Posted by: check868 | March 30, 2008

My First BDSM Club

Last night, I was trolling Craigslist for interesting stuff. I like seeing the things guys put up: hopeful idiots that think the city is crawling with women that want to give NSA blowjobs, interesting guys with neat fetishes, and whiny guys complaining that there are no real women on Craigslist, since no one got back to them about their NSA blowjob.

I found a guy who wanted to take a girl to a BDSM play party. He’d foot the bill, and the girl could just watch if she wanted to. I’ve always wanted to go to a play party, but all my friends are vanilla prudes, and they’d probably be traumatized. So I emailed him, he emailed me back, I emailed him back. I emailed him using my escort email. In retrospect, I probably should have used my normal email. Finally, he called me.
“So, Jessica, what kind of stuff are you into?” This was the third time he had asked me a variation on this question. The nice thing about being a Domme is that you don’t have to put up with that shit.

“Look, I’m not going to sit here and describe every detail of my fantasy life while you breathe heavy on the other end of the phone.”

“Uh, sorry.”

“So, what time did you want to go to the party?”

We ended up meeting in Chelsea around 10pm. He was a nice looking guy, a little chubby. In retrospect, he must have been a little short, I guess, since I was a bit taller than him in heels (I stand 5′-not-quite-4″ in thick socks), but I didn’t really notice at the time.

We went to the club, but it had just opened, as it turned out, and it was dead. So, we left, got some beer and nachos at a bar, and chatted about, what else? BDSM. He had started doing this stuff when he was 22, too. He was in his thirties, now, so he was a lot more experienced than me. He had contacted a dominatrix via the prehistoric internet communication channels: a chat room. He had gone over to her place and she had tied him up, done CBT (cock and ball torture, for you noobs), had him worship her feet, and finished with “forced masturbation” which I had never heard of. She told him when to stroke his cock and how fast, so she controlled when he came.

Anyway, we went back to the club after a few beers and there was a lot more happening. We wandered around a bit. There were some half-naked people, one woman tied up between two men. I wasn’t sure what they were doing, it looked like they were all just standing there in, uh, sandwich formation? It wasn’t like they were fucking. We walked around and a guy came up to me, introduced me to the club, and asked if I would trample him. I agreed, so he lay down on the floor and another guy offered to help me keep by balance. I held his hands while I walked all over the guy on the floor.

“I’m afraid I’m gong to break him!” I joked with the guy steadying me.

“Don’t worry, he’s loving this.” I was, too.

When I stopped, he got up and asked if I like body worship, especially ass worship. I said sure, and so he took me to a sort of private corner. “I would like to worship you like the Goddess you are,” he said. I laughed. “No, you’ll see.” I pulled down my pants about a foot and he started rimming me. The guy I came with, let’s call him Eddie, came up to me.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Down there,” I said with a smile. So he started eating me out.

Dear readers, it is a truly awesome feeling to have one guy rimming you while another guy eats you out. The only fly in the ointment was the six thousand pudgy, half-naked guys in their 40’s and 50’s who came over to watch. Intently. Eddie got embarassed after a few minutes, and retreated to a corner. After a couple more minutes, I stopped the guy working on my ass and he thanked me and asked if I had enjoyed it. I said that I had, and asked him if he had enjoyed it. He said, “Oh yes! Very much!” He asked me if he could worship any other body part, and I told him that if I thought of anything, I’d get back to him.

I teased Eddie a little for being shy, although I was, too, and asked him to worship my feet. He took off a shoe and started licking and sucking on my toes. He roughly massaged the bottom of my foot and I kicked him in the nuts. “Stop that!” I ordered. I hate massages.

“Mmm, that feels good,” he said.

I kept kneading his cock and balls with my shoed (shod?) foot while he licked and rubbed (despite, or maybe because of, my occasional kick).

“I’d like to go down on you,” he said.

“Sure!” I said. He started eating me out and I was so horny at this point that when we started gathering an audience again, I pulled him up and asked if we could go back to his place. He was happy about that, and we caught a cab back to his place. He ate me out so well that I ejaculated, which isn’t something I do a lot, and we played around for a while with more foot worship. I was pretty tired by that point, so he gave me cab fare home and found me a cab.

All in all, it was a lovely time, and I’d like to go back and spend more time at the club. I mean, I basically spent maybe an hour there, most of it in one corner. Eddie’s cool, too. I’m going to see him again, I think, and he said he’d get me a riding crop. I kept laughing at everything, which I think was mostly nerves. I think I’ll be a much better domme if I can play with Eddie a bunch of times and get over the giggles.

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