in order to respect the privacy of my friends, i do not use names here. i refer to people by a single initial only. it sometimes happens that i have more than one friend with the same initial, and sometimes they attend the same event. i'm not going to start assigning numbers to my friends, especially not the dominant ones. i'm not about to decide which of two dominant play partners gets to be number 1 and which gets to be number 2. are you kidding? i may be a masochist but i do have a survival instinct!

in short, the person that i refer to as J in this post is not the same person that i referred to as J in a previous post, and there were two people at last night's party who i will refer to as R. sorry if this seems confusing, but i am still in a daze today after the most incredible series of experiences last night and in the early hours of this morning, and not really capable of thinking logically about conundrums like this at the moment!

it started - at least i think it started, my sense of time and the succession of events is a bit scrambled by high levels of endorphins - with sitting at R's feet while she sat in the throne, caressing my shoulders. i love the whole sitting at someone's feet scenario, it is, for me, both submissive and affectionate. and the throne (a wooden throne that D had made for a recent fem-dom night) evoked a slave-girl fantasy. the fact that R was wearing spiked gloves while she caressed me was a bonus. i am a pain-slut, after all.

one of my fantasies is to be a total slut for the night. in the bdsm sense that is. ok maybe i might have a fantasy about being a total slut in the other sense, but if so that one hasn't become reality. yet. what i mean in this instance is being a total spank-slut, getting spanked or flogged by several people on the one night. this became a reality for me last night.

i was flogged first by J, with R later joining in. J is a wonderful dominant lady who proudly calls herself a sadist and makes no secret of the pleasure she takes in dispensing pain to those who take pleasure in receiving it. she will often laugh with pleasure during play, which is something i love to hear, as it reminds me that i am giving pleasure to my play partner as well as accepting pleasure from them. she also has a knack of sensing just when she has pushed me to the limit, at which point she will pause, caress me, and whisper 'good girl' or 'good pet', in my ear, which has the immediate effect of calming me and enabling me to continue.

we both had occasion to laugh for another reason last night. at one point i became agitated when a flogger curled around my legs. sensing my agitation, J paused and asked me if i was ok. i replied that i was fine, i was just worried about the flogger ripping my fishnets, causing an outburst of giggles at my sense of priorities! my concern about the fishnets did prove well founded, they did not survive the night, but in the event i don't regret the sacrifice!

later in the night, while i was resting and recovering from this first flogging, C arrived. C and i had played only once before, several months ago. it had been an intense and very pleasurable experience and one that i had been hoping to repeat ever since. i was not disappointed! i soon found myself cuffed to a wall, my dress hiked up around my waist, ordered to spread my legs and stick out my bum, while C flogged and groped me, all the while growling wonderfully exciting threats and promises in my ear!

later still, R flogged me, with C joining in. this time i was bent over, leaning against a sofa, head down, bum up in the air, panties pulled down, a wonderfully exposed and vulnerable position that would have had me wiggling even without the spanking and flogging that accompanied it!

if was, if my endorphin-muddled brain remembers correctly, during this scene that C told me that he wanted to penetrate me, and asked me if i wanted that.

i was, up to that point, an anal virgin, more or less. i had experienced anal sex with a strap-on three times prior to that. but i had never until then experienced a real live flesh and blood penis up my bum. it was something that i had been thinking about quite a lot recently. it was a fantasy, and one which i had come to realise i needed to experience in reality. and i really can't think of a better person to help me make that fantasy become a reality than C.

and so, when he asked if i wanted that, i assured him that i did. and in the early hours of this morning, bent across a spanking bench, with my dress once more hiked up around my waist and C thrusting into me so hard that on occasion my feet left the ground, i lost my anal virginity. and i loved it.