P is for Pegging
Event 1
It was an evening full of lots of mental gymnastics and mental foreplay leading up to it. My husband and I were attending a costume party at my boyfriend’s house, and later we were going to our first orgy. It was a themed party, and the theme was wrestling. Naturally, I was one of many attempts at embodying the energy of Rhea Ripley that evening with leather adornments, black cut off denim shorts, fish nets, and a playful crop top with screenprint that read, “I Love Submissive Women” on it, and some amazing combat boots that I had recently thrifted. I felt and looked like a total badass!!
As party #1 was coming to a close, my excitement grew at what was coming. I had only dreamed of such events in my life, and tonight, dreams were coming true; I was living my best poly life, and about to head into a spicier festivities. My costume from the first event, translated seamlessly into the second. We parked the car, knocked on the door and were soon greeted by my friend, naked; I had never seen him naked before. He was so happy to see us, and greeted us with a bear hug. It was the start of many firsts. We were fashionably late, and let’s just say, spicy festivities had already begun.
The Transition
After removing some clothing, I noticed a toy I have been wanting to experience for myself, a wearable strap-on. After properly cleaning the toy and positioning it comfortable inside myself, I realized I was without a partner to use it on. Knowing first hand my husband was not into the idea, nor was my other male partner who was not in attendance, I found myself awkwardly standing in a room full of consenting adults who were already engaging in kink activities; some were playing with bondage, moaning coming from every direction, a pup being led around on a leash, and a pair performing oral. I finally and confidently announced myself, saying “MARCO”, desperately begging to hear “POLO”, in return. There was a brief moment where everyone stopped who they were doing and looked up to see me, the new person at the door, strapped and potentially ready to show someone a good time. Not more than a few seconds go by, before a beautiful man gets up from who he was doing, and yells, “POLLO, pollo, pollo, pollo, ME, me, me” before quickly running upstairs. Naturally I follow him.
Once upstairs, we find ourselves in our friend’s upstairs dungeon, furnished with kink furniture, lube and every penetrable item you can imagine, laid out on all the many shelves in this glorious space. Before I continue, I think it is worth noting that everyone in attendance has recently been tested and had been chatting several weeks prior to that night’s festivities. So, while I recognized this mans face from the icon in the group chat, I did not know his name, only that he was enthusiastically consenting, said yes because he saw me wearing a strap-on, and was about to bottom for me.
Giddy up Horsey
He positions himself on a horse, which if you don’t know is a specific type of kink furniture, in a triangle shape. I find some nearby lube, but before we begin, I ask if he has a safe word. He proceeds to tell me he uses the standard red light, green light system. Understood. After lubing up the toy, I press it firmly against his opening, teasing his bottom a bit, listening to the feedback I’m hearing from him, making him beg and whimper for me to finally enter. I then proceeded to smack his behind, and grab the back of his hair, quickly asking if this was all ok before continuing, and then instruct him to beg. He does, “Please, please give it to me,”, “Please, WHAT?” I snap back, “Please Mistress”, he offers. A smile unfurls on my face. I loved the sound of that; it was a first for me. I embraced my newfound power, and started leaning in, I bring myself close to his ear, mere centimeters away and wait, till his breathe begins to steady, before whispering back, “Good boy.”
From Pegging to Aftercare
And so, pegging commenced, and he took it and I gave it, like champions! I felt powerful, penetrating is such a unique experience in my sexual repertoire, and I was savoring every moment of it. After some time, I noticed a crowd of onlookers, completely captivated by our scene together. Looks varied from, WOW to envious and impressed. Throughout the entire scene, I felt so powerful. Typically, as a woman, I am the receiving parter, so being the penetrating partner was a unique experience that I had no way of knowing would illicit feelings of power from within. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced and not something I will soon forget. Once we wrapped up our scene together, and after toys had been properly cleaned and replaced, I approached him, asking if everything was ok. This was the start of aftercare. I asked if there was anything he would have done differently? Was I too rough or not forceful enough, even? Any feedback was good feedback as I didn’t have any experience penetrating/topping before. He said he was very comfortable, and that he had a good time, and that I was great and was surprised to hear I had never done anything like this before. “You’re a natural Domme Mommy”, he told me. And we cuddled for a bit while others continued playing around us.
After the fact
I thanked him, in so many words; Thank you for allowing me to share in this experience with you. Thank you for your trusting me with your body, thank you for speaking up when you needed more lube, thank you for calling me Mistress. Thank you for allowing me to cross something off my proverbial list of sexual activities Id like to do before I leave this earth. It was then that I noticed my body feeling heavy with exhaustion. Being the penetrating partner takes a lot out of you, and I mentally began thinking of and thanking all of my previous male lovers for their time and energy. My calves were tight for several days afterwards. That was some hard, physical work, and I hope to do it all over again.
Written by Rox Ash D. (she/her/hers) B.A. in Sociology (Deviance & Crime)
MS. in Marriage & Family Therapy (in progress). Polyamory Advocate
