Friday night was a private party at a home in Portland.  They had a very nicely appointed play space.  The first hour was devoted to a mini-bondage class taught by one of Oregon's better-known bondage tops.  He is skilled at rope and also entertaining, so it was nice to watch him work. 

Unlike some people, for me play *is* about sex and forging strong interpersonal relationships.  Good sex and good trust are the foundation of any loving relationship (thought not necessarily in that order).

I go to parties to play, so once the class was over, I grabbed the saran wrap and started mummifying him.  I wrapped his arms, added locked-on bondage mittens, then wrapped his legs separately and then saran-wrapped him to the table, leaving his bits free.  I used cargo straps at the chest, knees and ankles for an extra-tight fit.

I added earplugs then a latex hood with two small nose-holes and zipped closed in the back.  Over the nose holes, I put a nose cone, a t-connector and a rebreather bag. 

One he was set up to gasp, I got out the lube and started playing with him while popping the bag on and off as necessary.

I've been training him to have public orgasms.  He is the kind of person who has to work for his orgasms, so having one in public is not easy.  He had never had a public one until I got him.  This would be his second if my plan succeeded.

He was settling in nicely when another couple started a game of tickle torture.  The boybottom/slut is a noisy little thing and he screams and begs for mercy.  It's cute and funny, but it makes it hard for my boy to concentrate on what he is supposed to do for me.

We were maybe twenty minutes into our scene when our host graciously asked if I would please remove the rebreather bag.  (I figured what we were doing was probably upsetting to another guest because of their issues with that type of play, though this was never stated outright).

I was happy to remove the bag (if I want to ignore the wishes of others, I wouldn't go to parties, I'd play at home).  The T-connector wasn't making a good seal, so I decided to just pull of the nose cone and use my fingers to block the mask. 

It didn't look quite as sexy, but it got the breath-restriction job done. 

Tickle-torture was going in full force, and that boy was screaming, laughing and begging like a girl.
 
I had to pull a few tricks out of my mad-masturbation quivver to pull an orgasm out of Eredani, but I was able to pull it off!  When he was done and twitching from the effort, I took my palm and rubbed the head of his cock.  Nice agony!

I took him out of the saran wrap, using my nails to claw through it.  I like that feeling of plunging my nails through the saran wrap and it giving way.  I rarely use scissors, except to cut out the boy bits.

I got him dressed and took him upstairs for a quick bite & socializing before we went home to sleep.  He had to be at work at 7 a.m.  Poor baby.

Last Friday was a Conservatory party and a fundraiser for Bradley-Angle house which is a battered women's shelter in Portland.

I dressed my new boy up like a 'Naughty Heidi'.  White shirt, black flouncy skirt with a short crinoline underneath.  Leather Corset cinched tightly over the top.  Taupe stockings with frilly fold-over girls socks (tres 80s) with fetish mary-jane pumps.  I chose the long black wig put a braid in on either side.  I added a couple of red plaid bows that we had picked up at the catholic-school uniform store earlier in the day.

For makeup, we did a smokey eye and red cock-sucking lipstick (the kind that doesn't come off without special remover).

I put him (he feels like a boy in girls clothing vs. someone who 'transforms' into a girl personna so I don't use the 'she' pronoun)  on the white X they have at Conservatory, but added leather bondage mittens first, then strapped him down. 

I've been feeling extremely sadistic lately and started in biting him on the chewy soft flesh under his arms.  He absolutely hates pain, so all of it was a gift and I loved it. 

Unfortunately, that set up wasn't a position that could be held very long, so after about half an hour, we had to take a break.

MsPayne was in one of the smaller rooms beating William's, balls.  I  had earlier declined a play date because he wanted to have some skin left for the masturbate-a-thon.  Ms Payne was beating his balls and he was screaming a little bit.  I asked if I could get in on it. 

She kindly agreed, so I gloved up, then grabbed and started whacking his balls (if they don't have 'bounce' room in the scrotum, the concussive pain is even more intense).  He started screaming like hell which of course kicked up my sadism.  After a brief but intense interchange, I handed him back to MsPayne who kindly kept going in the same way.

We then went to go watch the burlesque show in the pole-dancing room at Conservatory.  My new boy was standing behind me during the show and I reached behind me and started fondling his cock through the panties, panty hose and overpanties.  I wonder if they'd let us do that at an actual strip club...fun!

We went home and had amazing sex until 4 a.m..  I came harder than I can ever remember cumming.  All I could say afterwards is 'Wow'...wow...wow'.  I had no idea he had  those mad skills.  Of course I am looking forward to more of this sort of service in the future.

Wow, I haven't been on CM in forever.  Lots of nice, new faces.  Hopefully, I will get to meet some of you soon.  Pictures will post soon, but if you are curious, see my profile under WickedMzToni