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.
