My weekend started on the Friday evening, when I went out with some friends to a fetish night in London. I was wearing my current favourite outfit, a ...ute little red tartan hellbunny dress with a full black petticoat, brand new shoes and full stockings and suspenders, that were fully visible with each dancefloor flick of my dress... It was a night spent mainly on the dancefloor, dancing with the girls and flirting with the guys... being a 'mixed' fetish crowd, some 'read' me straight away.... Your grunts, moans and yelps stimulating me even more- I love hearing my slut boy get fucked. I reach around you and wrap my fingers around your rock hard, leaking cock. "Oh fuck!" You yelp, "Thank you mistress." My hand around your cock is insistent; it's not a light touch, it’s a firm grip, slightly painful, and it makes you pant and moan even louder than before. My pace increases as more and more pleasure washes over me. I let go of your hair and land a reverberating smack on your already. To bringout his essence. I believe I've done that."I begin sobbing into my wife's stomach while tender hands cradle andcaress my head and back.After I have settled down she pulls me to my feet and places her hands onmy waist, forcing my hands to rest upon her shoulders. The look in hereyes so different today, a predator looking at her prey. Her lips softlytouch mine as she gives me a gentle kiss. I quickly become breathless asshe stares into my eyes, her head slowly approaching mine for. ” Of course we were interested and walked through some curtains to the “other room.” The room was full of couples sitting in booths and surrounding a small stage on which were a chair and a table, spotlighted by several overhead lights. I looked around as my eyes adjusted in the dark and there were old, young and in-between ages of couples all looking toward the stage. A man walked out on the stage saying “Ladies and Gentlemen. You are about to witness a show of lust, human lust, animal.