Close to the end of February, I’m having a very special party hosted by Sir. Not a dinner party with cocktails, hors d’oeuvres, salads, blah, blah, blah. Nope, this little gathering of ours has a much more sinister note to it. Sir is hosting my first gangbang, and I’m a bit apprehensive.
This event has been on His radar since we met. It has been something He has wanted for me for a little while now. I’m curious to see how much I can handle and increase my numbers. My last party had a small turn out, only five. This time we are looking for ten to fifteen. Woo Hoo. To date, I have six confirmed, two maybes, and one definitive no. I may consider more invitations this week, depending on pending responses.
My apprehension comes from the usual place of not ever wanting to disappoint Sir. I hold myself to a fairly high standard when it comes to my performances for Him, higher than He holds me. I always want to be as close to perfect as possible regardless of what I’m doing. I would be devastated if I had to yellow or safe word. The embarrassment that would come from that would be hard to get through.
I’m not sure what to expect; however, when the play collar goes on and I take a few deep breaths and He whispers what a good girl His angel is, there isn’t much I can’t accomplish. I do believe it will be rough and aggressive; but, I’m not sure how much kink is going into it either. Since everyone invited is from a particular website of like minded people, I’m sure there will be a little something extra.
And I’m assuming if all goes well there will be more parties like this upcoming one and more friends to be made.