A New Level of Kinkiness
(Posted on Tuesday, July 31, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously.

My current boyfriend is one of the kinkiest guys whom I've ever known and I love it! But what happened to me the other night was one of the kinkiest times that I've ever experienced, and it happened without his knowledge. I'm tempted to tell him what happened, but I'm afraid that if I tell him, he might not understand and end our relationship. I'd hate to lose him because he's such a great lover and I've fallen in love with him. So for now at least, my little secret is going to stay a secret. My boyfriend is not normally the jealous type, and in fact, he loves to watch other people make love to me. But since he loves being in control and running things his way, as our friends agreed, he might get jealous if he found out what happened since he wasn't the one controlling things. And to think that this whole thing happened by accident!

Like my boyfriend, I really love bondage games! I also love having my feet played with, which works out great since my boyfriend has a major foot fetish going on. Sexually, we are a match made in heaven. He's dominant and I'm submissive. Because my boyfriend is a musician, he's out of town a lot. But I'm used to it. It makes our love-making that much more intense when he gets home. I'm always looking forward to when he comes home. I'm always willing and able to please him and I'm always anxious to have kinky things done to me. That was my downfall, my weakness, that got me into trouble.

It all started early one evening when I decided to accompany my girlfriend and her boyfriend to a private dungeon hangout that my boyfriend and I visit regularly. I wasn't going there to do anything myself, and since I was getting in for free and knew that I would have fun watching, I readily accepted the invitation to hang out with them.

This private dungeon was located on the grounds of a wealthy entertainment executive who was always gracious to his guests. He only had two main rules to follow. One was that any and all sex had to be consensual. The other rule was that any and all sex had to be safe. Safe and consensual. That was it. There were a number of different rooms in his place, the playrooms as they were called, all of which had various themes.

So-called safe words were easy to remember because they were what they were. Stop meant, "stop," no more meant, "no more," and so on and so forth. The only exceptions to this easy rule were those rooms that were meant for kinky purposes such as rape play or kidnapping play, or something of that nature. Those rooms were provided so that someone could give serious impetus to words such as, "stop" and "no more" and be able to still play the game without those words having their real meaning.

Even then a person could stop the game by simply making their intentions clear. I've seen women yelling out, "Stop! Stop!" during a roleplaying game when it continued as it was meant to because they were actually roleplaying, and then having the same women say the same thing later on, but usually in a calmer tone of voice to seriously stop the game. Or they would be unable to be calm about it, and yet, it became abundantly clear that they wanted the game to stop and it would.

That was the other rule. It was an assumed one that didn't need to be explained because it was common sense. If somebody wanted you to stop, you would stop. And if you didn't understand the difference, then you didn't belong. The host of this wonderfully kinky get-a-way personally screened participants and took great pains to ensure that everyone was having the fun that was intended. This host was also very discreet which came in handy during awkward moments.

So there I was that evening with my girlfriend and her boyfriend. All in all, there were about 50 people that evening. Most of them were couples. After we got there, the three of us showered and relaxed in one of the outdoor jacuzzi's. People were coming and going. Eventually my girlfriend and her boyfriend took off to visit one of the rooms and I was left by myself.

I was hardly by myself, though, as other people strolled in and out of the jacuzzi as time went on. There were a number of jacuzzi's on the grounds, too, so it was possible to not actually see or talk to everyone in just one evening. I had a few conversations with people and open inviations to join some in one of the semi-private rooms, but I was enjoying my independence. Besides, it was so relaxing in that jacuzzi! I stayed there for a long while.

At some point I realized just how shriveled up my skin had become. I was like a prune! By then, it was almost midnight. We never decided on a specific time to leave, but I knew that I could leave anytime if I wanted to go. All I needed to do was to hunt down my girlfriend and let her know. They were supposed to do the same with me when they were ready to leave.

Curious, I sauntered over to some of the rooms to see what was going on. As this was generally a place for bondage fetishists, many of the rooms were occupied by a number of people acting out their bondage fantasies. I was surprised to note that a number of the rooms were completely empty. I was actually more fascinated by the empty rooms than I was with those that were occupied. One room in particular caught my eye because of its theme. It was one of a couple of tickle rooms that of course had bondage equipment in it, along with various feathers and vibrators.

The room itself was rather dark, lit by candles all around and it was carpeted. In the center of the room was a bondage contraption with plush leather upholstery adorning its frame. It was framed in such a way that if a person were to lie down upon it either face down or face up, they could have their most private parts exposed and still have plenty of comforting support. I had never seen this particular piece of bondage equipment before even though I had already been to this place a number of times. Most of those times I had spent in the jacuzzi with my boyfriend who later took me to rooms with simple bondage beds in them. This intrigued me.

Especially since it appeared that everybody had settled down into a room of their choice, or they had left and nobody was roaming around, I began to fantasize about being strapped down into the bondage frame. As I wondered what it might be like to have my boyfriend discover me all bound and helpless, some wild ideas entered my mind. Being alone, I couldn't do more than play the game by myself. I gave some serious thought of indulging myself by taking up one of the invitations that had been given to me earlier, but at this point I figured that I might be horning in on somebody else's fun and games, so I stayed in the room by myself.

Suddenly I heard somebody say, "You look beautiful."

Startled, I turned around and said, "thank you" as my towel dropped away from my body. "Whoops," I added as I stooped down to pick it up.

"No, don't. Leave it there," the man's voice said. "You look better without it."

As if I was a deer caught in some headlights, I obeyed his wishes. Then I noticed who it was. "Oh, hi," I said to the older man who had spent some time with me in the jacuzzi earlier that evening. I had already forgotten his name.

"So, are you ready for another foot massage?" He asked.

He had given me a pretty terrific foot massage earlier and had made me feel really good with the nice comments that he had made about my feet. I always took special care of my feet, in large part because of my boyfriend, but also because I liked the way that my feet looked and wanted to keep them in perfect condition. I have size 8 1/2 feet with high arches, wrinkly soft soles, and toes that are perfectly proportioned and always pedicured. While candy-apple red is not really my favorite color, I had painted them that way just the night before. I knew that I was coming to this place and usually bumped into guys with foot fetishes whose favorite color always seemed to be candy-apple red.

Never one to turn down a foot massage, I happily accepted by saying, "I'm always ready for a foot massage. Should we go back out to the jacuzzi?"

"We could, but then I thought that I'd make your foot massage more erotic. If it's okay with you, that is."

"Erotic?" I said to him out loud, not really noticing that I had spoken.

"Sure," he said to me with a knowing look on his face. "Like your boyfriend does."

"My boyfriend?" I queried.

"He likes to watch, doesn't he?" The man asked.

Without giving it much thought I just answered back, "Yes, he loves to watch."

"Then let's give him something to watch," he cooed. He walked over to me and whispered into my ear and asked, "Is he watching now? Is he next door looking into the room right now?"

I don't know why I said it, but I answered him, "He might be."

"Then kick off your flip-flops and let's give him a good show," he said.

Since my towel had dropped off of my body, the only thing that I was wearing were my flip-flops.

"Just lay face down right here," he said as he pointed to the bondage contraption right next to me, "and we'll get started with your foot massage."

"Face down?" I asked him as if I was a deer caught in headlights again.

"Sure, let's show off the soles of your sexy feet," he said.

I kicked off my flip-flops and laid face down onto the soft leather supports. There was an opening for my upper torso which made my breasts show through. My breasts are slightly smaller than I wished, at a 34b cup, but they are pretty firm and my nipples can grown rather large when I get excited. Looking down, I could see that my nipples were already standing erect at about a 1/2 inch. They almost hurt.

"Comfortable?" The man asked.

"Yes," I told him as I was very comfortable. But my head was spinning. "What was I getting myself into," I thought to myself. Then I thought of my boyfriend and could visually see his hard-on as I saw him in my mind getting excited by what this man might do to me. I was getting excited, too and started to play along with the game even though I wasn't giving it with much thought.

"Hmmm, you are so gorgeous," he said to me as he gently grabbed onto both of my wrists.

Subconsciously, I had crossed my wrists over one another. Instinctively, I pulled away, or tried to pull my wrists away from this man, but he held onto them firmly.

"No, no," I said outloud in a feeble voice, "what will my boyfriend say?"

"You know that he's getting hard right now," he said. "You know how he loves to watch," he continued.

Looking up a little from where I was laying, I could see that this man's cock was already rock hard. Within seconds his hard cock poked through his towel. It seemed to get even harder as he continued to play out this game.

"What are you going to do to me," I asked in mock protest. My mind was into this erotic bondage game and I was getting wet. I could feel my juices start to drip from my pussy.

"I'm going to do whatever your boyfriend wants me to do," he told me. Searching for some direction, he asked, "What do you think that he wants me to do to you right now?"

I didn't answer. I wasn't comfortable giving directions, and frankly, I got more turned on when there wasn't much talking going on.

He must have sensed this because he contined by saying, "I'm going to do whatever I want to do to you," and then he said the magic words. "I'm going to make you cum!"

I gasped out loud, "No, no."

"Yes, I'm going to make you cum and you can't stop me," he said as he secured the velcro straps around my wrists.

Immediately after securing my wrists, another man walked into the room.

"Ah," said the first guy, "your boyfriend is here to watch me make you cum."

It suddenly dawned on me that this other man was who this first guy was talking about when he mentioned my boyfriend.

"He's not my boyfriend," I explained.

"Ohh, that's kinky," the man said.

The other man agreed, "Yes it is."

"So where is your boyfriend?" The first man asked.

"He's not here," I admitted. "He's on the road."

"And you let yourself get tied up?" The first man asked. "You naughty girl. Now we really are going to have to take advantage of you," he continued as he proceeded to secure the rest of my body to the bondage frame. By now a few more people had entered the room.

"Where did these people come from?" I wondered to myself. I had thought that everybody was busy. Even my girlfriend and her boyfriend came into the room.

I only made mock protests, albeit seemingly real, as they bound my ankles and legs securely to the padded bondage frame. I was really getting very wet by the time anybody started to actually stimulate me. I was especially turned on whenever I would notice that my girlfriend would hover nearby, or even stimulate me herself sometimes. She had never overtly played with me sexually, but occasionally she'd let it be known that she was sexually attracted to me and curious about what it might be like.

At some point a blindfold was placed over my eyes, but before I was blindfolded I saw that there were at least 7 or 8 guys in the room and 3 or 4 women. I was tickled, licked, sucked and made love to in and on every part of my body. I was unbelievable horny and grateful that my girlfriend was there to watch over me. The only thing that I didn't want done to me was anal intercourse, though my ass was played with quite a lot, which I enjoyed.

My girlfriend knew of my personal limits, though at one point they each took turns to spank me for my birthday. Even though it wasn't my birthday, and I wasn't particularly into having my ass spanked, the spankings ended up being pretty sensual. I was surprised. I was also surprised at the intensity of my orgasms. When I get really turned on, I am multi-orgasmic, but never before in my life had I experienced such mind blowing orgasms. My climaxes were so intense that my body literally shook and I was oftentimes breathless.

My girlfriend kept asking me is I was okay. At times I would almost cry out that I was fine, but that I didn't know if I could take any more. It was almost a game to some of those in the room to get me to cum as hard and fast as they could. Sometimes the most unbearable thing was when they would play these orgasm control games. Whomever was doing whatever to me certainly knew what they were doing. While I had experienced female ejaculations before (rarely and only with my boyfriend), I had never had more than one in any given period of time. I had at least 3 or 4 female ejaculations in the period of time that they had total control over my bound and naked body.

In the end, as people started to leave, my blindfold was taken off. My girlfriend, her boyfriend and another couple whom they had been with earlier in another room, stayed with me to bring me to a number of mostly gentle climaxes. Each of the guys had foot fetishes, so they spent a lot of time at my feet stimulating each of my toes and my soles. Each of the guys also fucked my soles after tying my legs and ankles together.

It was almost 3:30 a.m. when we left our host who had already gone to bed. My friends and I decided not to tell my boyfriend about that night. They explained that, if and when the time was right, we'd try to repeat the evening another time with my boyfriend present so that it could be his idea. In the meantime, my girlfriends and her boyfriend promised to treat me to a lot of great foot fetish times, discreetly of course, whenever the three of us could get the chance.

As I mentioned before, my boyfriend is on the road a lot.  :-)