Page 179 of Naughty November
“Edging, Sir,” Beckett states without pausing or turning around. “I’ve tried a bit on my own, but not for more than a jack off session.”
Not shy at all. His straightforwardness and lack of modesty are refreshing. I’ve trained myself to keep that kind of thing to myself, but I still prefer getting right to the point. And the use of Sir tells me Beckett likes some dynamic of being submissive.
Charlie smirks and crosses her arms, clearly used to the boy’s mannerisms. “I can help you set that up leading into the party, but you should pick one you might only try in a controlled setting. Some fantasy you might not explore otherwise.”
Damn, I wanted to offer to help. I loved edging a partner for hours, even days leading up to a scene. Even without seeing most of his face, Beckett was ticking alotof my boxes.
“Well, you said I should pick two.” He rubs his chin as I step forward to see him in profile. His eyes are darting all over the list, and I can almost see his mind working overtime, trying to land on the one he wants to try the most. “The glory hole would combine a few others. But what if I don’t want to do something or someone?”
“The set-up is built for consent, compared to more public glory holes,” I jump in to explain what A had told me. “There will be a form to fill out with limits and recent test results. They will have a sign outside of the hole for people to read and a Dungeon Monitor will be there at all times. You can say if you prefer barriers, only certain sexacts, or if you have allergies to things like latex.” I chuckle when he faces me and tilts his head in confusion. “I don’t think that’s a problem for you.”
“No, I am not allergic to latex.” Beckett shakes his head and his ponytail twitches back and forth. “I like that setup. I have my two choices.”
“You can always change your mind and do something else,” I point out. “It’s two weeks away.”
“Thank you.” Beckett smiles at me, finally meeting my eye, and I'm struck speechless. Turning to Charlie, he nods. “I am sure.”
Before I can think of a reply or ask for his contact information, Beckett starts to wander off and Charlie says goodbye. Forgetting the leash again, he almost chokes, but doesn’t notice.
Beckett didn’t pay me any particular attention, or show interest in me outwardly, but there’s something about him I can’t put my finger on. If he’ll be in the glory hole at the party, I know where I’ll be as well.
November can’t come fast enough.
FOUR
BECKETT
Two weeks of building expectations for the Naughty November party means I’ve been edging myself mentallyandphysically. Charlie makes sure I fill out the sign-up form, and have the proper toys for edging, but otherwise she isn’t a big part of my plans. The whole point is to play with people anonymously.
The bearded man with long curly hair—whose name I didn’t catch while my attention was focused on the list—was helpful. He assuaged my fears about safety, but I also wonder if he’ll be in the line to fuck me through the hole. I find myself fantasizing about who will fuck me and the idea of him being one of them makes my cock twitch in the cage I locked myself in.
The bigger question is: do I want him to fuck me? The fact that he is a man doesn’t factor in except for the enjoyment I get from a bio cock that can fill me with cum. I’m on PrEP, so I selected the box for no barriers needed if the other person has recent test results and is also on the medicine. Trans women I’ve been with always used barriers or strap-ons with me, and I really want to feel what it’s like without the awkward conversation.
That man may not even be into the glory hole, and he was just being helpful, but I hope at least one cis man does fuck me so I can see how I feel about it. I also really want to suck someone off in there. On my knees, my mouth just a hole for them to use while I’m on edge and unable to cum… My dick strains against the cage, letting me know how my body reacts to the thought.
The black, resin-coated surgical steel band around my dick and balls keeps me from coming, and the cage doesn’t allow me to get more than half-hard. I wear the key around my neck in case of emergencies, but I haven’t been out of chastity in a week. I have a long, thick cock, so it’s painful with the edging I’ve been torturing myself with.
Wrapped around the ring of metal to press against my taint is a vibrator. It has been pulsing off and on for hours, including when I cleaned myself out midday. I brought myself to the edge of orgasming from the douche alone multiple times. It was an interesting experience getting dressed and walking to the club, and I had to stop multiple times to hold on to the nearest light pole or wall as the waves washed over me.
Now, I’m sitting in the lounge at X Club right after they opened for the Naughty November party. I opted for a pink-and-black plaid, micro-mini skirt so I don’t have to worry about other people’s latex allergy while being fucked, and a black crop top that says ‘Slut’ in pink to match. It’s more femme than I normally go, but I like the headspace it puts me in for the experience I hope to have.
The assembled guests chat near the closed doors to the play space while everyone finishes setting up. Q and A, the two main leaders of the club, open them now and announce it’s time for the party.
“Everyone should find the station they signed up for or stay outside the ropes to enjoy the show,” A calls out over the conversation. “Let’s get Naughty!”
The club is fuller than normal for early in the night, so I’m glad to know I am first up in one of the two glory hole spaces. Charlie waves at me as she enters from the changing space. I see the short girl on her leash is who she has plans with for the evening. I don’t actually knowif Charlie plans to visit me in the glory hole, but I am fine with it either way.
“Hi, Beckett. This is my pet for the evening.” She indicates to the girl, who follows behind, and I see a rubber tail sticking out of her skirt. I’m too eager to do anything more than wave, turning to look over people’s heads.
“Hey, Charlie,” I greet her and keep going through the open doors. “I want to head over to my spot to check it out before my time.”
“I’ll walk you over.”
We make our way around the raised play area toward the back, and I see two beds pushed together for the orgy on the right, a medical set-up for role play on the left, and a large, caged area with the sign: “Caution! Sharps and electrical play,” in the back corner. In the middle of them is a wooden wall and an enclosed box that reaches shoulder height.
The three-walled space is the one I signed up for, as the box has a bed inside to stay in one position with a hole on both sides. It seems claustrophobic, and I’m glad I didn’t opt for that one since I don’t think I can sit still for that long. A pair of women walk up to the box and the stockier one in a leather harness lets the taller one in by opening the side, kissing her before I turn to focus on my own spot for the next hour.
There is an oval hole in the middle of the dark-stained wood wall. I’ll be able to see more of the people than I expected, but it will work well for my height. If it was only a small circle, I could see that being hard to adjust. The whiteboard leaning against the front corner has my information, including limits, with a start time of fifteen minutes from now.