Sounder’s Play Party

So Saturday night was Sounder’s play party.  The entire day dragged by, and the poor boy only got 3 combined hours of sleep in the last two nights.  But insomnia is a thing he deals with on a regular basis, so he was functioning just fine.

The party was set to start at 7pm.  I got there right around 6, and I loved how nervous he was.

But we hung out and socialized while he finished getting everything ready, and Sadie arrived with the photographer, one of her playmates.  Kiki had told us beforehand that she would be a little late, because she gets off work late.  We decided to use one of the guest rooms as our playspace, so the photographer set up the backdrop and the lights while Sadie, Sounder and I chatted.

And it was a lot of fun, just talking.  Sadie got to see for herself just how delightfully dry and sarcastic Sounder’s sense of humor is.  And I have no doubt that she noticed, as I did early on, that the level of sarcasm goes up the more nervous he gets.  It’s adorable, and hilarious.

Once Kiki got there, we chatted a bit more, then made our way upstairs.  I started stripping him, unbuttoning his shorts, when I felt the unmistakable feeling of lace.

He was wearing his panties.

I looked up at him, confused.  “Why are you wearing these?”

“For tonight,” he replied.


He didn’t have to do that.  I certainly wasn’t expecting it.  But then again, I’m not surprised.  He never does anything half-assed, including his submission and service to me.

So I pulled his shorts down, pulled his shirt off, and he was standing there, in front of the three of us and the photographer (who is male, by the way… a tiny detail that I absolutely loved.  Our original photographer was female, but she couldn’t get off work, so he offered to do it), wearing nothing but his black lacy thong.

So cute.  But I didn’t make him stay mostly-naked for long.  I put his sexy French maid outfit on and sat him down on the edge of the bed to put his makeup on.  I didn’t do the super-advanced stuff, like the contouring and all of that (which I really need to start doing, he has a very strong jaw), simply because I didn’t want to be doing his makeup for an hour.  And he’d be wearing a masquerade mask in the pictures anyway.  So just basic stuff.  Concealer, foundation, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara, lip liner and lip color.

Oh!  But there was a moment when Sadie, Sounder and I were talking, as he was standing there in some stage of undress (I don’t remember), and I said something about having been nice to him up to this point.

And he looked at me with that sarcastic grin of his and said, “Oh, you’ve been nice?”

Oooooh, little boy…..

I arched a brow.  “You don’t think I’ve been nice?”

He pointedly looked around, at the backdrop, lights, his outfit, and the massive collection of toys we were planning to use on him, then looked back at me.  “This is nice?” he asked.

Oooooh, little boy……

Even Sadie was chuckling at that point.  I crossed my arms and looked up at him, a dark smile spreading across my face as I started to think of some not-nice things.  “So you don’t think I’ve been nice.  Would you like me to stop being nice?  Because I could totally stop being nice if you want.  I can definitely accommodate that.”

He shook his head.  “No, no, that’s okay.”

That’s what I thought.

So I’ll have to remember that.


He looked adorable.  And he’d gotten a new wig that I hadn’t had the chance to see on him, so I was excited to see it.  And really, it looks good on him.  Both Sadie and Kiki complimented it, and the way it fits his face.  As much trouble as we’ve had finding a decent wig for him, I think he finally hit gold.

So I tied the mask on him, he put his shoes on, and we made him pose while the photographer snapped away.

And really, it never fails to amuse me how horrible men are at moving their bodies.  Guys, your torso and your hips are not fused together.  They can move independently.  I promise you, they can.

It was adorable.  And we had our fair share of laughs at his expense as we modeled the different poses.  And actually, he impressed me.  He’s a really fast learner.  It didn’t take long for him to sort of get the hang of posing and standing like a woman.

It was funny, though.  At one point, I was standing next to him, modeling the pose I wanted him to assume.  You all know the pose.  Where the woman is standing facing away from the camera, turns her shoulders to the side and looks over her shoulder at the camera, her hand on her hip.  You know the pose.

And he actually didn’t look bad doing it.  But he was having trouble arching his back.

“More,” I told him.  “Stick your ass out.  It’s supposed to be uncomfortable.”

He more or less figured it out, but it was obvious he wasn’t loving it.  “Who stands like this?” he asked.

All three of us laughed.  “Women,” Sadie and I said together.

And it’s always funny watching him try to be feminine.  All of my previous experience with forced fem, or cross-dressing, or anything like that, has been with men who were already a little feminine, or wanted to be more feminine.  But Sounder is as masculine as they come.  Watching him struggle with the things that come naturally to me was eye-opening as far as the differences between genders.  And I don’t consider myself to be hugely feminine.

But we took plenty of pictures of him in cute, sexy, slutty poses.  After that, we set the table up and laid him down on it on his stomach, completely naked.  Then we started in with the violet wand.

And really, the more I play with the violet wand, the more upset I am that I don’t have one.  It made him squirm so beautifully.  We had to keep an eye on the squirming, so we didn’t make his injury worse.  But it wasn’t easy.  He has no self-control when it comes to thrashing and writhing.  So we kept the wand on the lower settings and had fun playing on his back, butt and legs.

Then, Sadie handed me an odd-shaped cylinder that looked to be made of brass and glass, with two metal prongs at one end.  “What the fuck is that?” I asked her.

And that made Sounder nervous as hell.  “Okay, that’s not a good sign,” he said, squirming.

“No, it’s fine,” Sadie said.  “Just hold it here and touch the two prongs to him.”

I moved the cylinder closer to his body, and before I even touched him, the glass portion lit up.  It was a lightbulb.

“Oh!” I exclaimed.  “That’s awesome!”

And apparently that didn’t help Sounder’s nervousness at all.  He was still squirming and protesting, so I decided to be nice and calm him down a bit.  By this point, we’d already been pretty mean with the violet wand.

“It’s alright, here look,” I said, holding it in front of his face.  I showed him what it was, and moved it close to his arm so he could see it light up.

See?  And he thinks I’m not nice.

So that was a lot of fun.  I don’t think he was expecting that kind of intensity.  He had said that electric play doesn’t really do anything for him, and that others had been disappointed.

But the others hadn’t been Sadie, and hadn’t had a violet wand.

He really couldn’t thrash around much, and I had the sneaking suspicion that if we tried tying him to the table, he’d end up inadvertently breaking it, just because he’s that strong.  Sadie seemed like she was a little skeptical of that idea, but I said, “No, he has literally broken chain before.  Like, metal chain.  Completely snapped it.”

After awhile, we decided to switch him over to his back.  It didn’t take long for us to realize that make him flinch or squirm while on his back was a bad idea.  It put too much of a strain on his abdomen.

So we put the violet wand away, and I pulled out my sounds.  We’d played with them once, but the lube we used had burned him like hell.  When we tried it before, he said it felt like he was on fire.  So I haven’t done anything with them since.

But Sadie found a few tester packets of a different brand of surgical lube.  I’d used the basic Surgi-Lube, and that’s what she had, too.  But she found the packets of Dyna Lube, and suggested we try that, to see if it was a little better.  Of course, it would probably burn at least a little.  Surgical lube generally does.  But with any luck, it would be way more manageable than the Surgi-Lube was.

So I picked the sound, tore open the packet, and started sliding it inside him.  Apparently I was going too slow for his preference or something.  He asked, “Is it tough to put in?”

“No, it’s sliding in pretty easy.  I’m not pushing it at all.  Gravity is pushing it, and I’m just guiding it and holding it to keep it from falling too fast.”

“Oh, okay.  It just seemed like you were going really slow.”

I laughed.  “Would you rather I shove it in?”

“No, no.  Take your time.”

Silly boy.

I started with the third smallest, and went up to the fifth.  And after awhile, I asked how the burning was.  He said he could feel it, but it was very tolerable.

“Awesome, so this works better than the Surgi-Lube.”

“Does it?  I don’t remember.”

“Oh, yeah.  Last time, by this point, I was practically peeling you off the ceiling.”

So that’s awesome.  We can do sounding again, yay!  I bet he’s soooooo super excited about that.

After sounding him, we turned him back over, and Sadie introduced us to her extremely extensive collection of impact toys.  She had a brand-new bamboo cane that she’d never gotten the chance to use before.

And oh, she got to use it.  She caned him, paddled him, beat the hell out of him.  Kiki brought this amazing thick leather strap that I immediately fell in love with.  It could cause some pain, sure.  But more than the pain was the sound it made when she hit him with it.  It made a sexy, loud, intimidating sound.  It was awesome.

There were five different canes, four or five wooden paddles, a flogger, all kinds of fun toys.  We went to town on him, pushing him hard.  Before long, his ass and the backs of his thighs were red and hot, and some lovely welts were forming on his thighs.  So that’s when we got out the vampire gloves.  And the skin on his ass was so sensitive, it took very little pressure with the gloves to overwhelm him.  That was insanely fun, watching him react to us hurting him, listening to him grunt and moan, trying his hardest to handle what we were putting him through.

Pretty welts.

I was loving it.  We beat and caned him some more, and then decided to move on to the needles.  We’d decided we were going to put four in each butt cheek, and then use ribbon to wrap around them to sort of “lace up” his ass.

Kiki isn’t a fan of needles, and she’s a smoker, so she went downstairs to take a smoke break while Sadie and I prepped him.

And when Sadie began rubbing the alcohol on his ass, his reaction surprised me.  He damn near screamed, his entire body tense, and writhing all over the place.  He was really having trouble handling it.  But he eventually calmed down and Sadie began the process of pushing the needles into him.  She was going to do one side, and I would do the other.  But I needed to hold him down while she put the needles in him.

And even leaning on him with all of my weight, it was a struggle to keep him down.  She got three in, and I could see him starting to crack.  We were quickly approaching his limit, and had gone beyond the point of him being capable of speech.  So after the third, we took a break, she took the gloves off, to give him some time to cope before moving on.

He was shaking, writhing, moaning, completely overstimulated and overwhelmed.  I asked him if he needed to take the needles out, but of course he couldn’t answer.  So I turned to Sadie and told her to take them out.  We were getting too close to his limit, and when I do eventually push him to his breaking point, I don’t want anyone else there.

She reached for the gloves, and he was doing everything he could to keep from cracking wide open.  For a moment, I thought about pushing her aside and pulling the needles out myself, gloves or no gloves.  But, while I know he’s clean and disease free, I’m in no rush to get myself blood-bound to someone I’ve known for three months.  And it would only take a few more seconds.

It felt like time was going in slow motion in my mind (and I imagine in his, too).  I didn’t want him to break with her and the photographer in the room, and we were getting pretty close.  But finally, she got the glove on and I held him down once more while she pulled the needles out.

After that, he was better.  She wrote my name in his blood on his back, then cleaned him up.  This time, when she used the alcohol it didn’t bother him nearly as much.

For a few minutes there, he was completely shut down, lying on his stomach on the table.  I sat on the table beside him, running the tips of my fingers up and down his back, caressing and comforting him while he stabilized himself a bit.

By the time Kiki came back, he was talking and answering questions, and was just fine. He lied there on the table for awhile, recovering, while Sadie, Kiki, the photographer, and I chatted.

Marks have the habit of disappearing annoyingly fast on him, and at one point, maybe 20 minutes into our conversation, I turned to look at the welts on his thigh, and was disappointed to see how much they’d gone down. We hoped they’d get darker again in the morning.

After awhile, Sounder picked himself up off the table, got dressed, and joined in the conversation.

They all left, and Sounder and I hung out, watching Eastbound & Down, a show that he’d introduced me to earlier that afternoon, and probably the most epic TV show of all time.

I was surprised when I looked at my phone and realized it was 1:30 in the morning. So I grabbed my things, he walked me to my car, we hugged, and I left.

The next day, he texted me a picture of the welts on his legs, and I was sad to see how faint they were. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said marks don’t tend to stay for very long.

See, that's sad.

See, that’s sad.

So next time I’ll have to beat him way harder. But he did say something that surprised me.

We were talking about the party, and what he thought about it.

Sadists are fun

Sadists are fun

And I was curious, I wanted to know more about his thought process after the session ended.

Color me impressed.

Color me impressed.

So minutes after we were toeing his limit, that was where his head was. That’s what he was thinking about, what he was worried about.

I am seriously impressed.

So it was a fun evening. I can’t wait to do it again.  And on Wednesday, I’ll be heading over to his house to review all the pictures that the photographer took.  He hasn’t seen them yet, and is not hugely looking forward to seeing them (which makes me all the more excited to make him look through them with me).  I imagine quite a few will be posted here.

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