Message-ID: <10439eli$9804192007@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Suki <suki@fish.com> Subject: The Dinner (f, mast, voy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <353A80EC.E598C576@fish.com> The Dinner by Suki At last minute, my friend had invited me to join her at the annual Police Officers Association Dinner & Dance. I accepted, and then spent the day trying to figure out what to wear. I had asked my SO if he minded, since I was somewhat canceling out on plans with him and his comment was, "What, me mind? Mind you going to a dinner with more testosterone in one place than you've been around all year? Oh, of course not." He was just kidding, but the comment stuck in my mind, exciting me. I decided to indulge that night, and carry out a private fantasy. After a nice hot shower I located the specific teddy I was looking for. I had come to determine that this teddy was really 'mine'. Since I used it more for self-play than for show to my SO. It was tight and black, and hugged firmly down my front and in between my cheeks in the back. Using a little bit of oil, and a little bit of tiger balm I carefully inserted a small plug in the back, and a vibrator in the front, securing them firmly under the teddy so they could not slip. I turned the vibrator on and continued getting ready. It took me an hour and a half to get ready. I don't think it's ever taken me that long. But I was distracted. Every movement reminded me of the invasions. My muscles were constricting and relaxing in the nicest way. It was a tease. A self tease. The vibrator was not enough to make me cum, but it was enough to keep me excited. I kept finding extra reasons to cross the room, too. When it was almost time to go I turned the vibrator off. I had selected my black dress leather pants, and a maroon silk shirt that night, with silver dangle jewelry. I was a little worried, because it felt like I was so wet that I was dampening the inside lining of the pants, and I did not want to stain them. But I decided it would be OK if they were a little damp. I could always have them cleaned. With the toys still inserted I left the house to pick up my friend. Driving was sweet torture. First of all, just sitting down was pleasurable, because it changed the pressure in my backside. And when I started the car, the vibrations of the engine added to the pleasure. It was like turning into a giant vibrator. It's a good thing I have a lot of self-control or I probably would have had an accident that night. Anyway, I safely arrived at my friends house, and went inside. Standing up out of the car distracted me again. Shift in pressure, of course. I picked her up and we went on to the dinner. Amazingly, there was parking right in front. Thank Goodness...I don't know if I would have been able to walk straight at all. Dinner turned out to be pretty boring. We were a little late, so we did not get first choice of tables, and macho attitudes never turned me on much. So we sat down (gingerly I might add, at least for me) and ate dinner. Every once in a while I would wiggle a little, trying to shift the position of the toys. I was excited, as much by the toys themselves as by the fact that I was in a room with 300 people, looking normal, but filled deeply under my clothing. It made me feel wicked, and sinful (in a pleasurable way). The after dinner speeches lasted 45 min. during which I not only wiggled a lot in my chair, but I was also highly distracted. With each wiggled it felt like they went further and further into me. Finally, the last speech was over and gratefully I stood up. A brief period of socializing followed after which I dragged my friend out before the dancing could begin. That would have been serious sensory overload. Safely at home, I masturbated myself to orgasm, reveling in the tightness of my clenching muscles. -*- Lessons I learned that night. 1. After a period of time anal plugs become uncomfortable. 2. Exhibitionism does not have to be in full view to work. :) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |