I got an invite to a fetish party on a boat in the canal of Brussels a few years back. It turned out a night to remember for an exhibitionist like me. Whenever I recall it I feel the urge to masturbate and I'm typing this with a hard-on.
The dress code was leather, BDSM and such and I went in tight leather pants, a black shirt and the tiniest of underpants that I could find in my drawer. I went out at midnight with trepidation: would they let me in? Would a fetish party be an event that I could blend in? Would my sexual desires, vague as they were, be fulfilled? Would there be public sex?
When I got to the boat I was relieved that I passed muster - they let me in! Though it was already past midnight, there weren't many people and most seemed to be groups of friends. Difficult to connect - am a bit shy and not part of the milieu!
I watched a guy doing a rather complicated bondage performance to a pretty red-haired girl who was in a kind of trance. It was fun to watch, but they were preoccupied with themselves. Same with another girl, in leather, gagged and moving about in a cage.
I went down a narrow stairway to a lower deck and got a drink at a bar. A few older folks in leather were chatting with each other and a guy walked in leading another like a dog on a leash, completely leather-clad with a collar.
I started to feel a bit out of place, but then the boat filled up around 2am with more "normal" people, sexily dressed and dancing started. I joined the dancing, and I loved it. But the leather pants were making me sweat. The exhibitionist in me decided to take the risk and take them off and hide them in a corner. I was a bit afraid that someone might steal them and I would have to go home in public transport just in underpants. But I took that risk as I was horny.
So I danced just in my tiny briefs. That felt exhilarating as the dance moves were both showing off my big package and exciting me.
A girl in sexy leather smiled at me and grabbed me by the balls drawing me to her. "I like your dancing and your hot outfit!" she said, squeezing my balls and hardening cock to almost pain-level. She visibly enjoyed dominating my manhood and her expert hands made my cock stiff all the while inflicting pain on my balls that tore into my underbelly. I loved it and said, “You’re so sexy! Love your grip!" People around us were dancing close to us, some watching, some engaging in similar play.
The girl squatted, she had sexy thighs and was just wearing black panties and stockings and a leather bra. She took my hard cock out of my bulging briefs and dug her nails into it. Pain and pleasure rushed through my yearning body the music and the crowd pulsating around us. Baring my cock in such a crowd was new and exciting.
She licked it, put it in her mouth, got up and said, “You”re sweet and tasty". She grabbed my cock and led me to the bar as if it was a handle. We took a drink, then she said, “see you later" and disappeared in the crowd. I was a bit confused, but excited by that first sexual encounter. I wondered whether more would happen.
I sat on a sofa and watched two gay men fucking right next to me with a few other people also enjoying the scene. I was stroking my cock exposing myself to onlookers, secretly hoping someone - really anyone - would grab it, suck it or fuck it.
It didn't happen, the sexual activities seemed to be limited to couples or people who knew each other. I was missing that dom-girl but couldn't see her. I went up one deck to look for her.
On the staircase I stopped as I saw another girl putting on a sexy show dancing and rubbing her naked breasts and pussy in definitely wet panties. I watched her with an uncontrollable erection in my briefs. She looked at my bulge and smiled encouragingly, though briefly, absorbed with her performance.