Being your kinky entertainment

Being your kinky entertainment

A pre-orgasmic fantasy journey

Being your kinky entertainmentWe’re at an evening event. The lights are up but they are muted, soft and from elegant chandeliers. The social occasion has an air of sophistication tainted with kinky decadence and latent sexuality. Aware, confident yet raw sexuality. The house it is set in has many rooms, all leading to a main, lounge style room, with wide pillars and dark coloured, emotive soft furnishings. Plush corner seating and settees, almost like beds.

You and he are hosting the event, many friends, socialites and even professional acquaintances are in attendance. There is a masquerade theme so people are only barely recognisable to me, if at all. Of course I strain to see at all and mostly I am merely sensing movements from the position and predicament I am in…

The party piece is set in suspension from the centre of the main room, filled with milling people toting champagne flutes and crudely ignoring the blank faced staff proffering hors d’ouvres and other accoutrements upon high held silver platters.

Suspended with severe rope, wide yet tight. Formed intricately yet deliberately abrasively over naked flesh, in a way to yield my body for maximum kinky viewing at a height just above eye level for most. What is at eye level is all together different…

Arms in an arm binder behind my back, posture collar grasping my throat and refusing to let my head slip even an inch downwards. My long dark tresses embedded into the Shibari style body harness and the padlock on both collar and arm binder ensuring I know my place and am held in it for however either of you wishes…

A cruelly crafted open mouth gag formed with side hooks and internal ratchet jaw spreader keeps my mouth wide, so wide apart. Positioned, suspended, my legs dangle over two parallel, padded leather covered beams, thicker rope yet hoisting in a triangular effect from beneath them and affixing to a singular point on a strong ceiling juncture made for this purpose. Strung along the length of the ceiling, placed behind smooth metal hooks and strung down to where there is a wheel which is turned, ship style, for a choice of which level I stop at.

Legs dangling, yes…. pussy waxed soft, smooth. Lips pouting and glistening, puffy from exposure and kinky anticipation. The large glass diamante finished plug that he favours casting a central glint from beneath and reminding me of the stretched slut that I am. Also keeping me ready for it to be whisked away and replaced by a thick, anal-slut-hungry cock. Or two.

I’ve been warned not to spill a drop of juice onto the pristine floor beneath, or public humiliation will follow. Just like the last time but worse… wrists and ankles bound beneath one wide padded beam suspended just above the ground for rounds of what started with spanking, slapping, spitting… moving on to whippings, canings and mystery hard rough fuckings that left me bruised, bleeding, stretched and crying my eyes puffy and leaving my lips parched and stretched around the inflated bulb filling my stifled, moaning mouth.

So no… no dripping tonight. No making a messy slut puddle on the floor in front of the guests. Pets must learn to behave themselves in company and show how well behaved they are. Which of course makes the control of that threatening tide all the more difficult… but you know this already.

Set in position. Legs spread. Pussy ripe and exposed. Ass plugged and stretched. Mouth open and stretched. Head upright. Hair in tight plaited bondage. Shoulders forced awkwardly backwards by the arm binder which in turn juts out my naked breasts which have been segmented, framed and tightly forced outwards in a cartoon style caricature of this sensitive area of femininity, colour darkening and nipples taut, hard, bristling with the humiliation. Sensitive to the slightest breeze… or lightest breath.

There is space enough between the parallel bars for people to walk between. Almost at mouth height…

Once the kinky games begin for the evening you and he will decide at which level you wish to set the suspension. Which level parts of me are accessible for you and/or the guests.

Good hosts don’t leave their guests disappointed, after all…

 

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