Sir Tortuga's Society Household Blog
Copyright© 2011 by JoeTortuga
Chapter 13: Near Mix-Up
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 13: Near Mix-Up - I run a Household in a secret BDSM Society. I think we need to be more open, and join the rest of the world, so I'm blogging about what really goes on here. I'm a pansexual sadist, and I take my pleasure wherever I will. The codes will update as I post, out of courtesy. I'll update weekly with my posts from the previous week.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Light Bond Humiliation Sadistic Group Sex Orgy Safe Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Water Sports
The snack carts rolled out around eleven, and I've got to say Chef outdid herself this year. There were three: a fruit, vegetable and chip snack cart. The fruit was one of the male fucktoys, and she'd built a pineapple tower with his cock. Grapes and strawberries, kiwis and cherries were lined up and down his sides, forming a bowl of sorts for whipped cream. Thankfully he kept himself shaved, so no chest hair in the topping. I'm not sure how he kept his cock hard for so long, it was an impressive ability in a male fucktoy, so I'd have to play with him soon.
The Chef had done similar sculptures on the women, using their bodies to offer both finger foods and spreads for snacks. A good cheese spread had been mostly eaten of the breasts of the fucktoy with chips, so I licked her breast clean before grabbing a few crackers and checking out the veggie tray fucktoy. Judging by how fast these were going, they'd be fucking soon, so I mde sure to sample a bit from all of them. I grabbed a few carrots and dipped them into an excellent french onion dip that pooled between her breasts, and was probably uncomfortably cool.
That made me smile, a fucktoy who is uncomfortable knows they are being used for someone else's pleasure.
One of my Dungeon Monitors, a petite blonde with short hair came up to me then. "Sir," she said. "I think you're needed in the Fire Room."
"You think, you're not sure."
"Yes, Sir," She said. She licked her lips. "Fifteen is in there, but his bangle say it's okay."
Fifteen had a hard limit on fireplay. My first thought was that he was pushing himself to show how loyal he was, if so, he probably deserved what would happen. But I wasn't sure of that, and whomever he was playing with wouldn't get the experience they wanted, either, particularly if he backed out. The DM and and I headed for the stairs, and I stopped one of the fucktoys who was serving wine, and had him put down his tray and follow.
When we got there, Fifteen was strapped to a St. Andrews' Cross, blindfolded and gagged. He seemed a bit obvlivious to what was going on around him. I quickly inspected his bangles, and they were wrong. Fireplay should have been on his left, and it was on his right. I turned to the Dom who was managing the scene, where she was working, setting out her supplies --ethanol, and a flamestick.
"Is there a problem?" she turned to me. I quickly read her name on the badge.
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