The man who arranged this fantasy had transformed a quiet little play space tucked away in a corner of Los Angeles. He had ordered 100% pure latex balloons from France. Each were about a meter wide and strong enough not to burst under the weight of a person. He spent 5 hours inflating 300 balloons and filled the room from floor to ceiling, creating literally a sea of balloons.
I was the first one to penetrate the wall of balloons. I found a gap near the floor and forced my way in. The pressure of the balloons pressing against me from all directions was calming and comforting, like an infant in the womb. At the same time, it was sensual and powerfully erotic. It was as intense as a hallucination but without any drugs. I moved through different experiences constantly as I interacted with the surroundings in different ways. Laying down and being underneath a gigantic orb felt intimate and serene. Laying on top of the incredibly elastic inflated latex felt like a magical ride - it made me giggle uncontrollably. Feeling many hands glide across my body while I hovered atop a balloon was mind-altering, and incredibly sexual.
There was no domination involved in this experience – it was purely a fetishistic indulgence, but it reminded me how amazing it is that I have these opportunities to constantly explore new sexual experiences. Some experiences are just a little extra memorable and precious that I feel compelled to share it with the world.
In the end, I am a dominant woman – when I'm aroused I want to completely ravish something... so I went home that night and bent my boytoy over the bed like a good boy.