This past weekend we hosted Fetish Night. I had my reservations, worrying that the theme was too hardcore for our members, too risque. The attendance was down this month, and I figured it was because of the theme, even though there was another huge party going on this weekend in good ole New Brunswick.
Words really can't express how extraordinary this party was. It was honestly our best to date, certainly our most memorable. The party was amazing, the food and party games were off the hook, and the hospitality rooms...holy god.
Malcolm had promised to be there, knowing how important this night was to me. As my master, it was his obligation to be there to keep me. It was also our night to reaffirm our D/s relationship, and to break in my brand new collar. Last month, although the party was a roaring success (BiFem Night), all my stuff got stolen, including my toy bag, which contained my much loved collar. That old collar was a conundrum. Jachin had originally purchased it for me, had hand picked it out along with the unusual attachment. It was a one of a kind collar, beautiful, expensive, and unique. He and I wore it once during sex play and he discovered that he hated the thing because it covered too much of my neck, and he couldn't choke the mess out of me when I was wearing it. So we really never used it again. Malcolm collared me with it though, and it had a whole new life. I was sad to lose it, Malcolm had loved it as well. But somehow starting over has been exciting as well. This new collar is not burdened with memories of another lover. It is pure, and it is Malcolm and I as Master and Sub.
Malcolm had to be in Boston this weekend, but he proved his love to me yet again by making the drive back to Maine to Ogunquit, staying for the majority of the party, and then having to drive back to Boston in the wee hours of the morning. He could have changed his mind, I could honestly tell he wanted to. But he knew how much it meant to me, and he didn't want to leave me alone again this month. He wanted to be by my side. And he made it. I didn't see him when he first arrived, but when someone said to me "Hey! Look who it is!" My head turned and my eyes lit up. I ran to him, and jumped into his arms. He laughed his special laugh for me when he is delighted by my love and affection. And we went up to Ian's room to get him changed into his outfit for the night.
I can't honestly think of a stronger statement of masculinity than to wear a kilt. You have to be sure of who you are, ready to rock it, ready to look at someone who wants to jeer at you and say "Yeah, AND?" As you can see above, it was a kilt kind of night. Women were mopping up their chins, and my beautiful Malcolm had all the women agog at him as he pranced in his hand made kilt, even in the midst of the other two who had more beautifully made garments. He said he still loved his best. LOL. He changed into his ensemble, making sure to be totally naked underneath. It's only a kilt if you are, otherwise, if you're wearing undies, it's just a man-skirt, so says our awesome DJ, as shown on the left. LOLOL. Once Malcolm was dressed, and had his bad ass boots on as well, I showed him the box full of new sub items that had arrived for me. Normally the sub and her master would shop together, but Malcolm had me describe everything I was ordering, and gave his approval. I made sure to get all the accessories to go with it, and he methodically and patiently locked me into my new collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs.
I felt beautiful last night. More beautiful than I have in a long time. It was reflected apparently since I was handed many many complements. But it can't even begin to compare to how I felt after I was collared. I truly BECAME Lilith, smoky eyed, insatiable, and totally devoted to my Master. Collaring has always been exciting for me, but last night, shackled, I never felt more radiant in my servitude. In my slip corset, ankles bound, and barefoot...padlocks on all my cuffs...I belonged to him utterly. His hand on my leash left no uncertainty to anyone that I was his property. And being his has it's amazing benefits. I am sheltered and protected as a thing of great worth, as his displeasure and wrath are a scary and ferocious thing. I am cared for by everyone who clucks and fusses over me, making sure I am ok. The men are honor bound to keep me safe and happy. The women cherish me as Himself's favored woman. It's a hard concept to verbalize, but in this dog eat dog world, my servitude to Malcolm as his sub puts his stamp on me whether or not he is present in the room, and I am wrapped in a cocoon of his making even when he cannot be with me. It is the most wonderful and loved feeling I have ever known.
He was ravenous last night. And he was incredible. When he began to play, the kilt came off, convenient as it was, and he was unstoppable. I love to watch him as he is so breathtakingly beautiful. His lithe lean body movements are so fluid, so graceful. And I love to see those women clutch the bed sheets, and moan, and scream. I love to see them amazed at the power of the first orgasm, surprised at the intensity of the second, and a little scared by the third and possibility of more. I love to see them beg for time out, and then sit up and look at him a little dazed. I especially love to see when he decides he's going to fuck them. He'll roll the condom on, struggling if it's not a Magnum, and then enter them in one steady and firm downstroke until his balls slap their ass. Then he'll roll into them, undulating like a belly dancer, and I know what that feels like, how that cock rubs up against every conceivable spot in your pussy, and how the sensation is overwhelming. When he begins to power thrust the moaning begins and he'll crook his hand at me sometimes to come over and kiss him, or lick their clit, or rub them or just come closer so that he can have his hand on His sub.
I'm allowed to pick and choose who I'll play with, so long as I'm available to him at any moment. He likes to stop for a break and watch me. He says he feels the same about me as I do about him, and he finds me beautiful when I am doing what it is that I do. He loves watching me suck cock and will encourage me on, asking the recipient if he likes what he is feeling. He loves to watch me fuck, but he especially looks forward to watching me cum. He will stop whatever he is doing when he hears me cumming, will stop and look for me and he will get so hard and aroused to see me squirt for another man, or hear me scream in orgasm. He also knows when I'm faking with someone, and will come to rescue me, immediately. My punishment for faking is to have him command me to cum, and he will be relentless with me until I cum for real, several times.
Last night I got to enjoy so much bisexual play. It was my joy to have my girlfriend sit over my mouth and let me lick her while Malcolm first ate me, then fucked me, bareback, for all to see him claiming me as his own. That moment in time was burned into my memory, and will serve to get me off several times this week. We didn't get to do any of our hardcore play afterwards. Malcolm had a long drive back, and I talked to him for a good portion of it to help him stay awake. I actually cut our phone conversation short because I was getting choked up. I hate being apart from him. Call me a baby, but his removing my sub gear, and releasing me makes me cry. I didn't want him to go although I understood why. The depth of his love for me, however, humbled me to the point of tears, and I didn't want him to hear me sniffling and start feeling bad. He captured my heart even tighter this weekend, and he knows.
I was very lucky to have a couple stay with me thru the night, both to cuddle with and to fuck. I was well satisfied, and satisfied them well. LOL, but Malcolm and I are unfinished, and I am looking forward to being in his bed again so he can mark me.
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