A Night at the Museum

My best friend Francesca and I decided to spend a night at the museum, although Ben Stiller will indeed not be involved. Francesca and I have known each other for almost 20 years now after we met, attending the same classes at university while studying architecture.

Since the very beginning, ours has been a great friendship between soulmates. Indeed, we share a passion for swimming and running - often we train together - and she is lesbian, and I am gay, which makes us perfect confidants without any risk of unrequited love or jealousy of our friendship from our respective partners when engaged.

We have been both single for about a couple of years now, taking a pause from long term relationships.

As this year we are both turning 40, we decided to treat ourselves and celebrate together in a rather unusual way. Well, not completely unusual for us, as beyond sports and architecture, we are both interested in BDSM, exploring different shades from switch to slave.

So, we found this exclusive and secret evening BDSM workshop being organised at the Museo Egizio in Torino.

It was not an open munch but rather an event promising to materialise our deepest desires and fantasies in a mind-capturing experience. For this reason, we learnt of it only by word of mouth from friends who had experienced it previously at a different location. Then, we received an invitation code to book a consultation session, which was already pretty expensive.

During this consultation with the event organisers, we were first introduced to the process to book our experience and explain our desires.

Then, we were asked to describe the scene that we wanted to materialise, which we did as much in detail as possible. Perhaps too much in detail as the person taking notes on our requirements told us it was a particular scene. They added that it could have taken up to one year to organise, although everything is possible in this world.

Also, the price tag was truly hefty, and we might have been required to play ball and meet halfway with the desires of other clients if they were going to be involved in the scene, which we agreed to.

At this point, Francesca added some further details, explaining how she loves cosplay and South East Asian women, especially with pink hair, even more if they are genuinely submissive like her.

The interviewer asked if she wanted unicorns at that point; laughing, Francesca shook her head. I also added how I have a good feeling and amazing previous experience with Latin American or Asian athletic gay men, versatile like me.

The interviewer paused and then repeated that it was not going to be easy, but nothing is impossible, and some scene negotiation and flexibility, as it's normal, would have gone a long way, to which we nodded.

We would have needed to take a complete set of STI tests at a private lab three months and then one week before the event and sign a non-disclosure agreement.

We were really jumping into the dark, but our friends who introduced us to the event reassured us that our privacy and health were safe and taken seriously by a business that solely relies on word of mouth.

Franci and I were incredibly excited by the prospect of gifting ourselves with the realisation of our fantasies. So, that night we went dancing at our favourite queer club and decided to play a little game, as we often did before: she was going to pick the man I had to hit on, and I was going to indicate the woman she was going to seduce.

Luckily she has good taste, and she often picks guys as whorish as I am, and I also know her slutty preferences.

After I danced for a while with the hands of the guy on my ass and his tongue in my mouth, I was even more excited than when I entered the club. So, we left for my place, with Franci and her new friend Laura coming with us. It was my turn to drive so she could enjoy Laura's kisses on the back seat, while I had to contain myself and remain focused on the road instead of Marco's body. Fortunately, it wasn't a long ride, and soon we arrived home.

After a limoncello shot that we all took smiling, we started kissing again, and I felt the taste of the lemon liquor still in his mouth. Mine is a one-bedroom apartment, but nobody there was shy.

Marco was quick to unzip my trousers and take my cock in his mouth while removing my shirt. As soon as I was naked, I also wanted to taste him, and I helped him undress and then pushed him on the bed to give him head.

In the meantime, Franci and Laura were fiercely kissing and delving into each other's skin and flesh with their nails.

Marco took my legs on his shoulders then and started pounding my ass, sending hits to my brain, and he stopped right before reaching the climax. He also wanted me to take him, which I did right away, getting him to cum on his belly and chest while I penetrated him before cumming myself. I licked his body, passing him his cum with a kiss.

The ladies, in the meantime, were eating and fingering each other with primal energy while at 69, moaning and indulging in pleasure before exhaling their orgasms.

It had been a wonderful night followed by a nice breakfast together and promises to meet again. While it never developed into relationships, indeed, we met a few other times and had fun and are even considering a road trip altogether next summer.

Hurrah! After a dragging relationship ended, things were finally getting nicer in my life, and I felt very energised.

We didn't hear from the event organisers for a while, and I was about to contact them when I received an email letting us know that the event was going ahead and they had found all participants.

We finally had a date six months ahead, and we had a week to pay the second instalment and make the booking for the STI testing three months and one week before the event. Then, about two weeks later, we had a second consultation session with the same staff of the first time.

This time the consultation was organised face to face, in a hotel meeting room, where we were given and required to sign the terms and conditions, NDA, and detailed procedure. At this point, almost out of the blue, we've been asked to get naked for an inspection, which apparently was required of all participants.

No photos were taken, and we've only been asked to turn around and display ourselves, after which we've been informed that we could get dressed again.

The second part of the meeting was meant to cover the negotiation of the scene. Then, we understood that a parallel session with other participants was taking place simultaneously. The staff interviewing us called on the phone the organising staff interviewing the other clients who would have participated in the scene to conduct a discreet negotiation. Nobody would have been embarrassed or felt pressured.

First, Francesca was asked if she agreed to get her hair dyed pink for the event and also get a pink butterfly tattoo right above her pussy. The latter was a non-trivial request as it would have been permanent. Still, after a moment, Francesca accepted, saying it would have been a good way to remember the event in the future. Then she replied with her requests that were also accepted by the other part.

As the agent turned to me, I knew the requests were coming. I was asked if I agreed to get ring piercings to my nipples, get my body totally shaved, and get a pink butterfly tattoo right above my cock. Francesca looked at me smiling, and then I agreed, communicating my requests too, which were accepted.

A few other exchanges on important but standard points occurred, followed by minor details, and then we were done. The organising staff took some time to complete the consent form with the negotiation details, which we signed.

We just had to make the agreed arrangements in preparation for the event and count the days on the calendar.

Francesca and I went running and swimming together more than usual. We wanted to get to the event in perfect shape and chat more about it and check if we had second thoughts, which we didn't. It was all very mysterious but exciting, and the wait was suspenseful.

Finally, the planned date arrived, and we were ready. During a closing period for the museum, for renovations, only some wings were bookable for private events. After showing our invitations, we passed the foyer, and we were led to a changing room - probably normally used by the museum staff - and told to undress, shower, and get ready in ten minutes.

Once ready, staff arrived to remind us not to talk unless we needed to use the safeword and that we would have been nudged by the workshop leaders, which we reminded them was also amongst our desires.

After we confirmed that we were ready, we followed the staff to the main area through a sequence of corridors. The air was nicely warm, and the location incredibly silent.

So, we found that the event was going to take place in one of the most captivating areas of the museum, where tall, dark granite statues are scarcely lit, guarded by sphinxes.

The pavement was black, and all felt hyperreal, as no distraction disturbed our senses.

Other two participants entered the room at about the same time as we did, arriving from a different corridor. Like us, they were naked and excited to see us as we were to see them.

As the event was being organised, we had not seen any pictures of them, and we only knew they were going to be a gay versatile man like me, and a lesbian woman like Francesca, about our age. Also, we knew they were switch/submissive as we are, burnt by the desire to be used. I was speechless. The guy was beautiful!!

He was a gorgeous Asian man with a shredded body, full soft lips, and a nice guy face, which also characterises me and always melts me when I see it in a man. I was happy to show the nipple piercing rings that I had done to match his.

Also, I stared for a bit at the pink butterfly tattoo that he had done on his groyne, just like I had done after hearing the requests that Francesca and the other woman exchanged during the negotiation meeting.

I was already conquered. All I could think about and wanted was to be closed in a cage with this beautiful man and be ordered to lick every centimetre of our bodies and fuck each other's brains out.

While I was captured by him, I only had a quick look at the other woman who was going to be Francesca's slave partner for the night. Pink short hair and a pink butterfly tattoo above her pussy like she requested for Francesca, pierced nipples like hers, and a stunning body were surely having a strong effect on Francesca.

She was maybe South Korean and had big boobs like Franci. I thought my best friend was probably already wet and ready to fall for this woman.

After a few instants, a bell announced the entrance of the two sadists who would have used us. They were a man and a woman, both very tall and dark-skinned, with muscular bodies.

A court of twelve slaves, six men and six women, were following them naked and already collared.

We knew these were other clients who asked to play this ancillary role for the pleasure of serving and because other slaves would have helped them realise their scene at another event. Indeed, Francesca and I had also accepted to serve like them on another night. This knowledge made the entry of the sadists and court of slaves even more exciting.

As the sadists were approaching, the four of us kneeled in nadu position, waiting for instructions. The other slaves prepared dark violet collars that they handed to the sadists, who slowly fastened them around our necks.

We were completely submitted to their hands and ready to be used and destroyed now.

The sadists slowly stared into our eyes, with their faces right in front of ours, making us shiver. My and Francesca's slave partners were nudged to stand up with their hands behind their backs, and we had to keep kneeling in front of them.

I had to get him hard by taking his cock with my mouth, which I did while the sadist's hand pushed my head, getting me gagged once the cock was erect. I was treated like a piece of meat and a sex puppet used to excite another slave, which turned me on incredibly.

When he was rock hard and I was drooling, I was nudged to stand up in front of him and he was pushed on his knees to take my cock in his mouth. I wasn't wrong: his lips were soft and he was a passionate cocksucker like me. My cock was deep in his throat, and I risked exploding when the sadist pushed us away.

Francesca and the other slave were engaged in similar preparation, alternatively eating each other out then biting each other's nipples. Then, Francesca and the other slave started strangling and slapping their faces reciprocally, which I know Francesca loves. Then, they were also stopped.

We were starting to be sweaty, and we were pushed standing in front of each other. The sadist took a long leather string and tied our cocks together, very tight. Our wrists were also tied together, and our nipples clamped. I could almost feel his heartbeat. Finally, a chain joined our collars.

Francesca and her partner were also tied together like us, with the nipples clamped together and a vibrator positioned between their pussies.

The final touch was pushing our heads, nudging us to make out, and while we were doing it, our heads were tied with a band, so we could not stop kissing.

The sadists were passed two floggers each by the other slaves, during a brief pause. They started flogging our asses and thighs, stopping once in a while just to pull our clamped nipples, while all I could see were the eyes of my slave partner, feeling his hard cock pressing against mine. The sadists passed the floggers to the supporting slaves, who started hitting simultaneously.

Each slash pushed our bodies against each other even more. After I don't know how many hits, they stopped.

We were left taking a breath for a while when other two slaves arrived behind us and started rimming our asses while the band around our head was removed. While we were still feeling tongues inside us, the sadist put his amazing cock between our lips and we started worshipping it before getting face fucked by the sadist, down to our throats, alternatively, before pushing us to kiss with his cock in between.

Once more, I could feel his tongue and his lips. His eyes were telling me he was a sweet, sweet slut like me, and I was even more falling for him. All I wanted was to be used together with him.

As the sadist retracted, he waved a sign to the slaves who were rimming us, and they stopped.

Two other slaves arrived behind us with their cocks already hard, which they pressed against our butts, eager to receive. I was sweating, and so was my partner. We pushed our butts backwards as much as we could and started feeling the other slaves penetrating us.

We then started kissing again while getting fucked, once more with our bodies pushed against each other, when the slaves came in our asses.

Francesca and her slave partner were also fucked in their asses by two lesbian slaves wearing strapon dildos, and the Hitachi-type vibrator between their pussies was at full intensity. While they were kissing and biting, almost reciprocally eating their mouths, they had their first devastating orgasm.

The four of us were already destroyed, but it wasn't finished yet. The most intense part of the night was just approaching.

The slaves behind us retracted from our dripping asses, and other two slaves slowly untied us. We were pushed again on our knees, and we had to clean the cocks that fucked us, and then I had to rim my slave partner, and later he had to rim me before taking the nadu position and breathe again for a few moments.

In front of us, the other four slaves who didn't fuck us were lining up, waiting for us to give them head. My knees were starting to hurt, but their cocks were delicious, and I could see my whorish partner enjoying the humiliation as much as I did.

They didn't cum into our mouths, though. Symmetrically, Francesca and her slave partner ate the other lesbian slaves, who used their mouths and gifted them their juices.

We were then left resting for a couple of minutes while the next part of the scene was being prepared.

Two large thin mats, similar to those used in judo dojos, were brought to the centre of the room by the slaves.

As I was panting, I noticed some people in the room that I hadn't seen before. Some other slaves were just spectators not actively joining the scene. They were a bit in the dark background which explained why I didn't notice them.

Two women were tied together and suspended, while two others were riding a vaulting horse, with their tits roped together and blindfolded so they could only hear and imagine what was happening around them.

Two men were standing in a narrow cage, with their cocks tied together like my slave partner and I experienced before in the evening, and had two poles stuck in their asses, with their heads turned towards us, staring while they could not move at all.

Two other men were tied to big wooden chairs. I could see that big plugs were up their asses, and their cocks and balls were tied. They were holding their hands, indicating they were probably already a couple.

We knew we could have had a discreet public of other slaves following the scene negotiation, but this was amazing. I thought that Francesca also would have wanted to ride the vaulting horse blindfolded with her partner or maybe be suspended with her.

I would have wanted to try everything with the beautiful slave I was sharing this night with.

While my mind was still floating among these thoughts, we were directed to move on the mats at the centre of the room. The sadists started to tie us in ropes. Our hands were tied behind our backs, and our chests were compressed by the ropes as well.

We were then pushed to knee and subsequently lay on our sides on the mat, in opposite directions and made to move closer, so I could take my partner's cock in my mouth, and he could take mine.

The sadists started to hit us with the flogger, again on our ass and right behind our balls, without touching them, producing intense pain. We also heard Francesca and her partner screaming into each other's pussy while receiving the slashes on their asses and pussies.

A moment of pause. They were changing tools, and they grasped canes, this time, with which they started inspecting our bodies when suddenly they hit our soles.

First slowly and then faster, passing from one slave to the other. The hits were causing blinding pain, and we were almost grinding our cocks because of it. Indeed, we started biting each other a bit. What an amazing slave he was!

I could not see, but I could hear the screams mixed with moans from Francesca and her partner. We were four animals being tortured in pleasure on the floor.

Then, they slowed down again, and four slaves came next two us. Two women positioned behind Francesca and her partner started rimming them, and two men did the same with us. The other slaves also got closer and started licking and biting our bodies.

Our nipples, thighs, backs, and whole skin were all exposed to a tempest of simultaneous torment and pleasure, with the two sadists who were intervening once in a while with electrical wands, giving us intense shocks.

Then, we felt the tongues leaving our asses and once more, two other slaves came close, and they penetrated us. I had my partner's cock in my mouth while he was getting fucked, pushing his cock even deeper down my throat.

The other slaves were around us, pushing our heads on our cocks and licking us. At that point, I heard Francesca and her partner screaming a powerful orgasm, one after the other.

It was too much, and my partner started pumping my cock even faster, so I also accelerated, sucking furiously.