The Fetish Party and Femdom Sex Dungeon

 The party was in full swing by the time I arrived. Held once every month in a mansion on the hills, a fetish enthusiast couple holds gatherings where food, drink and fantastic debauchery are the themes of the evening. I parked up, entered through the open front door and took in the room. It was a large, dimly lit open studio setup where classical music was playing in the background and pockets of people were in circles, chatting about whatever it is you do at these types of events.

I busied myself by milling about, checking out the various pieces of art on the wall and checking out the swimming pool out back. I must admit – though my interest in BDSM, femdom and other alternative sexual practices was strong, I lacked a little confidence as I was just your everyday kind of guy. While contemplating my visit to the party, a 40-something lady came out to join me as I looked at the stars and city below us.

“Having fun?” – She looked gorgeous for an older woman. Such a wonderful figure and a pair of breasts busting out a corset that were begging for attention.

“It’s a lovely place here, isn’t it?” – I tried to make normal conversation, slightly nervous by the authority this lady demanded.

“Once you’ve lived here for a few years, you get used to it. Care to see our cellar? It’s quite the sight.” – When she finished speaking, I greeted an outstretched hand with my own and stood up, waiting to be taken to this fabled underground lair.

She explained that her name was Anne, and that she had lived at the property with her husband for close to 5 years. I was surprised to actually be spending time with the host of the party – Anne seemed friendly enough, and I wasn’t expecting to meet the acquaintance of such a distinguished figure.

After walking around to the other side of the house, Anne opened a small door and invited me in. After going down some stone steps, I walked around the corner of this underground area and was greeted with one of the most surreal rooms I’ve ever encountered. Anne waited while I took in the view: the only way to describe it is as being a sex dungeon! There was rope hanging from the ceiling, walls lined with various kinky instruments, I chair in the middle of the room with restraints all around it and a bed in the corner with a rather large black strapon resting on top.

“Come and take a look, it won’t hurt … unless you wanted it to.” – I could tell that Anne was suggesting she take control of me, and given the situation, I was scared to say no!

After looking around the apparatus and complimenting the setup, I finally summoned the courage to let Anne have her way. We confirmed a safe word, she told me to get naked and I slipped into the chair, waiting for her to return.

When she did, I was tied down with all of the leather straps on the chair, blindfolded and completely at the mercy of this mature dominatrix. Anne started by running her hands all over my body – although you might think this was pleasurable, the burning issue in the back of my mind was just how Anne was going to punish me. The hands covering my skin only reminded of the fact that I was powerless to resist anything she wanted me to experience. I was at her mercy. I was submissive. I was about to be tortured.

Anne’s first step was to apply clamps to my nipples, which went on easily as it was quite chilly under the house. I’ve never had nipple clamps on before and truth be told, the experience was already starting to get a little painful. I think the worst thing about being blindfolded was that I was unable to see what was coming next. Preparing myself wasn’t an option, as any part of my body could be subject to Anne’s desires.

After I was clamped, a hard piece of plastic was slipped over the top of my dick and down to my shaft – a cock ring now applied constant pressure to the base of my testicles. When she finished applying her gadgets, Anne took out a leather whip and started to hit various parts of my body with it. The pain was really starting to get to me, as every part of my anatomy was being subjected to punishment in some way.

I became conscious of the noise that I was making as I was subjected to this punishment. My body was limp and I craved to be relieved of the suffering. But now Anne was my master, and what she wanted was what she got.

When she felt that I was sufficiently tortured in the chair, Anne took the restraints of the chair off and removed my blindfold, telling me to go and wait on the bed. I must admit, seeing at this stage was hard enough, let alone being able to navigate the room and walk. My body was tingling. The pain was as real as ever, but a dull, numb sensation spread across my skin as I walked toward the bed.

When there, Anne snatched the strapon and started to attach it. The last thing I wanted was to be fucked, but in my current state, resistance was not an option. I felt helpless, and the softness of the bed was my only salvation from the punishment being dished out to me.

Reaching into a drawer, Anne must have been grabbing what I could only assume to be lubricant. Although this was my time to be punished, Anne’s attempt to make the experience slightly more comfortable was welcomed. She smothered my ass in a cold gel and, without warning, pushed firmly into my ass. I was incredibly resistant and, almost by instinct, I pulled myself away. Anne laughed and took ahold of my hips, digging herself deeper into my ass.

My mind suddenly became alive. I realized that I was in a femdom basement with a mature dominatrix torturing me with pegging, spanking and clamps. The pain rippled through my body as every stroke made me plead for mercy. Anne wasn’t having any of it: her goal was set, and she would not finish until she got what she wanted.

When I felt like I had just about reached my limit, Anne stopped, pulled out, told me to turn around and unbolted the clamps applied to my nipples. An intense rush covered my body as my skin crawled and I lost my mind. At that moment, Anne took a hold of my cock, massaged it and told me that I was going to cum for her.

Within seconds, my body sought relief of the onslaught and gave Anne what she wanted: I poured cum all over my fragile body as she watched on and insulted me. The words I could not register: everything became a blur.

I had no idea how much time had passed, but I came around in the same position Anne had me in last. She had gone, leaving a towel, my clothes and a small note reading “Hope you had fun.”. I snorted, sighed and started to get dressed, trying to figure out why I accepted her invitation in the first place.

By Dominatrix Draven

Fetish: Torture