I finally got to attend the BDSM Swinger Party

Marissa and I have been BDSM friends with benefits for a couple years now. She is primarily of German descent with a very girl-next-door appearance, above average in beauty but doesn’t turn many heads. She’s about 5’6” tall, average build, maybe a little thicker, with large D-cup breasts. She has straight dark brown hair which falls past her shoulders, fierce green eyes, and a pale complexion. She is a switch by nature but only doms when her and I play, which works great for me because I prefer to sub. I’m not in a relationship and she is polyamorus. Her other relationships don’t bother me at all, because I could never keep up with her high sex drive and I get what I need from our arrangement…a session with a sadistic ballbusting bitch once every couple weeks (gives me time to heal).


We are both very open with each other about our sex lives, the key to making an arrangement like this work. Early on in our relationship she let out that she regularly attended a swinger party with some friends of hers. The swinger party was BDSM in nature; I was immediately enthralled and wanted in. Sadly, she usually took one of her boyfriends to the party, Jake.


Our arrangement continued on as usual for another six months or so until one day we were laying in bed, both sweaty, nearly out of breath and in a post ballbusting, fuck session daze. She casually tells me that she quit seeing Jake.


“Jake? Is that the one you always brought to the BDSM swinger party thing?” I asked cautiously, wanting to be supportive and not show too much excitement.


“The one and only!” She enthusiastically responded.


“Oh no, what happened?”


“Things just fizzled out. Neither of us wanted to put any energy into it anymore…So we went our separate ways.”


“Aww, I’m sorry,” I consoled half-heartedly.


“Naw, don’t worry about it. With my lifestyle it happens all the time.”


“Ahh, ok.”


Some time went by as we laid there until I finally worked up the courage to ask, “Soooo does that mean that you may have an opening for that swinger party?”


“Hahaha, I was wondering how long it would take you to put two and two together.”


“HA.” I paused. “Well, I wanted not to seem too eager and be supportive.”


“No. haha. You are totally fine. Yes, that is the one.”


“Oooh?”


She laughed again, “I take it that you still want to go to one?”


“Fucking right I do.”


“Hahaha. Ok, well there is one in two weeks, the first Saturday of the month. You free?” She asked.


“Sure am!”


“Great, I’ll pick you up at 7pm. It’s out of town so we will stay the night. Pack a bag and be ready.”


Two of the slowest weeks went by and the day had finally come. It was the first Saturday of the month. She pulls up into my driveway at 7pm on the dot (that’s the German in her), and texts me, “Here.”


Not wanting to keep her waiting, I fly out the door, barely remembering to lock it behind me, and rush up to her car. I open the backdoor and put my overnight bag on the backseat. I carefully close the backdoor and let myself into the front. “Good evening,” I say with the biggest shit eating grin on my face, I could hardly contain myself.


“Hahaha. Good evening Ted. A little excited, are we?”


“What made you think that?” I let out giggling.


“Oh hush up. Put your seatbelt on. It’s a long drive. We got about two hours of road ahead of us.”


And so we drove into the night, going east. First on roads I knew quite well, and then on roads I had never traveled before. After about an hour of small talk, curiosity got the better of me. “So how does this work? What’s going to happen?”


“Well…are you still ok playing with other partners?” she asked carefully.


“Yeah, of course. I know the deal.”


“Good. Soooo, I’ve got a couple play partners there. I will likely go off and play with them. Maybe have sex, maybe do some scenes. No idea where the night will take me.”


“Ahh sure sure,” I replied in support.


“As for you, I have discussed your kinks and limits with the group in great lengths. There are a couple of women who are eager to meet you. That sound all right to you?” She asked with a smile.


“Sounds great!”


“Good. When we get there I will make a quick introduction, I’ll get you setup, and we will likely go separate ways.”


“Get me setup?” I wondered.


“Well yeah. Not going to get into it, but just know, I brought some of my gear that you like. Should help to get things started for you,” she said with a coy smirk.


My face flushed and I got super warm all of a sudden. My heart raced and my cock began to grow in anticipation. After a few moments I gathered some courage and glanced into the back seat. On her side of the car I saw the medium-sized black duffle she usually brought over when we sessioned at my place. She never had the same assortment with her but I knew she had a ton of delicious (and terrible) options to bring. I quickly brought my eyes back forward looking out the windshield at the trees rushing by on either side of this small country road we were now on. Marissa snuck a quick glance at me and likely saw that I had already become hot and bothered at the prospect. She turned her focus back to the road and continued to smirk to herself.


The final hour of the drive went by mostly in silence. Thoughts of wild sex and BDSM scenes dominated my waking consciousness. Finally, the car slowed down to a long dirt driveway. We turned onto the driveway and slowly made our way up to the house. About 100 meters ahead of us stands a very nice, large two story, brick house, not the kind you typically find on a farm. Maybe they just have a lot of land, I wondered to myself. There was a low light in all of the covered windows. Most were a dull incandescent color but some windows were back lit in reds and blues. Funky. I assumed most everyone was already there as there were about 12-15 cars parked neatly in the brick and paver lot in front of the house. We find a spot to park, grab our bags out of the back and make our way to the front door.


Marissa takes the lead and knocks twice at the door. She gives it about five seconds and then slowly opens the door. We make our way inside and take off our shoes at the door. Within moments a fairly good looking man approaches us. He has light black skin, short thick hair, and is fairly athletic. He gives us a giant smile and greets us, “Marissa, so glad you could make it!” He gives her a big hug and turns to me while still talking to her, “This must be Ted. Hi, I’m Marcus.” He reaches out his hand and I shake it.


“Hi Marcus, yes, I am Ted. Nice to meet you.”


“Nice to meet you too Ted. I have reserved the gold room for you two. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable and then come out and playyyy!” And with that, Marcus returned to the room from which he came.


“Thanks Marcus,” Marissa said. “Alright Ted, follow me. The gold room is upstairs.”


I followed Marissa through the front of the house, to the stairs in the middle of the first floor layout. We went upstairs and on the second floor there were ten doors in total. Six doors had colored handkerchiefs on them, two doors were open to what looked like bathrooms, and the other two doors must be off limits (or they were closets or something). We find the door with a gold handkerchief on it and make our way inside. True to its name, nearly everything was gold inside, the bedspread, the curtains, the lampshades, even the carpet (although it wasn’t as gaudy as it sounds). We put our bags on the bed and Marissa immediately began to disrobe.


My mouth went agape when Marissa took off her blouse and her beautiful D-cup breasts bounced freely. Noticing my dopey expression she fired at me, “Close your mouth you goon, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. Now strip down naked. You don’t get clothes tonight.”


“Naked? In front of all these people I don’t know…I…I don’t think I can,” I replied sheepishly.


“Oh don’t get shy on me now. You knew what you were getting into.”


“I know but I’m sober. I’m kinda shy. I don’t know anyone.” The excuses flowed freely from my lips.


“Fine fine,” she angrily replied, “You can keep your boxers on…for now.”


“Ok.”


She finished getting undressed and began to put on some attire that she pulled out of her overnight bag, piece by piece. As she did, I slowly stripped down to my boxer shorts and began to feel a little out of my element. What have I gotten myself into? I stood there in my boxer shorts and watched her amazing outfit begin to come together. She had on fishnet stockings, a knee high, black vinyl skirt, and a maroon corset/bustier which held in and presented her large pale breasts fantastically. “How do I look?” she asked rhetorically. She knew she looked great.


“You, you, look…amazing.” I stuttered.


“Thanks love.” She smiled. “Oh, I’ve got some stuff for you to put on. Come over here to the bed.”


“Ok.”


She unzipped the goodie bag and first pulled out a thick leather collar with four metal rings around it. She wrapped the collar around my neck and buckled it in the back. Then I heard a sound I had not associated with this toy, a little click. Next she pulled out two thick leather cuffs adorned with metal rings, one cuff for each wrist. After buckling each one around a wrist, she put a small lock through the buckle and clicked it closed. I looked down on the bed and saw a carabiner with a dozen more of these small locks on it. They must all be part of the same set, I figured. That’s probably what she put on the collar too.


She pulled out another two cuffs and fastened them around my ankles in the same fashion. “Hands behind your back,” she commanded.


Not wanting to disappoint, I did as I was told. She took another small lock and locked the rings of the two wrist cuffs together, securing my hands behind my back. Next she pulled out a ball gag. It was a large orange ball with a leather strap on either side of it. “Open up,” she commanded once more. She meant business tonight.


“Ummm, how am I going to meet people to scene with?” I asked carefully, not wanting to upset her.


“I’ve already got that figured out, just roll with it. Ok?”


“Umm, ok. I guess so.”


She pushed the orange rubber ball into my mouth, stiffly pulled the leather straps around the back of my head and buckled them in place. She tugged at the gag to make sure I couldn’t push the gag out of my mouth. Once again, she reached down for the carabiner on the bed and fastened a small lock to the back of the gag. I was beginning to feel quite helpless, collared, gagged, my wrists locked behind my back. She reached into the duffle and pulled out one last cuff, a smaller cuff, in a similar style as the ones on my wrists and ankles. She walked around to the front of me and slowly bent over with a smirk. With one quick movement my boxer shorts were down around my ankles. “Just one last cuff to put on,” she teased.


She fondled at my testicles for a moment until she had both of them in a good grip. In a warm but stern movement she pulled them down away from my body and with her other hand, skillfully wrapped the cold leather cuff around the base of my scrotum. She released the grip on my balls to fasten the buckle on the cuff and locked it with a small lock.


“Now, to answer your previous question. How are you going to meet people to scene with?....let me show you,” she said while stifling some laughter. She reached into her purse and pulled out a stick of dark red lipstick. She pulled off the cap and motioned for me to turn around. Starting at the top of my back she began to mark me up with her lipstick. The cold and sticky lipstick felt quite odd as she worked her way across my back and down it. After tracing all over my back she put the cover back on what remained of the lipstick and stood back to admire her handy work. “There, that should work just fine,” she said and laughed once more.


Great, what have I gotten myself into.


She went once more to her duffle and pulled out a meter long length of chain. “I think it's time for introductions,” she mused. She began twirling the end of the chain in front of me to tease. “I think a leash is in order…Balls or neck, pet? Balls or neck?” she asked in a devilish tone.


I tried to say ‘neck’ but my speech was muffled well by the snug ball gag.


“Balls you say? You are a kinky one!” she joked. I protested more into the back of the gag. “Ok, ok you big baby. We will do neck. I’ll save you a little humility for intros.” With that, she took a small lock and locked the end of the chain to a ring at the front of my neck collar. She let the chain droop for a moment as she bent over to pick up my boxer shorts and pull them back up around my waist. They didn’t do much to hide my manhood as both my cock and balls stood out due to the collar around my balls, but I appreciated the little bit of cover she allowed me.


“Ok, let's head down and meet the others.” Marissa grabbed the end of the chain, looped it twice around her hand for a firm grip, grabbed the carabiner with remaining locks and the keys with her other hand, and led me out of the bedroom. We walked around the hall to the top of the stairs when a woman was leaving a bathroom in front of us. The woman immediately met eyes with Marissa, her eyes then went to the chain in Marissa’s hand, followed the leash, then to my collar and down to my boxer shorts. She beamed a giant smile and gave Marissa a knowing nod of approval before making her way downstairs ahead of us.


We arrived at the bottom of the stairs and I finally got my first real look around. On either side of the front door were two lounge areas. Both lounges had low lights, large sectionals, large coffee tables, and plush throw rugs. The whole space was very open, warm and inviting. There were four people in the first lounge, two couples. One couple were facing forward and touching each other while talking. The other couple were kissing. The lounge on the other side had five people. One couple enjoying some drinks and laughs, and the other three were a set of women, just talking (maybe a thruple, or a couple and a single, I couldn’t tell).


Marissa led me to the first lounge with the couples and said, “I know most of you, I’m Marissa. This is Ted. Ted’s the strong silent type,” she joked. “Hey Marissa.” “Good to see you again.” “Hi.” they responded.


She continued to lead me to the other lounge, a few moments after I had turned my back to the first group I heard some snickering and whispers, but didn’t think much of it. At the second lounge she made a similar introduction, “Hi, I’m Marissa. This is Ted. He is the strong silent type. Both of us will be available for play shortly here.” “Hi Marissa.” “Hi. I’m Nicole.” “Hey, I’m Shandy.” “Hey.”


We continued to walk around the open floor plan to the kitchen. More whispering and laughter behind us. In the kitchen, all sorts of snacks were set out and many people in all sorts of attire were standing around, casually munching and talking. Our host from before, Marcus, was also there. He saw the chain and gave us both a warm smile. Marissa made her introductions and I watched Marcus give her the bedroom eyes. They were fucking, that I was sure of. Good for her, he seemed like a cool dude.


We left the kitchen and made our way into the fourth quadrant of the main level, a low lit bar. There were all sorts of liquor bottles along the wall behind the bar. One shirtless guy with a neck collar, much like mine, was standing behind the bar with a cocktail shaker mixing drinks. Two women sat on barstools watching the man with great fascination. Another couple was sitting at a small table enjoying their drinks. The same introduction as before was met with similar responses. She continued to lead me until we had come full circle back to the first lounge with the two couples.


“So there’s your tour and your introductions, Ted. The top floor has the bedrooms. You can hook-up up there, but if you make a mess please change the sheets, we have to sleep there. This is the main floor, it has the kitchen, bar and lounges for hanging out and meeting people.” She said in her best tour guide voice. “Oooh, I almost forgot, the entry to the basement is in the kitchen, there was a staircase back there. The basement is where most of the BDSM scenes go on. Lots of fun little places down there to get…lost in. You will visit that soon enough I think.”


She looked around the room for a moment. “Now, where to leave you. People seem busy in this lounge, how about the other lounge with the three women? That sound good?”


I could only modestly shrug at her question.


“Ok, come this way.” She led me over to the second lounge with the couple and the female threesome. In the middle of the lounge was a large 6”x 6” support beam. Odds are that they ripped out all the walls to get this open layout but couldn’t get rid of this load bearing beam. Marissa exclaimed, “Oh this should do nicely. You will meet plenty of good people here.” She pulled a lock off the carabiner, looped the end of my chain leash around the beam and locked it to itself with the small lock.


She looked down, still holding the carabiner with a handful of remaining locks as well as the keys, “hmmmmm…. Oh! I’ve got it.” She then clipped the ring with the keys onto the carabiner and then clipped the carabiner itself onto one of the rings on my collar. “There we go. They should have everything they need,” she said proudly. She turned and left me there, leashed by the neck to the post, gagged, with my hands cuffed behind my back. I was starting to feel kind of stupid just standing there.


Within a few moments she returned, “Sorry, I got a little excited to begin my night. Let me *KICK* things off for you.” In a loud and firm voice, to get everyone’s attention on the first floor but not yell, she loudly exclaimed, “My pet Ted is now available for play.” Once she was sure she had all eyes on her she continued, “Please make sure he doesn’t get lonely.” She walked to the front of me and placed her hands on my shoulders. She began to lean in like she was going to give me a soft kiss on the cheek when all of a sudden, **WHAM**. She thrusted her knee up directly into my captive balls. With the cuff on them, they had nowhere to hide. Her knee perfectly compressed both balls against the cuff with great force for an instant. “There we go honey. That should give you something to think about while you wait for more play.”


She bounded off once more while I hunched over as best I could, my movement restricted by the leash at my neck and my cuffed hands. The sick feeling in my stomach was somewhat muted by the cuff but my balls were on fire. The blow was totally unguarded and caught me completely by surprise. What can I say, she was a pro. I tried as best I could to catch my breath for quite awhile when the room and its inhabitants came back into focus. I could hear some clapping, one person whistling; and laughter, lots of laughter and snickering. I am starting to have some serious second thoughts about all of this.


After a minute or so the jeering has disappeared and people have returned to their conversations. I finally regain my composure and begin to stand up straight once again. I look around the room and nobody is really paying any attention to me anymore. That’s good, I can recover in peace. There is still a dull ache in my balls, she got me good. I mostly keep my gaze down because I am a little embarrassed about the situation. After about ten minutes go by, I look up and happen to catch one of the three women checking me out. She is very pretty. Curly dark red hair, dark red lipstick, a flowy white blouse, black mini skirt, and red vinyl boots. I gave her a smile (as best I could with the gag) and she smiled back with one of the most seductive looks I have ever seen, complete with sultry eyes and a bite of the lip.


Between her seductive glance, my predicament, and my aching balls, my cock began to grow with excitement, throb really. Under normal circumstances a random boner was fine, I got pretty good at hiding them. Here however, chained to this post, there was no hiding it and to make matters worse, the boxers I had on did not have a button in the front, just one big slit up the middle. She saw me begin to fluster and she looked down at my crotch to see Mr. Winky sticking straight out of the slit at full attention. The beautiful redhead covered her mouth to stifle a laugh at my embarrassment. Great, now my cock is on full display for all to see.


“Ted, is it?” I hear from behind me. I turn my head to see a very beautiful, mature woman standing behind me. She starts to step around to the front of me and I twist away, not wanting her to see my erection peaking out through my shorts. “Don’t cower from me, toy,” she commanded assertively. I take a big gulp and decide to face the music. I turn to face her and my erection is now pointing directly at her. I look down at the floor from embarrassment.


“Eyes on me,” she asserted once more. I slowly bring my eyes up to hers. She is not really my type but she is very pretty. She is older, somewhere in her fifties with short gray hair. Fit and slim body, fairly tall in her black high heels. She is wearing lacy black lingerie and carrying a crop. “You are a cute young pup.” She slowly eyes me up and down, I feel like a piece of meat (and kind of love it). Her eyes show a great deal of wisdom, experience, and patience.


“You aren’t really my type….” she says carefully. Which is kind of a relief, I didn’t really want to play with her.


“And what do we have down here?” she begins to grow excited at the sight of my erection. She bends down, grabs my boxers, and coldly jerks them down to my ankles. My cock bounces painfully as the fabric pulls it down as it goes down, and then allows it to spring back up unabated. With her high heel she steps into my boxer shorts, pinning them to the floor. “Step out.”


I do as I am told and step out of my boxer shorts. With one swift movement, she spins, kicking the boxer shorts off her foot and into the corner of the lounge. A couple people chuckle at the sight. She turns to face me once more and eyes me up and down again. “Ooh that’s a fun little cuff you have on. Puts the goods on full display.”


She puts her hand on my chest and caresses me. “So you like ballbusting huh?” Hmmm, she must have been one of the women Marissa mentioned. She continued to caress my chest working her way slowly down to my stomach. “But you aren’t really into me huh?”


Damn, she must have read my body language or something. I tried to play it off as cool as I could. I tried to smile through my gag and nod my head like I liked her. I didn’t want to be mean. “That’s ok. This old bird can take it.” Her hand made its way down across my pelvis.


“You aren’t REALLY in a position to say no.” she pointed out as her hand lightly gripped my eager shaft and slowly stroked it twice. Her warm soft hand felt amazing around my cock and I let out a small groan of pleasure.


“But I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.” She released my shaft but her hand wasn’t done. She slowly made her way down to my captive balls, all the while maintaining full eye contact. Reading my every movement with great joy. She finally found her target and slowly curled each finger around my tightly bound testicles (thanks Marissa). With my balls now fully in her delicate hand she began to apply some pressure.


“I used to dominate my husband Roger all the time in the bedroom.” Her grip continued to tighten.


“He too, was into ballbusting.” Tighter and tighter she squeezed as I began to let out a whimper.


“These hands know balls….very well.” My eyes began to tear up and my breathing became heavy and labored through my nostrils.


“No….” She maintained her deadly grip on my testicles as I danced in my restraints, trying to wriggle myself away from her hand’s destructive force. Her grip maintained its pressure for some time. She continued to watch my every move and expression with great pleasure. A couple other people watched our interaction as well. It must have been quite entertaining. This skinny, delicate older woman making this tall and strong man dance, groan and whimper with just her hand. She held me like this for what felt like ten minutes but was probably only two, maybe three and seemed to really be enjoying the total power she was demonstrating.


Finally she let go of my testicles. “No..” she continued on. “No, I don’t think you deserve me.” A wave of relief washed over me. Partly because we weren’t going to play and partly because she released her death grip on my balls. I let out a sigh of relief through my nose


“Have a nice night Ted, maybe I will see you around.” The gray-haired fox took a step back, took one final look at me up and down and strutted away towards the bar.


I relaxed my stance a bit and tried to regain my composure. My balls ached but it was nothing I hadn’t had before. It was quite a rush for a complete stranger to completely control me like that and with so little effort. She didn’t even break a sweat. I stood there and continued to think to myself, recounting the night's events to myself.


What happens if/when she comes back? What if other women are worse? What the hell is written on my back? What happened to the red head? Oh yeah, the red head. I glanced back over in her direction and there she still sat. It appeared that she had never taken her eyes off of me. Fuck, she saw that whole thing. She saw me naked. Oh right, I’m naked. Fuck. No use being shy now, the cat is out of the bag. I stood up straight, erection still going strong and tried to flash her another smile as best I could. I must have done something right because she took notice and laughed to herself. She slowly got up out of her seat and walked in my direction. She walked around to the back of me but not before sneaking a peak at my proud cock.


“I have to get another look at your back,” she giggled to herself. “Oh that is too good.” She walked back around to the front of me and said, “Hi, I’m Nicole…and you are Ted, the strong silent type.” She giggled to herself again.


Up close she was very attractive, she was nearly a dead ringer for Emma Stone. She even had a slight lisp like Emma. She continued on, “You are a good sport. I’ve heard that Tracy can come on a little…strong.” More giggles and she paused for a moment.


“I think I saw you roll your eyes when I mentioned your back. Do you not like it?”


I shrugged as best I could with the cuffs on.


“That wasn’t your idea?”


I shook my head no.


“Oooh, that makes sense. Do you know what it says?”


I shook my head no once more.


“Ohhh hahaha. Well it says:”


**I’M TED**

**USE ME**

**❤ BALL**

**BUSTING**

**♀ ONLY**


I started blushing immediately and Nicole laughed again at my embarrassment. “Yeah, your friend Marissa took good care of you.” After a few more laughs Nicole finally managed to ask, “So is that all accurate?”


I hesitated a moment and didn’t want to mess things up. I was really attracted to Nicole and wanted to play. I nodded yes, yes it was technically all true.


“Oh good!” Nicole exclaimed. “Well, you wanna play?”


I took another moment to make it not look so (desperate) enthusiastic before I nodded yes once more.


“Great!....Now, where are those pesky keys I wonder…” With a quick survey she found the carabiner hanging from the ring at the side of my neck. “Ohh, that’s handy.” She removed the key from the bunch and unlocked the small lock on the chain around the beam.


“Hmmm,” she thought out loud to herself. She reached up to my neck and unlocked the lock attaching the chain. “I think I like this one better.” She reached down and locked the end of the chain to the cuff around my balls. The other end of the chain she locked around her wrist. “Now you are stuck with me Ted!” she said proudly.


“I used to run track back in high school. How would you like to go for an evening run?”


I couldn’t tell if she was serious or joking. My eyes lit up in a shear panic and I shook my head no as feverishly as I could.


“HAHHAHAHA. Oh my god, I was totally kidding. HAHA You need to lighten up Ted,” Nicole mocked.


Haha very funny, I thought to myself.


“C’mon, lets grab a spot in the dungeon. To the basement! Moosh!” With that she jingled the chain at my balls like you would the reins of a sled dog team. She started towards the kitchen (with the basement steps) and I followed closely behind her…