Witchcraft

(Joie is in red, I’m in black with the red pentagram harness. Ms. O is covered in red wax, Kitten in black, they’re both lying down. Gloria, Elly, Morgan, Anna, Madeleine, The Redhead and Cee surround. Femme Sex Cult Seance, February 2017)

The Babe Brigade and I have been salivating over old party photos, and it’s unanimous that the seance party is something we need to revisit once we can all be together.

These two photos were never shared at the time, but they deserve to be! Ms. O’s open mouth in the top one is enough to make me gasp and want to time travel back to this moment, or forward to the next time we make our dreams come true...

The one thing these photos can never capture is the sound of that room, gasps and moans and hushed voices, everyone breathing heavy, breathing together, working together for a common goal. You could hear my quiet directions, and Madeleine in the background chanting “cummmmmmm” like a yogi says “om” in a low rumbling chant. When the sounds of their orgasms crashed and crescendoed the whole party broke into a laughing raucous round of Happy Birthday To You for Ms.O.

It was one of the best soundscapes I’ve ever heard.

From Tumblr at the time:

Our plan was fairly simple, we would conduct a seance around Kitten and Ms.O.

With candles, beautiful lingerie-clad women and way too many hands, we began.

As our circle tightened around Kitten and Ms.O we started with sensory play and calming energy. Dragging fingernails across skin, dripping hot wax, grabbing and soothing and warming up.

Our seance included 10 women and 2 hitachis, all focusing our energy on the two tributes in the middle of our circle. We forced Kitten’s orgasms out of her first, when she begged “Please?” the whole crowd sighed. I kissed her sweetly and put her to work, helping our other sacrificial lamb make her offering. Kitten kissed and pinched and snuggled against her, I could hear O gasp when kitty’s teeth sunk in. 

Taunting from the on-lookers only made O blush harder, we stayed persistent. Joie curled up beside her gripped her throat, choking her while whispering filthy things in her ear. The Redhead used a paddle against her breasts and exposed thighs. More bites from Kitten in the most delicate areas. There were so many extra hands, pinching, slapping, scratching; the intensity mounted and Ms.O was in tears when she finally let go. As Cee and I pinned her thighs down Ms.O said “It’s too much!” for the first time ever. She shook and thanked us as the waves of orgasm moved through her. 

When they had completed their service we stroked their hair and gently pulled the wax off of their glowing bodies. They caught their breath and held each other in the midst of our attention. All around us conversations started back up and drinks were poured, our two sacrifices were in a haze.

Femme Sex Cult Seance, February 2017