I have never liked Valentines Day.  It is a holiday designed to make you feel bad about yourself, if you do not have a partner.  A friend of mine sorrowfully posted on her Facebook on VD day; “Can anyone give me a reason to not cry today?” I mean really?  Really?

I usually do not do anything for VD Day because I hate to contribute to it.  I like to celebrate important holidays, like St. Patrick’s Day.  St. Patrick’s Day encourages you to start drinking as soon as you are awake.  Now that is a holiday! But, the Armory, of course, was hosting something extraordinary to commemorate cupid’s bow and arrow.  So, I thought it only appropriate to celebrate a painful day at a painful place.  Even when I am in a relationship, I boycott it simply on principle.  I would prefer having romance spontaneously, not because you have to.  What is the point of that?  Some of my most romantic and lovely memories have been on a day or night I least expected it.  Life is made up of beautiful moments and usually when you are not planning them.  But, I admit I do enjoy a good party and the Armory knows how to throw them.

Deity and I needed to find ourselves a red, pink and black outfit, for this event.  I may not support Valentines day but I do love costumes and dressing up.  I decided I needed to own a tutu. A red and black one did the job.  Along with it; I wore black tights with a seam that goes down the back, and tassels at the ankle.  On top I wore a red corset and my red and black pleaser heels.  God, I love those shoes and I can wear them for a long time now.

The invitation from the Armory read:

” Greetings Honored Guest of House. Mr. Peter Acworth and The House request your attendance and participation on the evening of Saturday, February 12th, 2011 in celebration of Valentine’s Day. We will be working the Staff extra hard this night to ensure the House Slaves and Training of O Trainees are on top of service.  We would also invite you to watch a special appearance on The Upper Floor by Cupid and our house slaves.  In the usual fashion we are encouraging all guests of the House to enjoy our hospitality of equipment, toys, libations and fodder throughout the evening. ”

Deity and I got into a cab and headed straight into the night, to participate in whatever show awaited us at the sex castle.  Upon entry to the Upper Floor I saw something spectacular.  A very lovely hybrid was suspended from the ceiling and attached to her were huge glorious black wings.  Underneath her, was Miss Chloe Camilla, (our darling of kink.com was Cupid on this night), and she was painted all in red.  It was certainly a sight to behold, and these two glorious bodies were going to put on a beautiful show for us all.

The usual suspects were there; Miss V, Jack Hammer, the house slaves, Big Red, Thora Hammer,  as well as a handful of new people to play with.  The show began with our dark angel suspended from the ceiling, with her huge glorious black wings. Our Cupid was underneath her awaiting her dark angel to descend to the ground.  What would happen then I wondered.

I saw Deity begin a scene with Miss V and I saw the pink ropes come out.  Miss V and Deity always have a good time with one another.  Deity’s arms went up, while her skirt went off.  I entertained myself by watching the scenes play out and refilling my glass of champagne.  After the last refill; I turned around to see Miss V rotating her finger on Deitys clit like it was a top.

The thing about events on the Upper Floor is that they are all different.  They are also real, the folks that attend are exhibitionists by nature.  What you are watching when you tune in for a function on the Upper Floor, is real people, really fucking for the fun of it.   We are just a bunch of kinky, freaky, sexy folks who love to play with each other.  I compare our sex positivity circle to a fruit platter.  An oversized fruit platter, with an assortment of luscious juicy bits, it is as if you can overhear: “Have you tried the kiwi? I had a blueberry. Try the pineapples and the blood oranges.” It’s true we are all generous with our genitals, so to speak.  As the scene continued between Chloe and our dark angel, I could see the red paint beginning to cover the two of them, other people, and the couches. It was like we were finger painting. Though in this case, it was more finger banging.  In another corner of the room there was Big Red with two lovely, blonde beauties. They started on the St. Andrews cross with one blonde tied up, while the other blonde fucked her in the ass.  Big Red commanded the girl topping to fuck her harder, harder, harder.  I do love watching a room filled with sex.

Then Big Red had the stocks pulled out, for part two of this scene, oh baby.  The stocks, in case you don’t know, are just what they sound like.  Remember those old torture films? A person bent over while their head and arms go through a wooden hole.  The Armory has this contraption as well.

The scene involved one girl fucking the other girl with a strap on, and it was fucking hot.   I noticed that Deity was getting released by Miss V, and that is when I saw her point at me, and direct me over to her.  Uh oh, it was my turn to get spanked.  Since I am new to playing and being topped, the folks who play with me are respectful of my reservations and rules.

Rule number one: I do not get naked on camera. Rule number two: there is no sexual play while I am on camera. Rule number three: please be kind to my ass.  I think these rules are more for my safety for now, and I’m sure I will break them one day.  But, until that day comes, I can at least say I tried.  Right?

Miss V was all dolled up in a red lace corset with a matching bottom.  Her mask, as always, was vibrant and lovely.  She directed me to an ottoman and told me face down, ass up baby.  So, I bent on over and put my pretty little bottom in the air.  I told Miss V that she could lift up my tutu because my tights were dark enough, so that not to much of me would be exposed.

Each time I play with Miss V she goes a bit further pain wise, but I am learning to take it and to like it.  She starts with the flogger, and before she hits me she sensually touches my bottom to get it ready for the abuse.  I could feel the wind of the flogger before it hit me and I swear that is still my favorite part.  The whacks get harder and harder.  I gave out a gasp or two.  The rule was whenever it got to be too much, I was to raise my hand like a kid in class.  But I like to really wait until I absolutely cannot take it.

Next she brought out that wretched single tail again, and that’s the one I am still trying to build a tolerance for.  It feels like a sting every time it hits your skin, and once I actually yelled. My hand went up quicker than a 3rd grader that has to pee.  She immediately put it down and gave me a nice rub down with her hand, to soothe my aching bottom.

Then we began again. I am not sure what instrument she was using, I just know I was into it.  The hits were getting harder and so was my breathing.  I could feel the flogger start to go in between my legs and I was starting to get aroused.  Then Miss V told me she was going to use a paddle. Two hits would be soft and two hits would be hard.   I braced myself because if Miss V said it was going to be a hard hit, she wasn’t fucking around.  I felt the first soft one and I knew the hard one was not far away.  She wound up and the next thing you heard was WHACK, and I screamed.  Woooooooo baby that mother fucking hurt……….jesus christ.  She rubbed me again and I waited for my last two hits which were coming, first the soft and then I knew since it was the last one she was going to make it count.   Again I waited for the wind up and WHACK, oh my dear baby jesus I gave out a holler on that one.

After all that, again, Miss V patted my ass softly and rubbed me down to soften the sting.  I stood up and gave her a hug.  She said that I was definitely progressing and the next time we would go even further.  I went to get myself a drink because my ass and I needed it.  The evening went on with playing, fucking, sucking, and all the debauchery I have come to expect from Peter Acworth’s mighty Roman Empire.  I highly recommend watching the decadent Upper Floor on kink.com. It is truly like nothing you have ever seen.  I think this was one of the best Valentines day I had ever had, because I was doing something just for me.  None of it was awkward or obligatory it was just good old-fashioned kinky fun.  For those of you who are sad, mad or disappointed about this commercial day; get over it.  Love is not something you plan out and make reservations for, it is a gift that you get when you least plan for it.  In the great words of John Lennon: “Life is what happens when your busy making plans.”

If you would like to see me and everyone else at this Valentines day party, go to the Upper Floor on kink.com.  Don’t worry folks. Much more to cum from your favorite slut in San Francisco.  Next up Nancy Peach’s BDSM art exhibit, a very naughty Sunday sex brunch, my two days of being a fem dom and a sex geek potluck…………..the material is endless in this city.  I love my life!

Muah,

Fleur De Lis SF

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