Private Party #1 DVP, Womens hour and a borrowed paddle
Our first private party
Some clubs allow for people to host a private party using their
space. We had heard of one such party from Jason. The idea behind this private
party was to have attendees that women actually wanted to play with. From our limited
experience at the club we were already aware that the attendees didn’t always match
your own preferences. This particular party liked to theme their events too –
and despite having never dressed up for Halloween I loved the idea of dressing up
for the club.
To get an invite for the private party we needed to send
pictures of what we look looked to be ‘approved’. Having met Jason and seen what
an absolute sex god he was, I was questioning if I would be good enough. This was a moment of insecurity – was I
attractive enough? Would they say no to us? Steeling myself for the rejection
we got the reply and we were on the guest list!
All was going well in the preparations for the event. The
organisers set up a temporary telegram group for those on the guest list and
helped spark conversation each day with naughty pictures and so much chat about
the sex to come. I remained quiet on the chat but looked up everyone’s profile
on Fabs to find out more about them. There were only a couple of people I thought
I may be interested in but nevertheless, we were excited for the event.
Without giving away the actual event, the theme required me
to be wearing white. I went all out with a white lacy underwear set, very pale
pink see-through babydoll, lace robe topped with angel wings, lacy gloves and
of course my almost trademark 6 inch stilettos. I love the outfit but there is
one snag – as we got into the car my period started and on top of that, Mr has
some mobility issues and the club is busier than it’s ever been before. We’re
not even in the door and someone from the chat approaches Mr. I’m feeling flustered
as I need to get to the bathroom, I need to get changed and quite frankly I
need a drink and in hindsight he felt completely dismissed. By the time I’m
dressed, well maybe undressed, and comfortable on the dancefloor we’re approached
by people almost continually. I can never work out if they’re friendly or interested
and I’m not sure I’m interested in them anyway. The people are definitely more
forward than at the other events we’ve attended. There is a contrast from the
chat to the club too. From the chat I almost expected to walk into a full blown
orgy of 100 people but it’s not like that. People are still people. Still shy,
still reserved and mostly finding their feet in the environment.
Some key highlights
The threesome with DVP
Mr and I were definitely reserved so we headed to the
dungeon. A shibari session was just wrapping up, or maybe unwrapping? Some men
were lining up at the glory holes and we saw a couple duck into the hole ready
to service them. I stood by the St Andrews cross – I always felt powerful
there. And an added bonus was that the centre hole was the perfect height to
frame my cleavage. Two men and one BBW came around the corner and down into the
lower part of the dungeon. They took up on one of the large beds and began
their play. I didn’t watch to begin, but then I started to notice this big woman
riding him. She was on her feet crouched down and bouncing like the tiny porn
stars do. I was in awe. They moved between positions so fluidly. He’d be behind
her pounding her ass and then the other man joined in. She handled being fucked
while sucking another man in any position. Now my eyes were glued to them. The
men, Kevin and Mark, would fuck her and stare at me. My famous eye-contact
never waivered. They moved from the lower bed to the upper bed next to me. Kevin
staring at me as he fucked. Mark trying to reach me, trying to subtly stroke my
cleavage under the guise of holding on to the cross for support. Once they were
right in front of me Mark laid down and had the BBW grinding on him and Kevin
moved behind her and slid his cock inside too. DVP. Fuck. I didn’t realise it
was a real thing that would happen in a club!
Speaking to Kevin on Telegram after he had been keen for me to join in - I had no idea in the moment!
The tall lady
I was used to being the tallest lady in the room so when Charlotte was 6ft 2 in flats I was keen to speak to her. Chatting by the bar she gave off mum that volunteers for the parent teacher group rather than kinky sex but she was fun and funny. She made people give way for Mr to make his way through and was generally very confident. Her husband was timid and I certainly didn't feel an attraction to him but Mr said he found her attractive so I hoped I could chat to her and see if anything would come of it.
Once she stripped down I barely saw her again as apparently that married mother was kinky AF! My main memory of her was during the dedicated time for women where she was the one laid in the middle of the bed being serviced by other women and with a beautiful lady grinding on her face. In a group of 5 or 6 women she was the absolute centre and star of the show. Her long legs spread wide so beautiful curvy women could pound her pussy with toys of various sizes while other tongues flicked over her clit. Her confidence to get exactly what she wanted was absolutely what I wanted.
Amateur dramatics with fur
The men were a mixed bunch. I don't have the highest self esteem but do find it easy to have a conversation with pretty much anyone. Steven stood out amongst the masses. He was petite in both height and stature but made up for it with the size of his fur shawl he wore both when fully dressed and wandering around in his underwear. He was impossible to miss or confuse with anyone else. We chatted outside the playroom and he regaled me with stories from his work. There was no attraction from my side so I didn't think much of him until Mr had me at the cross and was giving me a spanking. Steven was nearby and watched before offering his paddle to Mr to save his hand. Mr had fun with the paddle for a while before we gratefully returned the paddle to Steven offering him a few smacks of the paddle on my arse as payment. A kind move but not something that earnt him more this time.
The downside of Telegram and Fabs
The organisers set up a Telegram chat for the attendees of the event so that they can get to know each other. Everyone is encouraged to post an intro so you can see what people look like and many include their Fabs name. The nosey bugger than I am looks up everybody's profile. Most didn't seem that interesting to me but I was happy to reserve judgement until we met in person. One profile did seem to hit some of the criteria I would usually like. Tall, dark, bearded, tattoos and chunky jewellery. We exchanged less than a dozen messages on the Telegram chat but he said he would come and find me. and find me did. Unfortunately, the demeanour I was hoping for was confident, charming, sexy and instead he was lost puppy. He hung around like a bad smell with absolutely no skills when it came to conversation and absolutely reeking of desperation. It was a challenge to avoid him the rest of the event.
Ultimately, being on my period didn't stop play because of the mess (there were plenty of men who still offered their services!) but it massively affected how confident I felt. Would I go to an event on my period again? Would I go to one of their private parties again? Yes, probably. But it was underwhelming for a first time.
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