This story is inspired by a video on the website 'The UppeFloor'.
The Invitation
What I see when I enter the room overwhelms all my senses immediately, I have seen dozens of videos from this site in the last few months, but seeing it live now is completely different. The pre-party dinner has already been intense, but apart from the naked slave girls serving dinner and being groped by some of the diners, nothing remarkable has happened.
I have always been attracted to bondage and slavery fantasies, but it was not until a few months ago when I found a link on my computer, that I began to browse pages on this subject, mainly one that showed videos of parties and meetings that were held in the attic of an old renovated building. In these months my fantasies have only grown, I have even chatted with strangers telling them those fantasies in which I saw myself tied up and helpless while they responded by telling me what they would do to me if they had me at their mercy.
Some I cut off immediately, some because their fantasies were too dark for me, and others because it soon became clear that they just wanted to masturbate with me. Others, on the other hand, I listened to until the end, getting more and more excited, only when they finished talking asked me to meet us, I disconnected and blocked them, although then I masturbated remembering everything I had said.
Only with one of the users have I repeated the experience, and not just once, in fact, in the last two months I only chat with him, he seems to know my most secret fantasies even before I reveal them to him.
A week ago, I received an invitation to one of the parties held in 'The Upper Floor', the name of the room where the videos I watch online take place. I knew at once that the invitation came from my mysterious chat partner, of whom the only thing I knew was his
nickname: 'My Master'.
It was strange when after chatting with him, I went over the conversations, when I did so I couldn't help but imagine that she was really a submissive talking to her Master.
I go around the room looking for a place to sit, and I only find one free, quite surprised that it is not occupied, since it is a seat on a couch in the front row, just a couple of meters from the main stage.
Before sitting down I look at the woman who occupies the other seat of the sofa, she is very beautiful, curly dark blonde hair and large blue-green eyes, she wears a black suit with straps that shows a wide neckline, showing who is looking at her as she is not wearing a bra practically her perfect tits, although what catches my attention the most about her is the metal necklace that adorns her neck, standing behind the couch is a man with his hand resting on his shoulder.
I forget about the woman and focus my gaze on the stage, it's incredible what's happening there, while a slave girl is being fucked in the ass hanging from the ceiling by ropes, another is moaning like a bitch riding a sybian, with nipple clamps while a woman shocks her with a kind of wand.
The intense moans coming from the stage fill my senses, and I am so focused on what is happening on stage, that it takes me a while to realize what is happening next to me, the woman I have been observing before is now half-naked, with the hands of the man placed behind her back playing with her nipples, although that is not what causes the moans that have made me look away from the stage. Those moans are caused by one of the club's slave girls playing with a vibrator in her pussy.
I focus on the stage again, the hanging slave girl does not stop reaching one orgasm after another, while her partner begins to cry unable to reach orgasm due to the speed of the sybian.
"Those are the two ways to break a slave girl;" says the man behind the woman on the couch, standing behind me and bringing his hands to my bare shoulders.
"One of them will end up begging them to stop and stop fucking her and the other will beg to have her fucked. Which of the two ways would you beg first?" he asks me, retreating from my side to a distant area, sliding his fingers down my back causing me a slight shiver. With that gesture he manages to distract me enough so that when I look at him, I barely see his face for a few seconds, a beautiful face that is at the same time disturbing.
I look at the two slave girls, a new man is about to fuck the first slave girl, this time for her pussy, while the other slave girl moves her hips against the sybian looking for the long-awaited orgasm.
I think about the answer to the question that the stranger has asked me, and I don't know what he would have given him if I had had the opportunity to answer him. I've never fantasized about something like what I'm seeing on stage, and I don't think everything is as simple as the stranger has told me, and the next thing I see confirms my impressions.
One of the men has just fucked the hanging slave girl, and with his cock still hard and stained with cum and vaginal juices, he approaches the other slave girl, grabs her head and forces the cock in her mouth, without him being able to do anything to stop her, in fact she doesn't even try.
Although she seems not to have much experience, the slave girl is anxious, moving her head back and forth, trying to swallow more and more length of the cock in front of her, as if with that act she is trying to be rewarded with orgasm.
In the rest of the room, as if everyone had been infected by excitement and perversion, similar scenes begin to unfold.
To my right, a young woman I talked to while we were waiting for dinner, and she told me that she didn't like the things that happened at these parties, but that she had come to accompany a friend who didn't want to come alone, is being hung with ropes naked from the ceiling, while her also naked friend kneels between her legs and begins to play with her fingers in her pussy while resting a vibrator on her clitoris. Her face is a mixture of fear and pleasure, while her friend's face radiates happiness for having achieved something that she surely longed for a long time.
On one side of the stage, I watch as Alison, a college classmate, who looks shy and quiet, and who until now we all thought was a lesbian, is being pushed by two men on a table, who waste no time ripping off all her clothes leaving her naked except for her white silk stockings, allowing me to see that both her pussy and her nipples are adorned by large metal rings.
While Alison is tied up, a redhead stands next to her and they begin to kiss, all while several men prepare to fuck her, although finally it is the redhead who places herself between her legs and begins to fuck her with her hand, introducing her practically in its entirety and with hardly any difficulty in Alison's pussy.
I try to look away from Alison, but I don't care where I look, everywhere I look I find people fucking, couples who a few moments ago seemed normal are now fucking on the couches or on the floor. Rather, it is the men who are fucking the women, since as if by magic, most of them are tied or restrained in some way, as if they were also slave girls. The few women who aren't being fucked are kneeling at a man's feet with her hands attached behind her back sucking their cock.
