Maestro Game

So for this girl orgy game I wanted to solve a few problems.

1. I wanted the fucking portion of the evening to start before midnight. Usually there’s a lot of slap and tickle early in the evening, but people wait until late to be brave and let down inhibitions. I wanted to give folks the tools to get that ball rolling early.

2. So many of the babes who attend have slutty aspirations but communication and boundary setting hold them back. I wanted to provide some concrete steps for asking what you want and getting it.

I filled out dozens of stickers with boundary setting phrases.

I laid out the ground rules:

1. You need to discuss your sticker choices with me so I am clear on your boundaries.

2. Consent and using your words are a must. You can leave the game or take a break at any point. Safe words for this game are no and stop.

3. You need to ask me permission before you cum.

Right away busy excited hands started grabbing stickers and slapping them on. “Ahem,” I cleared my throat to get their eager attention. “It looks like some of you are having trouble following the rules already...” and with that the tone was set.

I sat on the floor with all the babes who wanted to play (top photo) and helped them get clarity on their own boundaries. It was DELIGHTFUL. You know by now that I get off on communication and clarity. But I have an organizational kink for sure, when I was a little girl I would dump out a jar of 1000 beads I had and sort them into different colours, shapes and textures FOR FUN. Sitting here helping these beauties decide where they would like to draw the line, how they felt comfortable, how they wanted to participate, was wonderful. And knowing it was helping them to get their needs met was even better.

If a label someone wanted was lacking we made one. And with that the game began. I teased that there were points for initiative. Some babes immediately connected based on their stickers. It was permission to be brave. Others I needed to pair up and demand to get to work. It didn’t take long before E called out “Heart, it’s 11:15pm and everyone is fucking!!!”

All at once there were half a dozen hitachis, babes sprawled out across the floor and draped on the couches, smacking and moaning and “FUCK YES” yelled at top volume. I circulated around the room bringing clothespins and pillows to folks who needed them, trying to be helpful. I loved it when my name was called for permission to cum. I said yes (mostly) and giggled at the power. Curling up on the couch with Max and watching the hot girl orgy I’d just orchestrated was the real prize.