by Cara Adams
“I have no idea. I could ask Carey if you want me to.”
“No. It’s okay. I guess that will just add to the excitement on the night. I’m sure we’ll see lots of things that will inspire us for the future. Do you think I should buy some sexy clothes to wear?”
Cameron grinned at her, but it was Tor who answered. “Gaynor, you can buy whatever you want, whatever will make you feel good. But trust me in this. Men prefer naked. The women may talk about your clothes, but the men will only see your skin.”
Gaynor wasn’t really sure how she felt about the idea of men other than Cameron and Tor staring at her body. At the idea of other people—strangers—watching her have sex. But then, if everyone was doing it…She certainly found the idea of watching other people have sex arousing. Especially the idea of watching other Doms guide their subs through a scene.
She’d been comparatively innocent about sex until Tor started teaching her, and everything new she learned only made her crave more. Her orgasms got better and better every time. Hell, she could hardly even remember the teensy little ripples of pleasure she’d given herself with her own fingers back before she came under the domination of Tor. Now, her entire body shook until her teeth rattled every single time.
But what if people stared at her stomach and thought she needed to lose weight? Fuck it, she did need to lose weight. Maybe she could stay partially dressed. Maybe if she bought a pretty cami that covered her belly and thighs…
Men liked red, didn’t they? She’d buy a red lace cami, and everyone would look at that instead of at her body!
But other than that, Gaynor was really looking forward to this party. It sounded so decadent, totally naughty, yet so completely arousing. Every time she thought about it cream dampened her panties. She wanted to see what other people did in their dungeons. And she certainly wasn’t averse to the idea of staring at naked male chests and thigh muscles. She really did like a muscled thigh! And cocks. She’d seen so few real live penises. Seeing some more would be wonderful indeed.
* * * *
By the time they arrived at the BDSM community, Gaynor’s new red lace panties were soaked through. The anticipation was making her nipples peak and her breasts ache. Her cunt felt so empty she could hardly wait for Tor or Cameron to touch her there.
And both men looked so handsome. Tor had dressed in what she thought of as his “I’m a Dom” clothes. He wore knee-high, tight, black leather boots, a tiny leather thong that zipped up over his cock, and a broad, studded black armband around his wrist. Gaynor thought his chest hair and that outfit made him look particularly dominating. He’d brought his favorite cat-o’-nine-tails flogger. It was her favorite as well. He’d also brought a backpack, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was in it.
Cameron was wearing a flowing white shirt with long, loose sleeves and skintight black jeans that hugged his tight ass and long, lean legs.
Gaynor had bought a red lace cami with matching panties and had dragged her red fuck-me shoes out of the closet. They had six-inch heels and she hated walking in them, but they made her legs look nice. Her fingernails and toenails were painted red to match.
At the gate of the community were several men. One told Tor the ground rules for the event before another one walked in front of their car to their allocated parking space. Gaynor was shivering with excitement and only caught snatches of the conversation, but it seemed to be just what Cameron had said before anyway.
As they all got out of the car, the man leading them said, “The safe word for this event is ‘parsnip.’ If anyone calls out ‘parsnip,’ everything must stop immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” said Tor.
“Understood,” said Cameron.
“Okay,” said Gaynor. Well I guess it’s not the kind of word you’d use accidentally. It’s not like they’ll be serving parsnips as a snack here tonight!
“Good. Welcome to Carnal Connections. Enjoy your night, and play safe.” The man turned, waved to the barn, and left them.
“Carnal Connections. I like that name. It sounds both naughty and fun,” said Gaynor.
“I’m looking forward to doing some naughty things with you tonight. You look very hot in that outfit,” said Cameron, sliding his hand over her ass and letting it linger for a moment in her butt crack.
“I want that. I want you both,” whispered Gaynor.
Tor put his backpack over one shoulder and said, “I think I can guarantee you plenty of orgasms tonight, but the moment we enter the barn the scene starts and you’re both under my control. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” said Cameron so fast that Gaynor knew he was more than ready to start playing. The bulge in the front of his tight pants indicated his cock was ready for action, too.
“Yes, Sir,” she added. They didn’t always use the words “Sir” or “Master,” and never outside a scene, but tonight, it seemed right to play the scene more traditionally than they often did at home. Tonight, Gaynor wanted to experience the lifestyle fully and deeply. Possibly by watching others, but maybe by taking a few more baby steps into deeper water herself. The more she’d experienced pain, the more she’d realized how much higher her pleasure spiked with it. She was shivering with desire, and the anticipation of what this night would bring so aroused her that the very act of walking made her cunt cream more from the brush of her soaking-wet panties against her skin.
* * * *
Tor hoped his nervousness wasn’t evident to anyone in the barn. Well, room really. Sure, it was a barn from the outside, but inside it was just a huge room, fully furnished like any large reception room in a public building. It had pale cream walls, heavy gold drapes covering long windows, some huge, floor-length mirrors on one wall, and a smallish stage in the center of the room.
His nervousness was much more than usual because he knew that even though Cameron and Gaynor had agreed to move forward, they were both still unsettled because he hadn’t told them about being a wolf. Tor still needed to regain their trust fully and completely, to soothe their doubts and fears, to reassure them of his love for them both and commitment toward their union. He hated that his judgment had been wrong. It worried him that, as a Dom, he’d failed his subs, and he’d never failed before.
Yet he still couldn’t see how he could have managed the issue better. The time simply hadn’t been right for that kind of discussion. They’d only been together four months. They’d still been in the process of building their relationship. If he could take it all back and do it over he still couldn’t pinpoint a time when they ought to have had that conversation. All he could do was make sure tonight was perfect for them both. What was it his friend William at the hospital said? “Build a bridge and get over it.” Yes, that’s what they would be doing tonight. Building a bridge to repair their relationship.
At first glance it didn’t seem like there were all that many people present, until Tor worked out the dimensions of the room. It was huge. People were scattered around in groups, some sitting on couches or in armchairs, others standing talking or sipping drinks. Likely there were a hundred people in the room, and it could easily fit twice that number.
He walked slowly through the room, letting Gaynor and Cameron see the people and work out the possibilities offered by the huge mirrors and the various different types of chairs. He wanted them to start imagining what they might be using in their scene later. Wanted the sexual tension to build ever higher inside them so he could lead them to amazing orgasms tonight. He cherished them and wanted to display his love in the best way he could, by enhancing their pleasure. He stopped at the table of drinks and noted that no alcohol was provided. Evidently Carnal Connections wanted people to be fully alert for whatever happened. It was a sensible idea, Tor reckoned. No one enjoyed it when people got drunk and stupid.
Tor handed them each a bottle of water, then guided them through the room again, stopping at some chairs grouped near the wall but with a clear view of the stage. For a moment he thought he smelle
d another wolf, and he searched the crowds, looking for who it could be but saw no one who said “wolf” to him. Then he laughed at himself. Of course no one had “wolf” tattooed on their forehead! He’d never actually met another wolf, but a few times, when he’d been running at a leash-free dog park, he’d been certain one of the other dogs was a wolf. However, they all moved so fast and erratically he never could decide if he was imagining it or not. Just like now. He’d thought he’d smelled a wolf, but there were so many scents here—sweat, perfume, deodorant, flowers, sex—he couldn’t possibly be sure.
Well, he’d definitely keep his eyes open tonight and his nose alert for the scent again.
A man and a woman stepped up onto the stage. The man placed a simple, wooden, straight-backed chair in the center of the stage and sat on it, his legs spread wide. He gestured to the woman, and she lay across his lap, her hands holding on to his ankle and the chair leg. Tor watched, his mouth filling with saliva, as the Dom stroked his hands up and over the woman’s back and butt, gradually pushing her dress higher and higher up her body.
As each few inches of skin were revealed, it became obvious the woman wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her skin was golden brown, her hair dark blonde, and she was wiggling into his body, evidently loving his touch. Finally he pushed the dress over her head, and it dropped down, covering her arms, still caught between her chest and his legs. Then methodically, he began to spank her ass and her upper thighs, turning them bright pink with overlapping handprints.
Beside him he caught Gaynor’s soft gasp, and he looked at her. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide and her body tense. He knew she was imagining she was the one being spanked and was finding the idea extremely arousing. Good to know. His own dick was practically breaking through his zipper, he was so turned-on by the scene.
Now the Dom signaled to the woman to stand up, and she did, the dress sliding to the floor, leaving her totally nude. She had a tattoo circling her lower left thigh. It was a band of markings and—holy shit! It was a holster with a dagger in it tattooed onto her leg. Now that was erotic indeed!
The man gestured to himself, and the sub knelt at his feet to unzip his pants. He raised his ass cheeks slightly as she pulled them off and over his feet, dropping them on her dress. When the Dom patted his lap she sat on his knee, her back to his chest, facing the crowd. He tapped her legs and she splayed them wide apart, hooking her feet around his so every inch of her pussy was exposed for everyone to see. She seemed content, leaning back on him, her breasts uplifted by her posture and her nipples pointing up. There was no doubt she was aroused, because her cunt was a deep pink and her skin was flushed even where she hadn’t been spanked.
Now the Dom pushed his cock into her cunt and wiggled it deeper inside. The audience sighed and groaned. Tor glanced around quickly, and every face he could see showed extreme arousal. Eyes were heavy lidded, cheeks pink, mouths open. He could hear Cameron’s and Gaynor’s heavy breathing and had to consciously force himself to close his mouth and maintain his normal impassive attitude.
The sub raised her arms and placed them around the Dom’s neck. He kept one hand on his cock and with the other he began teasing her breasts as he pounded up into the woman. Even with her feet locked around his legs she was being bounced up and down. The man obviously had superb muscle tone to fuck in this position.
From time to time the Dom used both hands to hold her pussy lips wide open so everyone could see his cock sliding in and out of his sub’s cunt.
Tor loved watching Cameron fuck Gaynor, but this was much more extreme. It was a show designed deliberately to make every person there wish they were participating.
Once again Tor dragged his gaze away from the couple on the stage and looked at Gaynor and Cameron. Cameron’s hands were clenching and unclenching, and Gaynor looked as though she might orgasm just from watching. Tor flicked a glance around the room. To his left a man was stroking his cock, and over to the side a woman was on her knees sucking her Dom. Other men were playing with their subs’ breasts or touching them intimately.
For a brief moment Tor had a strong urge to drive his cock deep into Gaynor’s cunt, but he controlled himself. No. He would save his orgasm for when—if—they performed a scene themselves.
As the woman on stage convulsed into an orgasm, the man withdrew his cock from her pussy and sprayed his seed over her belly. They both rested there, panting for a moment, then stood up and walked off the stage.
As if this had been a signal for the party to move up a notch, around the room several groups of people began removing their clothing and fucking.
Once again Tor checked on his subs. Gaynor looked at him and whispered, “I hope there are showers here.”
Tor and Cameron laughed.
Immediately Tor made his face impassive again. He picked up his backpack, which had been on the floor by his feet. He shouldered it very deliberately, knowing Gaynor and Cameron would be watching, wondering what was inside, wondering what he had planned for their own scene.
“Come,” he said.
Chapter Six
After they’d watched the couple fuck on the stage, Tor made Gaynor and Cameron walk around for a while. Now people had started getting romantic in various parts of the room, often on the couches but some on the floor. Gaynor was ready for an orgasm. Hell, she’d almost come when the woman on stage had come! But that didn’t seem to be Tor’s plan, so she followed him around on her fuck-me shoes, hoping he didn’t intend to do too much walking. She really didn’t plan on breaking an ankle tonight.
They went and sat down again when another couple took the stage. This woman was already naked excerpt for a corset piercing the entire length of her back, which was threaded with pink and black ribbons and tied in an intricate pattern. Gaynor agreed it looked pretty, but she wondered how the woman coped with clothing rubbing on all the metal rings. And could she even lean back in a chair? Or did she get her partner to take them out at night to sleep? But then, wouldn’t the piercing holes close over? It was all a bit too complicated for Gaynor to assimilate and definitely not something she wanted herself, but a guaranteed conversation starter for sure.
Music, which Gaynor had hardly even been aware of it was so soft, became much louder now, and the woman danced all around the man, mimicking a mating ritual. He remained mostly unmoving, only occasionally giving her a nod as she removed another item of his clothing. When he was naked she continued to dance, but now she was rubbing her body over his, and Gaynor watched as his cock grew longer and stood up proudly.
Finally he grabbed the woman as she twirled past him and undid the ribbons on her lacing. He used them to tie her hands behind her back, then he wrapped his hands in her hair and pushed her to her knees. Greedily she sucked his cock, and he very slowly rotated them so everyone could see them from all angles.
Just when Gaynor was sure he would climax, he took his hands from the woman’s hair and she stood, then lifted one leg high in the air. He slammed his cock inside her pussy and pumped hard, both their bodies jerking from the force of his strokes. Very quickly they both orgasmed, the foreplay evidently having been more than enough to bring the woman to the brink of release.
As the two people left the stage, Gaynor looked around the room. If the first scene had been the signal to crank the party up a notch, this scene must have been the one to remove the last of the people’s restraint. All around the room scenes were enacted between couples, threesomes, and groups. Some people were simply fucking, but many were using floggers, ropes, and handcuffs.
Tor nodded at her and Cameron and led them to the far end of the room, where a man was tying up his sub. There was a series of really interesting knots used, some of them strategically placed to drive the woman into an erotic frenzy. One knot rested right on her clit, and the rope was tight between her ass cheeks. Gaynor knew that even the tiniest movement the woman made would make the rope abrade her most sensitive tissues.
Next Tor walked them past several other three
somes. One woman was tightly sandwiched between the two men, one in her ass and the other in her cunt. Her mouth was filled with a ball gag. The other threesome was sitting in circle, legs crossed and knees touching the next person’s, each one masturbating him or herself while watching the other two. Gaynor really hoped Tor would let Cameron fuck her or fuck her himself. Her fingers just weren’t nearly as good as a big, thick cock.
For a moment Gaynor thought she saw Omar, the large man who wanted Ramona to mate with him, but when she looked again there was no sign of him, and she certainly hadn’t seen Ramona here tonight.
Then her gaze was caught by a woman wearing a very thick jeweled collar. Quite a number of the submissives here were wearing collars, often just a simple leather band or locked chain, but this collar was extremely elaborate and must have been very significant to the people involved.
Tor led them to an empty space in the room. “Undress, then kneel down, side by side.”
Immediately Gaynor’s heart beat faster. At last, they were going to do their scene. Tor had promised it wouldn’t be anything new, just something he knew they would enjoy. She was really, really ready for an orgasm so quickly removed her panties, cami, and shoes. By the time she kneeled down, Cameron was undressed and joined her.
Tor opened the backpack he’d been carrying all evening and handed each of them blindfolds and earplugs. Ah, so that’s what he’s planned.
Gaynor slipped the plugs in her ears then placed the blindfold over her eyes. She clasped her hands behind her back, knowing that Tor would want to handcuff her so she wasn’t tempted to move or touch anything once the scene began.
First he tied another scarf over her head, covering almost all her face as well as her eyes and ears. He really didn’t want her to get any outside clues as they played the game! There was a pause before he handcuffed her. Gaynor knew that would be because he was blindfolding and cuffing Cameron. Now she had to wait. What did he have in his backpack? Paddles? Whips? A feather? Pain, or pleasure, or both? He’s got that cat-o’-nine-tails flogger, don’t forget. Hmm. But what else?