NaughtyNoir’s Sexy Adventures Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – NaughtyNoir’s Sexy Adventures Pt. 01 by Ms_Bee,Ms_Bee
The Black and Blue Ball

Maria was waiting for one of her best friends since childhood to join her at the Friendship Brewery in Phoenix for a local kink community munch. Gina, known as Ms. Ginger within the kink community, was supposed to meet Maria and possibly introduce her to the woman she’d mentored under when she first came into the kink community herself. This will be Maria’s first official foray into the kink world, and she chose the name NaughtyNoir, Noir for short, as her kink name.

It isn’t that she’s not known about the kink or swinger lifestyles. Their close knit friend group has several people that have chosen to be part of an alternative lifestyle. Now, she was single for the first time in a long time, and Noir was ready to explore her kinky side.

Noir, as she was going by, was already inside. She had found the tables with the vases of blue flowers on them and had made her way over. Within moments she was surrounded by the single or “free range” males all begging for her attention.

Noir sees her friend, Ms. Ginger (Gina), walking in looking as stunning as always in a pair of black skinny jeans tucked into a pair of black knee high black heeled boots, a silver satin button up top, with a black leather bralette showing underneath, and waved to her.

When Ms. Ginger saw what Noir was wearing, she laughed out loud. She was wearing a hot pink silk button down shirt, a black leather pencil skirt, black stockings, and a pair of hot pink slutty high heels.

Ms. Ginger made it to the group of overly eager men surrounding Noir and was able to maneuver her way in next to her friend. As she gave her a hug, she asked, “Hey there. I was just wondering what you’d be wearing tonight and if you’d keep them all guessing as to your kink role. I like that you’ve decided to keep it interesting. How long have you been beating these clowns off of you?”

Noir smiled and said, “It hasn’t been more than 10 minutes and you know I can handle my own.”

“True enough,” Ms. Ginger said. Raising her voice, “Alright, move aside gents, it’s time for us to make our way to the bar and get a drink.”

“Ms. Ginger, it’s wonderful to see you, as always.” They heard a soft, sexy voice coming from behind them. “Who is your lovely friend?” one of Ms. Ginger’s long-time kink friends asked as they were making their way towards the bar.

“Hello, ShadowRaven. I’m so happy to see you here this evening! ShadowRaven, this is a longtime friend of mine, NaughtyNoir. She’s interested in learning how to use a flogger, whip, and other impact instruments. I was explaining that if that’s where her leanings lie, then you were the one she should speak to.” Ms. Ginger said to the beautiful, petite brunette that had joined them.

“Ah, another Dominant Woman? Or a Switch, possibly? Welcome! I actually haven’t been coaching or mentoring anyone for quite some time. I took a four month break after having Jack. As I’m just now coming back, this will work out perfectly for me.” ShadowRaven greeted her warmly.

Ms. Ginger explained to her friend, “Raven is coming back full time as an educator and a proDomme after taking time off with the birth of her son. There really is no one better to teach you impact play than ShadowRaven here. She is a true artist when it comes to throwing a whip. She’s also who I mentored under when I first joined the kink community.”

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you, ShadowRaven. I’ve heard many great things about you from our mutual friend here, Ms. Ginger.” Noir said in greeting to the stunning woman who joined them at the bar.

The bartender came by and took their drink and food orders.

ShadowRaven turned to Maria, “Noir, have you taken the BDSM quiz or gone through any of the checklists?”

“Yes, I took the quiz and came up with my top three being; 95% Dominant and 45% Sadist and 38% Degrader,” Maria stated.

“I’d like for you to go through the check list as well. It will help give you more of an idea of what you are definitely interested in, things you may be curious about and things you know are a definite no for you,” suggested ShadowRaven. “That will give us a good foundation on where you’ll want to put your focus into learning about.”

“I will certainly go through the checklist. Thank you.”

ShadowRaven smiled at her, “Wonderful! Let me know when you would like to get together to start learning how to do impact play and we’ll try and work out a schedule that’s easy for both of us. It’s wonderful to welcome another Dominant Woman to the scene.”

And just like that, Maria had a mentor that had volunteered to teach her how to do the things that interests her in the kink world and how to do them safely. Maria was so excited to begin.

The next Saturday, Noir found herself waiting at the local coffee shop for ShadowRaven. They were to go to the local dollar store, hardware store and then to the farm and feed store. Apparently, you can repurpose quite a lot for sensation and impact play in the kink world just in those three stores.

She’d ordered a coffee and was sitting down to enjoy it when ShadowRaven popped into the shop telling her it was time to shake a leg, since daylight was wasting. Grabbing her coffee and purse, Noir rushed outside to catch up with ShadowRaven.

“Hop in, Noir,” said ShadowRaven. “We’ll take my car since I know where we are going, if that’s alright with you?”

“Yes, that works perfectly,” said Noir as she climbed in and buckled her seat belt.

Their first stop turned out to be the craft store. Raven, as she asked Noir to call her, showed her ostrich feathers, plush faux fur, candles that had a low burn temperature, plastic massage balls with hard nubs, carrier oils and essential oils and washable markers and paints and dumped all of the above in the basket she carried.

“All things that fall under the category of sensation play and humiliation play,” Raven told her.

Next was the dollar store, where Raven and Noir discovered ribbon and strips of mylar, wooden spoons and spatulas, a dense dog brush, a flat wooden hair brush, tiny hair clips, a satin hair scarf, a blindfold, a bamboo back scratcher, chip clips, a toy ball that flashes, disposable gloves and a first aid kit. Raven explains the ways in which each can be used during a scene as they walk through the store.

The hardware store was where they found some cheap tarps, different sizes of chains, some rope, carabiners and double sided clips.

The farm and feed store had leather horse crops, leather collars and leashes. They also had large crates that could be used for confinement, but Noir only purchased a beautiful leather crop to add to her small collection for her own “toy” bag.

As they sat down to eat lunch back at Noir’s house, it was as if each woman finally received the signal to relax and be present. Noir opened up a little about her abusive ex fiancé and Raven spoke of her wonderful life partner and submissive. “He’s such a lovely human,” she confides. “You’ll find who’s meant for you when the time is right. Don’t rush it. You’re to learn what you want for yourself first, then alongside with a partner.”

Noir was fascinated by the woman who was such a contradiction of traits and attributes. She may have been small in stature and as delicate as a porcelain doll, but her force of personality more than made up for it, along with her conviction of practicing BDSM in a safe, sane and consensual manner.

“Are you ready to learn a bit about impact play?” Raven asked Noir, who was brimming over with excitement.

“Yes, please!”

“First we’re going to start with body basics. When you’re using any kind of impact toy or even just your hands/fists, you’ll want to stay away from hitting any bony areas, areas with little “meat” to it and areas such as the kidneys and abdomen,” Raven explains. “You’ll want to stay in areas such as the buttocks, thighs, chest/breasts and upper back.”

She took up the wooden spoon and asked, “Are you willing to try an over the knee spanking with a wooden spoon? I’ll show you how to warm your submissive up for an impact play session and show you where and how to hit. You can keep your clothes on. This is for educational purposes only and not an actual play session. Even so, you must be verbal in your consent before we move forward at each step. Is that clear?”

Noir was stunned at how Raven’s attitude changed once she was holding the wooden spoon. Her posture straightened, her voice was lower, but softer, her body relaxed and opened. It was sexy as hell, if she was being honest with herself.

“Yes, perfectly clear,” Noir said.

It was as if Raven was shaking off her “public self” to allow Noir the opportunity to see a part of her true self. One who could explore and play along her edges and those of her partners, as long as she was respectful of boundaries and didn’t cross lines of consent. She could tell Raven was a huge advocate for her partners being a “fuck yes” before she would move to the next level with them. A huge reason she felt comfortable and safe around Raven.

Raven’s level of respect grew for Noir as the day went on. She asked intelligent and thoughtful questions and felt open to learning. She felt that she had great potential to be a phenomenal Domme. Not to mention she was a complete knockout.

Raven slid her chair back from the table and motioned for Noir to lay across her lap. Once she was in place, Raven asked, “Do you feel stable in that position? You might want to scoot up onto my lap more.”

Once Noir was in place draped over her lap, she felt Raven’s small hand draw a rectangle shape on her bottom, marking the “safe zone” in where to paddle.

“I’m going to show you how to warm a submissive up before impact play. You’ll want to hit all over the bottom and tops of thighs. I’ll be touching your body with both the paddle and my hand. Do I have your consent?” Raven asked her.

“Yes, you have my consent,” said Noir

Raven took the wooden spoon to Noir’s ass and tops of her thighs. It was a warm, tingling, stinging sensation that seemed to grow and spread outwards.

Raven took a moment to rub the area she used the wooden spoon on and asked Noir, “How do you feel?”

“How do I feel?” Noir took a minute to actually check in with herself. “I feel a contradiction of things, to be honest. I am quite turned on while feeling a bit of shame and embarrassment.” Noir admitted both to herself and to Raven.

Noir removed herself from Raven’s lap and sat back in her chair as she processed everything. “Shame and embarrassment for being turned on by anything that’s supposed to be painful, rather than pleasurable. And also a bit embarrassed that you saw me in such a state.”

Raven looked at Noir in understanding. “We’ve all been socially conditioned to think sex is somehow wrong or dirty and anything taboo, such as kink and BDSM, are sure to lead you straight to hell. You know that it isn’t true, yet it’s a program that continues to run in the background, just like a computer. And just like a computer technician, you have to remove or rewrite the program in a way that is beneficial to you rather than self-limiting.”

“How about we move onto sensation play? I’ll just need your arm, if I may, to demonstrate on,” Raven asked as she pulled out the items from the craft store bag.

“Sure,” agreed Noir, as she felt herself relax again into learning mode.

Raven pulled out the ostrich feather and ran it along Noir’s arm, raising goosebumps on her skin. “Mmmmm…that is pleasant,” she said as she closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation.

Raven discussed with Noir how each item can be used in different ways and which kind should not be shared between people. “If you can’t safely sterilize an item, then it isn’t something to be used on multiple people and any insert able item shouldn’t be shared unless you’re fluid bonded with the person.”

“All of that makes sense,” Noir says.

“Good. Now, this stuff is yours to keep, since it was used on you. The markers and paints are something I enjoy using by writing naughty messages on my subs, such as “cum dump” on their face with an arrow pointing to their mouth, “cum slut” or “I love being pegged” on their ass. Anything that would have them feeling the thrill of sexualized humiliation, but never something that would cause true humiliation and have them feeling unsafe.” Raven explains as she puts things back in the bags. “Do you want to schedule for a week from next Saturday to get together again?” I’ll bring my toy bag and have you try out the floggers, some paddles and canes to get a better idea on how those feel. In the meantime, there’s a play party next Saturday. It’s by invitation only and called the Black and Blue Ball. Would you like to go and observe? I can bring you as a guest, but you’ll still be vetted by the ones throwing the party. I’ll be playing with my sub and you can see how a whip is used.”

“Yes and yes!” Noir agreed with a laugh. “I want to learn everything at once. I know that’s impossible and unrealistic, but I feel like a kid in the candy store and want it all.”

Raven asks Noir, “Are you open for a hug?”

“Yes!” Noir agreed before they gave each other a quick hug goodbye.

“I’ll give you a call in a few days to finalize plans.”

The next Saturday evening had Noir waiting for Raven and her sub, shadowpup to pick her up for the play party.

She was dressed in a floor length dress in different shades of blue mesh that looked like flowing water, that she designed herself, with a black bikini top and boy shorts underneath to keep it street legal. Iridescent blue high heeled pumps with a matching handbag finished off her outfit. With her dark hair falling in soft waves down her back she looked like a siren that just emerged from the sea.

She was a bit nervous going to her first large kink party, but she was also extremely excited to see the things she only imagined, or saw in porn, happening in actual real life.

She hears Raven’s Land Rover pull up in the drive and grabs her wrap before heading out the door. Raven’s sub is standing holding the front door passenger seat open for her with a friendly smile. Just as she opens her mouth to object and say she’s fine sitting in the backseat, Raven explains to her that as a submissive male, her partner would feel uncomfortable sitting in the front while she rode in the back. At that, Noir gets in without further fuss.

“Wow, you look amazing, Raven!” Noir said of Raven’s outfit. She was wearing a leather mini skirt, a black fishnet top with a bikini top underneath and thigh high black leather boots.

Raven grinned at her, “Thank you. I can say the same. That dress is hot!”

“Thank you. I was a little nervous about what to wear,” Noir admitted to her.

“What you’re wearing is absolutely perfect. You look amazing.” Raven assured her.

It’s only about a forty minute drive to the party, and they pass it easily enough with good conversation sprinkled in with advice about etiquette for parties from Raven and pup. Noir had a good handle on what was acceptable and what wasn’t. Don’t touch without asking permission beforehand. Don’t interrupt a scene. Watch where I’m walking and be aware of space needed for safe play. If in doubt ask a person in a vest that says “Dungeon Monitor”.

Once they arrived, Noir took a moment to soak in the atmosphere. The space was huge. There was an area to one side with a bar, and there were dozens of large tables with chairs. On the other side of the room there were wooden crosses spaced out along one wall. There were spanking benches along another. On a stage is what looks kind of like a smaller version of the monkey bars from a playground. There was an area that was covered in floor mats like you’d see in a gymnastics class. There were also chairs set up at each “station” where people could sit and watch a scene unfold.

One of the community leaders, an older man in black leather pants and a red and black checked flannel shirt, stood at the front of the room, and began to read off announcements and the general rules for the play stations, and the space in general.

When he was finished, the overhead lights were turned down, the black lights came on, and the music was turned up.

Some people stayed at the table area, socializing, having a before-play drink and/or snack. Other people moved towards the stations, and began disrobing and unpacking toys. Noir was entranced by it all.

She watched as each of the Dom’s/Domme’s/Tops began warming up their submissives. She watched the interactions, the open displays of affection, even amongst the most sadistic of sadists and the high protocol of the Old Guard, it was there to see. Noir found it all semi-surreal and over-stimulating at the same time. It was like she finally found her people, but wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not.

Raven and pup were chatting with friends, so she walked over to the floor mats, and watched two women stretching out as if getting ready for a race. They both stood and faced each other. One gave a deep bow, and the other nodded her head. Then, without a word between them, they collided into each other, and wrestled for dominance over one another. As Noir watched, she felt her own excitement rising. There were grunts and growls as each woman fought for the top position. There was a definite part of her that wanted to take on the winner just to see if she could.

Shadowpup came up next to her to let her know that his Mistress had prepared a space to play in, and he had been sent to escort her over. As Noir followed pup, she took in the scenes going on around her.

There was a large man being beat on with floggers in time to the music by two tiny femme bois. There was a woman being tied in rope and suspended up above the stage, hanging from the “monkey bar things” by a man with a lady spotter. There was a woman on one of the St Andrew crosses being flogged on her breasts. They came to one of the crosses, and there was Raven.

She was standing next to a small table; her toys lined up on it. As pup was getting himself ready for play, Raven took a medi-wipe and wiped the surface of the cross down to sanitize the equipment.

Pup stepped up onto the St Andrew’s cross with his back facing outwards, and Raven tied his hands on each side. She nuzzled him for a moment before stepping back and asking if he was ready. When he gave her the green light, she picked up a pair of heavy looking finger floggers.

The way she started at his shoulders and worked her way down to his bottom while she used the Florentine method of flogging made it look almost like a dance as she moved up and down his body. Noir was mesmerized by the fluid beauty of Raven’s movements.

She then switched to a cat of nine tails. That one must have had a bit more sting to it, as pup would tense his body every once in a while. Raven backed off her throws as pup relaxed back into the cross, only to have her throw another that had him arching his back again, and then absorbing the pain towards his own bodily homeostasis.

After using the cat of nine, Raven checked in with pup. She stood next to him rubbing his back, and asked if he needed a drink or a break. He asked for a drink, but said he was fine to continue. Drink given, Raven was back at the small table looking for what she wished to use next on pup. Noir could see that Raven had chosen a black single tail whip.

Raven stepped back from pup and snapped the whip next to him a few times. It was interesting to see his reaction. Noir knew Raven hadn’t touched him, yet pup jumped every time as if she’d landed him a blow. Then she moved back to her spot, and was snapping him from his shoulders to his upper thighs. She started off at a slower pace, but by the end of 15-20 minutes, it was one right after another.

Noir squeezed her thighs together to try and ease the arousal she felt as she watched Raven weave and dip, moving to land the cracker exactly where she intended. She could see the thin red welts that had risen along pup’s skin. He was peppered with them, and Noir could see that he’d checked out.

Raven must’ve known what her sub could take, or was very good at reading his body, since she’d put down the whip and was up standing next to him, petting pup as she murmured quietly to him. She’d released his hands and helped him step down. She had a light blanket that she threw around his shoulders and guided him to a chair. She handed him the bottle of water and let him know she’d be right back with him; she was going to clean up and gather her toys.

Noir came and sat next to pup, and asked if he needed anything. He just shook his head and waited for his Mistress. Noir felt a little out of her depth. She was so turned on by what she’d just seen, but wasn’t sure that she could say with certainty whether it was seeing the whip being wielded by such an expert, or rather the expert herself, that had her feeling this way.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t had any experience with women. She experimented in her college days and does see herself as bi-curious, but this felt as if it was a bit more than just wanting to kiss a girl. She wanted to be in pup’s place on the cross, and that unnerved her more than a little. She felt sure that she was a Dominant, but this tiny woman, with her soft spoken ways and hard as steel attitude, just seemed to do it for her.

Raven came back after packing her toys away and sat next to pup. She had her own bottle of water, and her and pup were sharing some dark chocolate to replace some of the energy they had expended during the session. Noir sat quietly by, lost in her own thoughts of the evening.

Maybe she was a Switch? As she looked around at the other people playing in the space, she tried to imagine herself being flogged by the man across the way, and that just didn’t do it for her. Then she watched a woman doing self-suspension with rope and tried imagining it being her that the woman was tying. But Noir didn’t feel the erotic thrill like she had when she watched ShadowRaven doing her scene with pup.

It was getting late and pup was tired, so Raven asked if the hosts would mind vetting Noir before she took pup home. Noir was nervous as she wasn’t sure what to expect during the “vetting process”, but it was some very common courtesy type questions that were based on consent. The hosts gave Noir the green light, and let her know that she was welcome to come to any of their events they were hosting in the future.

Afterwards, they said their goodbyes and headed back to the car to begin the ride back home. After they had dropped off pup at their home, Raven asked, “Would you want to stop off somewhere for a drink? I could use the time to unwind and you could ask any questions you have burning holes in your brain.”

“I’m not much of a drinker after going through all I did with my ex, but I could go for an iced tea and some conversation,” Noir agreed.

They pulled into a nice martini lounge and went in. Of course, they received a lot of attention walking in with the outfits they had on. They were street legal, but not something that people usually wear out in the suburbs.

They sat at a small table in the corner and soon enough, conversations began to carry on again. The two women sat back and relaxed in each other’s company. It was not overly busy in the bar, so the noise level wasn’t overbearing.

After a few minutes, Raven asked, “So, what was your overall impression of this evening?”

Noir gave her question some thought before answering, “I may not have known or understood everything that I was seeing, but it felt so right being there. I feel like I found my people, finally.”

“Yeah, that’s how I felt coming into it, as well. Kind of like “Yay! I’m not the only freak out here.” Raven laughs ruefully.

Raven looks Noir straight in the face and tells her, “You know, you are an incredibly attractive woman, right? I don’t want to offend you in any way, but it has been on my mind all evening. You are new to the lifestyle, and I am your mentor. I take my reputation within the community seriously, if you couldn’t tell. I am, however, attracted to you, and find myself in quite a quandary.”

“Quandary? Why a quandary?”

“Because, I have ethics. A mentor shouldn’t be involved in any way with their mentee. It’s also strongly frowned upon, and I can even be removed from the community as an unsafe player.”

Noir sat back in her chair, “Wow. They would really remove you from the community?”

“If the council voted me out, then yes, I’d be blackballed and not welcome at any of the community events. Listen, I’m not telling you any of this with any expectations. I’m simply stating how I feel, what it is I want, and the consequences of wanting what I want. I’m not the beat-around-the-bush type. Not if I feel some sort of connection there.” Raven laughed quietly, “Just ask pup.”

Noir sat and looked at Raven…really looked…and saw her sincerity. “I’ll be honest with you, I do feel an attraction to you, but I don’t think that I am very much the submissive type. I could maybe bottom for a scene. That did look really hot, I’ll admit, but not as a 24/7 thing. I just don’t have the personality. And I certainly don’t want to be a part of anything that would result in trouble for you with the community as a whole, or do anything that would put your livelihood at risk.”

“I’m not asking you to change anything about yourself. I like you just as you are. I think it would be hot to co-top pup, as well as others. I don’t know, I think there could be quite a lot of naughtiness that we could get up to, if we have a mind to. And if we both decide to move forward towards seeing what this may turn into, there are ways.” Raven assured her.

“I would need to find another mentor, wouldn’t I? Is there anyone that you would recommend, or anywhere else to go to learn?” Noir asked.

“I do know of two women that I would highly recommend. I’ll be getting in touch with them in the next day or two, with your permission, to see if they have the availability to work with you.”

“Yes, that does seem to be the best course of action. I do want the opportunity to explore what this is between us, but not at risk to your career or your standing within the community,” Noir admitted.

“Well, then I’ll give the ladies I have in mind a call next week and see how their schedules are looking. Are you ready to go, or would you like to chat more?”

“No, I’m actually starting to turn into a pumpkin and am ready to get in my PJ’s and get some rest. This has been a full day,” Noir told her.

Raven paid the check, even over Noir’s objections, and the women headed out.

Once they pulled up in front of Noir’s house, releasing their seat belts, both women turned to ask the other for a kiss. It broke the tension, and they both laughed and leaned in organically as they shared their first kiss.

Raven had Noir’s dark, soft hair fisted in her hands at the back of her head as she arched her head back, and placed her lips over Noir’s, exploring her mouth as if it was the only thing in the world she desired.

Noir ran her hands up Raven’s arms and around her neck as she leaned as much of her body toward Raven as she could. She longed for there to be more contact as she released a moan.

As Raven gently untangled herself from Noir’s embrace, she released a soft chuckle and said, “Wow… Yeah, so there’s that then.”

“Mmmmm! Yeah, there is that!” Noir agreed, a bit flustered and a lot turned on.

“This is going to be interesting.” Raven laughed. “You go get yourself in your PJ’s and relax. We’ll speak soon.”

With a cheeky grin, “Good night,” Noir said in parting.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I truly hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.