Bound at a BDSM Party

I forced open my eyes. It was pitch dark. “Where am I?” I thought to myself. My head was still spinning for the mixture of Grand Marnier, Bombay Sapphire and Ginger Ale.

I felt a pinch on my nipple as a nipple clip was attached to it and then the other as well. This was one of the rare times that I reversed the roles and agreed to be a sub for the session.

Around me, I could hear people moaning. There were at least two other subs that were together with me in the room. Their moaning was both sexual and sensual. I was turned on but my dick was soft. Tired from my late night of drinking on Saturday and lack of horniness as I had cum two days ago, my cock failed me at the critical moment.

My nipples were sore from the touching and pinching early. I was bounded to the chair with my hands behind my back. I had a leather hood on and I had absolutely no control of the situation, anyone who walked past me in the room could casually play with my dick, balls or tits in any way that pleased them.

It was my first time attending a BDSM party. Growing bored of a one-on-one session, I was excited when I received the invitation from a GWM master for the Sunday afternoon party.

I did not know what to expect but I told myself to go with an open mind and be open to new experiences. Lucky for me, one of my BDSM friends had attended similar parties by the same organizer and ensured that it would be a light manner affair and no one would be force to do things that he did not want to.

As my usual role these days is Dom, I indicated on the mailing list I was a Master. I kept my options open as to being dominated should there be not enough subs/slaves or if there were better Masters whom I could learn from.

When I arrived, there was arrived a handful of people in the room. Party attendees were friendly and we strike up causal conversations. It took me a while to recognize one of them as KnottyZac, a fellow Dom and long-term MSN chat friend.

Once everyone had arrived, the party organizer gave a short speech and briefing on what to expect and the rules of engagement. Masters were responsible for the safety and welfare of the slaves. Walking away from a bounded slave without proper handing over of instructions to the next masters was prohibited.

We had a round of introduction for our name/alias and preference of role during the party before we changed into our party gear – most in underwear or swim, with a few in leather harness and/or hood.

KnottyZac had brought his own slave for dog training. He changed into the army officer cadet’s physical training set of red singlet and shorts while his slave was geared up in a black latex wrestling suit that exposed his nipples and ass hole. After dog boy was hooded up and collared, Master KnottyZac gladly show off his latest collection to the group.

Another sub had also hooded up and collared up. He sat on the sofa while another Master tested the sensitive of his nipples. I went forward to join in to fondle him for warm-up. Both of his nipples were pierced. He moaned as I played with them and told me how sensitive his tits were after the piercing.

The place was small but it was still comfortable for the party of 15 people. There were three rooms for play – the common hall area, the bondage room with metal bars and the master bedroom with cuffs for spread eagle position.

I went into the bondage room and there were already two subs being tied up. One of them was an experienced bondage master who took joy in being bounded by another Dom once in a while. The other was a sub who was blindfolded. His cock was hard and pre-cum was leaking as nipple clamps were attached to his chest. I took his dick and stroke his cock head till he moaned in helplessness.

Inside the master bedroom another pair of master and slave were having a session.

I was minding my own business and enjoying the scene of actions happening when the party photographer asked if I would like to sub for him. Upon agreeing to his request, I was told to kneel while a gas mask was attached to my head. I placed my hands behind the back while my nipples enjoyed the torture of hard pinching.

Outside, the slave with the nipple piercing was restrained by wooden poles. His arms and legs were immobilized by a master. Nipple clamps with weight were applied to his tits. The sight of that sexy slave was the last imagine I saw before I found myself bounded.

I was handed over by another master who attached a collar to my neck. He sat on me as I was ordered to crawl to the bondage room.

Once inside the bondage room, my hands were tied to the bar above me. There was another slave inside the room and he was moaning between pleasure and torture, meanwhile, my legs were also tied to the metal poles and I found myself behind suspended in the air.

My nipples were tortured with clamps and weights and my moaning was muffled as a mouth gag was attached. My body was cruelly handled to the pleasure of the master dominating me. I was fucked while in suspension.

Seeing that the position of being suspended in air was getting more uncomfortable for me, the master untied me. I was ordered to maintain an arching position that exposed my torso for the master’s pleasure. It wasn’t an easy posture to maintain, even more so when my cock and balls were subjected to the dom’s torturing enjoyment.

It took some time before I was led out to the common hall area to be released. I had a few drinks of liquor with mixers to relax myself.

Around me, a leather master was spanking his slave. Inside the bedroom, a master bedroom was fucking his bounded slave. The dog boy was tied to the doorframe to endure CBT and TT.

After I had recovered, I found the slave with nipple piercing being tied spread eagle in the master bedroom. Clothes pegs were attached to his nipples and onto this dick head. I watched as he moaned while the master continued the training.

It didn’t take long before I was taken as a slave for a second time. I was bounded to a chair to receive cum control and nipple torture by two masters. I stroke the master’s knee as he played with my nipples. It was an indication that a sub could give to the master to show that he was all right and enjoying what was being done to him.

I was rewarded with a few sensational rubbing against the neck. And I was also forced to stretch my body backwards as the masters cruelly worked on my nipples and my cock. Having to stretch my body left me feeling helpless which turned me on even more and I was moaning all the time while I was being pinched by the master.  I was cum controlled and played like a toy for the enjoyment of the two doms.

I was finally given the permission by one of the masters to cum but he was cruel to deny me a full orgasm. Although I had released my load by I was not satisfied.

The entire party lasted for 3-4 hours.  I performed by last act of servitude by sucking on the cock of the two masters who had played with me. Everyone received a “happy ending” before we washed up and headed for dinner. 

From Muscle Boy to Cheap Meat - Part 2

"Sir, pre-cum extraction is pure torture to a man! Especially pre-cum that must be transparent and not mixed with white impurities. Are you going to make me count how many times I have been edged?"

We took a break on Saturday to recuperate and decided to meet on Sunday instead. Muscle Boy was feeling horny from not cumming on Friday night's training session, and requested that I met him before dinner for a quick "workout".

It was a request that I couldn't resist. 

When I arrived, Muscle Boy had just returned from his meetings but proudly show-off to me his latest collection - a bottle of Gun Oil Lubricant, which he had bought in Chinatown. 

I went ahead for my shower and ordered him to change into his slave attire. Muscle Boy was already prep up when I had finished my shower. This time, he was stripped down to his red undies. Blindfolded and ready to serve.

I walked up and leaned against his back, rubbing my nipples against his back while sniffing his neck. My hands slowly moved towards his nipples and gave them a hard pinch. Muscle Boy jumped at the unexpected movement. 

His cock was already hard by the time I touched it. I pulled down his red briefs and a steel cock ring greeted me, holding his dick and balls firmly in place. I hit against his cock to warm it up for the session.

Gym style training session began. I would edge Muscle Boy 10-15 times in a position (one set) and then change the position for another set of edging. The aim to was to do as many sets as possible within 45 minutes before we headed out for dinner. I was (physically) hungry but I was hungrier to watch my horny cheap meat suffer.

We started with the standing position with me standing behind him, rubbing my chin against his sensitive neck while edging him. Muscle Boy was made to count the times I edged him. If he counted too softly, he would be ordered to count again starting from zero. When he forgot the number of times he had been edged or counted wrongly, the statistics would be back to square one again.

Muscle Boy completed several sets before we washed up to go for dinner. He was edged in standing, squatting, kneeling position as well as having his hands tied behind his back while he sat on the study desk waiting to be examined and edged. 

Our real "main course" commerced after dinner was digested. The training for this part was the most intense. During the "en-tree" session earlier, Muscle Boy was given longer breaks between edging and shorter edging duration. The timings were now reversed as the edging would last longer and only rest of less than five seconds between the edging motion.

Boy was made to lie on the couch while he was secured to the sides of the furniture. As the edging intensified, his legs were struggling to break free from the ropes. 

"One, Sir. Thank you Sir... two, Sir... three..." he continued as I changed the sets. 

By now his dick was so hard and I was afraid it might eject anytime. Muscle Boy was leaking pre-cum uncontrollably and during over dinner he was mentioning that he felt like a cheap meat and sex toy while being used by me with totally no control over his dick and senses. 

I rotated him through several other positions before making him stand on his two feet with his hands behind the neck. I was feeling exhausted after an hour and half of cum controlling and edging him. He had been edged 60 times prior to dinner and another 100 times during our "main course" session. 

I felt his breathing becoming heavily but I refused to let him go slower. Muscle Boy's body gave in and shot out his semen. I stopped jerking him when his first shot of cum was ejected, refusing to give him the full orgasm. 

After his first ejection, Muscle Boy's dick was still begging for attention. I gave him a minute to rest before continuing the edging torture. 

All in all, he cum once (without really experiencing orgasm), leaked out his cum juice twice and numerous times of pre-cum flowing out during the two sessions that night. 

During our postmortem chat, Muscle Boy said that he didn't realize that he had shot his load, in fact he was even hornier than before. We agreed to end his trip with a sweet memory of a "dessert" session a week later. 

End note: Unfortunately, due to work commitments, he was unable to meet and I gave permission for him to jerk off on his own when he was back in Hong Kong.