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Chapter 11: New Year's Eve - Before The Party
Copyright© 2011 by JoeTortuga
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 11: New Year's Eve - Before The Party - 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
Traditional New Year's Eve parties and my BDSM party have a few things in common. Neither really starts until 10. We both have a countdown -- we even have a big HDTV tuned into the ball drop in New York. We've got food and party favors like confetti poppers. People dress in their finest and often even kiss at midnight.
But, let's face it, we do it differently at my House. We start at 10, but we're not done until 3 or 4; we have space for folks to crash, so no one has to leave until lunchtime on the first. We have a good spread of food -- but not booze. Alcohol and BDSM don't really mix when consent is so complicated and important, and anyway most people will be high on endorphins. No one really pays attention to the ball drop -- we do count down with it, but someone is getting flogged or caned in time to it; frankly, that's more interesting. People dress in their finest -- their finest leather, latex or other fetishwear. And some folks are properly naked, sporting their finest collar or chain. And the kissing isn't all ways mouth-to-mouth, if you know what I mean.
I napped the afternoon of the 31st away, kind of restless and a little stressed. A back rub and a blowjob from my fucktoy got me to sleep, even if I probably didn't get enough rest. Sleep is for the weak, anyway. At 9:30 I made my way into the basement to check over things.
Just inside the entryway, we had a check point for people to get their badges and bangles. The badges were on strings for wearing around the neck -- not everyone was going to have pockets or clothes. The bangles were a quick hanky-code like signal of things you were willing to do (color coded and on the right hand) and things you absolutely didn't (color coded on the left).
It was shorthand, and we'd made sure all our fucktoys had it clear, since it would speed their use. Normal hanky codes are giver on one side and receiver on the other, but this let us draw boundaries, and the switches would just have to let people know whether they wanted to pitch or catch.
Just inside was our safe-sex buffet. There were two huge bowls of condoms, and another bowl each for dental dams and gloves. Arranged in an attractive (but sure to collapse) pyramid were bottles of sample-sized lube. We buy in bulk at House Tortuga.