My first BDSM Party

I was week 2 into a new relationship – all loved up and not even at the “leave a toothbrush” stage. Out with a group of friends the conversation drifted to NYE just over a week away and what everyone was planning. My response was that I had no plans but the new fella piped up and said “we’re off to a party”. Before the end of the night at least two other people had asked me did I know where he was taking me and was it something I was comfortable with? I was intrigued to say the least.

“So, where are you taking me on NYE” I asked as we snuggled in bed that night. I was told a friend was having a party but that it would be “a bit full on” and how did I feel about stepping outside my comfort zone. It seems silly now but my only question at the time was “what should I wear?”.

So come NYE I wore a slinky black dress and a gstring and off we headed to Sydney’s north shore. Sydney kinksters are going to guess straight away where we’re off to lol

We drove into the depths of suburbia, honestly it could be where my parents live and in fact my partner’s parents lived not too far away. We arrived, parked and walked up to the unassuming front door with only the lit porch light an indication that anyone was expected.

Moments later the door was opened by an extremely tall trans woman wearing latex, spikes and thigh high boots. We were welcomed inside and told to leave our drinks with her at the bar which had been set up in the kitchen. Then she was off to find Angel the hostess to show me around. The framed photos on the wall were not your usual family photos – insanely gorgeous women dressed in latex, netting and corsets, muscley men in harnesses and plenty of action shots with women on aframes and red bums and an assortment of toys on display.

Angel arrived and greeted my partner enthusiastically, he was obviously not a newbie like me. We were introduced around but decided to plant ourselves on the chairs set out around the grassy backyard and just people watch. And what a night it was. Flogging, watersports, gimp masks, subby boys, alpha women, alpha men, subby girls, trans people, and a couple of newbies like us. The highlight of the night was an incredible rope bondage performance complete with suspension and a very sexy rope bunny and her talented master. I was transfixed and I admit seeing a half naked woman being tied up was definitely a turnon. I think that was also the night I met one of Sydney’s most well know foot fetishists and tried my hand, or in this case feet, at trampling. I enjoyed the look on his face as my heel dug tentatively into his scrotum and later on my bare feet when I walked on his back, and front, with another lady who showed me how it was done.

So I loved the night, I was hooked and I attended many more of these parties over the years. But one poor lady had obviously not been told where she was being taken by her partner (consent people, honestly it’s not that hard) and lasted all of 10 minutes before storming out. Which is a shame because although I didn’t play that night it sparked something in me which had been dormant since I played cowboys and Indians as a child and was always the one tying up the cowboy lol

So if someone invites you to a party which might be a “bit full on” don’t dismiss it. You never know what dormant bdsm traits it might ignite in you.