A beautiful woman, just turned 40 years old, gets ready for her evening in front of the bathroom mirror. Scarlet stands in black stilettos and lingerie: a sheer black bra, panties, corset, black tights, and a garter belt. She's bending over the sink, applying lipstick, and the hot red color complements her warm olive skin. Winged black eyeliner brings out her deep piercing brown eyes, and she smiles nervously to herself.
Tonight is her first kink party. She has the right to be a little nervous.
She tosses her long black wavy hair over her shoulder and struts from the bathroom over to her bed, reaching for her black trenchcoat. She puts the coat on over her lingerie, her heart pounding between her legs at the thought of leaving the house in nothing but this. She swallows.
In her purse, she places a black leather cat mask, a piece she ordered online that covers her eyes and forehead. She's a well established therapist in Los Angeles, specializing in trauma and grief, and she's a leader in her field. She can't show her face at a kink party, but that doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself at one.
Her kink experience is limited, admittedly. She's enjoyed kink a lot in theory, researching kink and following kink educators on social media, watching kinky porn and fucking herself generously, even sexting with hotties off of Lex and sharing her kinky fantasies. But she's yet to have a real life Dom to submit to. She craves domination, wanting a hot butch Daddy to take her over and control her, boss her around, tell her exactly what to do to please them.
Scarlet hopes she finds one tonight.
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Astrid buttons up her black shirt, leaving two buttons open, and tucks the shirt into her black jeans and leather belt. She pulls her black leather chest harness on over her shoulders, awkwardly straining to adjust the metal buckles. Bulldog harnesses are hard to put on alone, but Astrid just moved to Los Angeles three months ago from London to a studio apartment and doesn't have a roommate to help her, so she's on her own.
She fastens her harness, straightening up in front of her full length mirror, ready for BOUNDLESS: A Kink Party. Astrid built a good reputation for herself as a Dom top in the London kink scene, especially as an impact top. She's ready to establish the same reputation here in LA, feeling sadistic and itching to hear the sound of floggers on skin tonight. She's ready to find a hot sub to get on their knees and suck her cock, fuck the sub into submission 'til they're screaming and drawing the attention of everyone at the party. Astrid bites her lip, checking herself out in the mirror.
I look good, she thinks, tucking her thumbs into her belt. Ready to Dom.
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Astrid arrives to BOUNDLESS early, checking out the snack bar, drink bar, and sex shop. She can't resist buying a set of black and red paddles that say BUTCH and FEMME. The shop owner is a cute femme with perky tits emphasized by a red pushup bra, who thanks her kindly for paying a tip.
"You're so welcome." Astrid smiles wide. "Thank you," she says, holding up the paddles. "I love these."
She goes to stash her new toys in her toy bag, stored in the back closet. Astrid nods to the dungeon monitor who's watching the coat check.
When she emerges, she spots a mysterious femme in a cat mask and red lipstick at the front entrance, checking in. Astrid watches as she takes off her coat, revealing sexy, sheer black lingerie underneath, including a corset and thigh-high stockings in a garter belt that make Astrid's heart stop. She licks her lips. She's captivated watching this sexy woman with a beautiful body, who is now walking towards her - oh my God - she's walking towards the coat check, obviously, and Astrid collects herself. Astrid steps aside politely for the femme, smiling.
When she comes back out, Astrid shoots her shot.
"Hi there," she purrs. "I love your mask. How are you doing tonight?"
The femme bites her lip, looking down to the floor. "I'm well, thank you. And yourself?"
"Better now," Astrid beams. "Can I ask what you're looking for tonight?"
"I'm, ah," the femme says, "I'm looking for a Dom tonight. And yourself?" she repeats nervously.
"I'm looking for a sub," Astrid says, standing taller, lowering her shoulders. "How about that," she adds with a smirk, catching the femme's beautiful brown eyes hiding behind the leather cat mask.
The femme clasps her hands in front of herself shyly, which presses her breasts together. Astrid tries to focus.
"What's your name, beautiful?" Astrid asks. She sticks her hands in her pockets.
"Scarlet," she says. She briefly wonders if she should have given her real name, but it's too late now.
"Scarlet," Astrid repeats with a smile. "It's nice to meet you." Out of the corner of her eye, Astrid sees her new friend Ryan, who she didn't know would be at this party. How fun. "Listen, I just saw a friend of mine, but catch me later? I'd love to talk more about negotiating a scene."
"Yes," Scarlet says with a shy smile. "I'd like that."
Astrid gives Scarlet a confident smile and a wink, and walks over to Ryan to say hi.
Scarlet wanders away to watch the demo tops. There's bootblacking, electricity, needle play, impact play, rope, suspension -- everything you could imagine at this party. Scarlet finds herself drawn to the impact scene in the corner, with a femme in fishnets and a corset getting their beautiful ass beaten by a flogger. The androgynous impact top skillfully twirls two floggers in their hands simultaneously. The femme bottom is crying out in hot moans that sound straight out of the porn Scarlet has been watching, and it sends electricity to her core, lighting her up.
Scarlet watches this androgynous top for a while, cycling through another two bottoms, when the demo top comes over to Scarlet and asks if she's interested.
"No, no," Scarlet says shyly, shaking her head. "I can't handle the pain of impact play. I'm just here to be a voyeur." She giggles nervously.
"I can always teach you how to impact top," the demo top offers.
Scarlet considers. She certainly hadn't thought of that. Before she can back out, she says, "Okay," and smiles at the androgynous hottie. Another interested impact bottom comes along, and the demo top asks if they're willing to bottom for a newbie who's learning. They say yes. They're a cute baby butch: dimples, baby blue eyes, and short brown hair in a close crop, dressed in a white tank top, black boyshorts, and black Docs.
They position themself on the St. Andrew's cross, ready to be beaten by Scarlet.
The demo top instructs Scarlet in the basics of flogging, explaining how to hold her wrist, how to snap the flogger, where and where not to hit someone with it.
She experiments with it, hitting the baby butch's ass gently a few times.
"How was that?" she asks nervously.
"You can hit me harder," the baby butch encourages.
Scarlet grows more confident, hitting them harder and more precisely, trying different angles and approaches to the hits. She tries a figure eight pattern, letting her wrist slide into the smooth movements. Then she tries spinning the flogger and finds that it's harder than it looked when the demo top was doing it. The demo top gives her tips and she tries again.
Astrid comes upon this scene, watching with rapt attention as Scarlet hits a butch bottom hard with a black leather flogger. She never saw this kind of thing in the UK kink scene - that is, a butch bottoming for a femme. Astrid swallows hard, feeling hot in places she didn't expect, watching this scene unfold. She imagines being the butch bottom, taking the beating, and her mouth goes dry. She coughs and swallows. Swallows again. Jesus Christ.
Scarlet feels powerful, and a thrill runs through her body as she hits this willing, desperate bottom who is crying out for her with delicious moans. She never imagined enjoying impact topping or domination like this. Her nipples are hard under her lacy, nearly transparent bra. She feels a throbbing forming in her cunt.
Astrid's clit is hard and aching in her jeans. She is suddenly imagining being underneath Scarlet, watching her sexy body and mysterious face, Scarlet teasing Astrid with the end of a leather crop. Astrid is panting at the fantasy, and she brings herself back to the hot reality in front of her: Scarlet's sweet ass jiggling with every strike of the flogger, and a butch's deep moan in response. A strike, and a moan. Strike, moan.
Astrid's face is hot and suddenly she's looking around herself a little self consciously and wondering if everyone else is feeling this hot right now. She watches as the demo top walks over to Scarlet with a paddle to replace the flogger, explaining the paddle to her and giving a demonstration before handing it back to her.
Scarlet takes the paddle and whacks the butch bottom hard, making them cry out, "Oh fuck!" Astrid feels her pussy clench. Oh fuck, Astrid thinks too.
"Count them," Scarlet orders.
"One," the bottom replies obediently.
"Two!" they yell.
"Three!" they cry out.
"Four..." they moan.
Scarlet puts the paddle down and grabs the bottom's ass through their underwear, whispering something in their ear. Astrid is dying to know what it was. Scarlet looks over her shoulder and spots Astrid in the crowd, and she smirks at her, feeling high on power and confidence. A jolt of electricity shoots through Astrid.
