Sexuality Happens

I had heard about this Fetish Party in Denver. I wasn’t sure what the difference was between a fetish party and a play party, but I knew I wanted to go. However, being new to the Denver scene, I didn’t want to go alone. I texted my Colorado (for a little longer!) partner in crime, Chris. Sadly, she and her partner were slated to attend a birthday party that night, so as much as they wanted to go, they had to beg off.

Well. My best friend from Seattle, who would totally go, was leaving that afternoon, and I didn’t know of anyone else who’d be willing to attend. On a complete and total whim, I texted M. Why, I’m not sure. I mean, I couldn’t even get her to make a move and kiss me, and I was inviting the poor thing to a fetish party. I put it out of my mind after I sent the message. Until my phone rattled on my desk.

“What would I have to wear?”

Um. What? Was she pulling my chain? We texted back and forth a little bit, joking about her olympic fetish and me suggesting she go as an athlete, but then it got more serious. It sounded like she legitimately might got. In the interest of consent and disclosure, I told her that there was also a small play party going on as well, but we didn’t have to play. She said she was fine, and we settled on her wearing black dress pants, a black button down, and a white tie. God, I have such a thing for ties. *shivers* While not a dictionary defined fetish, it’s kind of sort of lurking there.

Then Friday morning, I realized that perhaps she didn’t know what a play party was. Fuck. I was going to have to tell her, in order for there to be complete consent, but maybe I was going to lose my escort.

She took it in stride, asking a few questions. I explained about safewords, and told her if she was uncomfortable with anything, I had no problem leaving whenever. M let me know she was good to go, and that she’d see me that night.

The problem of what to wear presented itself. Given my current broken state, I can’t wear heels. Or really much on my right leg other than my walking boot…so that left out shoe and stocking fetishes. I don’t wear leather, and other than a hot pair of latex gloves (thanks Jerry – I love them), don’t own rubber or latex clothing items. I had two fetish-y items; a blood red and black vinyl skirt, and a black and red corset. Perfect, except the two reds don’t match. I opted to go with the corset, and a floor length metallic blue skirt I hadn’t worn in 5 or 6 years. Thank goodness it fit.

Once she got here, I requested her help in finishing tying me up (my corset you pervs — the sex comes later!). It was adorable; “Um, how do I do this? I’ve never tied anything except my shoes.” Corset complete (and my boobs looked and felt AMAZING, if I do say so myself), I mixed her a drink. Now, I know I’m not usually one to use alcohol as a social lubricant or relaxant, but I was fairly certain we weren’t going to play, and that if anything happened, she’d be sober by the time I got her home. And she’s a college student (yeah yeah yeah, I know. That’s two), and is used to drinking in order to relax in new situations. So after I showed her the party’s myspace page, and some of my new toys
I’d gotten from VibeReview, and she had finished her drink, we were off.

The drive over was interesting…but fun. We had no trouble finding the place, although I had issues bending over in my corset enough to strap up my boot. In we went, checked our names off as I paid our entry fees, and so the party began. People were in all types of outfits; latex, vinyl, pleather, school girl, leather, corsets, body paint and more. One girl hung on ropes, completely suspended, another was tied to the bronze spider web on the wall. I positioned us so we could watch the goings on, and moved occasionally. I was getting nervous. M said she was ok, but hadn’t made any moves…I wasn’t sure where this night was going, if she was flipping out inside, etc. I fidgeted with her tie (did I mention how hot ties are???), subconsciously pulling her close to me…and then she kissed me. Finally!

After grabbing a drink, a few M and Ms, and using the bathrooms, I made my way over to a black leather chair, carefully plopping into it (freaking corsets), and pulling M towards me to perch next to me on the arm. I may have been wearing the wrist restraints that perfectly matched my corset, but I felt very much in charge of the situation. We watched some of the scenes going on, with a little bit of conversation here and there. Every now and then, I pull on her tie, and we’d kiss. In between semi-stolen kisses, she rubbed the tips of her fingers across my bare back, neck, and more. I have incredibly sensitive skin, and shivered at the touch of her. She went to grab us a bottle of water, and I was thankful for her warmth when she returned.

Trying to be gutsy, I mentioned how amazing my breasts felt. “Here, don’t they feel great?” I said as I gentle deposited her hand on my right breasts. She agreed, and stroked it a bit, turning me on immensely before stopping. Damn it again with the mixed signals, but maybe she just felt uncomfortable in public. Eventually, we left the chair, and wandered over towards where I’d left my bag. She came up behind me, kissing my shoulders. She’s the only person I’ve ever had do that to me, and may I just state that it felt exquisite.

“So, um, what time you do you have to be home tonight?” I asked cautiously, remembering a certain teasing and case of blue ovaries I’d endured on the Saturday before.”

M replied. “3am or so — it needs to be an earlier night.”

Inquisitively, I looked at her. “What time is it now?”

She pulled out her phone. “A little after midnight.”

“Oh? Ok, we’re leaving NOW.” I grabbed my bag, pulled her in for another set of kisses, and lead her to the door, pausing to chat with an amazon-eqsque woman who visually reminded me of a friend in Philly, but was nothing like her personality wise. After the whole boot thing at the car, I hustled us back down the dark and wet Denver streets. “Just so you know, and I don’t mean this in a sketchy way, but I’m going to need you to help me get out of my corset. And that means you might just happen to see my breasts.”

“Oh, that would be horrible, but I guess if I have to.”

We drove back to my place, chatting a bit. I had my hand on her leg until the rain got heavy, and I needed both hands on the wheel to drive. We pulled into my parking space, and after another set of boot drama and breathing issues, we made it to the elevators. “I might just have an orgasm when I get this bloody thing off,” I contemplated as we waited. Once inside the elevator, I made use of that trusty tie, and got a few more kisses before the doors dinged open on my floor.

Unlocking the door, I stepped inside and turned on the lights. My cats greeted us. Promptly, I locked the door, and presented my back, explaining how to loosen it enough for me to unhook it. M carefully untied it, placing a few kisses on my back. I really don’t know what it is about being kissed there, but it feels simply phenomenal. A slowly unlatched it, letting the corset drop to the floor (don’t worry, I rolled it up and put it back in its back before we went much further!) as my hands moved upwards to cover my breasts.

“Wow, you have some marks from them. They’re nice.” Gently, she ran her fingers over the marks the boning had left, causing me to shiver. Her lips ran over my back, shoulders and back of my neck as I contemplated my next move. Grabbing her hand, I led her towards my bedroom. She stopped to use the restroom as I let my skirt pool into a pile on the floor, and hopped under the covers. I was cold and alone, without someone to warm me up.

M entered the room. Unbuttoning the black shirt to reveal a white undershirt underneath. She made a move to remove her tie, and I protested, asking her to leave it on. Slowly, she replaced the tie, and began to remove her shoes, climbing into bed with me.

That’s all you get for today! Tomorrow is a review of Spanked, edited by Rachel Krammer Bussel, and Thursday is, well, Half Nekkid Thursday), but if you come back on Friday, you can find out what happened after we were under the covers…tie and all!

-Essin’ Em