Finally taking the plunge to be at everyone's mercy.
I'd only been attending sex parties for about 8 months and attended 5 in that time but it felt like a lot longer. No doubt because of all the things I'd seen in that time. Every event seemed to give me a 'wow' moment that left me both intrigued and aroused in equal measures.
Every party had left me less inhibited than the last as my evolving curiosity had fuelled one new experience after the next. All except one that is. One that had peaked my interest from the very first one. The designated slave. The one guy happy to be tied up and used for anyone's pleasure.
He was always a different guy. The first guy I wondered how someone could expose themselves to that but as I saw different people volunteering for the role I had wondered how good it potentially could be.
This curiosity had built to a point where I genuinely felt it was something I needed to experience. Something that had originally left me wondering was now something I simply had to experience. I feeling I finally felt strong enough about to message the organiser after previously mentioning I was considering it. The message I sent was simple, 'It's time, let's do it'.
A nervous energy ran through me as I pressed send. I still had a few hours to reconsider, I always had the option to change my mind. No, I knew I wasn't going to do that. I knew it was now or never and if I didn't now I'd just carry on wondering.
Later that evening, but still quite early, I arrived and knocked on the door. "Hi!" my host said, smiling with a glint in his eye.
He led me to the room and opened the door. I was more than familiar with this room. I'd always visited it every time I'd attended a party, however, it felt different as I knew this time it would be in a different capacity.
I saw the bench, or whatever you would describe it as, and expected to be led to it but instead was pointed towards the post that ran from floor to ceiling near the other side first. "Don't forget you'll be here first."
Until this point I didn't know that anyone who volunteered for this room had a different proposition awaiting for them the first time. He explained how everyone whose first time it is must observe first. The logic being that after a spell watching first it would give someone a last chance to decide if it really was for them before they 'took the plunge'.
I kind of felt there were other reasons for doing this too which I could understand if true. From simple teasing to giving people an audience. I was curious about either so more than happy to comply.
I then thought back to the couple of times I noticed someone when I'd previously visited and just put it down to different people's tastes but now I knew the reason.
He told me to strip completely except my underpants, I duly obliged. He told me to get on my knees facing away from the post and as I did he pulled my ankles to behind it and tied them together.
He then asked for my hands and proceeded to tie them behind the post too. He then put a gag in my mouth and blindfolded me. "I'm guessing you're fine?" he said as I assume he saw the bulge in my pants to confirm so.
He then used one more piece of cloth, what felt like a scarf and put it around my neck and the post and softly tightened it keeping me upright firmly in position.
"That ok?" he asked.
"Mmm" I groaned through the gag.
"Right, I'll be back in a minute." came the reply.
A few minutes of silence passed. I was still processing the situation and how I was likely to feel about what was inevitably to come.
The silence was broken by the door opening, I heard two people walking in who I assumed to be the host and the first slave. I heard one of them getting undressed before I heard a mounting noise like someone softly climbing onto wood. Slowly followed by the distinctive sound of something, or someone should I say, being strapped to something.
Then the door opened and someone left. A few moments of silence gave me the opportunity to process the situation I was in. Naked, tied up, blindfolded next to what I'm sure was another guy even more naked than me, also tied. All I remember looking back was how exposed I felt. A small part of me saying to myself that this was where curiosity gets you.
A small voice in my head asked myself would I rather not be here. The same voice excitedly replying in my thoughts how that definitely wasn't the case.
The door opened again and whoever it was swiftly moved into action as I heard a zip being unfastened, trousers being dropped to the floor slowly followed by a gratifying groan as I assumed he had entered the willing slave who remained quiet.
The motions soon became quick and frantic as the giver audibly reached a climax in what had seemed about 5 minutes. He then pulled his trousers up and re-zipped as quickly as he had undone them and left. The end of a very emotionless, albeit gratifying encounter.
Within a few minutes the door opened again but this time I sensed the new occupant stop by me. They reached down into my pants to grab what was now my rock hard cock and stroked it in my pants and played with the end lubing their fingers with my precum.
He then took his hand out of my pants, pulled my gag just enough out of my mouth so he could put his fingers in. I knew he wanted me to lick the taste of my own cock off so I happily obliged.
I hadn't expected to be involved this early in proceedings but just as I was savouring it he took his fingers out and put the gag back in my mouth.
"Mmm, I'm definitely coming back to you later." he said as he walked to the other side of the room.
He seemed to take his time more and savour his experience with the slave, a style I preferred. I'm not sure if it was that or the attention he'd given me in the foreplay which made it much more alluring.
It seemed to go on for about twice as long as the last one. At least it felt like it or maybe it just felt longer as I eagerly anticipated the end to see whether I'd get another impromptu tease. Shortly after he finished, zipped up and left. Briefly grabbing my hair and giving it a firm ruffle on the way out. He knew he was teasing me, I wondered if he knew just how much.
The next two 'Master's' came in and took their turn. From sound alone it seemed similar to the last encounters. As the latest left the contemplation the following silence gave me leaving me time to consider what came next.
I thought that I was left in this position as one last chance to consider whether it was what I would really want but the longer it went on I thought maybe it just served to tease anyone long enough to make sure they are as willing as possible by the time the opportunity came. I certainly felt I'd got there either way.
As the next guy had come in and quickly got to what he wanted I thought about how I would feel after this many men had ravaged me. I then realised I was thinking more about how it will feel rather than if I would go through with it. I knew I was ready.
