Scenes from a Play Party, Part 1

 > INTRODUCTION <

 

Alpha placed my wrists in restraints before we even left the house. Out on the street, waiting for the cab, I wore a jacket with long sleeves, so the restraints didn’t show. Not that my position as the submissive was hidden: I wore a locked leather bondage collar, and a chain leash.

 

The party was a joint event between a long established BDSM club, and a leather club for men of color. We arrived early, but it was clear it was going to be very well attended. Men from both clubs, and their guests were already lining up to check in. The range of men, and kink on display was inspiring.

 

I was sent to check my street clothes, and returned wearing leather boots, a grey jockstrap, a leather chest harness. Of course I still had the locked collar, leash, and the wrist restraints - which Alpha immediately clipped together so I had limited use of my hands.

 

The anteroom to the dungeon was filling with people: Doms in full leather, head to toe, others in just leather chaps and vest. The submissive wore little, some full naked save a locked collar. The event was proving inclusive, and there were men in puppy hoods, spandex, and other fetish wear.

 

As Alpha greeted others, I was sent to fetch a drink for him. When I returned, I observed strict sub protocol, standing behind him at all times, only speaking when addressed by my Alpha or other Doms.

 

Soon, Alpha led me to the dungeon space: He wanted to get started on our first scene. It was a long party, and we expected to spend many hours in scenes both together, and with other men. 

 

This is the first I'll relate, with more to come:

 

> SCENE <

 

I have been led to a St. Andrew's cross. The restraints are removed from my wrists and I am told to face and lean against the cross, arms up. I and blindfolded and my wrists are bound to the cross with wrappings of hostage tape. The tape covers from my knuckles to my forearms, and I cannot squirm or fight against them as one can leather and metal restraints. It makes me feel helpless, but also secure, and reminds me of my place.

 

The flogging warm up is thorough. Alpha has pressed his body against my back, his arms around me, his fingers in my mouth. “How is my pig?” “Good, Alpha” I mumble over his fingers.

 

For the next 20 min. he flogs me increasingly hard. In between rounds, he presses his comforting body and breath against me. He tells me my back is red, everyone will see it this evening and know what a good pig I’ve been.

 

He starts in again and after a minute or two, leans in and says:

— “10  more.”

— “Yes, Alpha”

— “20 more.”

— “Please Alpha, 15?”

— “Okay, pig. Count them out loudly And follow each with ‘Thank you Sir, may I please have another?’”

 

This last command is new. I normally just count. But tonight, he wants everyone to hear me be extra submissive.

 

At first I’m only counting every third or fourth hit. I only count the ones that “count” - that are over the edge of what I know I can endure. By 11, I know I’m at the point of breaking.

 

Thwack!

— “12, Sir! Thank you Sir, may I please have another?”

Thwack!

— “!3, Sir! ... Thank you Sir. ... May I please have another?”

— “Bend your knees, boy. Deep breath for me...”

Thwack!

— “FUCK!” (I can’t help it.) “14, Sir!... Aaaaargh....” (I’m writhing my body, but unable to move my arms at all due to the tape.) “Thank you Sir, may I please have another?”

— “Breathe. Deep breath... Another....”

THWACK!

— “AAAAA! 15, Sir! Thank you Sir....”

 

Heaving, I burst into tears. Alpha comes up behind me to hold me close, and whispers in my ear “I’m so proud of you, pig. You did so well.”

 

He cuts me down from the cross, helps me over to the side, where we sit and he holds me a long time.

 

Later, I learn that another sub was so impressed with the scene that he begged my Alpha to flog him as well. I'm so proud of my Alpha, and so grateful to submit to him.

 

More scenes to come... next installment is here.