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I’m going to an Orgy party tonight.
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We're all disappointed, OP. :(
But really, congrats on the courage to go through with it… and hopefully you'll have better luck in the future.
Expectation....
...versus reality. Stay strong op, there's a glorious orgy of your dreams just around the corner. Don't let one bad experience put you off, just keep in mind the red flags for next time.
Are monetary donations a standard thing at orgies? It sounds a bit weird to me. I hope they include them on their tax filings.
Yes.
If you're going to a planned one, there's usually some money involved in one way or the other.
Yes, there is food (at least at the BDSM one I went to). Just finger foods, veggie trays, and stuff like that. I always helped my friends shop for and prep the food because they were the hosts. It is where I learned that a pickle spear wrapped in a ham slice with cream cheese is like, fucking amazing (an easy to make!). Anyone that came to the afterparty had to pay $20 per person to hang there for the night to pay for food & drinks.
Parking is a funny story. My friend's home was in a residential area. His house was kind of elevated on a hill. He had a huge back yard with a 10ft privacy fence all around, but the neighbors were literally on the other side of the fence. But because his home was oddly a bit higher than either of his neighbor's yards, no one could see into his back yard. It was the de facto place for people to kind of "warm up" prior to the party. Also, that was the only place people were allowed to smoke. Anyway, parking. When the party night arrived, people lined the residential street. Late comers might have to walk about a block. This leads into your clothing question because people were asked *NOT* to show up in full fetish gear and makeup. Instead, they showed up in street clothes and hauled luggage and huge crates from their vehicles to the house. It was hilarious. Women would have like, stilettos on and be pushing a wheeled wardrobe down the sidewalk. Afterall, everyone wants to bring all their favorite toys and show them off! Once inside, people changed into their fetish attire, whatever that may be. They usually changed back into street clothing before they left, but often they did not. I'm sure the neighbors had seen some weird shit.
People wore a lot of black and a lot of leather for sure. I was surprised at the amount of handmade stuff. It seemed like an extremely active subculture of craftsmen and artists where everyone had a specialty. That guy makes floggers. That guy makes single tail whips. She makes stainless steel, personalized collars. The morning after was always like a swap meet, with everyone exchanging goods. It was one of those interesting things that bonded the group together.
The house was divided as such:
Main floor had 2 bathrooms, a kitchen/dining room, a living room, and 4 huge bedrooms. People would just kind of gravitate where they wanted to be, like a normal party. Little clicks would form and like-minded people would chill and there was always good conversations like "How did you get your ballsack so smooth?" and "Check out these anal dilators I just got!". In that living room back in 2001 I saw a Sybian for the first time. A dude was selling them and let anyone try it out. I was down in the basement when, even over the throbbing techno music, you could hear that thing shaking the goddamn house. We go upstairs and sure enough, women are taking turns sitting on that bad boy and riding it to orgasm with a small crowd watching. True story, that is the first time I saw a woman squirt. She laid a towel over it beforehand and warned everyone. It is always interesting how in an intimate setting like that poeple are jovial and having a good time, but when things get hot everyone quiets right down and just watches the show. Hands go down pants, titties come out, it is really cool.
The basement was finished in full dungeon theme and was huge. It was dimly lit with actual candles. It had a bar in the back (also where the music was controlled), 2 Saint Andrew's crosses in the front, 3 spanking benches, and a queening chair. There was also a very large dog cage and a boat wench was rigged through ceiling that could do suspension play (which is fucking awesome btw). The length of the play area on both sides had hundreds of tools hanging on hooks. Dozens and dozens of different types of floggers, whips, canes, and other tools. If you're into it, that shit was amazing. Easily thousands and thousands of dollars of gear. The space was split evenly lengthwise down the middle by a wall and on the other side was a giant open shower area with 6 shower heads, a single shower stall, and a commercial grade toilet like you would see in a public building with no walls or privacy. It was right there in the open for everyone to see too. This entire bathroom area was very very popular lol. I saw a woman get her nipples and clit pierced back there.
There was one nice sized room back here that was built to be an "aftercare" room, which had been soundproofed and had a nice bed and a super comfy oversized couch and chairs with the ability to go completely blackout. After an intense "scene", people are in an altered state of mind and they need to be slowly brought back down to earth in a very safe and secure way. That's where they go.
But the front of the basement also acted as a stage. When people wanted to do a scene, they would just sign up. First come, first serve. When people were done, they usually took their sub to the aftercare room and others would just clean all the equipment up for the next people. I saw some fantastic and crazy shit on that stage. Hell, I did some fantastic and crazy shit on that stage. You had a great view from the bar of all the action. I could just sit there and people watch all night long. Anyway, often the stage would be set for very specific scenes, like school desks and a chalkboard so people could do school themed scenes together. There was a gloryhole set. Lots of stuff like that.
This one couple came in and, I don't know if they were performers or what, but they sure seemed like it. Dude would tie his sub up to the cross, start his music selection, then beat her for upwards of an hour with vegetables. Seriously. He dressed like a fucking chef and everything. He would rub her down with cooking oil. He would hit her ass with a wooden spoon and when she winced from a good smacking he would look at all of us and give a chef's kiss lol. He even had a custom black leather chef's hat. He would go hard on her too! He peeled a long, thick carrot and stuck it up her ass! Everyone loved to watch them because it was so goddamn weird.
But just like upstairs, when shit got real it was as if everyone went into a trance, almost as if under a group hypnosis. The smacks and moans from the scenes could be heard even over the loud music. On your right, one of the spanking benches someone else was getting paddled, and on your left there was a woman sitting on the queening chair cumming as she watched everything while getting her pussy eaten. The whole situation was nuts.
Anyway, people floated between areas at will, but the downstairs is where the heavy shit took place and the upstairs had more of a chill vibe. The music was always super loud downstairs and I had to escape it every once in awhile. I just remembered the upstairs also had a library where you could borrow all these fetish books and books on how to tie knots and stuff like that. It was extensive with lots of rare and unique fetish stuff. Upstairs is where people would trade stories and share information too. For instance, that is where I learned to do Japanese rope bondage from a guy. (I probably couldn't tie a square knot today, it has been awhile!).
I never saw drugs and the bar in the back just served refreshments because no alcohol was allowed at the party.
Huh. That sounds like it would take the fun out of it a bit to me. Still, someone's gotta pay for the snacks I guess.
Amazing post, thanks for sharing. The guy acting like a chef seems hilarious.
So, there's like 50 men and about 4 or 5 women and it's supposed to be a hetero orgy? Sounds like this is poorly planned or rather scammy, then again, it's an orgy invite from a subreddit.
It happens.
Sucks that it happened to you but yeah not surprised, it's much harder to pull off right for heteros.
For gay men an orgy can happen pretty easily, just need dudes lol
For those (adults obviously) legitimately interested in something like this, reach out and try to join your local community. There's bound to be beginner's nights at your local dungeon and if not, try to find a munch that welcomes newcomers. If it doesn't work out then it's not a big deal.
Damn, sausage party🌭🌭🌭Most of the good ones are for swingers/couples, found this out from AdultFriendFinder back in the day lol
Called it haha. That sucks though man. Any time they say solo dudes are allowed is the #1 way to tell it's gonna be no good.
You could also just go to a sex club. There are a lot of mostly-hetero sex clubs in my city that allow single men on certain nights of the week
There are legit "communities" in LA that host warehouse orgy/bdsm/sex parties. They all include a small donation, mostly to keep it going and keep out the riffraff. They're also usually at a good ratio and with relatively wide range of ages..so sounds like the OP just got stuck with a bad one
I imagine most are familiar with the concept of a BDSM dungeon just via pop culture. Though in this context we're talking about a community space rather than the one on one session with a pro dom that pop culture usually depicts.
A munch is a public get together. Incredibly low pressure. Finding one is tougher than a dungeon though, as a quick Google search won't get you anywhere. If you don't already know someone in the community then you'll likely need to make a Fetliife (social media site for kinksters) account.