The weekend is fast approaching and I’m so excited. Last weekend I had a bonus weekend of having the boys home, but I missed Eroticon which I was so looking forward to. However, every cloud has a silver lining and it just so happens I get to attend a big rope event and an evening at my favourite venue. Lots of time with friends – old and new – and possible play sessions. As I sat here dreaming up mischievous plans for Bunny I got to thinking back to my timeline of tales, specifically Twisted Boudoir and my first New Years’ Eve in a dungeon.
So let’s take a trip back down memory lane, to NYE 2018/19 and Twisted Boudoir.
Last time I shared any of my story it was my birthday weekend. A fabulous adventure with the incredible Dr Lovelace! Between mid November and the festivities I kept a low profile, doing my best to survive rather than crawl under a rock. Christmas with the boys was lovely, involved a much deeper-than-anticipated paddle in the sea for all three of us, before taking them to their dad on Boxing day. They were to stay with him and other family until the New Year, and I took a little while to recover my senses. It was Dr Lovelace again who brought me to my senses. Or, perhaps more accurately, she suggested seeing in the New Year at Twisted Boudoir.
Looking at the attendees list I was pleased to see many names that I knew well, or that I’d met a couple of times and always hoped to catch up with again. So, with my latex trousers and top packed, polish and ropes bagged, and entry fee in my pocket I made my way to the festivities.
It started in a very civilised manner. As these things always do.
A cup of tea at the bar, with the owners, waiting for the good Dr to arrive. Lots of hugs and catching up, it having been four months since my last visit. Then, when my “date” for the night had arrived we got ourselves changed and, with me in latex, she polished me in the middle of the otherwise empty play space. As the last finger prints were buffed, and the latex so glossy I could have plucked my eyebrows in its polish, we noticed an audience had gathered to watch.
The venue, having been fairly empty when we’d gone to change, was now filling up.
In amongst the perverts voyeurs I spotted the faces of friends. We tidied around us and then went to say hello, as we did so the crowd dispersed. Was it really a crowd – or is my memory playing tricks? What ever, it seemed that our little show got the party started! Soon the players began to trickle through and the normal whoops and shrieks soon filled the venue – rather than the quiet that enveloped us as we polished.
Every time I go to Twisted Boudoir, I’m reminded why it’s my favourite dungeon – at New Year or any other time. As a members only club, everyone who attends is expected to follow simple rules and attendees to events are vetted. The venue is not elitist, nor does it sport the standard sausage train. Rather providing a relaxed, friendly atmosphere for peer learning with help never far away. There is a place for everyone, so long as they are kind, genuine and prepared to do the work. Also, the DMs are experienced and invested in the safety of revellers – it is their business after all! Oh, and all members must be over twenty one which changes the atmosphere entirely from some clubs I’ve attended. In a positive way for this old bird.
Come on barefoot, get back to New Years eve!
The diversity of play to titillate and tease was glorious. There was wax play on some tables, an intense rope scene playing out from a temporary suspension frame, and various bodies being beaten by grinning tops over any appropriate piece of furniture.
A man I’d spoken to on occasion since meeting at Onyx a couple of years before was there, celebrating with a lady friend. Unlike this coming weekend, I had no plans to play. Just hoped to welcome in the new year in good company, with the shrieks of tortured subs instead of fireworks. But that was all to change when he sauntered up to me at the bar. We chatted for a while, not about anything in particular, but the last time I’d spoken to him was when he’d taught me how to toss a Dragon Tongue so I did tell him how my practise had been coming along. Somewhere in the conversation it was suggested that a little play would be fun. He and his friend would love to double top me, him being there as her sub was no issue for them.
I should probably add at this point that he and I had discussed play previously.
Likes and limits were discussed without play being imminent. All that was needed before he disappeared and left me in her capable and sexy hands was a quick recap.
And that’s how I ended up shackled to the St Andrews Cross in the dungeon that is Twisted Boudoir, on New Years eve.
With her peeling my latex trousers down, exposing my nakedness beneath. Her flogger dancing across my nipples, her fingers dipping into my sex. It wasn’t long before he appeared. His alter ego eliciting a curious response in me. I had wanted to try intimidation and so that’s the persona he brought out to play. However, being intimidated by an intimate partner in real life is one thing. BDSM is a game, and my brain made sure I knew the difference.
Each attempt at being mean, at scaring me, was met with a fit of the giggles. The scene continued and, in spite of my unconscious reluctance to engage in the scene appropriately, I maintain this is (to date) my favourite MFF kinky threesome. His face up close, eyes boring into mine. Her gentle voice, thickly laced with accent, slicing into me, cutting through the tension which was building among the audience. Up there, on display; groped, prodded, pinched, pulled… Fingers thrusting into me, first my sweltering cunt then my mouth. Impact – from hands and floggers – adding to my wetness, until they’d had their fill of me and I was taken down.
Needless to say, my latex trousers were no longer glossy and highly polished. This slightly dishevelled slut welcomed a cuppa and a quiet rest with a view of the play unfolding all around. Peace… Quiet… Calm…
Bliss!
The rest of the night floated by in a series of hugs, scenes, chats and introductions. I can’t think of a better way to see off a year of soaring highs and deep, dark depths.
My first New Years Eve dungeon party, thanks to all at Twisted Boudoir, was an immense success.
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