Our First Play Party (EROTICA) Freewrite

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READER DISCRETION ADVISED FOR SEXUALLY SUGGESTIVE THEMES:

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I swore on my mother's grave, but then I swore on just about everything. I had a potty mouth and I didn't particularly care who knew it. It was rarely voiced in anger, it was often just more like punctuation for a funny story. I liked the feel of exaggeration. It went well with my stories, you might say.

Tonight, however, I was swearing at myself because I was running late and I HATED it when people were late. I had been so distracted by the thoughts of her all day that now I was making stupid mistakes, losing track of important things and just basically fumbling life in general. Tonight was going to be our big night to play. She had finally gotten us the coveted invitation to the play party and we were going to be able to fulfill a few of our fantasies tonight. The dreams we had discussed so often, being watched, watching others, having real equipment to play on. My whole body shuddered at the thought of her tied up, nearly naked before me.

Now, where the HELL had I put those leather cuffs?

"FUCK!" I yelled at myself, "What in the hell did you do with them?" I flung things out of my dresser, looking just in case, when I remembered that she had given me a heads up before storing them in the suitcase in my closet for this very thing. I laughed at myself, the tension easing out of me as I grabbed the suitcase from the top shelf.

Sure enough, there was the flogger, the leather cuffs, the nipple clamps that she loved to hate and the new toy we hadn't yet had the opportunity to use. Just seeing their toys laid out so nicely in the case caused me to release a steadying breath. It was going to be fine. I just had to throw in my clothes and head out the door. Glancing at my watch, I saw that I still had a few minutes to make it out the door and still be on time to get her at our appointed time.

I pulled up to her door and she opened it before I even had a chance to knock.

She was stunning and yet she looked at my like I was the one that was the sexiest human alive.

She almost purred, "You could make a living doing that kind of thing."

I supposed I could, but I had never thought about it, until then. I mean, yeah, I suppose I could be a Dom and charge women to take care of their needs, but the only one I wanted was her. Besides, I didn't need the money anyway. All I wanted was to please her, bring her to the edge, push our boundaries together and yeah, maybe play with some other people, but only if she was into it as well. I shrugged, pretending like I hadn't put any thought into it, "Well, yeah. I probably could, but then what would you do without me? You'd have to fight off all of those submissive women fighting over me."

She chuckled and followed me to the car. "Maybe I was talking about you being a taxi driver, ever think of that?" and she laughed at her own joke. I couldn't help but laugh.

I could tell she was a little nervous. She always laughed a lot when she was feeling tense or unsure about herself and tried to make light of things. I'd settle her down on the way to the party. She was making it clear that she needed me to exert some control over the situation already anyway.

Up until now, we really only played in our bedroom. This weekend was about to get real. We would be taking on our roles in an almost full out basis. No short stint in the bed, but out in front of a lot of other more experienced BDSM types and with a full 24 hours together at least. It was going to be amazing. New, tense, sure, but amazing.

I got in the car and squeezed her thigh, "Might as well get used to it now, my Sweet. You're in for a wild ride and you'll do fine." I paused, adding that tone to my voice that made her take notice, "I'm sure you won't disappoint me, love. You're going to make me proud, right?"

I could feel the change in her. Her posture changed slightly, she became a little more serious, breathless even and I could tell she was softening. Letting me take control took a lot of the pressure off of her and always made her feel a little more secure. I watched her smile as she looked down and started picking at the seam of her clothes until I noticed there was a bit of a tear in her dress. I took her hand and squeezed it, "Sweet, don't pick at that. Don't be nervous. I'm here for you, I won't let anything bad happen. It's going to be a night of your dreams. I promise. We will take the first while to meet others, mingle and watch what goes on. Our playtime isn't scheduled until 10:00. We'll have three full hours before that to get settled and observe. Why don't you think about what I'll be doing to you once you're tied up." I smiled that smile I saved just for her and saw her smile and relax again.

I had been in talks with the group, but had left a lot of it to her to arrange. She found comfort in organizing the details after taking direction from me. We'd found such a good balance between us and it gave me immense pleasure to realize how hard she'd worked on our weekend. Our first weekend as a public couple. Her submissive to my Dominant. I felt the pressure, but I was so fucking excited to do this with her.

I could picture her with the leather cuffs on, tied with her hands together, her nearly bare ass in front of me. Her skin turning pink with the strokes of the flogger, getting more intense with each strike. She was going to be quivering with anticipation and just the thought turned me on more than I had imagined. The thought of people watching her, mostly naked and bound before them was incredible. Her eyes watching me as I placed the clamps on her nipples, the groans that always brought forth. I took in a breath as I drove into the neighborhood, following the directions.

I checked the address twice before I stopped the car. The house looked just like any basic, nice, middle income house in a regular neighborhood. That's what we'd been told, but still. I couldn't wait to see it for myself, the hidden basement dungeon in this woman's house. I saw a few other cars, but we were one of the few who came alone. From my understanding, most people carpooled for party weekends. I suppose the woman didn't need lines of cars blocking her streets every time she had a party. I leaned over and kissed my Sweet before getting out of the car. It was time.

I opened her door and helped her out of the car. She was always trembling at my touch. We turned and headed for the brightly lit house. This was going to be a weekend to remember.

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This was my #weekendfreewrite for the challenge by @mariannewest

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