Sexy Labor Day (Part 4)

Continued from Sexy Labor Day (Part 3)

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Angie and David were both fully clothed, meaning I was the only naked person sitting at the table. I tried to ignore this but I kept catching David looking at my boobs.

Angie noticed, too, and finally said to him: “David, would you like to sit here naked so that Sadey can stare at your crotch?”

David turned red. “No, Angie,” he whispered.

“Good.” She turned back to N and I tried to send a comforting, don’t-worry-about-it look to David. But he was staring down at the table and I couldn’t catch his eye.

Angie is a trained botanist, and N and her always get into long plant discussions whenever they are together. Which I find interesting for about ten minutes. Then, my brain starts to wander. I sipped my beer and thought about my kinky friends and how we all had to hide our behavior from everyone else. It’s kind of frustrating.

How did anyone meet kinky people before the internet? I always knew I was into pain and humiliation and that I wanted to be controlled. Ever since I was little, there’d always been hints of my kinky self poking out into the world. I’d re-read punishment scenes in children’s books over and over again, fascinated, wondering what it would be like to be punished. When I got old enough to understand sex, I daydreamed about being thrown down, tied up, controlled and used.

I’m kinky to my very core, but if it weren’t for the internet I would never have known there were other people out there, like me, who craved these unspeakable things. Reading stories online helped me be OK with myself and understand that I’m not alone.

And I wonder how many people hide their feelings; their submission, or their dominance, for the sake of normalcy. How many people are stuck in relationships of equality when all they want is power and control or service and submission?

As I watched Amy get flogged on the far end of the yard and saw the spectators – Pam naked at Tracy’s feet, Syd fondling Tonya while Richard did the flogging – I felt content. These are the people who I can be myself with. At this gathering, I wasn’t going to make anyone feel awkward with my sexual openness or my submission. And among these people, there was simply an understanding of acceptance. We all know David doesn’t want to submit to anyone but Angie, and we know that Richard and Tonya are open to touch but never to sex. Being aware of small boundaries makes us so much more free to have fun and play.

I shifted my mind back to N and Angie, still chattering on about some sort of mulch technique that works well for peach trees. Angie glanced in my direction and smiled.

“Sorry, we’re just boring you to death, aren’t we?” she said.

“No, no, not at all. My mind is just wandering a bit.”

“Why don’t you and David go get your present? I left it in the living room.”

“Do you know what it is?” I whispered as we went inside.

“Yeah, I picked it out,” David said. He grinned at me mischievously.

I groaned inwardly but tried not to show it. David has a huge butt fetish. I do not. I was hoping his domme had selected the gift.

He grabbed it and brushed his hand against my ass. “I wonder if Angie will let me give you a spanking,” he mused as he handed me the small box.

I shivered and quickly led us back outside.

“Go on, now. Open it,” Angie said when we returned.

I unwrapped the box carefully (yes – I’m one of those people who actually saves wrapping paper) and opened it up. Inside was a small glass butt plug, mostly clear with just a few soft, red swirls going through it. I’m not the type to be fascinated by butt plugs, but this one is actually very pretty.

“Bend over David’s lap, Sadey,” said Angie. “He wants to put it in.”

I looked at N who was sitting back and smiling.

David scooted his chair back and patted his legs. “Come on,” he said.

I bent myself over his lap, so glad that everyone else was at the rig with the new flogger. David rubbed my ass for awhile and let his fingers graze my pussy lightly, making me moan. I wiggled under his hands, knowing that seeing my ass move around on his lap would turn him on even more.

Then, he parted my ass cheeks and touched my asshole softly. I squirmed, not used to being touched there. He got his hands wet with my pussy juices and used my own wetness to lube up my ass.

I was breathing heavily, turned on by his touch and the situation. I felt the plug at my asshole, and moaned in pain as he pressed it into me. He didn’t go slowly at all, and held my waist firmly as I squirmed against his treatment.

“It looks nice in her,” he commented after he got the butt plug into place. I felt Angie’s hands on my ass and I groaned as she turned the plug around, testing it.

“All right, then. Let her up,” said Angie.

I got up and faced the three of them, me naked and humiliated and them clothed and seated. I blushed and sat down awkwardly, getting used to the feeling of the plug in my butt.

“Thank you for the gift, Angie and David,” I said quietly.

“You’re welcome,” said Angie.

… continued at Sexy Labor Day (Part 5)

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3 responses to “Sexy Labor Day (Part 4)

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  3. I love this, I’m so excited for you and embarrassed for you at the same time.

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