Chronicles of a Submissive

The Fetish Party

I'm sure many of you have fantasized about attending a fetish party. Let me take you on a walk-through of one such event I experienced in Melbourne with my Master.

Last year, my Master and I visited fetish parties and houses in Melbourne and Sydney, Australia. It was an exciting adventure where we explored new experiences together and discovered a world where fantasies become real.

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My master has always had a weakness for sarees; he thinks they make me more attractive and lustful. So he wanted me to wear a saree to the party, my most seductive one, its fabric embracing my curves with every sway, leaving nothing to the imagination. I knew there was to be no modesty tonight – no undergarments, no blouse, just the bare essence of my being.

As I was getting ready, using the sweet scent of raspberry and vanilla to please him, a sudden interruption stopped me. He gestured for me to go to the living room.

'In there, now,' he said. I obeyed, curious. Had I overlooked something in my eagerness to please him, to fulfill his every desire?

Suddenly, he pulled me towards the sofa and bent me over the back of it. "Lift your saree up," he commanded, and I complied without hesitation. In the next moment, I heard the rustling of clothes, realizing he was undoing his trousers. Before I could protest – despite being perfectly preened and groomed for the party – he had already opened my legs, and his cock was inside me, stiff like a rod. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Suddenly, the party didn't matter. Who cared if my makeup smudged? I could fix it later. I pressed my hips against my Master's, feeling his cock dig deeper into me. He thrust once, twice, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I didn't want him to stop. The thought of driving for an hour to attend a party with strangers held no appeal. Couldn't we just stay home and create our own celebration?

Master stopped thrusting and pulled his cock out of me. I could feel my pussy juices run down inside of my thigh. I wanted more. 'Please, Sir,' I requested.

'We have to go,' he said. 'Don't worry. You'll get fucked a lot more at the party. And not just by me, either.' "hahahaha"

He then gently clasped a delicate leather leash around my neck, the cool metal clasp sending a shiver down my spine. The subtle weight and gentle pressure of the leash served as a constant reminder of my submission to him, a physical manifestation of the power dynamic we had established. With a gentle tug, he guided me forward to the car, leading me deeper into this sensual world of the fetish , my senses heightened and my body alive with anticipation of night coming. 

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The party was in Melbourne city, in a once-grand townhouse somewhere north of the Yarra river. The people who own the house were both lawyers, working in large corporations and leaving their respectable public exteriors on weekends while they host hedonistic gatherings in their home. The house was old and sturdy, with thick walls which would insulate the sounds of moaning in ecstasy or pain, both of which Master promised to me in abundance.

When we arrived at the address Master had entered into the GPS, I looked around and felt a sense of anticipation and curiosity. This was no ordinary neighborhood – there was a mysterious and intriguing vibe in the air. I knew that behind the plain exterior, a world of hidden desires and forbidden pleasures awaited us.As we stepped inside, I was struck by the strong energy in the space. The guests, dressed in various states of undress and fetish wear, exuded confidence and liberation that was both attractive and intimidating. I realized that everyone here had their own secrets and desires, and they had chosen to embrace them instead of hiding them.