Shared and used in a bdsm club

For a long time, I have wanted to visit a bdsm club and/or to be shared or for my Sir to share me/pass me around. AM, however, has never really been into it that much since he is quite possessive (who knew?) but for my birthday this year he surprised me with a trip to a swingers/bdsm club! (I once said he could never top a birthday present as he got me a dog one year {who I have now had almost 4 years!} but this came extremely close!)

My birthday was early last month and he kept telling me that I had to wait for my gift until he was with me in April. I was grumpy! How rude! Not only late but wouldn't even tell me what it was! And then he told me and oh!! I was excited and shocked and speechless and stunned and when I said "but you don't like to share?" he said "happy birthday" and I loved him even more.


He told me the dress code so I made sure to pack a skimpy dress that hid nothing at all and once we arrived and handed in our phones and valuables and met the lady working that time, we headed upstairs so we could change into the appropriate attire. Males were naked, in underwear or a towel and ladies could dress however they wished. This is the dress I wore:

Now I have very big boobs which make the dress stretch in all the wrong (or right) places. So I felt like I was constantly pulling it back over my boobs and down past my butt, which made me so self-conscious! No heels allowed, only bare feet or slippers which I was glad for because no doubt I would have fallen over and broken my neck. When we went upstairs to change I realized that the changing area is public and anyone could walk in....I guess with the nature of the club that's expected but even so - it was nerve-wracking!

My nerves were not really helped when we went and had a wander around and I didn't know if I was glad or disappointed that no one was there yet. Then when Sir and I found the glory hole and he told me to climb in I was suddenly shy and nervous and anxious and excited all at once. Sir vanished and then all of a sudden there was a penis in one of the holes! And not Sir's! I was very curious about what he said to the guy at the bar to get him to just come over but somehow didn't think it was the right time to ask just then. (Later he told me he had simply beckoned him over and the guy was happy to oblige.) And then when he put his peepee through the hole I was glad but also quite sad at the size as he wasn't all that big (so I like big cocks)...and he went through the very bottom of the gloryhole and not all the way through due to his size, so the angle was extremely awkward and I had to remind myself a few times to focus on what was happening and not the neck cramps. Also, I was glad he was clean and washed. Always important.

Then Sir climbed in behind me and positioned my butt up so he could fuck my butt at the same time and I was just like hooooolllly fuck. And then I was very much enjoying Sir fucking my butt while (awkwardly) continuing the bj. When the guy walked away the first time I slightly panicked that I had done a terrible job as he hadn't cum but then he said it was nice and he returned later on, so I was assured I didn't suck. (hahaha.)

Next, Sir took me down to the pillories and I lamented being so fucking tiny! My height made it impossible for him to fuck my butt while in those and I was so sad...as I think Sir could tell considering how he laughed at me asking him to please fuck my ass and wriggling around to try and get him inside me. Also, the wrists and neck become uncomfortable much more quickly than I thought they would in those pillories. So I was glad that Sir released me pretty quickly from those. (Although I think the main reason was that he couldn't use my ass and not my discomfort.)

Next, we went up to the big sharing bed where he told me to kneel in front of him and give him a blow job and lightly fucked my face a few times. The only reason he didn't go hard here was that we didn't want me to vomit and mess up the club equipment. I knew and understood the reason and agreed with it, but I was still kinda sad we had to be careful of not making a mess, because I did really want Sir to fuck my face. All of a sudden the guy from the gloryhole was back! He joined us on the bed and Sir told me to get on all fours so that my back was to him and he could see my butt and cunt while I bent over to give Sir some more blow jobs. As soon as Sir told me to get on all fours I was like ohhhh nooo...but not in a bad way.

Sir told me to climb on top of him and start riding and I could see the guy watching me from the corner of my eye and I was so grateful that Sir didn't tell me to make eye contact with him, but keep it with him instead. He knows I find eye contact SO FUCKING HARD. (Which is definitely why he had me repeatedly do it with him in our other private sessions.) And then all of a sudden Sir told me to get off and I heard him say "do you wanna fuck her?"

...What? Huh? Shit! Argh! Yes! No! How! Argh!

Honestly, I don't know if I was sad or relieved he opted for a bj instead...I mean, I wasn't attracted to him in the slightest but servicing him too made me so wet - because - I wasn't at all attracted and would never do it of my own accord. Like when I watch porn of girls forced to fuck guys they don't find attractive, not their type, old, big etc and it turns me on because of the degrading aspect that they have no attraction. I think it also ties into my fetish of patriarchy porn of the whole you'll fuck whoever wants to fuck you because they're a man thing. While I started the bj, Sir climbed behind me and slid into my ass again and started fucking me.

At first, both Sir and the guy were pretty gentle but then Sir asked him if he minded if he got rough with me and the guy said no! I was glad since I do enjoy rough sex but also it was my first time being watched AND my first time being shared AND my first time at a club AND my first dp! So it was all overwhelming! But in a good way!

Once Sir had confirmed he'd be good with getting rough and pushed my head down onto him a few times, making me gag and my eyes tear up, he seemed to be more comfortable too as he also started to slam into my mouth pretty hard, whereas before it was like he wanted to be rougher but was still hesitant. And the more Sir fucked my butt and got rougher, the wetter I became and sometimes it was difficult to focus on both peepees at the same time, it was like an overload of sensation and emotion.

At one point the guy asked Sir "is she your little sub" and Sir confirmed I was, I guess my pretty pink collar and my stunning obedience and no brattiness in sight gave it away. When Sir confirmed I was his, the guy asked him does she want some cum? and it was both humiliating and arousing that he was asked if I wanted cum and not me - like I didn't get a say....Sir repeated the question to me and I replied with a yes please Sir But even though Sir asked me my answer wasn't important, what Sir wanted was important. And Sir wanted me to take the cum...so like a good girl, I did. The guy even said wow you sucked out every drop. Soon after he left and Sir and I were alone again, he mentioned the st andrews cross that I hadn't noticed so I wanted to go and see it! While I went to check it out Sir went to grab his belt from the cubicles and when he joined me he tied my wrists to the cross, with me facing the wall.

I loooooove the st andrews cross. I love the immobility, the fact I couldn't see what Sir was doing or when he would swing, the fact I couldn't wriggle away even if I wanted to or tried to. I was glad it was Sir's belt though and not, say, a cane. (Because he used the cane on me the night before and the cane and I are NOT FRIENDS!) It still hurt and I think there were some noises of pain and I remember at this point I was sweating and my heart was racing from all the impact and emotions. Then Sir asked if I remembered my safewords and I was very confused for a moment so when I said I don't have safewords Sir, and he told me good girl, I wondered if it was a test...or if he was waiting to see if I would say B.A.N.A.N.AAA!!

Then he told me for the next bit I would have a safeword and if I needed to use it, I would do so. We haven't had safewords for years so these comments especially after the comments just before had my heart rate rising and I wondered what the fuck he was thinking of that i might need one after all this time. Still, I wasn't scared - I trust him absolutely. More...anxious? Nervous again? But then he started tightening the belt around my chest and I understood where it came from and why he gave me the option (I am claustrophobic and hate being confined in any way at all) and then I felt the belt tighten some more and my breathing sped up (which you'd think would be the opposite considering my breathing is restricted, so not sure how that works.) but I think Sir noticed because that's when he said "deep breaths" and I was okay again although it's not something I would ask for myself. I think that's something I'd only ask for/do because Sir likes it.

Soon after Sir removed me from the cross as the wrist restraints were starting to effect my circulation and so we went back to the sharing bed where we went back to some slow blow jobs and light deep throat and I just decided suddenly that I would like to rim him...I don't know why. I hate rimming! I've only done it once before with Sir. And it's gross! But I couldn't stop thinking about it..... so I mentioned it...and Sir made me repeat it AND ask again which was so mean! Maybe I was just very deep in subby space because I know Sir really likes that (particularly because of how much I don't) so I just wanted to do something for him I knew he would really like.

Time was getting on so unfortunately we had to leave before the club got busy and Sir went to pee while I was changing into regular clothes but then he came out of the bathroom and told me to kneel and clean him. So I dropped to my knees and cleaned him and I really don't like the taste of pee. But Sir wanted it so I do it. And will again, whatever he wants.

I know that he has never been particularly fond of my sharing fantasies but he did it for me anyway because he knew how much I wanted it and for that I am so grateful. Thank you, Sir.