Having Dungeon Friends is Great! (NSFW)

About 4 or 5 years ago, my partner at the time and myself were frequent visitors at the local swingers resort. We both came from Miami where there were bigger lifestyle events and opportunities for sexual adventures. Central Florida isn't bad for making sexual connections, its just inconvenient at times.

Which is why when I discovered the swingers resort had a dungeon, I was over the moon. My partner at the time was opposed to causing me any kind of pain, experimenting with bondage, exploring power dynamics, etc. So it was a piece that my sexual self was desperately missing. Prior to discovering this dungeon, I had been visiting The Woodshed each Thursday to be the best rope bunny I could be.

WARNING: This post features NSFW images.

And it was so much fun! I won't deny I have a craving for attention and having the instructor demonstrate shibari techniques to the class using my body scratched that particular itch. But it got more and more difficult to make it out that way and eventually I wasn't able to attend any of their events.

While at the swingers resort, I began to spend less and less time in the club and pool and more time in the dungeon, playing with whatever toys they happened to have available. They had a cage in the room with cuffs attached to the top interior, so someone could step inside and stand with their arms secured above their heads. Once inside, anyone could reach through the bars and easily touch the person in restraints. When it was me, I was usually blindfolded. Violet wands. Floggers. Paddles. Rope. A sybian. A St. Andrews Cross. The Tetruss. It was a playground of denial, pain, and oddly enough, trust and safety. My partner and I came to know the Doms in there very well.

One evening I wanted to go but my partner had to work. I texted one of the Doms I wouldn't be able to go that night and he said he'd be happy to drive me and keep an eye on me until my partner was able to join. My partner agreed but gave me three non-negotiable conditions: 1) I had to wear my collar, 2) I wasn't allowed to have sex with anyone until he got there, and 3) no one who wasn't already familiar with us both was allowed to touch me.

I was a little bummed by the conditions but playing with others couldn't be that much of a temptation, right? I agreed. I put on my collar, took my little fox tail butt plug with me and went to essentially sit and observe until a bit later in the evening.

I should have known myself better. And honestly, I did. I typically am given a foot and then very sweetly find some kind of loophole to take a mile. That's kinda what a brat does. And my partner at the time was not a brat tamer. He indulged every whim and request because he enjoyed watching how far things could go.

The Doms? They don't play that game. If there are rules, they enforce the rules and there are consequences when rules aren't followed. And my partner was kind enough to communicate the conditions of being able to go without him directly to the Dom...without my knowledge.

So I sat on the dungeon couch and waited. I was good for at least 45 minutes but as more and more guests arrived, walked through, got demonstrations of the toys and tools, I could feel the restlessness building. And the jealousy. The sounds of moans, shrieks, the impact of leather against skin...I wanted to play so badly. Soooo, I did what any brat in my situation would do. I started to act out.

A man and his wife walked around and asked one Dom how cupping could be used in a BDSM scene. I offered to show them, if they were interested. The Dom looked at me and said, "No, you stay right there." The couple asked what was happening and the Dom told them flat out, "She was told she couldn't play with anyone new tonight so she shouldn't be offering any demonstrations. Right?" Initially, my jaw dropped, shocked that I had been called out in front of this couple. Then it turned into a pout and I turned my face away without answering. First strike.

I had to wait another hour for my partner to get off work and then wait for him to actually arrive and that was suddenly unacceptable to me. I stood up and started walking towards the door to the club when one of the Doms asked where I was going. I told him to get a drink. He smiled. He then reminded me they keep bottles of water next to the couch. I opened my mouth to protest but he had already started walking over to me. With me in sneakers, he easily stood a good foot taller than me and in that moment stared at me in a way that dared me to say another word. He then told me if I stepped one toe out of the dungeon, I would not be allowed back for the rest of the night.

It wasn't fair and my mouth gaped at the threat but I knew it wasn't a threat. And if I wasn't allowed back into the dungeon, I'd have to explain to my partner why I had been punished that way. I narrowed my eyes at him and turned to go back to the couch but he stopped me and told me to look at him.

"Tell me you understand, little fox."

I could feel people in the dungeon watching. I wanted to sass him so badly, see if I could push him into punishing me in front of everyone. But the thing about Doms is that the good ones are really creative and devious. Much like djinns and genies, they have this nasty habit of twisting something that is usually a treat for you and whatever consequence you were trying to avoid has suddenly become more intense. So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded.

"I said tell me you understand." The emphasis was tinged with a reminder of the promise he had just made hardly two minutes before.

I opened my eyes, forced a smile, and through my teeth said, "I understand."

He nodded and told me to sit back down on the couch, but not before giving me a firm swat on the ass with his hand as I turned to walk away. I felt heat course through my core and I knew what my next solution would be.

I returned to the couch, where I sat by myself, and parted my knees. I lifted my skirt and leaned back against the armrest to watch the activities, all while I openly masturbated on the couch. The room was filled with people who were just curious about the dungeon, wanted to watch others play, and those who wanted to use one or more of the items available. Those who had been there a while already knew my situation but new people, they would look over and see a single woman spread eagle on a couch, touching herself with no one around her. It was bound to attract some attention. And I wasn't breaking any of the rules I was given, so I should have been in the clear.

Until one guy walked over and sat on the arm rest opposite me, very much entertained by my presentation. This apparently got the attention of the Dom I arrived with. He walked over, nodded to the man seated near me, and asked me why I do this to myself.

Did I think someone would approach me? Maybe. Was I trying to be a distraction? Maybe. Still, I maintained my innocence and said I didn't do anything wrong. He crooked his finger at me and told me to come with him. He took my hand and walked me through the dungeon when I saw us approaching the spanking/horse bench. I got so excited, thinking I had finally gotten my way. He stood next to it and patted the cushioned leather of the middle bench. I immediately attempted to assume the traditional spanking position but he shook his finger and told me to turn around and sit up on the bench. Confused, I hesitated but eventually pulled myself up and straddled furniture.

"Hands behind your back," was the next set of instructions. I put my hands behind my back.

From a nearby table, he scooped up a pair of leather cuffs and secured them around my wrists. My feet were already planted on either side of the center bench but he lifted my skirt and pulled it all the way back and over my thighs.

"Scoot your ass to the end of the bench." I was beginning to realize I wasn't going to enjoy this development but I did as I was told.

He pushed my knees open wider and stepped back to appreciate the view. He pulled the foxtail to the front and let it hang between my legs and then nodded, apparently satisfied. I remember him standing between my thighs, so close that I could have pressed my clit against his crotch with just a little thrust forward.

"You wanted to be on display, so now you are." He looked down between us and I watched his hand drop towards my pussy. He extended one finger and traced a line around my vulva with the tip, making sure to avoid my clit with every pass. The sensation only served to make the swollen, engorged feeling in my pussy 10 times worse but I could only bite my lip and try my best to hide the whimper of frustration bubbling in my chest.

And then he pulled away and gave me a wink. Smiling he turned and rejoined the other group just a couple of feet away. Every so often he'd remind me to spread my legs wider. The Doms took turns drawing attention to me and telling people what I'd done to deserve such a punishment. Every so often, someone we'd play with would recognize me and come over to say hello. Once they'd learned why I was there, they were allowed to join in on the teasing. One such individual was Jay, a guy who often worked the front of the resort and volunteered in the dungeon from time to time. I thought for sure I could entice him to touch me a little more directly. But no, he just stood there, absorbing the view and laughing at my predicament. Eventually he stepped alongside me and at least gave me a kiss for my troubles.

When my partner arrived, I still had some explaining to do. And THAT earned me additional punishment.

When I go to any sex club, resort, or party, I remove my vertical hood piercing. It's a precaution because lots of people don't know how to navigate it and I try to avoid any injuries that would make sex inaccessible for me. It's happened to me once before and I would hate for it to happen again.

So my last punishment of the night was to put my piercing back in. As you likely know, this piercing sits right on top of clitoris but doesn't usually provide an obstruction. Well, this time, the collection of men invested in my punishment decided I needed something extra added to my suffering.

This is a heavy lock that typically goes with a different collar I've been given. I had never attached anything to my hood piercing before so this directive had a super distracting effect. I couldn't focus on anything because the weight of the lock immediately overtook every other sensation. Nearing the end of the night, my will was defeated.

I had reached that subspace where I wouldn't have said no to anything. I was compliant and eager to please. And so....I was finally rewarded.