Uncommon Curiosity

(Continued from Eclipse After Party – Part I)

I’ve said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it a thousand times again – volunteering is the best way to meet people at an event.  And working the door is hands down the best excuse to not just meet, but also stare at, all the beautiful people that attend.  For example, Ms. International Leather, Lamalani, who is jaw-droppingly gorgeous and has a beautiful, warm smile, and just happened to be standing at the door, conversing with the other guests, while I was at the front.  You see, as the Door Girl, it was not just a pleasure, but an actual assigned DUTY, for me to keep my eyes on her.

The drooling was merely a fringe benefit.

My volunteer hour passed quickly, and I was soon free to go find Arron again.  After stopping for a few m&ms, I found him downstairs, watching the various beatings and fuckings with a big grin on his face.  I asked if he wanted to play again, and he motioned to the cross next to us:

Within moments, I was stripped down again and he had the flogger in his hands.

By this time the place was packed, and so, for the first time ever, I was face-to-face with someone who was being paddled on the cross behind mine.  It was an intense experience to open my eyes and see his tormentor staring right at me, and it definitely added to the intensity I was feeling.  Arron was feeling more sure of himself, and so the blows were landing hard across my shoulders and thighs, and he even took his belt to my ass a few times (see my HNT for this week.)

Between his nails, my flogger, his teeth, and the way he kept wrapping my pig tails in his fist and pulling me backwards, up off my feet to growl in my ear…I was a big ol happy pile of mush by the time he was done.  With a wicked smile, I asked if he would like a turn, and he took a nervous moment to consider it and then agreed.

He stripped down to his pants and pressed himself up against the cross as I got out my paddle, a thick plastic rod, and the flogger.  We discussed limits and touching and then I got started with the flogger.

Now, anytime you play with a new partner, it’s always best to go easy the first time to get a feel for their body and the limits of what it can take.  He said that he needed to be restrained, so I pulled his arms up and secured his wrists with cuffs and a few carabiners.  Then I undid his belt and let his pants drop to his ankles, so I’d have better access to his legs.  I started out with light blows from the flogger and checked in frequently, whispering and growling in his ear as I ran my nails up his neck to grab fistfuls of that sexy short hair.  I gave him a taste of the paddle, and the rod, using the sharpened end to draw lines in the skin on his back and then pressing up against him and pinching a nipple until his eyes rolled back and he gasped just a little.  As the intensity grew, though, his arms were starting to fall asleep, so I undid the carabiners so he could rest his hands on the cross where they’d be more comfortable.

Arron really enjoyed the flogger, so I focused on it, letting myself relax into a steady rhythm.  I love the way a flogger becomes an extension of my arm as I crescendo into harder and harder blows, delivered in a figure eight across his shoulders, back, ass and thighs.  Alternating between standing behind him, and curling around so I could watch his face as the blows landed, I steadily upped the intensity until his eyes were closed and his mouth was open and he remarked about how clear his mind had become.  “Almost Zen,” he said, as I continued to land blow after blow, biting into his skin and leaving red streaks across his back.

I slowed the rhythm and pressed up against him, running nails down his back and kissing his shoulders and I could tell he was buzzing, so I stopped and thanked him.  As he stood, a bit lost in thought and with a grin on his face, I put the toys away and cleaned up the equipment.  We watched a few of the scenes and then headed upstairs to say our goodbyes.

As we were getting ready to go, a sweet young thing was standing beside me, eyeing my crop.  Since it was her first time at a play party, I offered to use it on her.  Her eyes grew wide and she quickly said no, a bit panicked.  I smiled and said, “no, not like that.  Just two times?”  She looked at me nervously, then agreed, and I asked her to bend over and then gently tapped her ass twice with the crop.

“Now,” I said, with a wicked grin, “you can tell everyone you were cropped at the Citadel.”  This made her face light up as she laughed.  It really is true – I seem to just spend my life trying to make the pretty girls smile at me.

It was late, and Arron and I hadn’t eaten all day, so he went across the street and got us pizza, which we ate on the way back to his place.

As we were saying goodbye, he was sweet enough to give me a goodnight bite on the shoulder and then I headed home, very sore but very happy.