I had woken up horny. Jefferson had fucked me to satisfaction that morning, but after showering and falling back asleep I woke up wanting to come again. I was on my own though as Jefferson had come that morning and was busy doing work at that point.

“I’m horny. Your toys are in their usual spot?”
“Yes, honey.”

I went into the cupboard and pulled out the Hitachi and gold box with various toys in it. I started out with just the Hitachi but it didn’t take long for me to realize I was going to need more than that to get off. I pulled a dildo from the box and covered it with a condom and slipped it inside me. I tried again with the wand. Nope, my ass needed something too. I grabbed the big red butt plug and slipped that inside me too.

Ahh, that was much better.

I put the Hitachi against my clit and just relaxed, letting the orgasm come to me in it’s own time.

When I came, I tensed up and cried out as my pussy and ass spasmed and tightened around the toys in me. I shut the toy off once I was finished, fully satisfied.

I came back out and relayed the events to Jefferson, claiming it was a “need to be filled kind of day.”

“I’m making progress you know,” I thought to him.
“How’s that?”
“Well, 2 years ago I would never talk about how I get off, but now I can. Though I still won’t let anyone watch.”
“Maybe one day,” he mused.

A loyal reader, CDK sent this idea to me the other day and I thought it was nifty so I wanted to share it!

Just a silly idea for a sex party, presented for your amusement and arousal.

This would be a variation of a Naughty Schoolgirl night. Preferably the place would be a home with plenty of rooms so that they can be labeled things like “Gym”, “Library” and “Science Lab”. Decorated appropriately of course.

The invited guests would be sorted into two groups. The dominant ones would be told to come as staff and teachers (corsets, leather and crops encouraged). The submissive ones would be encouraged to come as students, the naughtier the better (mostly catholic schoolgirl uniforms or perhaps cheerleaders).

Perhaps a third group for those not having sexy fun, the Hall Monitors. There to provide food, drink, condoms, whatever…

The school would have a very permissive curriculum and allow the students to chose what classes they want to take.

Just imagine walking down the hall and seeing in one room the gym teacher eating out a cheerleader. In the next the sexy librarian is servicing two school nerds.

In the third the teacher has a student’s hands bound in front and is leading her with a leash to the next classroom. It seems the student “needs to learn how to play well with others” and will be taught with the next student.

Like I said, just a silly idea but I rather like the imagery so I thought I’d send it along.

Thanks, CDK! This was a fun idea!

I think the one thing I learned from this party was to not make so much food!

I should keep dinner parties and orgies separate I think.

Next time I’ll be inviting more people. I kept the guest list fairly small for the first time. I invited my closest friends- you know, the ones that love me enough to give me a 2nd chance had this party bombed. But it went so well! And everyone said they had a good time! And yes, they loved all the food.

I was so Susie Homemaker it was insane. The house was immaculate when people arrived and I had dinner all prepped and ready to go. The veggies were cut and put on cute fish platters (it’s a shore house!). The keilbasa was cut and ready to go in the oven. The corn was husked and the water in the pot ready to be boiled. Hamburgers formed and ready to be grilled!

All I needed were the people!

Match and Prince arrived first from DC and we hung out and chatted for awhile while we waited on the others.

But the others didn’t come for awhile.

Adam called and said he had a flat on the parkway, just a few exits from me. So he, Emma (his fiancée), and Rachel (his girlfriend) would be a little bit.

And then I called Jefferson who was driving down with Callie and her boyfriend and they were lost, but in the town, so not far. So they would be there soon as well.

Jocasta and Zelda weren’t coming until around 9.

That’s ok. I wasn’t on schedule, but I could adapt. I’m flexible.

(Insert minor anxiety attack).

Eventually everyone came around 8:30 and I immediately started to put dinner up. I banished Jefferson to the grill (in the 90 heat, yes) as I set the table and got everyone drinks.

I had a lovely spread on the table and it wasn’t long before we sat down for a fun dinner. I took the head of the table, which I never do, but felt it was my place as the hostess. Someone called for a toast, but I don’t have much experience, so Adam led a lovely toast to me for having everyone over for a great night.

To me! Cheers

Of course as soon as we started eating Jocasta and Zelda arrived so I hurried to get them plates and chairs.

When dinner was finished I managed to clear the table in record time (shhh, don’t tell my mom). Though I had plenty of help (as much as I protested!).

Then it was play time! I changed into my corset as the party started getting rolling.

Zelda had brought some of her dungeon furniture so we mused over where to set it all up. The massage table ended up in the kitchen, the double cross near the side door, and the suspension rig in the living room.

Jo tied me up to begin the night with. She wanted to practice what she’d do this week for a photo shoot we’ll be doing together. My 1st time in front of a camera! Though, as a photographer, I’m totally geeking over the fact it’s going to be an 8×10 camera the photographer is using!

The tie was cool, though she tried to get up on one foot and that just wasn’t happening. She wrapped rope around my eyes as well as part of it (per the photographer), but I couldn’t see so I had her undo it so I could check out the rope job in the mirror.

Match started having his fun when Zelda asked him to pierce her.

Callie was happy cumming and being spanked at the hand of her boy, Zach.

Rachel was busy being hit on by Jefferson.

Everyone was having fun and I was so happy for that.

But damn if I wasn’t pooped already! I hadn’t gotten much sleep Friday night and woke up semi-early on Saturday to do last minute cleaning. I vacuumed, mopped, chopped, washed dishes, washed counters and repeated both a few times. I made beds, threw random things in closets, ran last minute food shopping, and waited anxiously for everyone to arrive. On time.

It occurred to me as I was cleaning up from dinner (and washing dishes yet again) that once everyone left, I’d have to clean yet again. D’oh! Though not quite as much thankfully.

Eventually it got late. You know, like 3am. Jo and Zelda had already packed up and headed home (Zelda can’t sleep in a strange place), Prince already fell asleep out on the porch (he liked the warm weather) so I started tucking people into beds.

Match was a help, making sure everyone was comfortable with everything they needed. When everyone was settled he and I retired to my room. We settled in bed and he cuddled into me and apologized for neglecting to really touch me all night as it wasn’t his intention. I assured him it was fine as I went down on his cock. I assured him it was really fine as he made me cum 5 or 6 times that night before we fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up, mostly because I heard stirring about and knew that if people were up, I’d need to start on breakfast.

I cleaned up a few dishes from the night before before starting the water for the potatoes and slicing up the watermelon. I had plans to make home fries from scratch (which, by the way I’d never made before). As the potatoes boiled I started cooking the peppers and onions which my sous-chef Zach had offered to chop (I won’t turn down someone’s offer to chop the onion!). Once the potatoes were in the pan, I put Jefferson on bacon duty. Once the potatoes were done I did the eggs. I’m telling you- Susie Homemaker!

The icing on the cake was the danish I had gotten that I was raving about all night and morning.

We had another lovely meal and cleaned up minimally before heading to the beach! In a heat wave!!

It was fun though. Callie’s going to be bummed she missed out I think. She and Zach had to leave with Jefferson because he had “work” to do.

Everyone went in the water, like all the way. Except me. Because I’m not crazy. Water was COLD! Except it was so hot, I did have to put my feet in to cool off a bit.

Eventually it was time to go as Match and Prince needed to head on the road.

So all and all it was a great party.

I just finished throwing my 1st orgy/play party.  With lots and lots of food (because I’m Jewish and Italian).

My therapist asked me this week if I had invited the she-devil (I like she-devil better than anti-Christ) (If you don’t know who I mean, don’t worry about it).  I snorted and wondered what drug she was on.  She was unsure of the etiquette she said, since she was a friend of Jefferson’s.  No, it doesn’t quite work like that.

I can’t write much write now, I’m off to NYC in a little bit to meet up with Desire and meet her parents and sister!  Eeek, nervousness!  I have to watch what I say!

But what a fun, fun party.  I’m so glad those who could make it were able to come and had such a good time.

I’m so the hostess with the mostess.  Like woah.

Actually, I’m calling it breath play because it’s easiest to call it that, but I suppose I’m really talking about blood flow play. Or choking. Squeezing the carotid artery. Whatever you want to call it.

I wrote about it briefly.

Friday I showed up to Adam’s early to help set up for the party. I was on my knees blowing him when he reached for my throat and squeezed tight. I don’t think it was more than 5 seconds before my body fell to the floor.

So. Fucking. Cool.

It’s so addicting. I swear it’s a drug.

Later that night I was playing with someone new when Adam showed him what I like.

Almost instantly I was thrown against the wall and a new hand was pressed against my throat. I squirmed and moaned until I felt the blade of a knife against my skin. Then I remained quite still.

Knife play is awesome too.

*Sigh* I wish I could write something better, but my mind feels so uncreative right now…

So, as I mentioned, I went to a fun party Chez Adam this weekend, and since I’m short on time right now (wanting the vacate the dorm ASAP), I’ll give a little list of some of the cool stuff I did:

• Was the available slut to anyone who wanted that night
• Got to fuck a pretty girl done up in fancy rope bondage
• Got singletailed
• Got fucked a lot
• Did a fun breath play/knife scene with someone
• Had lots of fun with breath play in general that night (including an awesome thing that I want to write in a little more detail)
• Nipples got tortured that night, so eventually Jesus was called upon to protect them (they got covered by some Jesus tape)
• My nipples used as video game controllers, lol

Hope that ties you all over for a little bit!

I went to an awesome play party at Adam’s last night.

Soooo much to tell.

But I don’t have time right now because I’m off to a photo shoot in a few minutes for the day.

But OMG.

I leave you with this fun, quick (and kinda gross) tidbit- I was sucking this one guy’s cock, and deep throating it, you know, as I do, when all of a sudden I totally puked.  And not just up came a little bile that I can easily swallow back down.  No, my dinner came up and I had to catch in my hand.  Yep.  He was very nice about at least.

(I promise the rest of the stories aren’t like that)

I had just walked through the door and put my purse down when he snapped his fingers and told me to kneel in front of him.

And that’s when it started- the brutality.

It couldn’t have lasted more than 20 or 30 minutes but it was intense.  His hands and teeth dug into me hard; grabbing my flesh; twisting; pulling; threatening to tear it off.  I tried to fight him.  I cried as I pushed his hands away and tried to squirm away only to be defeated as he grabbed my hair and slapped me again and again.

His hands grabbed my throat and squeezed hard.  And kept squeezing.  My brain started to get fuzzy.  My limbs started to feel like lead.  And then he let go and all went back to normal.

Fuck that was cool, I wanted him to do it again.  A brief thought before his hands covered my mouth and nose making me struggle for breath.

I cried as he got me to beg him to fuck me and then when he made me confess that I liked him in my ass.

And then when he was done I came down from it all, exhausted from the sudden surge of adrenaline and endorphins, with my head in his lap as he stroked my hair.

He purred in my ear, “You’re such a good girl.”