I stink like a whorehouse

That is the most accurate way to discribe me right now. Off to shower and blog after. 

Ah, smelling good again. My whole body hurts, but it’s a good used kind of pain.

Last night:

Party #1…..95degrees, humid, the type of night you could cook an egg on the side walk in nyc. Met up with Sir and we get there…..no central air! Only window units. It was small and crowded. I put my corset on with the help of a girl needing a light.

Off to the main room. The thing I like about this one party is that we know people. At least 10 as we walk in. Plus we always meet more, it’s a friendly, educated group. The majority of the people can actually hold a conversation and are pleasant to look at. The problem still the heat. After about 2 hours 7 of us gave up. It was hot, no room to play and there was another party just up the street.

So into the car we went.

The machine guy told me a couple of stories about the Dom that runs the party and they were not warm and fuzzy.

The space was beautiful. An old opulent CHINESE restaurant. Lots of equipment. Plenty of space to play. Even a secluded outdoor space. Most importantly….air conditioning.

The downside, the people were scary! Lots of trash, lots of ghetto doms, an insane amout of drugs. I walked into the bathroom, the toilet covered in blood and heroin bags littered the floor. That brought me back to the days of the 90’s parties and the reasons I stopped going. So I held my pee most of the night. 

I knew Sir was with me and we had our own group, so no socialization was needed. I said a quick hello to the leader of my neighborhood munch and quickly left that room as some really scary people headed in.

We were with FG, her Dom and their poly coupl f and s from Brazil. Highly educated and very senual.

I hardly ever know how play starts, my subspace erasing time. 

I remember watching a scene with FG in a school girl skirt and her being punished and tied up. It was playful and cute, but the Dm was an ass and tried to stop it. I guess role play and brattyness are hard limits, but blood and drugs were ok.

Maybe nipples? Idk but some how f and I ended up kissing. That was all it took and about 80 orgasms later I was on the floor well used and floating. My ass sore, there was flogging, whipping, a belt, something really thuddy that I can identify, but more importantly there was Sir and a great connection with another submissive. 

At the wnd of the night we closed down the party having our last scenes as the rigger was packing up. Off to a diner where everyone but me ate, I just slept, sitting up.

Then home to show Sir the new place. The sun fully up in the sky. We cuddled and fell asleep.

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