Back on 4/8/14, I published a House Call Report about my evening with JP, JP's Slut Toy, and a new friend by the name of Carmen (read that report HERE). I had arranged to meet them at 15th Ave. Adult Theater to document the night for The Journal, and lend my hand in assisting and crowd control if necessary. And since Carmen was new to the scene, I thought that I would take her under the wing of my my white suit coat and add some insight to this thing of ours. As it turned out, Carmen did just fine adapting to this scene.
It ended up being an incredible night (and atypical from The Good Doctor's typical evening inside the darkened walls of an adult theater), and one I will not forget any time soon.
I have included several pics of the incredible JP's Slut Toy, and two of the lovely Carmen in this report. And the yellow dress pictured in her logo? She was wearing that for a good portion of the evening with us at 15th Ave.
Two requests: 1) Carmen and JP's Slut Toy would love your feedback. E-mail me directly at emiliolizardo1@gmail.com, with the words "Carmen and JPST" in the subject line. I will forward your feedback to them directly. 2) Follow JP's Slut Toy on Twitter HERE or at @fitlilslut . Tell her Doc sent you...
Fasten your seatbelts...
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Doc,
I was in Chicago to work for the whole of the last month and got a chance to get to know JP (ed. note: referred to as MrMF773) and his slave better (beyond a nerve-shredding coffee meeting). When I was invited by MrMF773 to accompany him and JP's Slut Toy (ed. note: referred to as fitlilslut) to the 15th Ave. Theater it didn’t take very much convincing before I agreed. That’s when I became nervous; not about what would happen (I hadn’t really thought of that as much) but about what I would wear.
If you have ever had some romantic pain-in-the-ass person tell you they are taking you on a date and then keep the destination a surprise, it is a similar panic about clothing to that. Should I wear jeans or a dress? Should I dress slutty or conservative? He pretty much told me to wear what I would feel comfortable in, which is a fake answer. I would be comfortable in something that doesn’t look stupid. I settled on a little black polka-dotted dress, but I packed a few slutty work outfits in my backpack. With the dress, a pink coat, and the backpack that I had I probably looked like I was going to school (in whorish night makeup).
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| JP's Slut Toy |
I sat with sweaty palms convinced that somehow this change in how we know one another would leave them both thinking that I am an absolute idiot by the end of the night. I always assume that if anyone is going to fuck things up it will probably be me.
When fitlilslut came out to the car it appeared that she was wearing nothing but a long red coat (which wasn’t nearly long enough to be considered appropriate for the establishment that she was meeting us at), fishnet stockings, and heels. She made me think of those serial flashers that used to be in the news all the time when my parents stopped letting me go to the park alone; only she was a much hotter version.
I have to admit that there was something about the jacket that was at least as exciting as her removing it. I don’t keep a list of Fetishes on fetlife but if I did, I would have already added fitlilslut’s red serial flasher coat.
When she got in the car MrMF greeted her with “hi slave,” said in a way that managed to sound endearing and lovely.
I burst out with, “You look really good in red.” I really meant, “I wouldn’t mind you flashing me.” My greeting did not have the same honey as his. It was more like the squawking of a person who has no social skills. Then they kissed deeply which was strange for me as their sexuality was more of a hypothetical idea than a proven reality up to this point. I also come from a family and a rural culture that doesn’t engage in displays of affection in the presence of other people. The idea of heartless fucking in front of strangers seems more natural than sharing a passionate kiss in the presence of a friend. I don’t think I have ever seen people kiss much more than a second or two, and certainly not with the depth of theirs. It was a fevered, intimate kiss that I would only ever dream of sharing alone and so them kissing in my presence was fascinating as well as a little uncomfortable. I found myself staring at them as if they were both the serial flasher.
On the way to the theater they talked about their day’s activities one moment and the next his hand was in her lap while he asked her whose cunt he was playing with. Then their conversation abruptly would transition back to the platonic, but his hand never left her lap and while I couldn’t see it since I was sitting directly behind her, I assumed he kept playing with his cunt while driving and talking. One might say that this could lead to an accident, but nobody seemed interested in giving a lecture on responsible driving.
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| JP's Slut Toy |
When we entered the theater itself, I paused near the door. I think this was interpreted as me being nervous. I wasn’t actually nervous about the theater. I had put my worries over my outfit out of my mind and I was pretty willing to follow fitlilslut’s exposed ass anywhere (I would go like a lemming off a cliff after it really). I just like to know who I am sharing my space with and what that space is exactly. This space was like a dollar theater I went to as a kid in Nebraska, only there was porn instead of old movies. There were several men sitting evenly spaced apart throughout the theater. We walked through the theater to a room behind the screen where the first act of the evening’s events would happen.
Here is where the chronological order of things that happened is a little vague. I wasn’t taking mental notes even though now I wish I would have. There was spanking, and not just a little slap on the ass, but several robust swats from a hand that was nearly as big as each of her cheeks leaving her fair skin red like a flame had been taken to it. I imagine that if that much color is added to an ass from a spanking it likely felt a bit as if it had been met with fire as well. Her legs were spread and her cuffed ankles were linked to the legs of what appeared to be a makeshift massage table. MrMF invited the men near her to a hand job (that she would give in case that needs clarification) as he held a vibrator to her cunt. Two took him up on the offer and she began stroking them with her gloved hands.
When she was ready to cum she had to ask and her first inquiry was too quiet for his liking as well as for my hearing. As she asked again I noticed that he didn’t require a simply stated question but a long chain of words detailing who held the right of property to her cunt as well as an adjective (“whore” perhaps, though I am not going to remember dialogue word for word), and finally an expression of her desire to have said orgasm. I have to admire her ability to put a sentence together on the brink of an orgasm. I can ask once maybe but any follow up to that wouldn’t be much beyond several pained sounds like I just stubbed my toe on a piece of furniture. |
| JP's Slut Toy |
One man belted out a laugh that was actually startling, but most of them just stared in awe. I think they couldn’t hear him. His voice was like that of a strip club DJ- When a man starts talking when a sexy woman is in focus everyone stops listening. I smiled politely and laughed a little at the story which is actually funny when I think about it now, but even I only heard him like he was a distant voice that didn’t require response. At one point he asked Doc if he had used a flogger because he was planning to recruit his assistance and I accidentally responded, “What?” He wasn’t speaking to me. I had just noticed that he was looking in my general direction and some words came out of his mouth, so I stood there stupidly responding to something meant for someone else. That is the danger of being attracted to women. Women have a magical way of being more distracting than men.
She was giving hand jobs to a white guy and a black guy. She was double fisting it if you will (good for beer mugs as well as hand jobs apparently). The white guy eventually lost his erection and for some reason I became a bit judgmental of him and I couldn’t help it even though I told myself that I was thinking like a bitch. It was like he couldn’t quite hack it, but I got really judgmental of the entire room when the offer was made by MrMF for someone to replace him and nobody stepped up. Out of fifteen or more men (several with their cocks already out and in their own hands) not a single one offered to take the place of the guy who tapped out. Meanwhile I was standing there lusting over her, but without a cock, I was confined to the place where I was standing. I leaned over to Doc and said, “If I had a cock I would volunteer.” Come on guys. None of these men deserved to be there as far as I was concerned and it seemed unfair being willing, but female at that time.
As there were no volunteers, the black guy (because I am terrible at coming up with good nicknames) got to lay on the table which seemed to make the hand job easier to perform. Having never given a hand job, I am only guessing that the angle would help her performance, but I like to make guesses about things and treat my guess as fact so I nodded slightly in approval of the intelligent decision made by MrMF to change positions. I do support the decision to have the good man lay down. It was a very bright idea indeed.
Meanwhile, fitlilslut kept cumming at least a few more times until I began to worry for her level of hydration. I have dated some ladies who squirt, but this was exceptional. I was getting exhausted just watching. Finally the guy came. He came a lot; with notable distance. I don’t really care about seeing men ejaculate. It doesn’t do a lot for me unless I am directly involved (if I have something to do with said ejaculation it’s a different story), but it was not unimpressive. I instantly liked him more. He was even courteous enough to run out and get a towel to help clean up. He deserved a little round of applause.
Meanwhile, fitlilslut kept cumming at least a few more times until I began to worry for her level of hydration. I have dated some ladies who squirt, but this was exceptional. I was getting exhausted just watching. Finally the guy came. He came a lot; with notable distance. I don’t really care about seeing men ejaculate. It doesn’t do a lot for me unless I am directly involved (if I have something to do with said ejaculation it’s a different story), but it was not unimpressive. I instantly liked him more. He was even courteous enough to run out and get a towel to help clean up. He deserved a little round of applause.
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| JP's Slut Toy |
A guy with his cock in hand slowly inched toward me and I hoped for the return of my escort who may have appeared to have a bit of a claim on me which was more comforting than standing there by myself being approached by strangers. Still, these people (especially men) were far too comfortable speaking to me and moving closer than I would have liked. I know that this makes me sound like the worst submissive in the world, but I prefer that most men feel the need to be a bit cautious with me. I was not nearly imposing enough for my own comfort in my little day dress and tights.
Finally MrMF freed his slave’s ankles and she sighed stretching her limbs like a cat. I hadn’t thought about how sore she might get standing for an extended period in a rather unnatural position. It was decided that a break would be had so I approached them a bit more casually than may have been proper, but I only think of that now.
I cannot order food or coffee in a restaurant because that seems like an alien behavior, but watching a woman spanked and vibed while giving hand jobs to strange men didn’t seem so strange for me. I am easily thrown off by things that seem normal to other people, but for whatever reason I find comfort in things that others find strange. I felt as if I had gotten the opportunity to see these two people from an angle that I hadn’t been granted access to previously. I felt more comfortable around the two of them than I would have after another dozen or more meetings over coffee.
I tried to school my face into a pleasant smile that would communicate that I meant what I had just said, but MrMF still asked, “really?” I hate that question. It is one of those questions that people ask when trying to give you the chance to back out, but people always ask it when I have agreed to something that I am certain of and they never ask it when I am uncertain about a decision. The answer to this “really” was painfully clear. She is attractive. I am attracted to her. She will cum on my face and I can swallow it if I want. What reason could anyone think of to back out of that? Note: MrMF, we are friends and as such I request that you expect that I probably mean anything I say in reference to your slave when she is barely dressed and wearing soaked panties. If I ever say that I would like to run a marathon or that I would like to speak to a bank teller, that’s when you should offer the escape route.
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| Carmen |
Having settled the issue of squirting, I decided that I should probably change into a different dress. The primary reason being that the dress I was currently wearing had a high neckline and I could see the future of the evening getting messy. It is the same logic that is applied in my preference for eating a Sloppy Joe topless because I will likely wreck my shirt.
When we got to the changing area I realized that nothing I had was anything that MrMF would have picked for a woman. What I had just though hit me hard and the thought that I was comparing myself with his slave made me want toss my cookies. I don’t compare myself to other women. I don’t see a woman I find attractive and wish I looked or dressed like her. I fantasize about fucking women I find attractive, not about being like them. I don’t want to be her. I don’t want to look like her. I want to pin her against the wall in a ladies room somewhere. That second of doubt based on what a guy might think (even my friend and one I am attracted to) felt dirty and not in a good way at all.
I shook myself for a moment before I settled for a yellow gown that is much like a salsa dress only designed for a stripper. It’s true that it looked nothing like what fitlilslut was wearing. It’s true that nobody would look at it and think kinky (slutty: yes. submissive: not a chance). Still, my dress was picked by me, it is my style, and my discomfort washed away as I put it on. I have already changed my personal appearance once in order to please people who I thought were somehow important in the BDSM community and I find that I am strangely proud of not making a compromise more than once in how I dress for the sake of fitting in with everyone else. Plus, most of these men were just vanilla wankers fondling their cocks and waiting for something interesting to happen.
When I left our room in my yellow dress that exposed most of my midsection and my sparkly gold seven-inch heels, I noticed a couple turning heads on otherwise silent men in the locker area. When I entered the hallway Doc gaped at me and even MrMF’s eyes widened a bit before he paid me a politely delivered compliment. Order had been restored to the universe. They said the change made me like a super hero who had arrived in the guise of an alter-ego. I was standing taller than almost every man there, and could easily look even the tallest directly in the eye. I was more exposed perhaps, but I also felt more powerful than I had before.
After the change and some standing about we returned to the theater for Act II. This time I felt like I was returning as a different person and I felt stares and saw eyes being averted when I looked in the direction of the staring. We settled in the front row of the theater where Doc and I sat side by side waiting like everyone else to see what would happen. At first fitlilslut sat MrMF’s lap while he played with her tits. Then she was on her knees sucking his cock. She had her body stretched and her back arched and she looked stunning no matter what she is doing.
I whispered to Doc, “I am pretty sure I don’t look that good with a dick in my mouth.” He told me he thought I probably look great and I fought the urge to both disagree and to announce that I am pretty sure I give a shitty blow job. There are some conversations that aren’t meant to be had with certain people at certain times so instead I just shrugged. We cannot all be great at everything can we? I have been with women who are terrible at eating pussy (at that I am excellent) and they make up for it in other ways or they learn to follow direction well. There’s probably no shame in delivering a shitty blow job, though everyone seems to think they are an expert on the subject (I call bullshit on that too. I cannot be the only woman who lacks cock sucking confidence). Fitlilslut was not only spectacular looking, but she had a certain confidence that I both envied and found very sexy.
MrMF started rummaging through his bag clearly looking for something though his hands and concentration were otherwise occupied. I asked if I could help and he said he was looking for nipple clamps. Doc also had his hands in the bag and apparently MrMF didn’t trust me to look because his big hand kept getting in the way even though his rummaging was half-assed at best. This is sexist, but usually when men claim to be looking for things I just feel the need to step in and do it myself because what I’ve witnessed in men is that when “looking” for something they stand in the middle of the room turning in circles before deciding the object of their search is lost. They stick their hand in a bag, feel around but hardly move or remove anything and if they don’t give up, they take ten times longer to find what they are looking for than a woman would. I wanted to swat them both away and remove the bag from their reach so I could look properly, but that would be rude. We didn’t find the clamps. I am not sure if they had been packed.
Instead of nipple clamps, he pulled out a black dildo (ed. note: The black dildo is the natural enemy of nipple clamps, ironically) and asked me to hold it. I should never be trusted holding a dildo. My first inclination is always to shake it around or cock-slap someone (you’re welcome for my holding back Doc, because it wasn’t easy). I used to mortify an ex-girlfriend of mine by sticking a dildo with a suction cup at the base to the television immediately before guests arrived or by wearing a strap-on under my pants and letting my cock fall out the front of my unzipped jeans, then pretending to be embarrassed and apologizing before tucking it in and buttoning my fly. I am popular at dinner parties; at least if people have had enough to drink beforehand. I can’t behave like a mature adult where there is a dildo involved. If I am fucking someone with it I can focus, but just holding it? It was all I could do to sit quietly and wait without acting like a huge jack-ass.
MrMF looked at me and said, “Put that in her.” The sentence is constructed as a mandate, but it did not sound like an order. He actually said it with a certain impishness that I wouldn’t have thought he could pull off so well. It wasn’t a suggestion really, but a fun and brilliant idea. Like being a teenager and saying, “Hey, go get a screw driver so we can steal the street sign on ‘High Avenue’” or, “take this chalk and write ‘slut’ on Stacy’s driveway.” It was an offer that he knew wouldn’t be turned down because it sounded like too much fun (More fun than vandalizing things).
Then I asked the question that I hate hearing, “Really?” I didn’t really mean that he could turn back on what he just said (he could have but I would have started pouting for sure). It was more like I thought I had heard something that was too good to be true so I needed verification. He nodded with a half-smile on his face that might have been a product of her head in his lap. I was feeling pretty enthusiastic as I scurried behind her and knelt to a position that would make her more accessible for me.
I fucked her with the dildo while the Doc held the vibrator against her. She had a pretty pussy as far as pussies go, and I sort of lost myself back there for a while until I heard Doc who was next to me say, “Fuck that little pussy.” I felt my eyebrows climb and I became momentarily territorial. It’s like I had forgotten that I wasn’t alone with a woman but that there were three of us manipulating her in some way.
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| Carmen |
I noticed that strange men were sitting up straight in their chairs or had moved to a closer seat to get a better look as they rubbed their cocks. Fitlilslut asked to cum again. There was a fascinating quality to what was happening. I would have liked to get a glimpse in the minds of other people there even though their thoughts were likely not a mystery.
After some time MrMF moved his slave and positioned her over a man that they both recognized from a previous encounter. Her ass was directed at an angle toward Doc and me who remained where we had originally been sitting while she administered another hand job. We openly admired her perfect shape as she worked. She really does look beautiful no matter what she is doing. The guy cumming was of less interest to me than it might have been to others, but she was simply stunning. Then, MrMF bent her over a theater seat and positioned himself behind her. She is so fair and petite and he is dark and tall and broad. The contrast was exceptionally attractive aesthetically. Despite her toned body and her obvious physical strength she looked delicate with him in the most pleasing way. I really do have hot friends.
Finally fitlilslut asked to cum again with MrMF’s fingers inside her and he invited me over for what I had previously volunteered for. I am not certain how I managed to fit myself in. I probably somehow slid myself under her with him behind me or to the side but I wish I could describe what it might have looked like to others. As attracted to MrMF as I am, I had a wet cunt inches from my face and I didn’t take a mental note as to his location. I moved closer as she started to squirt on my face and chest because I really wanted to swallow some of it and it is easier being closer because it never comes out neatly. Plus, the fresher the mayonnaise the better the sandwich, right?
Unfortunately, I was too close because MrMF’s hand jerked back suddenly and hit me in the face (he claims this was an accident). I have to admit that the backhanding was a little painful, but he didn’t break my nose so it was a time to brush that off. Fitlilslut is so petite that being under her at any distance is not as easy as it sounds. It isn’t entirely my fault.
Unfortunately, I was too close because MrMF’s hand jerked back suddenly and hit me in the face (he claims this was an accident). I have to admit that the backhanding was a little painful, but he didn’t break my nose so it was a time to brush that off. Fitlilslut is so petite that being under her at any distance is not as easy as it sounds. It isn’t entirely my fault.
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| JP's Slut Toy |
In a few surprising instances in my teens and very early adulthood I have been so turned on that I’ve experienced “extragenital” orgasms (or as I prefer to say, ”I came in my pants”) when something extremely hot was happening. In the last six years that hasn’t happened while I have been conscious (wet dreams are another humiliating subject though), but on this night I came frighteningly close.
I was straining to keep control of myself. I clung to self-possession with white knuckles. Her warmth ran down my chest and I felt a droplet fall on one of my erect nipples which were straining against the thin fabric of my dress and I nearly came unhinged. MrMF later said that he thinks I should masturbate and cum if we go to the theater again, but he had no idea how close I’d come to doing so on accident already. It just seemed like something I wouldn’t want to explain. Especially since while fitlilslut looks very pretty getting off, I am pretty sure that with running makeup and weird faces I make I look like the Nazis at the end of ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’ when I have strong or unexpected orgasm.
After that, I felt like running from her. I don’t know why, but I get oddly ashamed of being too tuned on by people and I want to escape from them. Instead, I kept as much of my composure as possible as I returned to my seat. I could smell her on me and it was intoxicating. I mentioned that to Doc and let him smell my chest as I dried myself off with a towel. Then we all settled in and watched the porn on the screen for a while. I was straining to keep control of myself. I clung to self-possession with white knuckles. Her warmth ran down my chest and I felt a droplet fall on one of my erect nipples which were straining against the thin fabric of my dress and I nearly came unhinged. MrMF later said that he thinks I should masturbate and cum if we go to the theater again, but he had no idea how close I’d come to doing so on accident already. It just seemed like something I wouldn’t want to explain. Especially since while fitlilslut looks very pretty getting off, I am pretty sure that with running makeup and weird faces I make I look like the Nazis at the end of ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’ when I have strong or unexpected orgasm.
Looking back, it’s almost odd how relaxed we all were with each other. MrMF and fitlilslut settled into a warmly affectionate state. The Doc’s hand slowly crept up the back of my thigh and while I would have normally been concerned about this, I really didn’t mind for the moment. We sat and laughed at the horrible feedback that we were taking turns giving while watching the film (because we all apparently lack the social skills not to laugh at our own jokes). MrMF seemed to be the only person concerned that we might be disturbing other viewers. The rest of us were content to let him be the courteous one.
When the movie was over, we gathered ourselves and dressed quietly before returning outside to the shocking Chicago cold. We talked on the way home about the evening and I am pretty sure they went off for more fucking after dropping me off where I was staying. Unfortunately for me, I was not able to crank one out on my own like I desperately needed to because when I returned my friend was still awake watching videos of cats falling off of things on YouTube and asking me to sample her rosemary chicken, proving that life is certainly unfair.
Looking back on things as the serious person that I am sometimes capable of being, I have to admire his ability to take control of a situation where there are multiple men and only one exposed woman. She seemed to feel very safe. I had to admire his constant strength of presence even though he never raised his voice or even made an effort at intimidating her or anyone else. There is a level of trust between them that most people do not accomplish with one another. They have a lovely rhythm together and I feel privileged at having been invited to witness that.C
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Doc here again... I will let you compose yourselves after this amazing report.
OK, are we better now? Good... Many, many thanks to Carmen for this incredible peek inside her POV on her first dip in the this thing of ours adult swim. As I mentioned in my report about this same evening, the time flew by. It was 1:30am when we said our good-byes. Carmen had transformed one again into "conservative polka dot skirt and backpack girl", & JP's Slut Toy was still barely dressed (still).
For someone like The Good Doctor, who has pretty much seen it all and done it all in the adult theater scene, this evening was something special. Great energy...A different energy. Two incredible looking women. And a theater of pretty respectful guys made for an evening I still think about close to a month after it happened.
Thank you JP, JP's Slut Toy, and Carmen for including me in your plans for that night.
Thanks,
Doc