I attended an invitation only kink party last week and I must say I was terribly disappointed. I was hoping for some Eyes Wide Shut Heiros Gamos type of action not flabby boys running around in those elephant underwear, you know, the sort where one puts his penis in the trunk of the elephant.Nor baudy little basic girls in fairy costumes, the type of which can be found at Cindy's for 29.99.
Now, my tastes are not terribly kinky. Personally, I like a bit of spanking and hair pulling and that's it. I'm not inclined to be racked and welted nor penetrated with that which would cause cardiac arrest in a brood mare. Admittedly what I did not understand about myself until I attended that party is that I very much enjoy being a voyeur, and that I harbored quite dom tendencies.
I found I actually loved sitting on a chair on a raised dais watching the flogging and naked revelry around me in my profoundly elaborate outfit while some rather nude and groveling boys and girls attended to me like slaves, offering to bring me cocktails (they did), kissing my hand (they did) and licking my shoes (oh I loved that). Two generous men became my living footstools for about an hour with me digging my stilettos into their bare flesh, especially that tender peninsula of flesh at the crux of their supple thighs.(my La Perlas could barely contain my joy at this) And I delighted in severely cropping an insolent young girl who had the poor fortune of bringing me white instead of red wine. I found I very much enjoyed the dichotomy of adulation for me, and humiliation for them.
But I am nothing if not a true lover of the aesthetic. I love pretty things, I love pretty people, I love pretty environments. What I loathed was the setting. A shack essentially with dirty mattresses and couches stolen off the porches of indigent persons. An appalling choice of beverages was offered, I mean these distillations dreamed of being speed rack quality, and the the people, well there were too many of them and while I truly applaud and enjoyed their openness and hospitality they were a bit too bromidic for my taste.
Are there smaller parties at finer venues, perhaps those of us who would like to met out punishments and rewards in suits and gowns with a well crafted cocktail or two at the ready? Could I be so bougie as to wonder if there are just a few, perhaps 10 or so fellow petite bourgeoisie attractive and naughty 35-55 year old men and women who would be interested in such a thing? Nice large suite at a hotel? Rented condo on the lake? Someone's private house?
Ah well, one can give oneself over to fantasy right? If you could participate in something like this what would you like to see?