The Dungeon Party

I won't bore you with all the details of the last dungeon party Mistress and I attended. But I will tell you what it was like for me...

It was a dark and stormy night... No wait. It was clear as I recall, but I bet I got your attention.

Anyway, when I was preparing for the party, I asked Mistress if there was anything special she wanted me to wear. She told me to just wear whatever I wanted. Usually she tells me precisely what to put on, so I was a little surprised. However, that was nothing compared to the surprise I got when we finally pulled up into our friends driveway that night.

As mentioned, the party was at friend's house. Their basement has been converted into a very nicely equipped dungeon. The upstairs is for mingling with others while the downstairs is for playing (BDSM style, that is).

Anyway, once Mistress had parked the car, she put a blindfold over my eyes and told me that I was not allowed to remove it during the entire party. The first thought that went through my head was, how am I going to eat? They always have such wonderful food at these parties. Anyway, once inside, we were greeted by the host and hostess (the owners of the house). Mistress took me straight to the bathroom and ordered me to strip. Strip? Naked? Who, me? She had never done that to me before so I was a bit reluctant. Mistress yanked my pants down to my knees and smacked my bottom very hard. I got the point. I quickly undressed and she took my clothes from me.

She put a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists and fastened them behind my back (something she does any time my cock cage is removed). Then she unlocked and removed my cage. I was standing in the bathroom totally naked. Mistress then clipped a leash to my collar and ordered me to follow her. I mean, how could I not? After all, I was blind and naked except for my collar and leash.

As it turns out (planned I am sure), we were among the first to arrive (hence the driveway parking). Mistress posted me by the door and told me to greet everyone as they arrived. She hung a sign around my neck. I found out from one of the guests that it read, “Please keep me hard. But I am not allowed to cum.” During the evening, Mistress kept me close to her but not always right next to her. I know that there were times when she was not near me, but I also knew that she was watching me.

All night long, people would fondle my cock and/or balls, or my ass or nipples. They were doing their best to keep my cock hard. They were succeeding for the most part. Mistress never took me to the dungeon, electing to leave me in the living room most of the time. However, I am sure there were times when she, herself, visited the dungeon from time to time.

By the time the party was over, I felt extremely humiliated. I mean, I had no idea, sometimes, who was playing with my body parts. There were men and women both fondling my cock at various times, but I couldn't always tell which. Also, there were a few people whom I had not met before the party so there were some strangers fondling me on top of everything else.

All in all, I had a really great time and once we were home again, Mistress made me stand on the front porch and masturbate. I was still blindfolded at that point. After I came, Mistress removed the blindfold and made me drink the cum she had so thoughtfully caught in a small glass for me.

If you ever get to attend any dungeon parties, I hope you, too, can have an experience as wonderful as mine.

nemo