Thursday, February 3, 2011


Upon arriving at the Venus in Furs party i was led to the dungeon room and instructed to disrobe.  In lieu of the polo and tan pants that i had donned throughout the day, i was reduced to a rather skimpy under garment that consisted of just enough threading to cover my front while leaving my rear exposed.  To complete my transformation, i was fitted with a dog mask (that covered my mouth/chin/ears and left the remainder of my face exposed) and collar.  Reduced to this humbling attire, i was directed to climb into an oversized bird cage, which would serve to confine me until one of the Ladies in attendance decided otherwise.  Once securely shut in, Mistress Devlynn retreated to the main corridor where more and more guests were steadily arriving.

Left in this state of imprisonment, i have little option but to take in the scenery before me.  Though i have been fortunate enough to have been in the dungeon before, the sheer volume of d/s related toys and devices never fails to astonish me; it is truly a collection unlike any i have ever seen.  There are floggers and paddles neatly arrayed on the wall to my right, while across the way rests a bevy of instruments the likes of which i can only imagine as to the purpose of.  It is awe inspiring and terrifying at once.

While im exercising my visual senses in this way, Mistress Devlynn intermittently enters and exits the room in continued preparation for her guests.  That i'm set aside in a cage at this time yields a surprising benefit as it affords me the chance to take in her beauty.  This is not an opportunity i take for granted, as typically in my interaction with her im far too deferential to her authority than to look at her directly- to do so strikes me as a privilege of which im genuinely unworthy.  In this moment though i seize upon the opportunity to steal some brief glances.  

By the time that the last of the guests have arrived the lighting in the room has been replaced by candles, and the door has closed.  I can hear the sounds of enjoyment being had only a stones throw away, but i must sit idly in the cage as i await whatever fate may be in store for me.  After some time elapses, the room door opens, and in come a number of the Ladies.  There is a good number of them here tonight, and it is hard not to be taken by their collective beauty.  From what i gather from the conversation that is taking place, Mistress Devlynn has prepared some latex outfits- gloves, tops, bottoms- for the women to try on, and they have come to this location to do it.  

Its necessary of course to mention that Mistress Devlynn fulfills the role of hostess as perfectly as one of these Ladie's hands does a latex glove.  Naturally the characteristics that promote one to be a domme (i.e. confidence and willingness to be at the center of attention) serve her well in this regard, but even amongst other dommes she is like a queen bee; completely essential in that everything functions through her.  

And of course, that is not the only manner in which she stands out.  Even amidst this collection of beautiful young dommes, it is hard not to be drawn in by her resplendent appearance.  Her natural beauty is maximally enhanced by her stylish garb, and Her voice is like that of a singer... yet she speaks with a calculated precision that befuddles her age.  In short, she exudes elegance.  

As the Ladies transition out of their existing clothes and into the latex wear, im forced into a bit of an ethical dilemma.  My natural desire to gaze unnecessarily upon some of the women's more exciting body parts aside, i of course realize that to do so of course would be completely inappropriate and a potential violation of trust that.  thus, i dutifully bow my head, only looking up only when the commentary within the room suggests beyond a doubt that its safe to see the finished product of one of the Ladies modeling the latex.  

Just as i begin to feel good about my exercise in self-discipline, i catch an inadvertent glance of the lovely Miss Arielle standing not far from me in only bra/panties.  As the topic of conversation turns to her rather voluptuous ass, my meager attempts not to look are washed away under the somewhat convenient justification that her comfortability with the topic is de facto consent.  

After the latex exhibition has concluded, the room empties as the party carries over into another area, leaving me to sit in solitude and wonder as to whether any direct interaction will come my way.  Sure enough, it indeed did, as not long thereafter two of the Ladies reemerged and proceeded over to my cage....