Golden showers at a sex party

Darren called me and told me to accompany him to a sex party. I had to meet him at a corner in Chinatown at a specific time on Friday night.
“Have you ever been to a sex party before?” he asked.
“Never. It is an orgy?”
“No. Not everyone engages in intercourse, but everyone is welcome to if they wish. Or if their dom wishes.” They start in the usual slow, awkward way as any other party. But at a certain point, we turn the lights down and the music up. People get down after that,” he explained.
“What should I wear?”

He laughed and hung up. I took that as meaning that he intended for me to spend the party without them. I was excited at the idea of being naked in front of a crowd, and perhaps used by some of them. On the day of the party, the hours passed quickly in excitement. I chose a lace G-string and lace-up boots and shaved myself completely.

Darren and Foxy met me at the designated corner. Leading me through an alley and into a security-controlled building, Darren asked me about my expectations. “Most people who come here lead ordinary, boring lives. None of them are as intelligent or beautiful as you, Carrie. None of them have had as interesting and varied a life. You will be bored trying to talk to them, waiting for the music to go up. Is that what you came here for? No, I did not think so. For that reason, I will not take you into the party early. I have plans for you as a party treat.”

The elevator took us to the penthouse. Upon entering the fine apartment, a striking, female dom met us. “Darren, you are one of the first. These must be your slaves. I do hope you let me abuse this one later,” she said sliding her riding crop under my chin.

“Johanna, you know my swap terms are very severe,” said Darren. “If you want time with one of my slaves, then you must give yourself me as a slave yourself.”

“Never. I am a dom! I would not enjoy it. I am too ….elite,” she said, sliding the riding crop to my breasts.

“Johanna, you could surprise yourself. Carrie here has a PhD and a powerful job. She can fly airplanes and out-debate anyone. She is more than a match you anytime. But she loves giving all that up to me from time to time. Maybe she has some things to teach you.”

With that, Johanna looked at me with great curiosity. I was under orders to not speak unless given permission, so just returned her stare.

“What are your plans for her?” asked Johanna.

Darren smiled and turned to me. “Carrie – strip.” I began to undress, there in the middle of the penthouse with the peppering of completely dressed onlookers gathering to watch. Foxy helped fold my clothes and put them away. I paused when I got to my G-string. “Tell me how you feel and what you want from me and from this party, Carrie?” he asked.

I paused and thought carefully. “I feel vulnerable. I like it. I feel like a museum exhibit or piece of art. I want to be admired. I want to be dominated and give up responsibility for my sex compulsion. I want your big fat cock in my cunt. Preferably while others watch.” It was a rare articulation of honesty for me and it felt both releasing and arousing.

Darren was all smiles. “If you are prepared to earn that prize, then take off your G-string, Carrie. Keep the boots on.” Darren took my G-string when I removed it and gave it to Johanna. “A token. Maybe I will let you do more later. Now Carrie, come with me.”

With that, he led me to one of the bathrooms, the small entourage following. He made me sit on the toilet and then produced a set of handcuffs, with which he secured me in place. Then he took his penis from his pants and pissed into the small opening between my thighs and the toilet seat opening. I spread my legs to make his aim easier, but he then lifted his penis and pissed on my belly, and then my cleavage.

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