Having read it back, not sure if it's really a fantasy/story. It could be read as a detailed description for a play scenario.It concerns being paraded...and used at a party, just a ‘play toy’ to be taken advantage of. I suspect this is not an uncommon fantasy.=====In my mind, I am dressed in a corset, breast forms, bra, suspender belt and stockings. Heels would be locked on – not that I would be in a position to remove them.It would be up to my Dom(me) to determine if I was allowed to wear. It was kind of scuzzy and whatever but i sat down and waited and waited. I got bored so i played with my cock and thought about doing it in a strange place. I almost decided to walk out because noone came in but then i heard the door open and got all excited and got ready. I knocked like they do on the pornos and laughed to myself and almost out loud,i was worried the guy heard me laugh. I waited a bit longer and saw some action so i poked my fingers in and taunted him. So then all a sudden a. It was obvious they were getting their cocks sucked by someone kneeling between them in the dark room. I grinned as I watched, wondering if I dared join them, and whispered to Amanda, 'Come see what's going on in your guest bedroom!' She peeked in and looked lustful for a few moments, and then suddenly she tried to pull me away from the door and down the hall.'What are you doing?' I said, shrugging her off.'Uh ... come on, Andy, we need to give them some privacy.'I was grumpy about missing the. I had never before experienced a Dominant/submissive relationship that developed as quickly. Sara – my new sub – and I just seemed to click, right from the moment we met. Both of us found the relationship remarkable, sexy as hell, and entirely fulfilling. We both seemed to enjoy the same BDSM things – from opposite sides.The reason we were a day late in getting on the trail was that I wasted the first afternoon – if “wasted” is the right word – getting to know Sara, and bringing her to the.