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Red Line
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Red Line I had 2 play dates on Sunday. Both were with people I had contacted on Craigslist, but had never met before. The first date was with a man and a woman. I recognized their picture from a few months ago. I had arranged a date with them, and they basically didn't show up. They said they were new, and later, they sent an email saying they had cold feet. I was sure they didn't remember me this time, and I didn't remind them. The email exchanges between us made them seem very serious this time. They were asking all the questions someone asks who very much intends to meet. We had arranged a time, and planned to meet at their place. I just needed the address. When the time came, I never heard back from them. So I half expected things to go that way. I can't say I was surprised. The second date was later that night. This was a couple collecting men for female<b> dominatrix </font></b>play. The man, Johnny, emailed me and told me they had too many sub men coming, and would I mind just being a guy who fucks her without the sub play? I said that would be fine. When I arrived, Johnny met me at the door and said she would be starting soon. I got a good feeling about Johnny right away. He seemed like a nice guy. He led me upstairs to his apartment. When I entered the room, the dominatrix, Michelle, was sitting in a chair with a man on either side of her. She was my age, early forties, and the men looked to be in their fifties. She was wearing a tight red PVC teddy. The men were in their underwear. "This is Jason," said Johnny. "He's new to being a sub." The others nodded a greeting to me. "You can set your clothes over here," he told me. The apartment was dim, low-rent, and cluttered. There was a twin box spring and mattress on the floor in front of Michelle. I stripped completely naked. The other men did too. Michelle sent Johnny back downstairs to wait by the door for more men. I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I offered a handshake to Michelle. She smiled and extended her hand, fingers down. "Kiss her hand," said the man to her right. I did. "Why don't you lick her pussy?" he said. Hmmm... These people don't mess around, I thought. I got down on my knees immediately and started to lick Michelle's pussy. She moaned and played with the other men's cocks. "Do you like that, boy?" the man asked. "Yes," I said. "Yes, SIR," he told me. "Yes, sir," I said. So much for not being a sub. And I thought she would be the dominate one, with a bunch of sub males. Things were different than I expected. It was OK. I knew I could at least play this game. "Is he licking your pussy good?" he asked. "Mmmm... Yes," she said. "He's doing a good job." Very quickly after that, she said, "get on the bed." I did so. "Lie on your back," she said. "Slide down. Lick my pussy while he fucks me." The other man, the one who hadn't spoken, and wouldn't the entire time, put on a condom and entered her from behind. I licked Michell's pussy while the man fucked her. She caressed my cock and balls. Her body was slender and shapely and warm. Soon, she stopped and sat back in her chair. She told me to get up on all fours on the bed. "Spread your legs," said the man. "Wider." I felt a swat on my ass. "What do you say, boy?" "Thank you," I said. "Thank you, SIR!" "Thank you, sir!" "OK, sit up now," said Michelle. I sat on the corner of the bed. The man stood in front of her. "Have you ever sucked a cock before, boy?" he asked. "No," I lied. I was starting to wonder if this scene would go anywhere to a place I could start to enjoy it. It was looking less likely. I could tell she liked me. Well, they ALL liked me. I was definitely the new toy and the center of attention. It was not quite as awesome as it sounds. The man put his hand on my head and pulled my face into his hip. "Watch her," he told me. "Watch her such that cock." The woman did so, joyfully. The man produced a tiny bottle from somewhere. He pulled the top off and held it to her nose. She inhaled the fumes within. He did too. "Have you ever done poppers?" he asked me, offering me the bottle. I shook my head. "No," I told him truthfully. I knew what the drug was. It was mostly harmless. Still, it made me uncomfortable. I don't do drugs of any kind. "Lie down on the bed," she told me. She got on her back and spread her legs. The quiet man got between them again. "Put your mouth here," she said, directing me to her nipple. My cock was completely limp. Throughout all of this, maybe 10 minutes of play so far, it had not been anywhere near hard. I sucked on her nipple as she got fucked. I came to a decision as I did so. "I have to bow out," I told her. "What?" "This is a little... too intense for me," I said. "I'm going to leave." "Ooh, I'm sorry," she said, and I could tell she was. She had gone from<b> dominatrix </font></b>bitch to concerned mothering mode. I got dressed. The other three continued to play, but quietly. They were processing this new development. "I hope we didn't damage your psyche," the man joked. I was glad he made the joke. "Oh, don't worry about me," I said. "This just isn't my scene." Johnny met me outside the door and walked me down. He seemed concerned. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yeah," I told him. "It's nothing personal. It's just way more intense than anything I'm used to." "Well, would you come back again sometime for something smaller?" I thought about it. "Yeah," I told him. "I would." I knew what I was getting into. I suppose I should be glad that I found people who were willing to meet and did exactly what they advertised. They definitely hit the ground running. I wasn't disappointed. Not really. It felt more like I had simply run to the grocery store to find something to snack on, but they didn't have what I wanted, so I left. That was about all the emotion attached to the thing I had just experienced, and the decision I made about it. Under slightly different circumstances, I might have found a way to enjoy that scene. It was certainly kinky. But it was just so different from anything I was used to; the apartment and the people and the drugs and the dom play. I got the sense the one guy and Michelle knew each other well. The quiet guy might have been a stranger to them for all I knew. I was jumping into a group with well established rules and expectations, but it was all new to me. I was pleased with myself for knowing when to say when, and bowing out as gracefully and tactfully as I could. I was not ashamed in any way. Everyone has their red line. For the couple I tried to meet earlier that day, their red line was simply meeting someone in real life. I've seen a few other men back out of scenes already in play when things got too intense for them. I looked down on them a little. I look down on them less now. I can be pushed farther, but I don't like feeling like I'm being pushed. It's not often I get so far out of my comfort zone in actual play. It's good to know where my line is. |
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