Countdown

Okay, I really need to stop staring. Or stop getting caught, at least.

It’s just… hard to look away.

Plus, no one seems to mind… being looked at. I mean, I guess that’s the point of allowing yourself to be put in such a… vulnerable position in a public place.

To be looked at. To… be an object of everyone’s desire. No control over who’s looking or… what happens to you.

It’s all so mesmerizing…

“Hey, I’m going to run to the bathroom. I’ll come find you guys.”

I really wasn’t prepared for how elaborate this all would be. I wouldn’t say I’m underdressed or anything, but damn… some of these people look like they’ve been working on their outfits all year.

The light in here is dim… red… Everyone’s faces obscured by shadows. I feel sexy in the darkness.

There’s an excitement in the air here like everyone’s waiting for something to happen.

To be honest, Ash kind of did a shit job at preparing us for what a ‘new year’s fetish ball’ would be like. Apparently, this party is legendary in the kink community because the host goes all out and hires all these performers and brings in a bunch of dungeon equipment.

It’s such a Leo move to take your vanilla friends to a kink party.

Well, I guess I’m not vanilla. Just… inexperienced.

God, this place is huge… like a giant industrial cavern. I don’t know how I’ll ever find my friends again, to be honest.

I could use a break from the crowd for a few minutes. Just a quick breather.

There’s a spot available on that couch, but it’s a tight fit with those two women.

“Hey, um, do you mind if I sit here for a minute?”

“Not at all, go ahead.”

Mm, it’s nice back here, not too many people. I tend to gravitate towards places like this at parties. Little refuges away from all of the people and excitement.

I take a moment to look around and… something catches my eye. That woman by the bar. She’s kneeling in front of another woman sitting at the bar, her back straight, just… waiting to be told what to do. She’s completely naked except for a pair of sheer lace panties and burgundy leather thigh and wrist cuffs.

Being exposed like that… in public. It’s… It’s an exciting thought.

“Pretty, isn’t she?”

“What? Oh… yeah, she is.”

“And very well trained by the looks of it.”

A little wave of… something goes through me. That word, trained, it’s… I don’t know. It does something to me. I can’t tell if you two are dating or… what.

You’re both head to toe in black, sitting close together, but not overly affectionate. Maybe you’re just friends.

“You’re not alone here tonight, are you?”

“Oh, no, my friends are… somewhere. I just needed a little air.”

“I don’t blame you. I’ve never seen so many people at one of Mia’s parties.”

“Mia?”

“The host, yeah. She’s kind of a big deal in the kink world. Are you…?”

“Yeah, I… I mean, sort of. I’ve experimented. But this is my first time somewhere… like this.”

“Well, first time for everything, right?”

I feel two pairs of eyes trace down my body. It feels good, but now I wish I had worked a little more on my outfit. You both just sort of… exude confidence. I’m not sure what it is, but… I like it.

“So, any resolutions for the new year?”

“Oh, god, I haven’t even thought about it.”

“You’re not much of a resolutions type, huh?”

“I don’t know, I mean I get why people are so into it. I just don’t want to set the year up for disappointment by making a promise I won’t keep.”

“Fair enough. I like that.”

“I mean, I have goals, I guess. But I don’t really feel the need to be super structured about it.”

“Well, what’s one of your goals?”

“Trying to say ‘yes’ to more things.”

“Ooh. That’s a good one. Brave of you.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, sounds like you’ll be doing a lot of things you wouldn’t normally do.”

“Yeah. Well, I, um, I don’t necessarily see anything wrong with that.”

“Come upstairs with us.”

You both exchange a look and then turn your gaze back at me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. What exactly are you asking me…?

I look back and forth between you both. It’s rare that I get hit on like this, by someone so… forward. It’s also rare I get hit on by two women at once.

“Okay.”

I can’t tell if my heart is beating faster or if the bass of the music is just getting stronger. I don’t really know what I just signed up for, but… I don’t really care.

There’s something so deviant about this whole situation. The fact that we don’t even know each other’s names… that we just met not even five minutes ago and I’ve just agreed to… I don’t know what.

“Nice, the chair is available.”

“Oh… wow…”

The vibe is so much calmer upstairs.

It’s still public, though. And anything we do will be in full view of the crowd below us or any of the handful of people milling about up here.

All along the back wall are rows of paddles… floggers… coils of rope… cuffs and chains. There’s a sex swing in the corner and a spanking horse in the middle of the room where a man is bent over and cuffed, his bare ass in full view as another guy circles around him with a paddle in hand.

Facing the balcony overlooking the dance floor below is a simple wooden chair bolted to the ground.

“So, you said you’ve experimented with this kind of stuff before?”

“Yeah, just a little. I, um… I really like being… restrained.”

“Okay, well, we can go slow. You can pick out what you want us to use and… we’ll go from there.”

I make my way to the wall, taking in the colorful textures and materials of every toy as I pass by. I try to imagine what kind of sensation each one would bring… The tickler… the flogger… the paddle…

The ropes look soft, silky almost, and my whole body reacts at the thought of being bound to the chair in them. I grab two of the coils and the feather tickler.

“Mm, good choices. Before we get started, just know that we’ll stop anytime you want to stop. We’ll slow down if you want. Or try something new if you’re not feeling it. You’re the one in control here. Just let us know what you’re feeling.”

“Okay. Wait. What do I call you?”

“Right now? You can call me Angel.”

“And tonight I’ll be Devil. Why don’t you undress for us?”

I’ve counted at least seven people upstairs since we got here. Two are in various states of undress and busy with the spanking station. There’s a few people just hanging around… just watching… and they’ll be able to watch whatever is done to me…

God, this is insane. But… I want it. I want to expose myself… I want to let someone else take control…

“Mm, I thought I liked you in that dress. But… I like you much better without it. Sit.”

This feeling… I can’t… I don’t know how to even express it. Literally naked in front of a crowd… giving away my power… to strangers…

Devil unfurls the coil of rope, threading it through her fingers and drawing out long lengths. She moves to stand behind me. My head is swimming.

Her hand reaches around me and grabs my left wrist. She pulls it back behind the chair and does the same with the right.

“How does it feel? Soft silk rope winding around your wrists…?”

“Drawing… slowly… over your thigh…”

“Your ankles… And now… you’re all ours.”

Angel looks down on me, shadows all across her face. She bites down on her bottom lip and takes her time looking me up and down.

“Something is… missing. A blindfold. Is that alright with you?”

“Y-yeah… please…”

“There. You’re being really good for us.”

My vision goes dark and suddenly all of my other senses heighten. I can hear my heartbeat getting faster and harder every moment.

“I’m going to just… gently… swipe this feather tickler down your neck…”

“… down your chest… right across your nipples…”

The sensation is so soft, barely there… but it makes me press back into the chair and pull gently at the ropes keeping me still.

“That feels good. I can tell… you like it. You like the attention, don’t you?”

The tickler glides down my abdomen and into my lap. It’s so light against my thigh… trailing over it… between my legs…

“We can make you feel things you’ve never felt before. You just have to ask for it.”

Her finger, or maybe Devil’s, pinches my right nipple. She squeezes it between her fingers, twisting it around and caressing the skin with a firm, rough touch.

“You like that? When it hurts a little?”

“Ohh, yeah… yeah, I want… more… please…”

“Pain… makes the pleasure that much better… doesn’t it?”

Her fingers squeeze around both of my nipples at the same time. I’ve lost track of the tickler… but I think Angel is still teasing it somewhere between my legs.

A hand wraps gently around my jaw and turns my head to the side. I’m getting wet. I need… fuck, I need more…

“I’m going to touch you now…”

“Yes… please…”

Her fingers trail slowly across my legs. She’s taking her time pushing my legs apart… slowly slipping two fingers between my folds…

“Mm, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? Do you feel how wet you are?”

“You’re doing so good. Do you want more?”

“Yeah, yes, I want… fuck, I want more…”

“Let me just… oh, yeah, there it is. Just going to play with your clit… nice… and slow, get that pussy nice and wet for us. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to make a mess for us?”

“Shit… shit, that’s… so good, right there…”

“So good for us. Mm, I’m going to stay right here… just playing with you… I know you can take it.”

She suddenly pulls her fingers away. I lift my hips to try to get them back, but they’re gone.

A hand curls around my jaw and guides my head to the side once more, but this time I’m met with a warm, soft kiss.

“We have another toy we want to play with. Are you okay with… this?”

“Yes… fuck, yes, please. Please, I need more…”

“I like the sound of you begging. I liked the sound of you moaning, too. I want to hear more of that.”

My whole body is throbbing. Every little movement I make against the ropes… every moment of not being able to see… is a reminder… a reminder of the control I gave away willingly.

Angel drags the vibrator slowly up my thigh… inching it closer and closer to my pussy… but still withholding…

“Please… please, fuck, please. I want it—I want more, please—”

“Shh, I know you do. Just be patient. You can be patient, can’t you?”

I open my legs wider. I’m so fucking desperate for that vibrator…

“Good… so good for us. Let’s make it a little more… intense.”

“Good… so good for us. Let’s make it a little more… intense.”

“Ohhh, fuck! Ohh, god yeah, yeah—”

“Feel me… circle your clit, pressing it up against you… harder… harder. Mm, that’s making you fucking shake…”

You pull the vibrator away… And then return it straight to my clit.

You pull it away… and then drag it across each nipple. The ropes are barely holding me upright anymore. I’m so fucking desperate.

“Hey, the countdown is about to happen.”

“Okay, you really want to be good for us? We’re going to have a countdown of our own…”

“Yeah… yeah, please… make me cum…”

“Okay… we’re going to count down from ten. You can’t cum until we reach the end, okay?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay.”

“Okay, ready?”

“Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one…”

The world comes rushing back into view as the blindfold is pulled away from my eyes Down below us, everyone is cheering, kissing, dancing.

I lean back in the chair and the ropes start to fall away as Angel and Devil release me. I’m too tired to move, too tired to put my dress back on. Was anyone watching us…? How could they not have been? There’s more people up here now then there were when I was blindfolded.

God, it’s… it’s such a powerful feeling…

“Here, drink this.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“So… how was that?”

“It was… a great start to the new year.”

“Good. I’m Casey, by the way. And she’s my girlfriend, Mal. There’s a bathroom just down the hall there. Wanna get dressed and, uh, we’ll buy you a drink?”

“Well, in the spirit of my resolution, I think… yes.”