This story is part of Tagg After Dark, a sapphic erotica collection exclusively for readers 18+.
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We walked inside past a bar and a few tables full of sex toys for sale and chose two seats on the far side of the space. Relieved to no longer be driving, I was finally able to focus all my attention on how good my lover looked as we waited for the show to begin. The crowd started to trickle in and they all looked good too! There were so many gorgeous Black and brown people, queer couples in coordinating costumes, femmes in all forms wearing latex dresses and lacy lingerie. These were my people!
When I caught a glimpse of the cage and coffin across the room, my eyes continued to explore the space and noticed even more details that clued me in on what we were about to experience. There were suspension rigs, massage tables, spanking benches… this was going to be fun!
The show started with greetings from the hostesses. As it went on, they introduced each performer with an energy that had the audience ready for whatever was to come. I was pleasantly surprised to see some of my favorite burlesque dancers on the lineup along with a pole artist and a fire performer.
Between performances, there were all sorts of interactive games and demonstrations. Somehow my lover and I both ended up on stage for the best dressed contest. Everyone in attendance got to see how fine we both were that night.
When the afterparty started and the crowd dispersed, my lover and I went right for the spanking bench I had pointed out during my visual scan of the space. They pulled it out of the corner where it had been tucked away during the show and instructed me to mount it. I climbed on and awaited further instruction. They slid my skirt up around my waist and saw that I had a surprise for them — I wasn’t wearing any panties.
“For me?” I could hear the smile in their voice.
“Just for you.” I knew they would love their surprise.
There I was with my ass in the air, not knowing what was coming next but ready for any and everything.
What came next was a sting unlike I had ever felt before. They slapped my ass so goddamn hard! After all the buildup of the night, I was grateful for the relief that came with the sensation. They had a way of knowing exactly what I needed in any given moment. And in that moment, well, they knew.
Unbeknownst to me, onlookers began to gather while my lover continued spanking me. And the circle grew as our scene escalated. They went from hard slaps to gentle caresses as the redness of their handprints developed on my ass and thighs. Broad strokes turned to more targeted touch as they started to play with my pussy. I felt their hips close behind me as they inserted one finger, then two. Then it felt so good I lost count.
The room could have been spinning and I wouldn’t have known. I was so focused on the feeling of my lover inside me. And I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was ready to explode. Stroke after stroke, moan after moan. They knew I was about to cum and they were working hard to get it out of me.
They leaned close to my ear and, in the lowest register their voice could reach, whispered, “Cum for me.” And I did just that. I screamed as I squirted all over the front of their shorts and down their thighs. “Good girl,” they whispered with pride as I attempted to catch my breath. As my breathing slowed, I noticed an audible round of applause and opened my eyes to the circle of spectators.
Completely oblivious until then, it was an extra special reward to know that my lover had been showing me off the entire time.
After we finished, and boy was it a strong finish, my lover wanted to take me somewhere more private for some aftercare. They helped me get down from the spanking bench and guided me over to the lounge area, which is partitioned off from the rest of the space. We sat on an overstuffed sectional and they held me and asked how I was feeling. And I felt GOOD!
My lover and I both enjoyed ourselves immensely that night. We connected in a way we hadn’t before. Going to that party opened up new doors in our dynamic. We’re longer involved, but memories of that night, among many of our other sessions, have a permanent home in my spank bank.
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Whew, that was HOT! 🔥
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