It’s hot lately. Literally. It’s been humid and oppressive the past couple of days. Unfortunately swing clubs aren’t always adequately cooled in the summer.
MasterDoc and I went out last night. I was really looking forward to it as it’s the party that combines kink and swinging. (Sings: “These are a few of my favorite things!”) We packed up a bunch of toys and went to the club. Unfortunately, on the way there he remembered the one thing we forgot to pack – my collar. Noooo! I figured I’d be able to get in the mindset anyway, but it’s funny the difference having that piece of leather around my neck makes. We were far enough along that it didn’t make sense to go back, so we did without it for the evening. Made me a little sad though, I like wearing my collar. It really does help me get in the right mindset and when we’re at a kink event I like it being clear that I belong to someone. I’m proud being out and about as his sub.
We popped into a couple of peep show places, trying to get up to no good in the booths, but we were chased out. No fun! We gave up on those and went on to the club.
The club was warm. Between not having my collar and me feeling like a gross, sweaty pig, I had a hard time getting my head in the right space. I felt cranky, and self-conscious. I wanted to enjoy the night (and especially didn’t want to ruin it for MasterDoc since he paid for us to go to this party) so I tried to get past those feelings. It took me a little while though.
After hanging out for a bit, he put me on the cross and started spanking, and flogging me. I already had bruises from the day before and I think they got even more pronounced after the second beating. (MasterDoc doesn’t like putting bruises on top of bruises, and he’s the doctor so I trust his thoughts on this. He hadn’t remembered/realized that I was bruised from the beating on Friday.) I was still in that sweaty, icky state of mind so I didn’t enjoy it as much as I usually do. The flogging with the heavy flogger felt good, but I was so preoccupied with feeling icky. Now, sweaty sex can be cool but I don’t like feeling sweaty and sticky before the sex has even happened, especially if said potential sex could be with new people.
Here’s a photo of my bruises for you all to enjoy:
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I had a couple of drinks and we wandered around a bit. We ended up in the open area with all the mattresses on the floor. We fooled around a bit but I was having a hard time still. Things changed when we talked about the idea of staying or going home, and I made a firm decision that I wanted to stay and try to get in the right mindset. I was going to try my best. MasterDoc gave me my bullet vibe and had me play with myself. He sucked on my nipples, drawing one up into his mouth and lifting the breast with the suction. I managed to, finally, get in the right frame of mind.
He decided to do sixty-nine and had me straddle his head. I sucked his cock until it was nice and hard. He played around with putting the bullet vibe in his mouth while going down on me. It was interesting but I couldn’t quite tell what he was doing. Sucking his cock helped get me more in the right mindset… it’s kinda comforting, like having a pacifier. lol It gives me something to focus on – I found it comforting on Friday when we had that guest over. He had me get on top and ride him, and that’s when I really got into the sex. I wish the club wasn’t so loud (loud music) because I was moaning like crazy but who the hell could hear it? I begged him for permission to come and he had me beg louder so people could hear. I said it loudly and he gave me permission and of course I had an orgasm. He got himself firmly inside me just as he gave permission, because my vaginal muscles have that “auto-eject” feature when I come. We relaxed a bit after, by this time being truly sweaty.
I don’t think we played more after that, although we did watch some hot action go on between two hot women. (Although we debated whether the women were paid to be with the guy they were with.) There was some hot girl on girl action to watch, and another woman joined in at one point (her man left sitting on the sidelines, poor guy).
When he decided to head home, another trip to peep show booths was in order. The stores near the swing club are decidedly more relaxed about the whole “one person per booth” rule. We went into a booth and put in a dollar. He had me sit in the seat and go down on him while he pushed the button to get the window shade into the next booth to go up. I could feel the guy from next door try to stroke my ass through the slit in the wall. I think this was the hottest part of the evening though, I felt so naughty blowing him in front of a complete stranger in a peep show booth like that. Then he had me stand up, pull my pants and panties down, and he fingered me while the guy watched. The guy put his dick through the slit in the wall and MasterDoc asked if I wanted to stroke him. I said sure, and really enjoyed the idea of stroking the cock of some totally anonymous guy. I probably made his night. MasterDoc fingered me until I was so close to coming, and then he didn’t let me come. We headed home.
In the morning I did some cleaning after breakfast. He inspected my bruises and took a couple of photos (not the one here, I had Davey take that one). Because of the bruises he decided that we would fuck rather than have any sort of beating today. We went into the living room and put porn on. I sucked his cock until it was hard. Then he had me use my bullet vibe to get myself warmed up for him. When I was ready to be fucked, he took me from behind. I kept playing with the vibe on my clit while he fucked me (turns out he had neglected to tell me to turn it off, but he really had intended me only to use it to get warmed up). I got so hot, and so horny. I desperately wanted to come. I begged to be allowed to come. I pleaded. I rode the edge for so long. But no luck. I had forgotten to thank him for my orgasms on Friday, so for punishment I wasn’t allowed to come today. We tried a couple more positions, and were doing a sort of reverse cowgirl while he sat in a chair, and he (somewhat cruelly) said that if I could come in that position I was allowed to come. There was no way this was happening as my knees couldn’t support me in the position. I couldn’t keep going for more than a minute, let alone get myself to the point of coming. *sigh* Frustration. I cursed my bad knees afterwards. He fucked me some more over the couch, but it was just about time for me to head home to Davey.
When I got home to Davey, I told him he needed to take photos of my bruised ass. This of course led to sex (hey I was nearly naked already). We fooled around, fucked, and I still desperately wanted to come, but it was not happening. Finally, we hit upon the right combination – bullet vibe on my clit and a finger up my ass. Yes. Sweet release!
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