Chapter 3 'The BDSM Ball'
Andy from the adult sex shop invited Cindy to attend the BDSM ball for the following Saturday night, She would have to decide at the door whether to be her normal submissive self or break new ground trying to be Dominant. She was advised that she could on this occasion merely observe or take part as she wished; but she was made aware of the one stringent rule. If she decided to take part as a submissive, the general safe word was 'PERFUMED PARSLEY' but if she used it she would immediately be ejected from the party and her clothes which as a submissive would have been deposited at the door would be burnt. So she would have to make her way home stark naked.
Mistress Mandy had already agreed to attend the Ball with Andy's sister Christine, and had provisionally agreed to go as Christine's Submissive. Although the final decisions were as always made at the door of the venue, by the simple rule of Subs enter nude but Doms enter fully sexually attired. Therefore all nude guests are submissive and they are at the mercy of anyone wearing the sexy clothes.
Add to this that the Host was declared Grand Master or Mistress, while their partner is declared Star Sub. So you now begin to see the hierarchy of the BDSM ball. With three days to go, Cindy could not make her mind up whether or not to go as a Dom or a Sub, although the idea of getting her revenge of Mistress Mandy was quite appealing.
Andy had hinted at some of the events likely to happen and Cindy daydreamed of seeing Mandy having to under go those events. She even contemplated having to under go the self same events. She walked around almost in a constant state of high arousal; her climatic threshold was on a hair trigger. Frequently she seemed to wander off in a mental daze and without any physical touch she would manage an orgasm.
The strange thing was that the nearer the BDSM ball got the more often she would climax at the drop of a hat and the stronger the climaxes seemed to be.
Saturday Afternoon, Cindy met up with Andy at his Adult shop. She had deliberately arrived an hour early just to spend some time in the toilet glory hole. She instantly felt an undeniable pride as she entered the cubicle with her thong stapled on the wall above her head. In her mind she saw that thong as the royal standard that frequently flies over Buckingham palace here in England, in her minds eye it represented the Queen being at home; Only in Cindy's case it was the Queen of blow jobs.