Jamie Newman
“Wait, you have to hold
me up,” I told my friend as we crossed the highway. This didn’t look like a
mansion to me; it was just a really big house. We walked up the stone steps
onto a large wooden deck that wrapped around the house. Along the side was a
large privacy gate. A balding middle aged man came out holding a clip board.
“Names?” he asked. He quickly scanned the list and found
our names. “That will be twenty dollars each.” the bouncer demanded to John holding out his
hand. John reached in his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. “Oh I am
sorry,” the bouncer said, “we do not have change. It is very rare that we will
let someone pay at the door like this. Someone had to pull some serious strings
for you. Let me go find the host Wes, he may have change for you.” We both nodded in agreement and watched the
gate close behind him as we stood there waiting. “How did I get myself here,” I thought as I
let my mind wander back to the earlier events of the day.
Two years earlier, I had been renting a beautiful house
from the man I was now having lunch with. The first time I had met him, I
remember I was not overly impressed with his attitude and thought he was kind
of arrogant. I did not exactly like him and he admittedly did not like me. However
his girlfriend at the time thought I was great, so it was her that insisted he
rent to me. Now many years later, I realize that my impression of him has not
changed much. He is what most people would consider tall, dark, and handsome. He is 6’2” with long brown hair, brown eyes,
and built like a horse. His muscles appear to have muscles and the veins on his
neck and shoulders bulge out making him look like the Incredible Hulk. Women
often throw themselves at him, as he was to them nothing short of a real life Fabio
(as he even acted in some commercials). However, it all just screamed arrogance to me.
He was fairly nice to me now, and I couldn’t
help but feel like there was a reason after two years of not living in his
house, he was being brought back into my life. It had seemed all too
coincidental that he just happened to be the “other man” that my now
ex-boyfriend’s wife had cheated on him with years ago. I had to explore the significance
of this meeting in life again.
“Thanks for meeting me,” John said as we sat down at a
small table with our lunch. “So I have this crazy thing I need to talk to you
about,” he continued. He went on to tell me about how he had been modeling nude
at the college all day, and the instructor of the class was a fairly old
homosexual man that had a crush on him. For months, this man had been asking
John if he could photograph him nude and today, for the first time, John
allowed him to. “I know he was taking pictures of my junk!” John exclaimed. We
both laughed about it for a minute and then John started to lead into his
ulterior motive. “Before I left, he invited me to a party tonight. He said it is a really big deal. There are
going to be doctors and lawyers attending, a bouncer at the door and you have
to be on a list to get in. He said there will be gorgeous women there that he
knows and they will just attack me!” I could see the look of excitement in his
eyes as he continued, “It is going to be hosted at some mansion in Farmington.
I really want to go, but I don’t know. I can’t take Sarah or Tammy!” He looked to
me as if seeking nothing more than my advice.
Thinking
to myself, “if a homosexual man wants to get John to a party so he can further
hit on him, awesome!” “Why don’t you
just go?” I asked him.
“I don’t know. Should
I?” he asked sounding not too confident.
“If it were me, I would go,” I told him. “If nothing
else, just go for the experience.” Well all those words lit up like a light
bulb in John’s head.
Excitedly John
exclaimed, “Would you?! Do you want to go with me?”
Without thinking I said, “Yeah, sure I will
go.”, keeping in mind that aside from this lunch right now, I have never gone
anywhere or hung out with this man before. It seemed to be a safe enough idea though.
In my morbid mind, the worst thing that could possibly happen to me at a party
had already happened. If it were to happen again, not only would I survive the
experience, but this time it could justifiably call it my own damn fault for
making a reckless decision. “Just get
the details, tell me what to wear - dress pants and a hot shirt, a little black
dress, or something totally casual. Pick
me up around 9.”, I said to him with confidence.
John looked at me with total excitement as
we headed back to our cars. “This is
going to be awesome!”, he said as I got in my car. “I promise we will have fun, and if it isn’t
fun or you don’t like it, I will take you home in a second. I promise!” he
reassured me. I nodded and smiled, shut
my car door and drove off.
I was slightly irritated that John had picked me up with
food in his hands and bottle of Bud Light between his legs. Being someone that is more than a little against
drinking and driving, I am surprised I seriously let him get away with it. That was just dirt under the rug now as we
stood outside the party, waiting for the bouncer to come back. I was happy with
my decision to have brought some different choices of wardrobe along with me,
so I could change on the way. John
called the host of the party while we were driving there and was told it was a
party to “celebrate the power of women”. Guys could wear whatever they wanted and the
women were to dress sexy. I quickly
changed into a tight, half strapless little black dress and slipped on some 5”
black stilettos that tied on the side, and was ready to go. Now here we stood waiting outside the gate for
the bouncer to find someone with change. The gate swung open.
“I am going to send you to Wes in the kitchen.” the
bouncer said sharply. “He will have change for you and can explain to you the
rules of the party.”
I followed John through the gate asking myself what kind
of party is this, not knowing I was about to be in for a real surprise! As we made our way to the kitchen, I could see
certain sections of the backyard were setup. It was dark outside and tiki
torches were strategically placed throughout the terraced yard to provide just
enough light for the guests. A lot of people had not yet arrived, but there was a lot to be seen in this secluded
backyard. John opened the door leading to the kitchen. An old
man stood in a white lab coat awaiting us.
“Wes
will be right down.”, he pronounced.
To say I was shocked would be a huge understatement when
I saw Wes coming down the stairs wearing nothing but chains, a thong and a
leather dog collar. He shook our hands
and introduced himself. The rules of the
party were simple. This was a female dominatrix theme; the men were not allowed
to speak unless the female that brought them gave them permission. There would be what he called “scenes”
throughout the yard. We were not to interrupt a scene while in action, but if we liked what we saw, we could go and speak
with the female when they were finished. There was a table set up with drinks
for guests to enjoy and participation was optional,
but access inside the home would be limited.
“Feel free to go look around and make yourselves comfortable.”,
Wes directed to us. “It is going to get crazy here tonight!” We walked out the doors into the backyard. We
found our way to the drink table first.
“I think I need a drink or five.” I said to John in
joking matter.
“Do you want to leave?” he asked in a concerned voice.
“No, I am good.” I assured him. “Let’s check out what
there is to see.”
We started making
our way to toward the large wall tent that had been set up for entertaining. I noticed scattered throughout the yard were
half naked woman in heels walking their men around on leashes. As we got closer to the tent, I noticed a big
wooden ‘X’ on which a man was naked, bound by his wrists and ankles facing the
wood, with a semi attractive woman in a bunny leotard spanking him with a
paddle. At the back edge of the tent was a cage that would be considered small
to the average dog. Inside was a man appearing to be naked, sitting with his
legs crisscrossed and his torso laying flat across them. Outside, his woman was
yelling profanities at him and calling him names. At the very center of the tent was a bar
hanging from a chain attached to a pulley crank. Bound by their wrists were two men facing each
other. Their women were turning the
crank, slowly raising them higher and higher until their feet were barely
touching the ground. There was a rock
ledge outside the tent in which a table sat covered in whips, chains and
paddles for guests to use. A man stood
there naked with his hands pressed against the rock ledge, as two young women were teaching another woman how
to use them. There had been a large area
set up with chairs for those wanting to sit and watch. I drank my beer as quickly as I could as we
made our way to sit and observe for a minute. Half naked men and women were all around us. Many women were topless and most of the men
were only wearing a thong, if anything at all. I sat down and sent John to get me another
beer, as I needed my liquid strength. Upon
returning, a short naked man wearing only a leash came up behind him, being led
by his wife. He introduced himself as
the homeowner, and the tall, slender, topless, dark haired woman as his wife.
“Things will be getting started real soon,” he said as
his wife led him away.
John handed me my beer and left to use the bathroom, so I
gravitated to the first lone woman I saw and took a seat next to her.
“Hi. My name is
Jamie.” I said to her as I sat. “Is this your first time?” She was wearing a little black dress, sitting
with her arms crossed on her lap. The light of the tiki torches reflecting off
her pale skin was not quite enough for me to tell if her face was projecting
happiness or discomfort. She appeared to be much older than me, and clearly one
that could stand out in a crowd with her bright red hair.
“I am a virgin to this kind of party.” she replied.
“Jamie. Is that your given name or your name here?” she asked.
“Jamie
is my name,” I said. “I didn’t know we needed a stage name, but if that is the
case, my stage name is Taija.” She smiled at me gently.
“My
name is Tammy. Did you come alone?” She
asked me.
“I am here with my friend John. He is around here somewhere. What about you?”
She explained to me that she was divorced and was there
with her newly single girlfriend, whom she pointed out to me from across the
yard. When John came back, I introduced
them and we sat for a short time making small talk. I noticed the homeowner and his wife walk by, still
confidently leading him on a leash. She
took him to the far edge of the backyard, and laid him on the ground. She had a small device in her hand and was
attaching what appeared to be electric shock pads to his genitals. He didn’t
even react as she started pressing the buttons on the remote. The three of us
sat there watching in a slight state of shock. “I have been to swinger parties before,” Tammy
told us, “but this is a whole new ball game!”
It was clear the wife was trying to get her husband
excited. She was doing everything she
possibly could to try and get him ready to go, but was having no such luck. I couldn’t help but giggle, sensing the
frustration in her eyes. She gave me a
harsh look and I looked away, while still kind of laughing. Another woman came to her assistance. As one woman took control of the remote, the
other began fellatio to get him going. The husband was still having trouble
getting aroused, so another came over to offer their assistance, except this
time it was a man! Too shocked to
control my laughter, I had to turn away and direct my attention elsewhere.
“Would you like us to teach you to use anything on the
table?” A young attractive woman came to
us and asked.
“No, I think I am
good.” I said with a giggle.
“Are you sure?” she asked in an encouraging tone.
“Well,
you and her can take him over there and use him as a demonstration.” I said to
her pointing at John and Tammy.
John looked at me a with a bit of shock on his face. He then smiled
and said “Alright!”
We followed the young woman to the ledge by
the table. One
by one, the young woman started showing Tammy
how to use the different tools. “Are you
sure you don’t want to do this?” Tammy asked me, “He is your boyfriend.” I laughed and replied, “He is not my
boyfriend! I barely know him!” She smiled in relief and continued to hit him
with the leather whip that had been handed to her. The young woman grabbed a
long wire whip off the table. It looked very similar to something you would use
to roast marshmallows over a camp fire. “Now this one can really hurt a person.” she
instructed. “Test it first here lightly on the table, and then you can move on
to him. But only on the fleshy parts of
his skin!”
She handed it to Tammy and she began hitting it softly
on the table. Once she was sure she could control where it was going to hit
John, she began whipping him across the pockets of his jeans.
“Harder!” John called out. “I can barely feel it!”
Since he had already taken off his shirt for the leather
whips, I suggested he now take off as his pants. He looked at the young woman and then to Tammy,
as if asking for permission with his eyes.
“Alright.” he said casually
shrugging his shoulders.
He slipped off is pants and put his hands against the
rock ledge, slightly spread his legs and anxiously waited for Tammy to
continue. Tammy was more than impressed
with the lack of fat on his body and looked at me in pure joy, then began
striking him with the long wire whip. Every now and then, John would let out a moan
of both pain and pleasure. He was
clearly enjoying this. In the dim light,
I could see welts forming on his bare skin. Feeling slightly awkward, I turned my
attention toward other areas in the yard. Under the wall tent, I noticed the two men
still bound facing each other; only this time the women were instigating for
more. A mask had been placed on one of their
heads, covering all but the nose and mouth, while the other was having
something strapped to his mouth, putting the two presumably heterosexual men in
a very compromising scene. Knowing it was wrong, I still found my gaze glued to
them. The women encouraged interaction
between them and they eventually let them down and led them over to a group of
chairs at the edge of the yard. Having them sit side by side, they covered both
of their hands in saran wrap. The two
women gave the men strict instructions on what to do next and to continue until
they returned. Casually they walked
away, leaving the men with no choice but to obediently carry on. It was so funny; I could not resist
interrupting Tammy and John!
“So John wants to see someone use the big sybian thing.”
I told Tammy.
“The sybian!” Tammy proclaimed in excitement. “I love that machine! It is my favorite!” She
quickly began running up the terraced yard toward the gazebo that had been set
up with pillows and this large vibrating machine. John followed behind, still naked, carrying
his clothes.
“So
how are you going to do this?” I asked her concerned. “Are you going to put a
condom on it?”
Completely disgusted at the thought of her only “wiping
off” something like that, I was relieved to see a large jar of condoms. Tammy picked up the remote and began to
demonstrate the different speeds and motions of the machine. She handed the control to John who instantly flipped
the switch to full power. It sounded
like a lawnmower as the vibrations were shaking the entire structure we were
sitting on.
“Yeah, don’t turn it on that high!” Tammy exclaimed to
him. “I don’t think I can handle that much!” Without hesitation, Tammy pulled her panties
off and jumped on. Other guests had
begun to gather and watch in anticipation. She had given John full right of control and
seemed to be enjoying herself. I sat
there awkwardly, wondering once again how on earth I got here.
“I wish I had someone to suck.” Tammy complained.
Shocked and not knowing how to respond, I blurted out,
“John is naked. Use him.”
“Really?”
John questioned. He hesitated for a
split second, then shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing. He handed me the remote and went and stood in
front of Tammy. “Just don’t leave me,”
John requested tapping my leg with his foot.
Tammy worked on John for what seemed an eternity as I sat there not
knowing what to do. It was clear this
woman had issues and was not going to give up until he was done. I was so relieved when he finally finished. I stood up and gave him a pat on the back.
“Good
job.” I said to him. “Now I am going to go back to the drink table and get
another beer or something. Take your
time.”
I walked down the steps of the terrace and
back onto the patio with the drink table. Making some small talk with a stranger, I was
relieved when I saw John, now completely clothed, had come to find me. This had certainly been an interesting night. I had witnessed more here and now than I could
have expected to witness in a lifetime. It
was even crazier to have done so with someone I barely knew.
John was hungry after his little adventure,
and the events of the night had kept him so busy that he hadn’t had a chance to
drink much. Knowing I could trust him to
drive at this point, I cancelled the ride home I had waiting for me and we
headed toward the gate, back into the real world.
“That was awesome!” John said with great excitement. “I loved that! I got to see what women really want! What they like and what they want to do us!”
I looked at him and shook my head. “Honey, those women have more issues than you
can shake a stick at.” I explained. “I
can promise you, that is not what women want! If any guy ever let me do anything like that
to him, I would lose all respect and want nothing more to do with him.” John looked at me in agreement, knowing I was
probably right. He started the truck and we drove away in
search of food to replenish our exhausted mind, body and souls.
