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 never seen such a contraption. A deflated air mattress was placed on top of a second inflated air mattress. The participant climbed into the deflated air mattress through a sealable opening in the side, and then lay down, aligning with the only holes in the fabric — one at the mouth to breathe through, and one cleverly placed access point at the genitals. Once they were situated, a vacuum was attached to the vent of the air mattress, and all of the air was sucked out. The fabric vacuum-sealed around them, leaving no gaps. It looked bizarre and intriguing and just a little scary.

I stood and watched a woman play in it first. Once she was sealed in, people circled her, and hands began roaming all over her body across the thick fabric. Her husband straddled her and began fingering her through the hole in the mattress while the rest of the group continued stroking her body. It only took moments for her moans to turn to screams as she came.

Impulsively, I volunteered to go next without stopping to think about it. I had to know what it felt like. I recruited my close friend and coworker, Raven, to be in charge and keep things in a territory she knew I was comfortable with. I really just wanted to know what it felt like to be sealed in there. I had no intention of going as far as the last chick.  

My first impression was that it was hot and incredibly loud with the sound of the vacuum roaring in my ears. Then, the fabric quickly started to compress tightly against my skin, and within seconds I was sealed in. It sealed so tightly around me that I couldn’t move any part of my body even a fraction of an inch. It felt like I had been sealed in concrete and yet I was floating on a bed of air. I was impossibly heavy and weightless at the same time. I was utterly powerless, but I wasn’t panicking.

A hand squeezed my shoulder and I heard Raven’s voice against my ear asking, “Do you want to try some sensation play?”

I felt so isolated that I was surprised to remember I could speak through the air hole.

“Sure,” I said, laughing a little self-consciously.

I had meant that just Raven should touch me, but at least eight hands were instantly rubbing my body through the heavy fabric. I considered protesting, but it felt so good that I just let it happen.

I expected the sensations to be muted through the air mattress, but it simply spread the feeling and intensified my reactions. As a pair of small hands caressed my breasts, I felt myself straining to arch up into the touch, but I couldn’t move against the pressure of the vacuum seal.

I heard Raven’s voice against my ear again asking, “Does Scarlett want more?”

My voice sounded distorted as I moaned, “Mmm, yes please, Mistress.”

I felt her climb on top of me, straddling my hips with delicious pressure, forcing me deeper against the weightlessness beneath me. I had felt helpless, but now I felt pinned, like a spider trapped in her web.

Without warning, she kissed me deeply, molding her body against mine. Her tongue delved into my mouth possessively, and I was lost to the sensations. I couldn’t hear or see anything. I couldn’t move. I could only breathe because she was letting me. I wanted more and she seemed to read my mind. The heel of her hand ground hard against my aching clit, making me cry out. I could feel other hands squeezing and rubbing, but I had forgotten that they were associated with strangers.

The heel of her hand was replaced with two fingers rubbing back and forth, and suddenly I wondered if it was even Raven pleasuring me anymore. I tried to make sense of the pressure and orientation of the people around me, but it was pointless. In the moment, I didn’t really care.

Another hand took over, and this one found just the right pressure and speed to drive me wild. A secret part of me wanted someone to climb on top, push my thong to one side, and fuck me senseless while I was incapable of doing anything but lying there moaning. I was too scared to voice that desire, so I simply lost myself in the fantasy of it. 

Before I could overthink what was happening, I came to a spectacular climax — and I knew I wasn’t quiet about it.

I panted for a few moments and the hands stopped roaming one at a time. The vacuum was turned off, and slowly the pressure around me began to ease until I was able to slide out of the opening. I felt a little sheepish as I made eye con-tact with the group of people who had just participated in my pleasure until I saw the way they were all grinning. I knew a few of them, but some were total strangers. Still, there was nothing to be ashamed of. No one was judging me.

Raven handed my dress to me and gave me a hug as I stood on shaky legs.

“Wanna know who got you off?” she asked teasingly.

I looked at the faces around me, but I had no idea. I paused to consider it.

“Nah,” I said. “It’s more fun if I never know.”

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