Out of This World

 

There are parties you look forward to, and then there are the ones you plan your month around. This was very much the latter. I’d spent days perfecting my outfit - part fantasy, part “please don’t let me get pulled over by the police dressed like this.”

By the time I left the house, I looked every inch the sci-fi goddess version of myself: tight outfit, gravity-defying cleavage, hair that would make a stylist weep, and those infamous buns (can you guess what I dressed as?). I laughed the whole drive thinking about having to explain myself if I got stopped - or worse, crashed.

We arrived safely, took some photos outside, and the compliments started before we’d even crossed the threshold. It’s amazing how confident you feel once you lean into looking utterly ridiculous.

The Fantasy Fulfilled

Inside, we bumped straight into Robbie and Heather a fun-loving friend’s with benefits couple. Heather is totally gay, apart form Robbie. Robbie’s jaw dropped when he saw me. “You have no idea what that does to me,” he said, and I could tell immediately that I did. He acted out being blown away, half joking, half begging, and honestly, it would’ve been rude not to indulge him.

They’re always quick to play, so when the moment came, I didn’t hesitate to join in. I climbed on and gave him the full fantasy he’d been imagining. Of course, reality had other plans. Those ridiculous buns were on a headband, and every time I leaned forward to take him in my mouth during foreplay, they slid off. Heather tried valiantly to keep them on my head, but she was far too distracted watching me.

It was pure, hilarious chaos, a swirl of limbs, laughter, and my hair accessories and jewellery scattered across the bed. I rode him until that deep, full-body orgasm took over, the kind that leaves your legs trembling and your head spinning.

Heather slid down beside me, asked if she could taste me, and Robbie didn’t miss a beat either, sliding into her while she buried her face between my legs. It was delicious fun and the highlight of the day!

From Space Fantasy to Rope Reality

After the first play high, we grabbed some drinks, danced a little, and I spotted Big J. Hard not to spot as the 6ft-god-knows-what who introduced me to shibari previously.

We slipped into the dungeon, which was empty except for us. I’d swapped the costume for simple white lingerie, and Big J began to tie me up….slow…..deliberate….but mostly slow. A few people wandered in to watch and it didn’t bother me. Although most didn’t stick around as it took so long!

The problem was, the dungeon didn’t stay quiet.

He had laid me on a raised bed by the entrance and began tying me in a different way so he could pleasure me - great! But then chaos walked in.

A loud group came bursting through, laughing, shouting, carrying a woman like a rugby trophy, yelling about “pleasing her.” The mood of the dungeon shattered instantly. The light felt too bright, the air too full of noise. I was tied, exposed, watching people pass by, unable to move or retreat. This wasn’t sub-space. This was awful.

My husband was on the far side of the room. I tried to catch his attention, to get him to come closer, but he didn’t quite understand what I was asking for. I wanted him near, to anchor me, to keep me safe when I wasn’t able to advocate for myself but he didn’t get it.

Big J, bless him, was still lovely and tried so hard but through sensory overload, pleasure was not going to be found although I genuinely think he had some skills! In any other setting, it would’ve been mind-blowing. Today, it just didn’t quite land right.

And it turns from weird to weirder

Afterward, we shared a drink, laughed a little, and wandered into the couples’ room to wind down. A tall American couple we’d seen before followed soon after. The woman - let’s call her Jane - made a beeline for me and, without so much as a word, straddled me.

It was… unexpected. I’m not against women - I’ve written about it obviously - but it’s not my default. Jane had the energy of someone clicking the wrong link on a website and deciding to stay anyway.

I tried to involve her husband instead, hoping to shift the focus, but that didn’t exactly help either. His little cobette of corn wasn’t the fun I was after either. Then she produced a small lemon shaped vibrator and told me to tell her to come. So there I was, half-dressed, half-confused, somehow cast as her personal life coach.

It went on. And on. And on.

For forty minutes she lay stiff as a board, whispering things like, “I really want to come” and “I don’t want to stop,” in this soft monotone that sounded more like someone reading terms and conditions.

Eventually, her husband pulled her away, and my husband and I just looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Time for the spa

We called it a night, left the club, and headed back to our hotel spa, the relaxation part of our night away before the evening party began. Warm water, steam rooms, no flashing lights, no vibrators shaped like citrus fruit.

It was one of the strangest events we’ve been to. From fantasy roleplay to rope play to whatever that was, it had everything. Except raw desire and passion.

We were trying a new club in the evening so perhaps things would improve?

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