As I sat in the airport lounge, sipping on my Kir Royale and reading the newspaper, my mind drifted off into the most pleasant daydream about what this most decadent weekend had in store for me.
Without a doubt, bitch-boy had arranged the business class flight to Amsterdam where I would meet him. I had allowed him to accompany me to Berlin. As a good boy he did not disappoint…we went by train, 1st class on the ICE to Berlin.
I had bitch-boy act as my tour guide as we discovered the city by day. Naturally, he treated me to the finest foods, cocktails and shopping. I even gave the little pig the privilege of buying me a beautiful and elegant lacy body from Wolford to wear to the first night’s events.
The most amusing little game bitch-boy and I played, was to look at the other hotel guests at dinner and to guess which couples/groups would be attending the GFB events…even in “vanilla” clothing some were rather obvious to spot…I could not help wondering if people could guess the same about me? Did my studded 6 inch heels give me away!?!
The first evening consisted of 2 main events; the Play Party and the Pre-Party. After a sumptuous dinner in the hotel, I prepared for the evening! As I applied my makeup, slipped into my lace body, stepped into my leather pencil skirt and had bitch-boy fasten my corset, I could feel the excitement and anticipation bubbling up within me. Bitch-boy then knelt before me and placed my heels upon my feet and kissed them admiringly. Seeing this strong man, submit himself to me willingly and lovingly, fills me with deep joy and I could feel pulsating between my legs as I grew even more excited. My little pig had also dressed up for this grand occasion…he was wearing the most gay mesh shirt, black latex shorts, black studded shoes and of course his leather collar for me to attach his leash to.
I attached the leash to bitch-boy and walked him on his lead behind me through the corridors, down the lift and into the hotel lobby…we waited outside the hotel for a taxi. I could see bitch-boy was nervous being out so publicly.
As we entered the BDSM club, it was dimly lit with low-toned music pulsating through the room. As I looked around I could see fellow dommes and male doms sat at cocktail table with their subs at their feet or restrained in some manner. I led bitch-boy to a leather bed where he knelt beside me on the hard, cold, stone floor. Around us there were Mistresses teasing their slaves with an array of tools. My mood struck me as playful, so I placed bitch-boy in a hanging bird-cage. I locked him in there and grabbed his nipples. I pulled on them so hard that it pulled the entire bird-cage towards me and then I pushed him back to cause the cage to swing violently. It was a most wonderful source of entertainment…hearing bitch-boy scream above the music caught the attention of all those around us and they continued to watch me play with him. I whipped poor bitch-boy, pulled ever harder on his nipples and then, to humiliate him that little bit more, I put bright red lipstick on him.
I then walked the poor wretch to the bar. He was made to crawl on his hands and knees behind me. I sat at the bar with bitch-boy at my feet. In order to pay for my drinks, I made him hold the very whip I had used moments beforehand to punish him with his teeth. By this point, I could see bitch-boy was tired, hot and ever so thirsty, so I gave him the relief of spitting mouthfuls of my drink directly into his mouth. In this moment, bitch-boy collapsed at my feet and in gratitude removed my shoes and began giving my tired feet the most blissful foot massage!!! I was transported to heaven and became completely unaware of the transvestites masturbating each other, or the female sub being tortured my her male dom and Mistress, or even the slave tied to planks and being whipped furiously by his Mistress. I believe I was closer to orgasm than the Mistress with the 2 male subs desperately trying to please her orally.
Bitch-boy and I never did make it to the Pre-Party…I was inspired by this point and I ordered him back to the hotel for a private session!
THE GERMAN FETISH BALL
The main event of the entire weekend had arrived! I could not wait to slide into my latex outfit and to party all night long with bitch-boy chained to me.
Latex always arouses me! It is the combination of the smell, the tightness and the feel of it against my skin. Latex hugs intimately all of my womanly curves and makes me feel stronger and more powerful over my little pig!
The Ball was a feast for the eyes. It’s a liberating experience to bring my indoor personality outdoors and so publicly. It is the most wonderful experience being surrounded by like-minded people and to not have to feel the threat of judgment.
This night we danced, we laughed, we had fun…
Then I took bitch-boy back to the hotel where he could attend to all my womanly needs
See you next year my fellow Kinksters! Berlin, you were Fantastic!