The Red Room: Kitten Made Me Wet….Before the King Made Me Scream
- Jul 28
- 6 min read
Updated: Aug 16
I walked in curious...left with a red ass, soaked thighs, and a kitten I still can’t stop thinking about. The Red Room owes me nothing. It was all that and more!
Come see why I moaned in front of strangers.
So I'd be lying if I say I've never fantasized about being tied up, blindfolded, spanked and pleasured. It had been a fantasy of mine ever since I can remember. It’s a core part of me—just like when I was fourteen and knew, without a doubt, that I would one day be a cock sucker. I even read all three books in the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy just to satisfy my cravings. But I never had the opportunity to fulfill this fantasy until...
I received a quiet little text one evening inviting me to The Red Room experience. I was so happy I could cum just from the sheer excitement and the possibilities that lay ahead. I did my research that night and found out that guests can participate in scenes if selected, and instantly I knew I wanted to be selected.
Fast forward to the day of the event. I woke up aroused and excited for the night. I was so turned on all day that my pussy had its own heartbeat, pulsating to the rhythm of my Red Room thoughts. Not knowing what to expect only heightened both my excitement and desire. I wanted to see the tools of pleasurable pain and the equipment used to bring about the perfect positions and angles. I wanted to see people in bondage, being fucked and pleasured and punished. I wanted to see it, and more…I wanted to personally experience it.
As I got dressed that night, I got a text from the one who owns my pleasures: “Don’t wear any panties.” I felt like my mind was being read because I was already planning on going without…because, well…easier access to whatever my owner would desire of me. I could hardly wait to reach The Red Room.
As I entered the space, I felt empowered by the ambiance of the décor and lighting. The room was lit with soft red LEDs, party smoke filled the air, and the music? That sensual, hypnotic, slow beat you find in Red Room playlists on YouTube. Did I tell you I love that kinda stuff? No? Well, let me tell you—I fuckin love it! The Red Room had me feeling high, like I was on drugs or something. I was so turned on I couldn’t talk; I just stood there drinking my wine, my face flushed with excitement and anticipation. The room was a character all by itself and emitted an intoxicating vibe...I was ready for the night to unfold.
I scanned the room and saw a few other female guests, but I wasn’t intrigued…yet.
As I toured the different sections, I was instantly fascinated by the room with mirrors. I imagined being bent over and fucked in front of one, lights bouncing off us. I wanted to see the look on the face of the man as he fucked me, especially the face he’d make when I squeezed him with my pussy muscles.
Then I saw her. She wasn’t a guest, that much I could tell. She moved like she belonged there. She must have been one of the admins mentioned in the rule book. And there was something special about her…playful, sexy, full of life. I’m not usually drawn to playful women, but she had me intrigued. Even her outfit turned me on. I couldn't take my eyes off her. My eyes followed her everywhere she went. She was probably wondering, “Why the fuck is that woman watching me like that?!”… but then again…I'm sure she's used to all that attention lol. She was making me wet by just being who she is. I could just eat her up. 😈
Then came the King of The Red Room. When he walked in, dominance oozed from his presence. His aura? Palpable. He introduced his team. Ahhh… she was his Kitten. Of course she was! His Queen radiated charm, power, and the kind of sexiness that wore lace, leather, and velvet like a second skin. I saw why she was queen. The other ladies—his sub and his pet—were lovely, but his Queen and his Kitten? They were the ones I couldn’t stop watching.
There was a demo on the St. Andrew’s Cross, though I was left a little disappointed when they didn't turn it upside down (I mean, come on, it’s not called the St. Andrew’s Cross for nothing lol). Then came the electric play. King demonstrated and explained how it felt. But I was compelled by desire and fascination to ask, “Does it feel like getting a tattoo?”
He asked if he could touch me so I could feel it. I gave consent, and he did. It felt like pleasant tickles down my legs and I loved the sound the electricity made as it kissed my skin—yes that same sound 😏. Maybe he didn’t like how much I was enjoying it because he increased the strength. It then felt like a mosquito bite, slightly uncomfortable, but quite bearable. I was amused by the dramatic screams of some of the other women as he continued the demonstration. I lived for it lol.
Then came the big moment of the night—the sacrificial lamb on the “bench of corrections.” She got on all fours. King spanked her like a naughty little girl. And my people, she was loving it. I could just tell she was enjoying it and lost in her own little world. I mean, she could’ve used her safe word, but she didn’t, instead she kept begging for more. Every slap echoed deliciously, and I was torn between watching her ass and her face. Her pleasure was written all over her expression and I feed off shit like that.
Then Queen showed us the toys because “tools” sounds too clinical lol. She asked if I wanted to feel one. Of course I said yes. I expected a quick demo like the couple next to me got. But oh no…I became the next spectacle. The next show. And if I said I wasn’t excited, I’d be lying.
I got on the bench of corrections, lifted my dress, and offered myself to pleasure and pain. The first slap sent shivers through me and instantly soaked my already wet pussy. Then another. And another. I bit my lip. Then came the electric flogger; it wasn’t as painful as expected…at first. It felt like being bitten by a swarm of ants across my skin…until King increased the intensity and it started to feel like I was inside a bee hive then thrown into a hive of wasps. The sensations blended deliciously—paddles, canes, floggers—everywhere: back, ass, legs, thighs, even my feet. I was being pleasured and punished from all sides, and I moaned, screamed, and laughed between waves of sensation.
Then King leaned in, looked me in the eye, and asked if I remembered my words. I repeated them. “Good girl,” he said. “Now say, ‘Thank you, Sir,’” he commanded. I melted. “Thank you….Sir!” I managed to say between moans.
He had a man in front of me hold my hands while the rest continued. The man eventually handed my hands to a woman, another guest (maybe I was squeezing his hands too tight, maybe he was being shocked…idk lol). The woman and I locked eyes as the sensations increased. Then came the vibrator on my clit. My mind was wrecked. My body overwhelmed. I was being pleasured and punished in front of a crowd with every toy/tool imaginable. I was staring in the eyes of another woman, being watched by the house, being held, restrained—and the one who owns my pleasures was watching, too. I couldn't bear any more of the intensity…
…I had to cum.
And that I did with a groan.
“Did the King tell you that you could cum?!!” someone shouted at me.
In my mind I thought: Bitch please! My person gave me permission to cum. But out loud I said, “I wasn’t told I wasn’t allowed to cum, so I did.”
King admitted he hadn’t told me the rule, and I was released. Thank God—I would’ve had to use the safe word because I was about to break on that table of corrections 😅.
After cleaning up myself in the restroom and rejoining the house, I was greeted by none other than the Kitten I had been eyeing all night and who I wanted to feel against my body. You can't begin to imagine my pleasure as she hugged me. I could have kissed her right then and there, but…rules and I like that because rules keep everyone safe and happy 😊.
It was a 9/10 experience. I say 9 because I didn’t really see any bondage, and that my dear people , is where my kink lies. But all in all? Incredible! Would recommend.
Can’t stop thinking about that Kitten though…😈😁😋
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