I was about to come and I didn’t even know who was touching me.

Somewhere in the lust-addled depths of my brain, I knew I wasn’t the kind of girl who did this sort of thing. I was a professional dominatrix, so certainly I was more comfortable with human sexuality than your average bear, but this was different. I was used to being in control, calling the shots, directing my subs — rarely ever being vulnerable enough to put my own pleasure on the line. But curiosity had gotten the better of me this time.

By now I was no stranger to anything-goes play parties where my fellow hedonists celebrated all that pleasure had to offer. I generally played with friends and had a good time, but never strayed very far outside of my comfort zone.

Someone brought a vac-bed to this party, though, and I had... Read More