Warning: The following post contains explicit sexual descriptions.

Conny and I were sitting at the Paddles SM club last Saturday night. We were sitting in a booth at the Whips & Licks cafe, watching the video screens, the other patrons, and talking. Not too far from us, sitting on a bondage chair, unrestrained, was a man with a gag in his mouth. He was glancing around, and from the gag, it was pretty clear he wasn't here alone. Whoever gagged him kept him waiting for at least ten minutes or so. The chair he was sitting on was attached to the wall, and had numerous eyebolts to be used to attach rope to. The chair had no arms, but it did have a beam extending either side at shoulder level, so the hands of the occupant could be attached, spreading their arms out wide. The seat was also quite high, so the feet of even a tall person would not touch the ground.

Soon his "domme" came over to him. She was a reasonably passable transvestite, in a long back dress. (Even though it was really a "him," anyone who spends that much effort trying to look like a woman earns feminine pronouns here.) She removed the gag, and had him strip down to his underwear, which was a tiny pair of bikini briefs. She then proceeded to lace him quite snuggly into the chair with a bit of rope. She then placed a leather hood on him, depriving him of sight, speech, and most of his hearing.

Once she had him immobile. She began to alternately caress his chest, and pinch his nipples. It did not take long before the tip of his erection emerged from his briefs. Soon his erection was receiving attention from her, in the form of slaps. This only seemed to make her poor victim even more aroused. She then produced a small whip, stepped back, and began lashing him. His chest and nipples took the blows, but the target of the head of his very hard penis was clearly too tempting, and soon she was mixing in strokes to that as well. Conny enjoyed watching my reaction to that, it was hard not to flinch witnessing it. But, amazingly, if it were possible, he became even harder.

She would alternate the blows of the lash with strokes and caresses from her hands to his abused body. She would work him over with her hands, getting him extremely aroused, and then resume the whipping. Many times she would lean over to his ear, and speak to him while fondling his poor prick, though only the two of them know what was said. It sure seemed to have an effect on him.

She worked him over in the chair for at least 30 minutes. Alternating the pain with pushing him to the brink of orgasm. Never once did his erection waiver. I don't think either Conny or I could take our eyes away from the scene. It was very intense.

With the late hour, we did one more quick circuit of the club to see a final taste of the action, and went to fetch our coats to return home. While standing at the coat check, we were treated to the intense screams and moans of pleasure of an unseen woman in another part of the club. Conny and I looked at each other grinning, as this woman vocalized her delight loudly, and long enough for us to get our coats on, and walk up the stairs of the club. We could hear her through a door and a flight up. A fitting ending, I thought. I still regret not going to look to see what was happening to her. But, maybe the imagination is better anyway. Luckily, getting a taxi was easy, and we were soon on our way home.

Conny was smiling. "It was very interesting." There was a twinkle in her eye. Her gift is an ability to use few words, but say a great deal.

We got home, after 2AM. We sat up and talked for another hour, about the things we saw, and the things we were feeling. I could feel myself being drawn in, in spite of myself. There was a part of me that wanted to keep things simple. I'm not looking for a relationship, I told myself. I don't need these complications. But nothing I was feeling felt remotely complicated. It was simple. It was as easy as breathing.

In the movies, there is a moment when the lovers suddenly both let loose, and tear into each other passionately. I am sure this happens to people, and probably a lot of people. I'm not built that way. Instead, for us, it was more like a rising wave approaching the shore. Massive, powerful, steady. Gradually, gently and irresistably, it carried us for the next four hours, building in intensity until it broke on the shore of sweet bliss with the sunrise. What was so magic was how natural everything was, yet for both of us, we were covering such new ground. It was like two people coming together and effortlessly performing a complicated dance that neither has done before, without having to speak a word.

Never have a felt so drawn in, yet so powerful at the same time. It is a heady mix. Reluctantly, we finally both surrendered to sleep in each other's arms, neither of us wanting to miss a waking second with each other.
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