I was leaving. Besides, Jerry had left earlier and I had given him my thanks for the invitation and his warm welcome.
After a final smile to my new friend, I was pushing out the door into the cold, dark night once again. There were many thoughts ricocheting in my brain as I recounted what I could remember. My knees did not stop shaking until I was halfway home. But I felt more alive and more sexually aroused than I had ever felt in in my life.
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