Kinky Night at the Dungeon
I didn’t know you could do ‘that’ with chopsticks
“Tonight, I will excite your mind so much that you will want to try this trick for yourselves.”
Nick produced a slender maroon velvet pouch from his toy bag.
“Watch and behold miracles.”
Nick led Mary to the stage on which was a full-sized massage table. Mary took off the lovely red lingerie and garter belt and matching wrap until she was completely naked.
It was Nick and Mary’s turn to host opening ceremonies for our monthly gathering at the dungeon.
Mistress Deanna and her husband Jim had bought a three-story Victorian house in a suburban neighborhood and quietly converted it into a dungeon. She used it to see her clients. Once a month, for a small fee, she opened the dungeon to close friends and select couples. They also ran a leather and costume store with apparel for exotic dancers. They used left over and broken mannequins from the store around the dungeon to model leather apparel, ball gags, Shibari ties, and had them engaged in all manner of sexual antics.
The fees helped pay for fruit and cheese plates, wine, and other assorted appetizers, along with full access to the dungeon with the best BDSM furniture on the market. It felt weird to pay for friendship with a successful working Dominatrix and her guests, but she was in business and that’s what we all were, friends.
Nick and Mary were regulars, a shy, older, well-dressed married couple with a large toy bag filled with kinky gear. Once she got her clothes off, Mary was a kinky minx. We gathered around the massage table and poked and prodded Mary according to Nick’s instructions. Nick pinched Mary’s nipples until she winced and we felt her relax under our hands. We could almost feel her grow wet under our fingers. This was her kind of foreplay, being the object of desire for many strange hands.
“Now take your seats and watch and be amazed by the lovely and talented Mary.”
Once seated, Nick held up the maroon pouch once again and withdraw a large handful of chopsticks. They were highly polished and dark wood, the same size as regular chopsticks. He had to use two hands to hold the large bundle.
Nobody really knew what was going to happen. I had seen chopsticks and small rubber bands used as nipple clamps. And one month at the dungeon, we had seen Nick play with Mary’s nipples and provide no other stimulation until she had a trembling orgasm. But this night, Nick took things to a more extreme level.
“First we’ll start with about 20 chopsticks.” He jogged them together, positioned them, and slid them slowly into her vagina. About an inch of the chopsticks protruded outside of her.
Nick checked in with Mary. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. Then he pinched her nipple again hard. She squirmed and moaned a little. The chopsticks jostled in her wet pussy. He put a blindfold on her and went back to his post near her thighs.
“Now the fun begins,” he told us. He took a stopwatch from his pocket.
He maneuvered 10 more chopsticks between the others so that they slid smoothly in the middle of them all. The circumference increased noticeably. We saw Mary’s breathing quicken as she writhed under Nick’s steady hand.
Nick started the stopwatch and after a minute, he slid 10 more chopsticks inside of her. He clicked the stopwatch again and waited.
“We’ve learned to taper off the further along we go.”
We thought he was done, she seemed so full. Her legs and body were writhing on the table and soft moans escaped from her red lips.
After a minute more, Nick counted and slid five chopsticks into the center of the bundle. Mary’s moans turned to audible whimpers.
Nick clicked the stopwatch again. He walked to the wall about 15 feet from the end of the massage table. On the wall he taped a bullseye. We all chuckled at that. He just smiled and returned to the squirming Mary.
He slid five more chopsticks inside her wet, pulsating pussy. But this time he met resistance. The bundle was moving around now to the beat of her trembling body. The circumference of the chopsticks was larger than the barrel of a baseball bat.
Nick held up a single chopstick and surveyed the situation. He ran the tip of it down her body, drawing circles around her nipples and then down her quivering belly to her trimmed bush, lightly over the folds of her vulva to the bundle of sticks. He ran the chopsticks around the outside of the bundle like you might run a stick along a picket fence, vibrating her from the inside.
Mary moaned loudly then and adjusted her body, breathing in deeply.
Then all at once Nick push a single chopstick into the middle of the bunch, and then a second and a third with such swiftness.
We grew silent. There was no way she could take anymore, we thought.
Nick slid in a single chopstick then began fucking the bundle with it, pumping it in and out. He finally tucked it completely into the middle and took his hand and lightly tapped them to even up the ends that were sticking out.
Mary was panting now. We sat transfixed watching the large pulsing bundle of chopsticks inside her pussy.
Nick pushed another chopstick in very slowly, followed by another quick insertion. He only had a few chopsticks remaining in his hand.
He tried to get two in at once but they were far too tight for that now. Somebody made nervous jokes about splinters and starting a fire by rubbing sticks together.
Nick found an opening. With great deliberation and a hand on her abdomen, he pushed the chopstick in slow and steadily.
Mary arched her back and we heard her orgasm before we saw it. Then all a sudden it was as if her whole body convulsed at once.
Her pussy shot the chopsticks out like arrows, striking the bullseye on the wall and falling to the floor.
We all gasped audibly and found ourselves clapping.
Nick fingered Mary’s clit and leaned over to remove the blindfold, shielding her eyes from the light, kissing her lightly.
She turned her head to look at all of us and then shyly turned away, covering her eyes and laughing to herself.
Just another kinky orgasm to kick off a night at the dungeon. Nick was right. We were intrigued. The next morning, we ordered our own bundle of chopsticks.
Mister Vinnie is a cismale, sex-positive, pansexual, polyamorish, Dominant leatherman with 28 years experience in the leather community. He edits the sex blog, EDGEPLAY.
