This is the eight part, in a long series of stories about a huge pack of condoms. They may be edited afterwards, but hopefully not too much.

This was the night I met Rocky. It was also this night I found my first slave that I wanted to love and care for. To be frank and honest I was quite drunk this night, and it was in the early stages after I had started to allow myself to explore the dominant side of me. Within the first week to be exact.
I’d met Rocky before and I was quite attracted to him, since the first time I’d met him I’d been trying to hookup over a coffee and at the same time figure out if he was single or not. Earlier that same week I had found out he was married, unlucky me!
Quite heavily drunk I was, in a really good mood, not really thinking much about him other than “Hey fun that he’ll be at the party tonight”. I managed to find my way inside, and found him at the bar and I gave him a hug. I fetched myself another beer as well.

For some unexplained reason, probably since I was drunk, I decided to inform him of my interest in him, and how disappointed I had been when I realized he was married. This is where it got good. This is where he told me that he’s poly, and my jaw dropped to the ground. Being heavily drunk as I am I pop out the question if he’s dominant or submissive, since it was something that had been on my mind recently. He was a little stunned, but did admit to me that he’s submissive. I pushed up against him and asked if he was interesting in going with me as my slave to an upcoming event I was planning to go to. He was intrigued and basically said that he was.
- So I guess you’d be okay with me kissing you now?
We started making out, and I was just filled with joy. I’d found myself a slave playmate! Could this get any better?

The night carried on and I didn’t really get more sober as it did, neither did he. We found ourselves hiding out behind the bar where we made out and carefully explored each others bodies. He more than once found his way down to my breasts, that were in a nice low cut top there for all to see. He had easy access to them and got quite enchanted. They do have a reputation to live up to, and clearly they did.
At one time during the evening I even had to poke him and mention that someone was looking like they wanted to buy something in the bar, so he had to get up from my boobs and do his job. I just leaned back and relaxed while watching him. In profile it was quite obvious that he was hard, and I loved it.

We both went out for a bit of fresh air (in other words for a smoke). On the way back in I hinted that we should find our way to the bathroom so we could play a bit more undisturbed. Unfortunately he had to keep working so it had to wait.
The night carried on in this haze of playing, with licking and touching. Still somewhat fully clothed. Talking about playing more… Talking about having him as my slave. The evening was intense, but ended with him going home to his place, and me to mine.

What about the eighth condom? I gave it away to a girl who desperately needed a condom. Sharing is caring!

This is the eight part, in a long series of stories about a huge pack of condoms. They may be edited afterwards, but hopefully not too much. This was the night I met Rocky. It was also this night I found my first slave that I wanted to love and care for. To be frank ...