Spent a good deal of Saturday thinking about how to put Friday night in to words. Here is my attempt... try
Friday night saw a somewhat hotly anticipated event come to fruition. A good friend of mine was hosting a rubber party – one that has seen Twitter rife for weeks with talk of buying new latex outfits and best ways to polish and clean them. For me it all started at 10pm on the Thursday, when I turned up at his place to help construct what can only be called a rubber “fun” room. I spent a total of 11 hours cutting latex and covering the floors and walls. Never before have I polished so much rubber, particularly not accompanied by calls of “rubber bitch”!
After going home and returning clean and dressed in my suit, bowler hat, and freshly shined gloves and s10 mask, I joined the party. There were lots of lovely people in some wonderful outfits, which I was able to fully appreciate as the room filled and I ended up with the responsibility of answering the door. On seeing my full suit, New Rocks, bowler hat and s10, I was regularly greeted with “we have the right place then”! The best bit was watching my lovely lady turn up in an off the shoulder dress, kissing my face (well, mask) as if perfectly natural and saying “I love rubber”. Another highlight was greeting a young lady with whom I have only spoken to online before, after having only just discovered that we were both going to the same party.
Re-joining the party the room warm and filled with the wonderful smell of latex, I caught up with good friends and made a few new ones. I decided to go for a smoke with the lady from online, so I removed my mask and handed it to my lady for her to look after. Outside, we chatted – all of the normal things you say when you finally meet some one for the first time. I slowly moved her into the back corner and ran my latex covered hands up her inner thigh. Slowly, I worked my way towards her crotch and slid just one finger inside. We continued to smoke and chat, and she figured out that “you do keep your promises don’t you”. Then, I was interrupted by a friend handing me my s10, saying that it had been defaced. Looking at it, I could see “I heart bumming” written over both of the lenses in lipstick. I was informed that she was hiding hiding somewhere. In that situation, all that you can say between draws on your cigarette is “the bitch is going to die”. Finishing what I started with the online lady, I left her just short of what she wanted and we both headed back inside. Now, for my lady to hide in a room full of people who know us both was not clever. Hiding in a room full of people who know us and like to hurt her was just plain silly. I was quickly told where she was, and she was bought downstairs. There is nothing quite as hot as watching her being dragged by her hair to me. Grabbing hold of her arms, I put the question as simply as possible: 'Did you write on my s10?'
The response was instant: 'They told me to do it!' She quickly wriggled out and darted off, only to be bought back to me by someone else. This time, I had handcuffs in my hand. She kept fighting back, but I couldn't be bothered with trying to grab and bend back her arms so I just wrapped my arm around her throat and slowly squeezed. I knew she wouldn't last long. Watching her slump, we cuffed her hands behind her back and I slowly released the pressure on her throat. In the background all I could hear was calls of 'put the mask on her', so I placed my s10 over her face. Experience has taught us that this is the best way of keeping her quiet! I grabbed hold of her and dragged her over to the spanking bench, politely asking a few people sat on it if its was OK to move them for a minute or two. As I held onto her hair, someone sat close by helped me to unbuckled the straps and get her strapped down. She will always fight me all the way and I do love it, but she was now well and truly restrained. I went for my favourite flogger from the toy rack – it is evil, nasty and hurts like hell. Lifting the hem of the dress to give me a clear shot at her bum and thighs, I started to bring the flogger down. not as hard as I can but with enough force to be bloody painful. Bringing the strokes down over exposed skin and watching it turn red, with muffled screams in the background, is such joy; as my mother said, you have to enjoy the simple things in life, so I started to bring them down just a little bit harder. Then I stopped, ran my gloved hand over her now quite warm backside and slipped a finger between her legs. She was very wet. I removed my hand, put the flogger down and picked up the biggest cane that I could find. Two blows in and the wonderful red lines that a cane leaves was showing up, but she said that it was too much. I offered her one more, and laid in a little harder then the last. The muffled scream made me smile and giggle to myself. I then found a big marker pen and wrote 'feel free to have a go' across her bum. First up was another friend of mine, who I can only describe as a god of spanking. Hearing her scream after every blow was very enjoyable, but unfortunately we had to stop for a short while as a little blood was drawn. A bit of alcohol rub sorted her out, and a few others tried their hand at spanking her. She had the cheek to tell one of them to 'put more effort in to it'!
I uncuffed her and left her to undo herself as I needed a smoke. A little later, after she throws water over me, we decide that she's not being very ladylike so a call goes out to a friend of ours to teach her how to behave. Needless to say we come in to find my lady naked on the floor, scratch marks all over her body, and wriggling in what I hope is pain. As we walk over to her, I hear my friend say, 'Well, they're back now.' She handed over to us. I kept her pinned to the floor by standing on her hair, and my friend pulled out a very lovely looking flogger and proceeded to flog her. I stood still, watching her wriggle around unable to escape because I’m standing on her hair. My friend then pulled out a rather lovely looking WW2 bayonet, and did some wonderful head fucking knife play. We only relent when she curled up in tears.
After that, she got a hug and I got a smoke. A little later, after enjoying the rubber fun room for a short while and the feel of the latex against our skin, we went down stairs to the gyny chair. This time, there was no need for cuffs, straps or the s10. I pushed her back onto the chair, placed her legs in the stirrups and I told her to be quiet and keep her hands at the side or I would punch her in the sternum. I went to retrieve the flogger I used earlier, and started to rain the blows down on her chest and thighs. I didn't even start off slowly - this play was all about pain. A few minutes in, her arms covered her chest, so, with a quick hard punch to the sternum, a slight scream exited her mouth. Grabbing hold of her face, I told her to shut the fuck up and I continued to rain the blows over her body. Every now and then a quick slap to the face told her to shut up, or a quick punch told her to keep her hands in place, but all in all she was well behaved up until the point where I could see that she couldn't take any more of it. A quick fake of the flogger or a punch or two later, she was in tears and curling up on the chair. I got a thank you and a kiss. We cuddled for a second as we headed outside for me to have a smoke, and she stood there naked in the rain with the biggest smile.
The rest of the night was bit of a blur after the high I got from that. All I can say is what a night, and why cant I get The Communards 'Don't Leave Me This Way' out of my head ?
Doc
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