I felt hot that night. An appropriate state of mind for my second fetish event…

This time it was a private party. Our friends insisted Boy Toy and I go but we didn’t really feel up for it. I’m a little uneasy about such events. Play, for me, is a private thing. It’s sex. I wasn’t sure what I would see there. But a few hours before the party, I asked Boy Toy if he felt like going. I had decided that if he did want to go, then maybe it’d be fun to try. I told him, though, that he’d have to be my slave boy and stay by my side. He was wearing the CB6000. I joked that he was dressed for the occasion. He was uncomfortable in it with the pants I wanted him to wear, though, so I let him out. I’m just that nice.

A friend of ours joined us at Boy Toy’s and the three of us walked to the party. When we walked in, we were greeted by a slave who took our coats for us. Two more of our friends showed up right behind us. They were the ones who tried to convince us to go and we hadn’t told them we had changed our minds, so they were quite surprised to see us there.

There were two rooms at this party. A playroom and a main room where people just chatted, sipped a drink and listened to music. Read the rest of this entry »