A beautiful, naked woman didn’t fuck me last night and it was one of the best fetish nights I have ever had.

I had the opportunity to play with a sexy Twitterfriend at a party I sometimes go to, Fetish 4Play. We had been talking online for, best guess, over a year but had never met in meat space. We kept threatening to get together for coffee, drinks, dinner, whatever but we live over 100km apart and, well, it just never happened.

However, the planets aligned just right last night and she made the trek to the big city to meet little old me. And I just made is sound WAY easier than it actually was.

“S” is polyamorous, like myself, and kinky, also like myself. However, unlike myself, she has recently gone and got herself collared by her Master, “A” (Congrats again!). So before she could even commit to making the drive, she had to get his permission first. Then after agreeing to let her come, they had to negotiate what would and would not be permitted when she and I played. To THAT list, we then both added our personal boundaries and limits, creating a pretty clear picture of what to expect during the scene and more importantly, what WASN’T going to happen.

The biggest limits we agreed to were: no kissing, no fondling, no licking and NO SEX. And those limits totally changed the whole feeling of the date, the scene and my brain.

Up to this point, my playparters have been either romantic partners, lovers or both. This was the first time I was playing with a FRIEND. And a friend who would remain “just” a friend after I finished abusing her naked body and her, as she put it, “girlie bits”. 😀

And knowing that, it made the evening stress free, incredibly fun, a major tease and an experience I think everyone should have.

We talked, laughed, made fun of each other. She listened to me read my smut to a very small but appreciative audience. Then she got naked and we played for over an hour. And during that hour, we continued to talk, laugh and make fun of each other. She is a bit of a feisty, bratty bottom so I got to punish her a little extra for that, as she tried to bite and kick me. And when she had finally given up, I cut her down and we laid on a mattress, S still naked except for her boots. There was no snuggling, stroking, caressing or any of the other normal aftercare things I do, usually as a prelude to actual fucking. Instead we talked about growing up, our lives, our kids…vanilla stuff. No flirting, no dirty talk, no passion-tense silences. Just more talking, laughing and making fun of each other until we noticed the time.

The night ended walking to her car, a good night hug and a very platonic kiss on the cheek, from her to me. She drove away to meet her Master and, I hope, get fucked until she became a drooling, quivering mess.

On my way home, I thought about the night’s events and tried to analyze my feelings. I had a tinge of envy thinking of her going to meet her Man and tell him everything that had been done to her…I was horny, but that feeling is nothing new…but mostly, I was…happy? Content? Mellow? Maybe all of them together?

So why did knowing in advance that nothing sexual was going to happen make my normally fucked up brain/libido shift into neutral and allow me to really enjoy myself?