It was, how to say, a peculiar party that Kayla came to. She was warned that it would be a BDSM tea party, but this wasn’t what she expected.
One of her coworkers, Bridget, mentioned having a tea party with some of her other ladyfriends, and Kayla wanted to come. The fact that Bridget gave a somewhat patronizing smile and said ‘Honey, this may be a bit too intense for you’ just inspired her to come.
Still, it did seem, in fact a bit too intense for her.
Opening the door to Bridget’s apartment was a young man with muscles – a bodybuilder type, with beautiful golden locks and bright blue eyes, wearing nothing but a collar, a bow-tie, and an extremely small pair of black boxers which showed off that he had a rather tight package. Looking over, Bridget saw her and instantly lit up, standing up and walking away from the other four ladies there.
Kayla was used to seeing Bridget in a suit-dress and glasses, with her long graying hair halfway down her back. What she saw now though was a woman clad in black PVC, with a corset showing off her curves and tall black boots with heels that caused the shorter woman to tower over Kayla. The other women there were similarly dressed, but she didn’t have time to react before Bridget grabbed her and pulled her into a hug before letting go and grasping her hands, giving her a bright smile.
“So wonderful to see you here,” she said, before inviting her in. “Everyone, I want to introduce my work sister, Kayla!”
The other women, clad in leather and PVC, with fishnets and elaborate outfits all smiled, and invited Kayla to join them. Here, the woman dressed in a simple red dress felt… under-dressed, and out of place. The men of the party were thoroughly under-dressed, too. All of them wore collars. All of them wore tight boxers. None of them wore anything else. Sitting down with the group, Kayla tried not to look at anyone in embarrassment. She hadn’t been expecting it to be so intense – and while part of her wanted to run away, she more so felt envious. Envious of Bridget’s confidence. Envious of one of the other women who was talking about her day while getting a massage from a young man who would go back and forth between massaging her feet, and running kisses up from her ankle to her knee.
Envious of the way that one man with brown eyes poured tea and then kissed the hand of Bridget, before… turning to her.
“Madame,” he said politely, holding a tray with several fine porcelain cups and a kettle balanced on one hand. “Would you care for some yellow saffron tea?” he asked. Kayla nearly jumped, having been eyeing him lewdly, admiring his muscles, admiring the poise and confidence that he showed, while remaining deferring. “Y-yes please,” she said, startled. Slowly, the man set the tray down and poured her some tea while kneeling. She found herself impressed by most of the men there, all of them well-built. All, except…
She was surprised to see one man who, rather than in boxers, was actually in nothing at all. He was on something akin to an extra wide massage bed, facing upwards. Black hair with a little bit of silver. A gag in his mouth, and blindfold over his eyes. He was well-built, strong, with just a little bit of a gut. Moreover, he was completely nude; his cock standing straight up, throbbing lightly. Other than the fact that one lady was using his chest as a chair, nobody seemed to really pay attention to the fact that there was a tied up man laying there, legs spread. In fact, when she focused on him, she could hear that under that gag, he was humming. Kayla couldn’t help but find it a bit funny that there was a man just laying there, hard as a rock without a care in the world, humming away.
“Are you eyeing my husband?” asked Bridget, who brought her back from her lack of focus in time for her to receive a cup of tea from a young man. Idly, her coworker sat up, and walked over to the man who was tied up, and shamelessly, wordlessly grabbed him by the cock. His entire body seized up a little, and she softly stroked it. “I brought him here in case anybody needed a ride. Just a warning, though, he may be tied down, but that’s because he’s a bit too intense for most girls,” Bridget said, almost challenging her.
“You can say that again,” said one woman, older and chubby who fanned herself theatrically before softly tilting a hand towards one of the submissive young men around them, drawing him to grab the cup of tea by her and bringing it to her lips. Kayla watched in envy as the submissive softly placed his fingers on her chin and lifted them and the cup in time, causing her to sip the tea. She also envied the woman’s guts and charisma when, afterwards, she softly pet the man’s head, before giving him a firm slap on the ass, causing him to turn back for brief moment with a grin.
Kayla sipped the tea; enjoying the taste of the expensive herbs. She was in a world unlike any that she had been in before; she didn’t know what it was like to be a dominant, didn’t know what it was like to admire the attention of all these men. Slowly, she stood up, approaching Bridget’s tied down husband.
“… May I?” she asked quietly to which Bridget gave a soft smile and nodded.
“You may,” was the woman’s reply, letting her husband go. Slowly, Kayla knelt down and looked at the man who her coworker married. Here he was, being shared. Looking close, she could see that her coworker’s husband wasn’t just hard, he was massive; a long, hard, girthy 8 inch cock, glistening with precum. It throbbed in time with what she imagined was his heartbeat. Looking up, she examined his body, to which the woman sitting on him politely got off so she could check the older man out. It was a powerful body, with broad shoulders and a little bit of a gut. His arms had been tied to the underside of the massage table, keeping him from squirming. Putting a hand on his chest, she could feel strong muscle. Looking at his arms and legs, they were huge.
Right here there was a nearly two-meter tall mountain of a man, with muscles, power, and a massive cock, and here he was; he had willingly submitted himself to be played with, or teased, or possibly even hurt – by the red welts she noted on his thighs – and he endured it all, not with his pride hurt, but even while humming playfully.
The thought of having such a strong, masculine creature under her touch and control turned her on a little bit, and suddenly she understood Bridget a little better. Reaching up, she caressed his chest, watching the way his cock moved, and his scrotum contracted, his balls tightening a bit. Reaching up, she took the base of his cock in her dainty hand and looked at Bridget, who gave her an approving look.
Without another word, she slipped that cock in between her lips, and enjoyed it. His precum tasted sweet; much like he had enjoyed a lot of fruit and pineapple. She could feel the warmth of his cock throbbing inside of her, although it was too big for her to get it too far down. His hips pushed upwards, forcing his cock a little deeper into her throat, and she dug her nails into his hips. She tried to push him all the way into her throat, but she just couldn’t; she couldn’t deep throat that massive cock. The way that his hips moved, thrusting up softly as best they could despite him being tied down told her that he wasn’t the type to just lay still. Slowly, she pulled her lips off, looking at him hesitantly. The feeling of a cock in her mouth was one she hadn’t had in a while, and it excited her. Without any warning, she then leaned in, taking him as deep as she could, admiring the low, growly moan that she heard muffled through the gag on him before she pulled back.
Looking again at Bridget, she asked “May I…” gesturing down to her crotch, not really knowing how to ask ‘can I fuck your tied up husband?’
Politely, the mature dominant smiled and bowed. “He’s a toy to be used as my guests want,” she said, without taking her eyes off her friend.
“Go for it!” one of the other dominants said, as several of them cheered her on. Kayla felt beet red, and while she considered changing her mind, having never had sex in front of anyone before, the thought was new, exciting, and fun. Just as it was a fun idea just to see why he needed to be tied down. Slowly, Kayla removed her panties, stepping out of them; she didn’t feel comfortable taking her dress off.
Carefully, she straddled him, rubbing her body against his. She pressed herself on his cock, letting it rub between the thighs of her vulva as she ground against him. Warmth and pleasure spiked through her as the head of his cock pressed up on her clit, and she rubbed it on him. She felt the man’s breath grew a little hitched, but he maintained his calm, desperately trying not to squirm.
Reaching down, Kayla grabbed that hard, thick cock and slowly lifted her hips, guiding it so the head would rub between the lips of her vulva, until she found the right angle and lowered herself on him.
Immediately, when she did she felt a rush of joy, the warmth that came from the first thrust. She felt him throbbing inside of her and her nails dug softly into his shoulders as a tiny, high pitched squeal of pleasure escaped her. Slowly, she began to lift herself up and lower herself on him, feeling her pussy stretch every time she let her body fall on his.
For his credit, he didn’t just stay still; despite not being the top, he began to thrust up into her, began grinding. He timed his movements so every time she fell onto him, he pushed upwards. The feeling of her falls driving him deeper drove Kayla to higher pleasure. Her breasts heaved and a soft moan escaped her lips. Her nails in his shoulders dug harder as she leaned forward on top of him. She began to grind harder and harder.
The man drove himself up into her, mercilessly, tirelessly. He seemed to get harder as he thrusted up into her, his cock getting hotter and harder with every thrust. Her knees felt weak and her body trembled, and she couldn’t keep herself upright.
Leaning against him, she realized what her mistake was. When he had more room to move, more room to take over, suddenly she wasn’t in control anymore. Even without his arms, his hips were powerful, and they immediately used their leverage, thrusting up and into her, harder and harder. He slammed her pussy almost violently, fucking her from underneath, causing her soft moans to become screams. She felt his cock seem to get bigger as she clamped down on him, felt a rush of pleasure and heat, before a scream was ripped from her mouth.
Her pussy gushed, sprayed the tied up bottom with cum while he pounded her, his breath ragged under the gag, her breath having moans forced. He hit her G-spot and kept pounding away at her, finding the right angle to drive himself up into her viciously. He took control by pounding her so hard she couldn’t think, she couldn’t move. Before she knew what he was doing, another orgasm ripped through her, Kayla’s entire body seizing up and shaking. He didn’t get her any reprieve though, he kept driving himself up into her.
Kayla could feel his cock getting harder. She knew his balls were tightening, and the sound that was barely muffled by the gag went from moans to growls. The sound of their bodies colliding ripped through the room, as all the dominants and submissives were quiet. She tried to sit up but couldn’t; when she pushed up, she felt another orgasm rip through her and weaken her. She laid atop the man as his orgasm was building, as his thrusts were more brutal, as he was about to fill her with cum.
And she wanted the feeling. Right now, she wanted his hot, thick, sticky cum deep inside her pussy. She wanted to feel just how hard his cock, already throbbing and pulsing so hard it was practically expanding inside of her, would beat as he came. She wanted to feel it as it grew rock hard. She knew it was coming. The thought of him cumming inside of her was nearly enough to make her cum again by itself.
So just before he could, at the last minute she forced herself off of him, rolling off of his body, off of the massage bed. Helplessly, he kept thrusting and bucking, trying to find her, but blindfolded, helpless, his growls and moans turned to whimpers, as Kayla let the aftershocks of an orgasm rip through her, leaving her trembling.
When Kayla came to, she found that she had her head in Bridget’s lap, the woman looking terrified and concerned. Kayla didn’t mind, though. Her head was full of bliss and pleasure, and she gave a soft grin as the man who was tied down had stopped struggling, but his humming had turned to whimpering.
Kayla knew she had to reassure her friend that everything was okay. “We shouldn’t let subs orgasm if they don’t ask for permission, right?” The entire room broke into laughter, as Bridget grabbed her and gave her a hug, pulling the younger woman’s head against her chest. “Does anyone have more tea?” Kayla asked, suddenly a lot more relaxed.
She got the feeling she would be enjoying Bridget’s parties, even if she had a lot more to learn.