What a swell party it was..

The Validations part of RHP often makes for interesting reading. Often many of the validations are quite similar, just really a confirmation that the person n the other side of the username is actually a real person and is who they have claimed to be in their descriptions etc. Something that I always am interested in is when the same people who have entertained my wife's (Blondie_xHotwife) desires appear as the recipient of another woman's validation.. sometimes there are quite a few who seem to have been shared among my wife and some other sultry minxes.. sometimes those women begin to entrance me as I winder how their interplay of desires would have echoed my wicked wife's lustful adventures.. and then sometimes the connection points are so similar that all of a sudden you find yourself organising the initiation of another goddess into a very interesting world indeed... and so it came to be that the very sensual Safada became intertwined in the machinations of my mind.. what follows is as a true an account as I can recall...

"Just to recap. I'll arrive by 4:30pm. Dressed casually as you'll strip me anyway. I'll take a blindfold, ball gag (I hope to purchase this tonight, I haven't had time) lingerie and whatever I want to wear for group play" sent at 8:02am on the 22nd of January.. such calm confidence from a woman that I'd never met before sent the morning before such a swell party indeed.. at about 4:40m pm on the following afternoon I went downstairs to meet Safada at the gate to the apartment complex.. initially I missed her, somehow I didn't realise she was a bit taller than expected and far more confident than many of her messages had lead me to believe, however there she was.. long dark hair, simple work clothes of a skirt and top, how could anyone guess what was about to happen.. my mind started to race.

I opened the door to the apartment and there stood my goddess, my wife, my muse.. beautifully presented in her fishnet half body suit and gold leather collar and connected waist band, matching gold leather wrist cuffs make an incredible look veers more practical, blonde hair pulled back and her body so perfectly exposed.. Safada and Blondie_x instantly fell into a warm embrace, gosh my wife is so warm and welcoming.. anyway, some quick greetings were followed by a brief viewing of some of the items that Safada had been sent pictures of but now they were in front of her, real, able to be felt.. her heart started to race.

Blondie_x is often totally enchanting in a fun and polite manner, her soft London accent just melts away any insecurities that our guests have.. Safada ran her eyes eagerly across all of these wicked implements.. crops, canes, steel dildos, a silicon whip and of course she couldn't help but slowly and cautiously place her hand on the chilling reality of welded steel that is such a challenging form and so oddly inappropriately dressed across a dining table... the chains. I presented her with her very own chain belt.. Blondie_x is ever watchful and very aware of the emotions felt in those moments, she quickly and willingly bent over and held on to a chair, I moved very close to Safada, she could feel the warmth of my body next to hers, my breathing slowed as I held her hand, my words sank into a deep slow rhythm.. I placed the Viper's tail silicon whip into her hand. This item is sheer terror to Blondie_x, it stings like nothing else, it moves in a serpentine way but whilst fluid in progression there is a firmness that is what produces those stinging painful bites.. in Safada's grip it was slowly traced upon Blondie_x's exposed skin.. her body rippled with emotions, fear coursed through her, the nervous giggle was twisted in exhale by the contortions of her mind's creation... the whisper soft touch would have been nothing other than the lightest of feeling yet that is the magic of the psychological side of BDSM, sometimes nothing is the home of total gripping fear.. Safada's breath just hung in that moment of silence, not hanging from fear but palpable rushes of excitement! This was what she had dreamed to become real. Not the savagery of rough sex hidden behind a mask of misogyny but rather that moment of descent int your own abyss, to have her hand held in those footsteps, to feel safe to let go, to feel what can't be felt..

Safada and Blondie_x disappeared and re-emerged with excited smiles. Safada was naked save for a black leather collar and matching cuffs. That drift of dark hair fell across her face.. she stepped forward, an awkwardness about being naked in front of people she had known for all of 10 minutes. I held her softly but close to me, I asked her for her consent and for her to once again explain her limits and desires. I spoke these words back to her as confirmation, I held her, I gazed into her, her eyes met mine and her body started to relax, a slow soft and intentional kiss greeted her lips from mine.. the rush of excitement echoed through her veins.. my delicious Blonde muse looked on like the happiest of kids on Christmas morning.. Safada accepted the darkness that a blindfold offers. Her movements now froze slightly as she heard the song that has no melody, no words and no heart.. that song that is quietly sung by the interlocking links of the chains that would bind her to that oak table.. I told her of this tune, that it can't be unheard and though softly sung it will seep into the darkness that the blindfold had brought. Now was the descent into Safada's own fear. Now that cold bite of clamped steel, that cold unyielding embrace held her thoughts open for emotion to rush through. The are those moments that time releases.. its only you. It's a moment that can only ever be hers. Her beautiful body, sun-kissed mediterranean skin, sensual feminine curves.. this bound goddess started to feel a new energy within her.. the lightest reminder that I was there, the impossibly light fall of my fingertip tracing slowly against this beautiful woman electrified her.. her body could not restrain those thoughts of lust, her breathing was almost predatory.. although sight was now redundant, movement effectively held by steel, feet secured in a spreader bar, through all of this her goddess emerged.. a sexual Minerva was alive and enchained.. this goddess of the moon and the Hunt was breathing like a predator.. she was now hunting lust and desire.. her transcendence was remarkable.. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the reality of possibility.. the reality that in an instant best laid plans would need to pivot FAST... seconds became minutes and evaporated into almost an hour of delicious excitement.. Safada had this driven relish for lust.. I had made it clear that I would not exceed an established limit for impact play, the wild that leapt from her voice demanded a firmness that I could not surrender to. With everything I had I held back this siren call and did what I'm sure Odysseus would have done in the same situation.. Chain the blonde goddess to the brunette siren! With a firm hand I brought these 2 raging torrents of sexuality together.. the giggles of my wife were somewhat uncertain as I now chained her to Safada's bent over body. Blondie_x's darkness took her sight as the blindfold was applied.. Blondie had a good idea of what may happen next.. Each item was dragged or draped across the table and with each item came the same question to Safada.. "What is this that I have in my hand?" each wring answer resulted in Safada feeling the impact of that item, hearing the sound of that impact, the sounds of whelps of those stinging strikes were heard by Safada's ears... but those strikes, those impacts, those sounds of the stinging impact.. they all fell on the blonde woman chained to her.. This sexual lust almost bordering on rage pursed through Safada's smile.. her intoxication of erotic desire was incredible to be so near... in the midst of orgasm and blindfolded thoughts reality surged back into our lives... the door bell rang. The next phase of Safada's initiation was literally ringing in our ears....

Bound, blindfolded, chained to another woman, covered in oil (a spray can of coconut oil is a wonderful piece of BDSM kit) and dripping with orgasmic juices.. all of a sudden a new energy entered the room in silence.. Blondie was unchained and greeted this naked masculine form with her wonderful lighthearted grace and oddly polite sense of humour.. our guest was very pleased with the room that he had just entered.. his only instruction was silence. So much is made of pain or screams or all sorts of misunderstanding of Bondage, so little is grasped that silence is where the true form of the psychological side resides.. so in blackened silence, in a room filled with afternoon sunlight stood a naked man, a barely covered blonde goddess and a chained brunette Lilith.. the eroticism and casual elegance was incredible.. Blondie had a vibrating strap on stuck in Safada, lost from her hand before she could wear it properly.. on her knees and with a very hard penis in her mouth.. when what should happen next.. the door rings again?! A second masculine energy enters in silence.. Blondie now has 2 men naked upon her.. as she is such a good hostess she enquired as to whether Safada could now be released to enjoy these naked gentlemen.. as I removed the chains from Safada she realised that a hand was free, that predatory Minerva grabbed my own manhood and inhaled it like oxygen.. I had a pretty good idea what was about to happen to these fine fellows.. when all of a sudden.. another interruption from that door bell.. soon 3 naked masculine forms silently were wrapping themselves into a seductive entwining of lust with the blindfolded but erotically alight goddesses.. twice more that door bell would ring.. 5 adoring worshippers of feminine sexual energy and power were fully entranced by the sensual and lustful spells of their deities.. what a swell party it was..