Kink Party (AKA how I got busted by five different people in one night)

[bbandstuff]

There’s some backstory here, so I’ll toss an asterisk prior to the “fun stuff”. Feel free to skip to that if you don’t want to know about how I discovered this kink party, and some of my thoughts leading up to it. I did meet a lot of cool people, have a lot of cool conversations, and see a lot of cool scenes, many involving masochists and sadists, that I’ve left out, just because it’d take me forever and a half to write EVERYTHING up.

A while ago, I met with someone from Fetlife who was interested in exploring new kinks. I introduced her to ballbusting, had her over, and showed her some of the different techniques that you can use. We started out sitting next to each other on the couch, doing punches. We then did some kicks while she was sitting on the couch, and then finally moved to using a bonger.

While she was able to dish out a fair amount of pain, she eventually decided that she didn’t love the ballbusting dynamic. But, she did suggest that I check out a monthly kink party called “Impact!”.

As the name suggests, Impact! is centered around kinks that have to do with impact play - such as ballbusting. I’m pretty open to trying new things at the moment, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I did some research, and found out that it was about $35 to get in, which isn’t terrible. The only issue was that they have a dress code: no street clothes, unless it’s sharp / all-black. And, if you go the sharp all-black route, you have to buy early, because they limit the amount of people that can attend in that attire.

I ended up going ahead with the all-black attire, because I’d never been to any parties or events on the scene - not even a munch. I thought about trying to find something kinky to wear, but that isn’t really me, to be honest. If I had to choose, I’d choose to be dressed up.

When I got there, I mentioned to the folks up front that this was my first time at a kink party. They handed me a list of rules, and highlighted the biggest rule: “no means no”. They then said to treat it as a normal bar - go up to people, talk to them, make friends. Except of course.. unlike a bar, if you have mutual interests with someone who wants to play with you, feel free to play with them. The rules and their demeanor gave me a sense of ease as I walked in, but I was definitely still nervous at this point.

Walking around the first floor, I saw a few couches, a bench that you can lay down on to be flogged, a couple St. Andrews crosses, a massage table, and a small bar where you could stash your liquor for service, or buy sodas. There were some lockers by the front; as people shuffled in, they changed into kink attire, and stored their belongings there.

On the second floor, there were more couches lining the sides of the room, a table where some fire-play was going on, a large cage, and a couple more St Andrews crosses. There were also a couple of other places where you could be tied up, just some bars and stuff.

There were a couple of sectioned off rooms on this floor. I only checked one of them out, but this one had a couple of beds, a couch, and a tripod-like structure that someone could be tied to.

As the party started, I introduced myself to a few people, and basically mingled with this group of people that started to play around with flogging. I passed on the flogging, but I’d definitely consider it in the future - it seemed kinda fun. I also introduced myself to a few people that were walking around independently, asked about their kinks, and talked about mine.

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One person that I met mentioned that she was interested in ballbusting for content, and mentioned that she’d like to test my limits later on.

Another person mentioned that she was into hurting people. She asked what I was into, and I said, “basically, being hurt. Specifically, my balls.” She perked up when I said that, and asked if she could try it out on me. I wasn’t expecting to actually get busting in this early, but I said sure! We walked to an Andrews cross, and she asked about limits, safewords, technique, etc. I stripped to my boxers, and she started kicking away. Softly at first, but with increasing strength. After a while of kicks, I started to get a bit weak, so I asked if we could switch to punches and squeezes. She got some solid punches in, and got really into the squeezes. After a while of this, I decided it was probably best to stop for the time being - I had a feeling there’d be a fair amount of busting I’d have to take over the course of the night.

I went downstairs, and was chatting with the person who wanted to test me for content, as well as another friend I’d made as I was mingling. At some point, the other friend went to get water, and the domme asked if I wanted to go ahead and take the kicks.

I stripped down again, and set up by another St. Andrews cross. Side note: I wish I’d brought some restraints to use with the crosses - I definitely will next time! But anyways - we get to the cross, I strip down, she takes her shoes off, and starts kicking me. Lightly at first, but then she gets into a rhythm of it. Eventually, I reach my limit, and she says she wants to end on a good one. But she warns me: if I flinch, I’d have to take it again. I relax myself, let the kick come in, and go down. It perfectly connected with my left nut.

At this point, I say that I can take punches if she wants to do that. She says yes, but tells me to put her shoes back on. I do, but kinda struggle with it - couldn’t figure out how they went on haha - but eventually, that’s done, we both stand up, and she starts punching me. This goes on for a while, until I reach my limit again. She ends it with a hard punch, and we part ways for a while.

After this one, I hung out with a couple of folks who were watching this kicking, and talked a bit about it. It was kinda fun, because they seemed pretty excited for me, and seemed to have actually enjoyed watching the carnage.

I went upstairs, met someone who mentioned that she was into CBT, and I told her that she should seek me out if she wanted to try anything that night.

Then, I went into the private room on the second floor, intending to just kinda watch what was going on. Here, I was greeted by the first domme that busted me, along with her partner. She asked if I was up for some more busting, and if her friend could join in. I’m not even going to write how I responded to that, because I think it’s just too obvious. Lol.

Ok, ok, I’ll tell you. I said “yeah, I’m up for that!” See? That was so obvious. So redundant. That’s a whole sentence worth of writing that I’ll never get back, and a whole sentence of reading that you’ll never get back. Anyways, back to the story.

I stripped down, and held onto the arms of the tripod. They kicked me a bunch, taking turns, but after a bit, I was like “hey, mind if I lay down on the bed? It might be fun to just do punches and squeezes that way.” They both seemed up for it, so we moved to the bed.

This is about when the intensity cranked up a few notches. It started out with some solid punches from the first domme. The second domme took a turn afterwards, but was punching really softly. I told her that she could go a lot harder on me if she wanted, and that I’d slow things down with safewords if I had to. She started giving me some solid punches, and I was definitely starting to struggle to take them.

The first domme mentioned that I was a bit of a brat, and I was like, “I totally am.” I turned to the second domme, and said, “you know, I said you could hit me hard.” The second domme gave me a look of “you’re gonna regret this”, and told the first domme to pin me down. She did, and then the second domme started a rampage of punches. I started to feel myself going faint, but eventually, the onslaught stopped. I was relieved - I was definitely starting to feel sore. The second domme went “don’t test me again. Actually.. no, you know what? I’m not done.” She started punching rapidly again, full out, for what felt like an eternity. For a while, they took turns, and kept punching and squeezing me, until I finally gave in, and tapped out.

They told me to let them know if I wanted to do another scene later, and I told them that I was up for it. I just wanted to recover for a bit. Shortly after that scene, the second floor was closed down, and everyone moved back to the first floor.

Once everyone was back on the first floor, I went back to the pair of dommes, and said I could take some more for them. We went over to the massage table, I stripped down yet again, and laid down on the table. Here, they took turns pinning me down, and punching / squeezing me. At one point, they both gave me a hand to hold as they tortured my balls.

I was really out of it, but there was a segment where a song was playing with these “ah”s at even intervals. They started to hit me in time with the music, so that I was effectively singing along with my screams. They eventually told me that I was singing along to the music a few times, and I finally caught on and chuckled a bit - before going right back to screaming. Another time, the first domme grabbed my hair and pulled my face up as she squeezed, telling me that she wanted to see my expressions, and wanted me to look at her. I did, and did my best to keep my eyes open through the pain.

After some time, they started flicking me, because I was definitely starting to reach my limit. I took this for a bit before finally ending the scene. I thanked them for playing with me for so long, and exchanged Fetlife accounts with them, as they headed out.

After this, I took some time to recover and mingle with some folks in the party, and just generally recover a bit. I had some fun conversations about what I’d taken. I also had a conversation with a man that seemed to have smoker breath, and that assumed I was up for playing with anyone there. He tapped my balls a couple times, but I was like “no thanks”. He then tried to get me to feel his cock ring, but I kinda swerved around the situation.

Finally, I saw a domme sitting on one of the couches with her feet on a sub. I went over and introduced myself, and she told me to sit next to her. I asked her what brought her to the party. “A friend of mine brought me here - I’m not really well versed in the world of kink.” She asked me what I was into, and I told her that I liked ballbusting. She asked me how it worked, and I basically said “well, it involves hitting me in the balls. Did you want to try it?” And she said sure.

I spread my legs a bit, and said that she could go ahead and punch down on them from the side. She started to do this, and slowly increased strength. She was asking if I was ok, and I said “how about this - we can use safewords, and if I need to slow you down, I will.” She was open to that, and I definitely felt the strength of the punches go up quite a bit. After a bit, she asked her friend if she also wanted to take a turn hitting my balls. Her friend came over, but there wasn’t any space on the couch, so I stood up to take them.

She punched me three times quickly, and then said, “is that ok? Sorry, I should’ve asked before the first one.” I was like “I really respect how conscious you are about limits, but yes, that’s fine :) Feel free to go for it until I safeword, yellow/red.” She noted that she had been a pro domme before, and that she was always careful about consent. She punched me for a bit, and then took a break from it to get her boots licked.

After she left, I sat back down, and the girl next to me asked if she could keep punching me. I said sure, and she continued to hit me. Eventually, I asked if she’d be open to trying squeezing. She was up for it, so I asked if it was ok for me to strip down to boxers for it, so that she could get a good grip (khakis generally don’t make for great squeezes, due to the tautness of the fabric in that area). She was up for it, I stripped down, and she started squeezing me. After some squeezes (which were plenty hard..), I told her that she could kinda mix and match the two techniques (punches and squeezes) as she wishes.

We kept at it for a while, until I finally reached my limit (she was hitting and squeezing realllly hard). I thanked her, dressed back up, and headed off to another couch, where I finally collapsed from all the pain, and spent some time just focusing on recovering.

Finally, I had a couple last discussions with people in the club, and headed out, as the event came to an end. I’ll definitely be back though!

Final note: I absolutely didn't proofread this and I'm sorry. It took a while to write, so I'm just going to post as is. I hope the story comes across ok!

[Erik Snowe]

Awesome!

[bbandstuff]

Thanks @Smoo! I'm actually gonna go back in October, I had so much fun. I also just feel like going to a kink event was good for me personally - being surrounded by people that have a similar mindset as you is really comforting, in a way that I didn't expect.

In terms of busting, my favorite part was probably when the two girls were busting me on the massage table. The girl at the end had a lot of fun exploring as well though, which was exciting for me.

Honestly though, my favorite part was talking to and meeting people in the kink community. People that, in my day to day life, I can make kink jokes with. It was fun talking about the scenes going on, and talking to people about how I just had my nuts destroyed, after having my nuts destroyed. I'm excited I finally discovered this stuff, and wish I had discovered it years ago

[Smoo]

That's really awesome!  Really cool to hear how that kinda thing goes.  Not something I've come close to experiencing.  Great that you did and hope youre able to go back again for more events!
That last gal seemed pretty cool too, but all around sounds like you had a good time and well worth the admission.
Any specific part that was your favorite?