Books and Bondage

The Library is a sex club name that I have seen cropping up a lot recently. I wouldn't say that I've been put off visiting by them, but the adverts that describe it as a BDSM club have meant that I've not been rushing to give it s visit.

However, some photos that I've seen of it on social media in the last few days, namely those posted by the hugely talented Mr Jerome, have forced me to reassess my apparently very inaccurate preconception of what it may be like. First and foremost because those photos portray it as somewhere that you may not even suspect of being a sex club, let alone one dedicated to more niche tastes like BDSM.

So, seeing as today is International Fetish Day, and that I, not really being someone with any strong fetish tendencies that I could explore today, don't have anything else to talk about on the subject, it seems like the stars have aligned nicely to give me the a good reason to give The Library a visit so that I can deliver my own verdict.

I won't keep you waiting until the end for that verdict though. I'm more than happy to come out and say right now that I think it is a wonderful place.

OK, let me quickly qualify that; I don't really know how it rates as a BDSM, or even a sex club. I popped in a few times throughout the day and there there wasn't really much of that going on. Clearly, they are well equipped with the various tools that those with particularly set of proclivities may find useful for exploring those pleasures. I imagine they would actually cater for pretty much everything you could want in that regard. The only question is whether you can find someone to willing to join you for some naughtiness, and, really, that is all down to you.

But, putting aside its function as a sex club, The Library is simply a lovely place to spend some. The decor is absolutely gorgeous. Its abundantly obvious how much love and care has been put into making it an amazing space for people to gather and spend time together. 

I mean, it certainly ticks a lot of the boxes for my own tastes in terms of decor. Im a big fan of the combination of exposed brick, mahogany wood and teal highlights. That's a colour that I am very fond of. So perhaps I am a little biased, but I fail to see how anyone wouldn't be similarly impressed.

Now, I should confess that I didn't get to explore the whole place. Most of my time was spent on the entrance floor, with me not even realising at first that there were two more floors down below that are accessible by elevator. I get the impression that the further you ride the elevator down, the filthier and more debauched things become.

Not in terms of the decor though. That remains consistently great through out. But, in terms of the sort of activities that you can expect to find. I mean, on that top floor, a couple of cages and some shackles in the far corner aside, you would have no reason to even suspect what is going on on the lower floors. 

Ok, they might seem like pretty obvious things that stick out like a sore thumb but the chilled vibe of the place kind of distracts from them so that they don't really register until you properly look. I think it's fair to say that the roaring fireplace feature in the middle of the room, kind of draws your gaze.

So yeah, on the surface, it just seems like a cool place to hang out. Whether that be chilling on the couches, lounging in the cushion piles or exploring their staggeringly large selection of books that fill shelf after shelf. I feel like some coffee facilities are the only thing lacking.

Take the elevator down one floor and things start getting a little naughtier. For starters, there are lots more cages. So many cages, and cells, and even dog kennels. I don't think those are actual dogs though.

There also a nice little cushioned sex pit, at least that's what I'm assuming its for. As well as a rather regal looking indoor pool. Oh, and 3 full kitted out sex rooms. 

We're talking various sorts of restraints and shackles, plus display cases full of assorted sex toys and implements. There's the more vanilla stuff like vibrators, dildos and butt plugs, and the more themed stuff like crops, whips and paddles, masks, ball gags, handcuffs and ropes. So plenty of stuff to get nice and creative with.

And for when you are done being filthy, you can, of course, go clean up in the shower room. Or maybe you might just want to head straight there for some hot and steamy shower sex. I've said it before, I'll say it again, I love me some hot as fuck shower sex.

Then, on to the lowest floor, there appears to be what I can only really describe as a gentlmen's club type vibe. There's a main room with a stage and poles for strippers. Also, some cages for strippers because... well, apart from the decor scheme, they seem to be the one common item throughout the club. You'll also finally find a bar in there, although still not sure there are any coffee facilities.

That's the main room down there, or The Archives, as it seems to be named. You can also find a billiard room with another small bar and rather fancy looking grand piano, as well as a couple more more generic bedrooms that don't have the same BDSM vibe as the ones directly above. More of a strip club private room type vibe instead.

Oh, and I cannot finish without mentioning that they have the most adorable plushie mascots ever. Aren't they just the cutest? 

I'm not exaggerating when I say that I was legitimately tempted to try to smuggle one out under my jacket. I want them so bad! And I'm sure I'm not the only guest who would be willing to exchange so of my hard earned money for them if they had a merch stand where they could be purchased. Yup, they could earn a pretty penny if they expanded into merchandising!

Gone Pegging, Part Two

Back for some more pegging filth to celebrate International Fetish Day with me, huh? Well, if you are sitting comfortably, let's get into it!

Last we left off at the conclusion of Part One, I'd just drifted off to sleep after guiding a pegging newbie through his very first anal adventures.

I couldn't possibly say how long I slumbered in this random bed. All I know is that I was abruptly jolted awake again by something touching my leg. You see, I have a thing about personal space, so I'm very sensitive to unwanted contact. If I'm in the comfort of my own home, wrapped in the arms of a loved one, it is no problem at all. But when I'm in unfamiliar surroundings, I will generally quickly wake when my body senses any presences in close proximity to me.

As I groggily rubbed my eyes to get a better idea of who had disturbed me, I beheld a stranger lying asleep next to me, completely bare about from his boxers.

Slightly panicked by this and what it meant, I felt it best to hastily make my exit as quietly as possible. That is sometimes easier said than done when you need to get clothed first. And something that I clearly failed in on this occasion.

I had barely slipped my undergarments back on when I heard a voice behind me enquired, "Why are you in such a rush to leave?".

My eyes went wide with panic as my mind fumbled to formulate a very quick escape plan.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad.", he continued. "It's not everyday that you find such a beautiful lady sound asleep in my bed. I enjoyed watching you sleep peacefully before I fell asleep myself.".

OK, so it was the party's host and not just some random who had climbed into bed with me for a creepy grope or fondle. Things were starting to fall into place and I felt some relief.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realise it was your bed. I'll make it up to you if I've caused a problem, I promise. Please don't be mad", I spurted out at him.

He replied, "I already told you it's OK. It was a nice treat to see you lying there so peacefully."

"But your sheets! They are stained from what I got up to! I insist, I must make it right somehow. Just tell me how to make it up to you."

He sighed. "I told you, there's really no need to be sorry". Then, after a pause, "But... if you really won't take no for an answer, perhaps you could put that strappy back on and let me lick it clean from whatever naughtiness you got up to earlier tonight".

Unsure whether to be excited at the prospect of being able to further explore my pegging fantasies or nervous about what else he might have instore for me, I quickly slipped out of my underwear and, in its place, slipped back into my strap-on.

Nervously, I perched on the edge of the bed as my host approached me with a lustful look in his eyes. I needn't have worried though. His lust was centred squarely on the toy strapped between my legs. 

A trail of saliva dripped from his lips onto the head of the cock. As it began running down the shaft of my toy, his tongue swirled around my cock, spreading the moistness over its whole surface.

Then, without a moment's warning, he swallowed it. The whole cock! Right down to the base. This was no beginner that I was dealing with this time. This guy was obviously well-versed in the art of taking cock. But what else would you expect from the host of a pegging party? And, unlike my previous partner, he was definitely an older gentleman so clearly had plenty of experience under his belt.

His face pressed against my tummy as he held my cock in his throat, he tapped his hand on the back of his head. Was this the universal symbol for 'hold my head down'? I assumed so and obliged by holding him down with both of my hands.

Saliva oozed from between his lips and my cock as he coughed and sputtered. I held firm and didn't let him come up for air.

Then his body jolted abruptly as he tried to suppress his gag reflex. He wriggled and squirmed, his head trying to push upwards to escape my hold. I still did not let him. Only when he tapped his hand on my thigh, did I release my grasp on him.

Worried that I had maybe gone too far, I awaited his reaction as he came up gasping for air. But, far from being angry, he wanted more.

"Would you prefer it if I fucked you mouth?", I cautiously enquired.

"Yes! Please do that!". A more enthusiastic response than I ever could have imagined.

My host climbed onto the bed beside me patiently waiting with mouth open-wide. There was a look in eyes. Something like "please fuck me now, I'm begging you". It was thrilling to see and I couldn't resist granting his unspoken wish.

The phallic appendage strapped to my crotch slammed down his throat as I violently thrust my hips towards his face. As I pulled it back out, I gave him just enough time to beg for it again before I impaled him once more with it.

And so we continued in a cycle of him begging and then demanding more of my fake cock, with me then gleefully shoving it down his throat. All apprehension about how this may go had long since evaporated. I was completely lost in the depravity of our carnal acts.

What's more, every time I thrust into him, I could see his hard, throbbing cock swing backwards and forth between his legs as he recoiled from the force of my mouthfucking. It was a sight to behold. The thought of taking it inside me was making me so wet. My own juices now mingled with all of his slobber and drool that was dribbling down across my pussy lips.

"Let's suck each other", I proposed. He liked that suggestion very much.

In a rare moment of dominance so far, he shoved me on to my back and pounced on top. Straddling my face, he lined up his cock with my mouth and waited for me to open up. The instant I did so, he slid it all the way in until I could feel it against the back of my throat. It was meaty as fuck and I could only just about take it.

Some relief then he dived forwards to resume sucking my strap-on. As he did so, his rear end cantilevered up, forcing his cock to withdraw from being quite so far down my throat. It was now perfectly placed for me to slurp on it. There was just about enough freedom between the bed and the base of his cock for me to move up and down along it with my lips.

It was  a surreal experience though. I could hear him gagging and slurping down between my legs. I could feel the motion of his body lifting and then pressing down against me as his head bobbed. But I could feel nothing down . It was thrilling yet somewhat hollow. 

Maybe it was just coincidence, or maybe the wetness of my pussy gave him a hint that I craved more. Without pausing from whatever he was doing with that fake cock, he slipped a pair of fingers inside me. Rarely, have I ever taken anything being inserted inside me with such little resistance. I was not only ready for this, but yearning for it.

I thanked him by returning the favour. My middle finger running round the rim of his anus and then gently pushing its way inside. Just like my pussy, there was no resistance. It came as a shock to me in fact. I've never before encountered an ass so willing to accept foreign objects. Definitely experienced, this one.

His response to my finger was completely unintelligible, his mouth too full of cock to be able to properly form words, but I could tell that he approved. 

I don't know what came over me next but, without even thinking about it, I hooked one of my legs over the back of his head and pushed it down. Every time he would try to come back up again, I would force him back down again, no matter how much he resisted or struggled against me.

Eventually, I came to my senses and let him come up for a breather. Instead of chiding me for my aggression, he begged me to fuck his ass. It seemed like being dominated like that had only made him more aroused.

"Please, fuck me now! I want you inside me so badly.", he cried out. "If you keep sucking me like that, I'll cum in your mouth and I don't want that to happen. Not yet. Not until you've fucked me."

Because I can be devilishly wicked when in this sort of lust-filled mood, I made him an offer that I was sure he could not refuse.

"How about we play a game? If you can take all four of my fingers. I'll fuck you in the ass, just like you want. But if you can't... you have to fuck my ass and then cum inside me instead."

"I know I can do it!", he retorted. "Probably your thumb as well. I bet I can take your whole fist!"

His confidence was impressive. He continued, "I've already sucked and fucked one strap-on today. My friend loves fucking me with hers and she loosened me up nicely earlier".

The game was agreed then. All that was left was to decided which of our asses was going to get fucked.

I quickly withdrew my one, solitary finger from his ass and prepared to see how many I could get in. 

Giving them all a good lick, I started with 2 fingers; adding my index finger to my middle finger. Again, they both slipped right on in there without any trouble at all. Contorting my hand, I then carefully squeezed my ring finger in as well. That was not a problem either.

"See, I can easily take them all!", he pridefully boasted.

Before he could even finish speaking those words, my pinky finger had joined the others inside him. 

"OK, you win!", I declared. "Get off me and prepare for your ass mine to be mine!"

He obediently did as instructed. His eyes wide with excitement as he looked back over his shoulder to watch me insert into him. An insertion that, not surprisingly, was very easy indeed. His gaping ass welcomed my fake cock with open arms.

Regardless, I took it easy on him to begin with. Teasingly, sliding it just the head of my toy in and out. Stretching him open just a little bit and then letting him relax. He wanted more though.

"More, more, more! I want it all!", he cried.

So I shoved it all the way in, only stopping when my thighs clapped against him and I could push no more. 

"Yes! More like that! I want it!"

My god, he was insatiable. There was no begging now. Just demands and orders to give him my cock hard and deep in his greedy ass.

Well, if he wanted more, that was exactly what I was going to give him. One of my hands reached round and grabbed the shaft of his cock, jerking it furiously. It throbbed and twitched in my grasp but he held the urge to cum back... for now.

But still he demanded more! I was at a loss for what else I could do. The limits of my pegging experience had been reached and exposed. I had but one idea.

Reluctantly, I released his cock from my grasp and pushed myself up from my knees to my feet. As I did so, I pushed him forward onto all fours and squatted over his rear. Carefully, I lined my cock up with his anus and then drove it deep inside.

Hard, deep thrusts into him, followed by slow, almost lingering, withdrawals. Not a millimetre of my strap-on's shaft was being wasted now, He was literally taking the whole thing. He cried out with approval again and again. 

"Fuck, if you keep doing that, you'll make me cum all over my bed!"

I slowed for a moment. Still giving him the whole length of my toy but now inserting it as slowly as I had been pulling out.

"Where would you like to cum?", I asked. "I'm still making up for using and staining your bed so I'll let you cum wherever you want."

 

Secretly, I hoped he would say my ass. It would have been the perfect way to finish off our filthy fucking. And I still wanted to feel what that yummy cock would feel like inside me.

He had other ideas though.

"Just keep fucking me. Let me cum while my cock hangs free. Make me cum just from fucking my ass. I'm so close. I know you can do it!"

Well, any disappointment I may have had was soon displaced by a determination to prove him right. There could be no holding back now. Just hard fucking as I railed his as over and over with my fake cock. I am quite sure that never before have I been reduced to such animalistic fucking. I was like a woman possessed.

I slammed him again and again, then he began to buckle under my weight. He quivered and moaned. Yes, I'd done it!

"Cumming! I'm cumming!"

The fucking continued as he juddered and grunted. Then he slumped to the bed, sliding off the end of my cock as I still tried to furiously pound away.

Looking down at my handiwork, I could see a large damp patch on the bed where he had drained his balls. A few rogue drops of creamy cum also speckled my boots. No doubt some spray as his swinging cock discharged everywhere.

Our eyes met for a moment and simultaneously broke out into giggles. The realisation of just how ridiculous our filthy fucking must have been hitting us at exactly the same time.

"Well, I think you have definitely made up for any inconvenience caused by occupying my bed", he joked.

I smiled, "I think I need to give you cock a good clean and then I'll be satisfied that I'm in the clear."

He wasn't about to argue with that as my tongue began stroking up and down his shaft. He was still very sensitive and was easily sent into a quiver if I touched him too heavily. His soft moaning was intoxicating to hear. I could not resist rubbing my clit while sensually licking him clean. 

"Oh, by the way. that friend I mentioned earlier... I also fucked her in the pussy and ass too", he remarked with more than a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"I should definitely give you a good clean then. It's very important to keep clean, you know. And why don't you tell me more about what you got up to earlier?"

My lips wrapped around his cock again but softer than before when he had been on top of me before. The occasional groan would interrupt his detailed description of his earlier sex. It sounded so delightful and got me even more turned on. I now had 2 fingers deep in my wet cunt, squelching each time I gave myself a little come hither mention.

"You know, I think you have gone above and beyond making things right by now. It would be my pleasure to help you cum too. If you would like that?" He smiled down at me as he pulled me to my feet and began fumbling with the buckles on my strap-on's harness. "Come, let's get you out of this and I can finally find out what you really taste like, instead of this fake thing"

As I wriggled free of my instrument of pegging, he laid me on my back, being careful to avoid his puddle of cum on the bedsheets, then lifted my legs over his shoulders. Without hesitation, he dived in and buried his face between my legs. Alternating between sucking on my clit and lapping at wet pussy lips with his tongue, he was driving me wild. 

Meanwhile, my hands busied themselves with my perky boobs. In between cupping and squeezing them in the palms of my hands, my nipples, so hard from my state of arousal, were pinched and flicked and pulled. I cannot describe how much I like having my tits played with whilst my cunt is being stimulated too.

Having had two sexual partners cum today but still to enjoy that bliss myself, my pussy was dripping wet from the excitement of finally getting to take my turn. This wouldn't take long though.

And sure enough, it only took a few minutes of him doing this to me to get me to the edge of cumming.

My inner thighs tightened around his head and my back began to arch up as all of my muscles started to feel tighter and tighter. And then the release of sexual satisfaction hit me. Not so much like a wave but more like a tsunami.

Pussy juice sprayed from between my legs, soaking my host. Clawing at the bedsheets, I quivered uncontrollably. A moan of unrestrained pleasure released from somewhere deep inside me as I threw my head back and let it all out. It had been worth the wait.

With the orgasmic pleasure subsiding and I opened my eyes, I couldn't help myself but let out another laugh. Honestly, the state he was in; his face poking between my legs and absolutely drenched in my juices was hilarious. It tickled me something rotten.

He took it in good humour and we shared a good laugh about it as we snuggled up together for a little bit of post-fucking aftercare and recovery. Of course, the bed was completely soaked now, so my attempt to make up for getting another man's cum stains on his sheets had ended in them being in a much worse state, but he wasn't bothered.

Then, after a brief and rather damp snuggle, I prepared to make my exit once again. This time instead of trying to covertly get dressed and sneak out the door, I was able to casually put my clothes back on and give my host a goodbye kiss on the cheek. 

Something tells me that this might not be the last of his parties I attend though.

International Fetish Day

Whilst pondering what I could do to mark International Fetish Day, I not only found myself wondering whether I have any fetishes, but if I knew what a fetish actually was. It's one of the words that many of us probably use without giving too much thought but I wanted to find out if my understanding of it is was strictly correct.

Time for some research and this is one definition that I found:

"A fetish is a strong and persistent sexual desire for an object, body part, or situation that is not typically considered sexual. This can include objects such as shoes or underwear, body parts such as feet or hair, or situations such as bondage or voyeurism. 

Some people with fetishes may be able to achieve sexual satisfaction through the use of the object or body part, while others may simply have a strong desire for it without acting on it. 

Having a fetish is considered a normal variation of human sexuality, but it can become problematic if it interferes with one's ability to form healthy relationships or causes significant distress."

Whilst this somewhat clears things up for me, it does raise one further question. I've always tended to use the terms 'Fetish' and 'Kink' fairly interchangeably but now I'm wondering if that is correct. Perhaps there is some nuance between the two, such as a kink being more sexual? 

I wasn't sure though so, once again, it's time to turn to my trusty old friend, the Merriam Webster dictionary, for guidance. That describes a kink as "unconventional sexual taste or behaviour".

So the nuance here seems to be that a kink is something that turns you on, whereas a fetish is something you need in order to get turned on. In other words, one is something you like but the other is something you need. I think...

Regardless of any uncertainty, I would say that this is research that has paid off because, although I am a self-confessed voyeur, I never previously would have considered that to be a fetish. But apparently, by the first definition I found, it is! So that's something new that I've learned about myself. Although, going back to my previous point, it is something that turns me on but not something that I need if I want to get turned on. So fetish or a kink?! I just don't know!

Also, it occurred to me that I do have a bit of a thing for pegging. Again, probably that probably goes down as a kink rather than a fetish?

Either way, in the space of just a few minutes, I've gone from considering myself to be fairly vanilla in my sexual preferences, to realising that I might actually be at least a little bit kinky. Who knew?!

This definition I found seems to confirm that pegging falls more into kink territory than fetish territory:

"Pegging is a sexual practice in which a woman penetrates a man's anus with a strap-on dildo. It is not considered a fetish in and of itself, but it can be a part of a fetish or kink for some individuals. 

Some people may have a fetish for the act of penetration itself, or for the power dynamic involved in pegging. However, not all people who engage in pegging necessarily have a fetish for it. It can also be simply a way for couples to explore new forms of sexual pleasure together."

I guess the take away is that I'm a bit kinky but not a fetishist. But what do you think? Let me know!