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Subject: {ASSM} Party Night by Pami (M/F, light bondage, exhib, no sex)
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I have an author page on Asstr, where my older stories are
archived.

This story is more about the mindfuck than the regular fuck.  I
hope you like it.
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Party Night by Pami (M/F, BDSM, no sex)

I just FELT it the moment he walked into the room.  I can't
explain how or why, but I was compelled to look over at the
entrance, and there he was.  I wasn't expecting him to show up at
the party, which of course is exactly why he did.  And he was
wearing a suit.  Holy moley, he looked sexy!  I felt my heart
skip a beat and I completely lost the thread of the conversation
I was having.  He wasn't looking at me, but I knew that he was
aware of exactly where I was standing, what I was wearing, and he
probably knew what I was thinking, even.

He stopped to check in at the "welcome" table, the main purpose
of which was to make sure that your waivers were up to date. 
Public BDSM play parties require that, even if you aren't going
to play.  My eyes didn't leave him, and I got the feeling that my
friends were a bit irritated at my sudden distraction.   The
conversation continued around me, but I stood there, just
watching him.

After he put his id and wallet back into his pocket, he walked
directly over to me.  My friends just looked at him curiously, as
most of them had never even met him before, and  I took a few
moments to introduce him to them.  Once the courtesies were
completed, he just looked at me and said "Hello".

"Hi," I smiled at him.  I seriously could feel my heart racing. 
"I didn't know you'd be here tonight," I said.

"I know you didn't.  I didn't know if I'd be here myself.  I sort
of wonder why I am," he looked me in the eye as he spoke.  He was
frequently serious, which made me eager to make him laugh every
time I saw him.

I threw out what I hoped was a casual laugh.  "Oh, I know why you
are here.  Cause you knew I'd be here.  And you wanted to see
me."  I mock-posed with a hand on my hip and the other on my
hair, "Was it worth it?"

I was successful in my mission as he chuckled and said "Really? 
Are you SURE that's why I'm here?"  And he laughed again as I
nodded.  He looked me up and down - I was wearing a minidress
with bare legs and peep-toe heels.  Although the dress code was
always pretty free-wheeling at events like this, with anything
from casual to fetish to half-naked acceptable, we were both
pretty over-dressed.

"Let's talk, he said to me, and gestured to a bench in the
corner.

We sat down, and he sighed.  "I'm glad you are here," I offered,
tentatively, smiling at him.    It wasn't like me to not have a
million things to say, but when I was with him I always started
off testing the waters, to see if he was in the mood for my
chattiness.

"I'm not sure I am.  You know I shouldn't be here."  He looked at
me seriously, and I could see doubts in his eyes.  Perhaps
conversation would not be my best course of action, I reflected.

I decided to change the subject.  "You know, my shoulders really
hurt.  Do you think you could give me one of your massages?"  I
half turned my back to him.  I knew he couldn't resist the idea
of giving me a massage, and I didn't care that I was hitting him
in his weak spot.

He laughed again.  "You think you are going to convince me to
play with you, don't you?"  But he reached up and started pushing
my hair off to the side anyway.

"Noooo," I said, as I sighed.  Just that small touch was enough
to make my nipples hard.

I couldn't explain what it was about him, but there was something
between us that was thrilling on an elemental level.  I had felt
it that first night and it had only increased over time.  I knew
he felt the same way too.  "A moth to your flame" he told me
once, and it was more than mutual.  I wasn't sure either of us
was good for the other, but then, I didn't really care most of
the time.  We didn't see each other often, but every time we did,
I felt both energized and drained afterwards.  It didn't matter
if we were alone and naked or if we were in public and completely
clothed.

Neither of us spoke as he massaged my shoulders and neck.  I
moaned occasionally as he untied the knots that I always that I
carried around with me.  As he rubbed me we both watched the
various scenes unfolding in front of us.  On a St. Andrews cross
there was a female being flogged by both a man and a woman. 
There was a rope suspension being done on a woman and I could see
her face - she was positively ecstatic every time the rope was
pulled tight around her skin.  There was a woman in a bright red
corset and heels leading her slave, who was wearing nothing by a
pair of ladies panties, around on a leash.  A fire cupping was
going on over to our right.  On one of the spanking benches, two
women were saran wrapping a man to the bench, leaving only his
thong-clad ass open to their touch.  A man was unpacking a series
of implements to be used on a woman who was restrained to the
whipping post.

"What are you thinking," he whispered in my ear as his hands
dropped lower on my back.

"I'm not thinking; I'm feeling," I whispered back.

He laughed very softly in my ear.  "Liar.  You are thinking how
you want to be on one of those spanking benches right now, with
me behind you, using my belt on your ass."

I blushed.  "Ok, I wasn't thinking that until you MENTIONED it,"
I told him.  "I'm not sure I would want that anyway.  You know
how I feel about public play."

He kissed my ear, "You'd let me do anything I want to you right
here and now.  We both know it."  His hands kept kneading around
my shoulder blades.  "Admit it to me."

I didn't answer.  He knew how I felt already.  We had agreed that
the purpose of bdsm play, for both of us, was sexual
satisfaction.  Any kinky play was essentially foreplay.  At this
party, in a public place, sexual interaction was forbidden.  So
that meant that no matter how aroused either of us got, there
could be no penetration.  Not good, in my opinion, and he had
said that he agreed.  Plus I wasn't really an exhibitionist, and
I didn't think he was either.   However, I also knew that he was
right - I probably would allow him to strip me nearly naked,
spank my ass till it was beet red, and then do whatever else he
wanted, in front of whoever was watching.  All he had to do was
tell me to do it.  Stubbornly though, I refused to answer him.

He grabbed my hair and held my head still, as from behind he
traced my ear, still whispering.  "You'd be on that spanking
bench right there.  I'd pull your dress up, showing your ass to
everyone here.  I'd spank you until you cried - and we both know
you would - just like we both know your pussy would be dripping
wet."  He switched hands holding my hair and leaned over to my
other ear, kissed it and softly said, "Then I'd stand in front of
you and let you watch me take my belt off.  I'd snap it in front
of you, and you'd know what is coming next."

My breathing was very rapid as I processed his words and imagined
the scene he was painting for us.   I could feel that my panties
were damp as I uncrossed my legs and spread them ever so
slightly, allowing the air to cool me off.  My eyes were closed,
and I was a bit taken aback when he turned my head and kissed me.
 I moaned at the kiss, and my lips parted so that our tongues
could touch as I pushed to get closer to taste him.

"Uh UH," he admonished me, as he suddenly stopped touching me
altogether.  No hands tangled in my hair, on my face, no lips on
mine.  Nothing.  Feeling cut adrift, I turned my body so that I
could look at him.  He was reaching in his pocket and when he
pulled it out, he had a silk scarf in his hands.

"You know," he said almost calmly (how could he be calm?), "That
isn't how this works.  You should know that by now.  I touch YOU.
 You just accept it.  Enjoy it.  You don't try to rush it," and
he used his finger to gesture that I turn back around so my back
was to him.  I obeyed, because, well, because I WANTED to.  I
wanted him, on whatever terms he wanted to give me, and I knew
that I would enjoy whatever was coming next, just as I had always
enjoyed anything we had done in the past.

His hands brought the scarf in front of my face.  He had knotted
it in the center.  "Open" he commanded.  I did, and he inserted
the knot into my mouth and then pulled the scarf around my head,
tying it tightly behind me.

My mouth was slightly open as a result of the scarf.  I couldn't
speak, or move my mouth.  I looked around and saw that there were
some people watching us, instead of the more obvious scenes, and
I was so embarrassed I thought I'd die on the spot.  He turned me
around to face him again and he smiled.  "Someday, I'm going to
take a picture of you just like this."  He leaned towards me and
kissed my top lip.  "You look fantastic this way," he whispered.
"Not that you don't look fantastic anyway, I mean, but you
look... so amazing."  He used his tongue to trace my lips.  
"Maybe I'll blindfold you too." He gave a small shiver.  "Oh yes,
blindfolded AND gagged."  He suddenly kissed me hard, and I had
to sit there and just accept it, because I couldn't respond back
in kind.

His words made me feel wonderful.  I knew that I was pleasing
him, maybe making a fantasy come true for him, and I wanted to
make him understand that I would do anything to make him feel
happy and satisfied.  I didn't know any other way to do that,
other than proceed forward as we had been.  Each time we were
together, we took things one step further on the road.  Tonight,
though, being out in public, and even doing this mild form of
bondage, well, that was like ten steps, and we hadn't even really
touched each other.

"I want to tie you down, for real," he whispered to me as he
looked in my eyes.  "I want to do so many things to you that I
will enjoy, and you might too.  Some of them might hurt you a
bit, but you'll do it, because I want it, and that's how this
will work.  If you were truly mine, that's what we would do."

I thought about that.  I wasn't scared in the slightest.  I knew
he would never really hurt me.  Oh, yes, I knew how he felt about
me.  He might want to spank me, or tie me up and tease me
mercilessly until I begged for relief, and he might even leave a
bruise or two  in his passion, but I felt completely safe with
him.  I just wanted to see what heights we could escape to
together, pushing each other onward until probably neither of us
could move afterwards.   I wondered if he knew that I was already
his.

He kissed me fiercely again.  "I know what you are thinking, but
you are not mine.  Not yet.  We aren't ready."  He sat back
against the bench and pulled me close against him.  Still gagged,
I didn't even think to reach up and untie the scarf.  He put his
arms around me, tugged on my hair so that I looked at him, and
said "Now, let's watch the scenes, and I'll tell you what else
I'm going to do to you later."

I sighed happily and smiled as best I could.  He laughed at me
and said "And, best of all, I finally found a way to shut you
up."

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