The Experience

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?”

                “Oh, I am sure there are wipes.” she replied confidently.

                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.