The Strapon Party: aftermath

I could go on for hours, but I’m still basking in the lazy afterglow of this fabulous event. Let’s leave it to my good friend Ms Theda, organizer of the First London Strapon Party, to tell us how it was. I can only agree enthusiastically and wave my biggest dildo at her, in agreement!

Reportage from the Dildocratic Order of Dominant Women
30th April 2011

Secret London Location

Within the walls of a large, elegant, modern apartment hidden discreetly down a cobbled alleyway in central London – 2 years after it’s conception, the Dildocratic Order of Dominant Women (after much plotting, laughing and circumvention by the harsh realities of life within patriarchal society) finally held their long-awaited Strap on Party.

With a well-furnished dungeon and bar, nibbles on plates and two beautiful maids on stand-by to meet, greet and cater to the needs of those attending, Mistress Theda and Ms. Tytania, dressed to the nines and sporting succulent dildos, lounged watching strap on porn with a glass of Pimms in one hand and their cocks in the other and anticipating the first arrivals.

Condoms, bouquets of rubber gloves and lubricant to hand in every corner, leather fetish furniture and walls covered in kit, women dressed in rubber, satin, leather, chiffon and sequins, shelves and adorned with cocks of various sizes, shapes, colours, textures, surrounded by men who love receiving cock and humiliation from women – what could go wrong?

Loads of things –

It could just be myself and Ms. T surrounded by a bunch of begging boys and no other women!

The boys could get scared and not turn up, leaving us to drink all the Pimms! (actually not such a bad scenario)

Someone could slip on a puddle of lube and break an ankle!

What if everyone is too shy and does nothing, dildos blowing uselessly in the Saturday afternoon breeze?

Someone might get messily drunk and cause problems!

What if we ran out of Pimms?!

101 other reasons, plus a few extra totally irrational what if-the-sky-fell-in thoughts skittered across my mind.

Luckily nothing bad happened and although we did run out of Pimms, one of the lovely boys dashed out to get some more.

More than luckily, as it turned out to be an utterly brilliant event and I adored holding it (I can say this now I’ve slept – earlier today it would have just come out as “…mumble mumble maaaaa”)

After an initial bout of shyness from the early arrivals and probably due to our impatience to get on with the boys…ahem – task at hand, Ms Tytania and I initiated play with a few of them – allowing them to suck our dildos, making them drink from the ejaculating ones, bending them over benches, pushing them to the floor – once started, the play didn’t stop and didn’t stop even after the party was due to end – everyone trying to fit in ‘just one more play’ before they left.

Fisting, piss drinking, fingering, boy on boy, women looking gorgeous and very fuck worthy in their cocks and outfits. Boys being polite, obedient, clean and friendly and most of all, extremely happy to be in this rarified environment, where they were gagged, pissed on, tied up, strung up, fucked up, sat on, made to sit on each other amongst many varied other filthy activities.

The moaning, groaning, panting, laughing, cheers and applauding, slipperyness, hugging, kissing, group participation, bonding with new people, socialising and hanging out with familiar and much-loved others *sigh* Amazing stuff and just the kind of event I always wanted to hold.

Huge thanks to the maids Sharon and Felicity, without whom we could not have managed and especially to Ms. Tytania, Leader of the Urban Chick Supremacy Cell, who kept me sane throughout the planning and the event and thank you to everyone who helped out and made this a night to remember for a very long time.

I might just hold another one…

Theda x

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