I survived an 8 hour orgy

Notes from a moderately dysfunctional sexbot

Note: This post includes content many people find disturbing, including explicit discussion of sexual acts, consensual-non-consent play, gamification, sex toys, and backpacks. I spent most of the orgy in a sex haze, so it is very possible I’ve gotten details wrong, omitted scenes, or messed up the chronology. My apologies.

I recently attended my 11th Red Means No consensual-non-consent orgy. At the first Red Means No, I arrived as a timid stranger, sweating through my sundress and clinging to the side of my fiancé (now husband). I couldn’t make eye contact with the attendees as they milled about, chatting, before the party began. At the 11th Red Means No, I strolled in as an old friend, hugging and teasing the men who would later tackle me to the ground.

Most of these orgies have been held from 7:30p-2a, but the orgynizers have recently been experimenting with different timing. Some people believe that they are not at their highest energy past midnight. This one began at 1:30p and went until about 10p. I wasn’t sure that I could orgy for 8 hours, so I brought my laptop. I figured that I could get railed and write a SlutStack post or two when I needed a break. I did not end up taking my laptop out of my backpack. I did manage to take a few notes on my phone (away from the action — it is not considered polite to pull your phone out inches from people’s orifices). My notes were not complete, but they did help me remember my sexual partners with reasonable accuracy (11 by my count).

I arrived around 12:45. Just outside the venue was the usual sign-in station with waivers, wristbands, badges, and a quick quiz on the Red Means No rules. An orgynizer proclaimed that I had not passed my quiz, which I disputed. He and I consulted the Touching Torah (the rules sheet) and agreed that I was correct. I gloated. I donned a yellow wristband, indicating openness to predation from people of any gender. I skipped wearing a badge, as I had no restrictions to the default Red Means No rules or STI risk tolerance. I chatted with friends for a few minutes, and tried to shoo them towards the sign-in table per an orgynizer’s request. Next I grabbed a drink and headed to the room where the prey were getting ready.

It’s a bit like a normal night getting ready to go out with your friends, except with even sluttier clothing. We strip, try on different outfits, apply makeup and glitter, and discuss the best period management options for a sex party (sea sponges, in my opinion). We’re excited, nervous, friendly, and slightly manic. At this point I am a Red Means No veteran, and I try to be welcoming and reassuring to the new girls. But I feel the tension too.

For the last few orgies, the prey have entered the opening circle as a group, often with a song or chant. We couldn’t come up with an appropriate song for the theme — QA at the Sexbot Factory — so we walked in loudly beeping. I took a moment to be groped by a Pandora boyfriend before traversing the crowded floor of seated men to reach my husband’s lap. I often feel nervous at the beginning of these parties, or take a while to warm up. Not so at this event. I spent the whole opening circle squirming in my husband’s lap, trying to inspire more groping. I was softly moaning, trying to keep the volume low enough to avoid disrupting the orgynizers but not so low that the men near me weren’t looking over. I felt like a well calibrated sexbot.

The opening circle includes an overview of rules, logistics, culture/vibe, schedule, and ends with consent exercises. In the exercises, we pair up and practice having a “No!” ignored and a “Red” immediately respected. We are then supposed to switch roles and practice ignoring “No” and immediately respecting “Red.” We usually do this a few times with different vibes — for example once with a clear “No!” and once with an awkward or polite “I’m not sure, I’m tired.” I tried to participate in the exercises, but I found myself unwilling to say “Red!” because I was really enjoying being touched. Also I didn’t want my husband to stop touching me in order for us to switch roles. Sorry orgynizers! For what it’s worth, I do extra-credit versions of this exercise with great frequency.

After the opening circle, the party began with a multi-stage warmup process. For the first 15 minutes or so, normal lights were on and normal (non-orgy) party rules were in effect. People grabbed snacks and chatted. People also had the opportunity at this stage to “Red” someone for the whole night. This isn’t incredibly common, but it is helpful for people who are certain they don’t want to interact with a specific person, perhaps because the person is a colleague, dated their sister, or looks strangely like their dad. Next, the lights turned blue, indicating that groping and kissing were allowed. I have no idea how long this stage lasted because I was being deliciously groped by my husband and a few other guys. I think I was on the ground by the end of it, but I really couldn’t tell you.

Then the lights turned red, and Red Means No fully began. One of the men who had been groping me began to fuck me. I wish I could tell you exactly what happened — how and when he peeled off my underwear and threw me around — but my memories are blurry. I remember how helpless I felt under him, the strength of his arms, the pressure of his body on top of me, and the pleasure I felt with the entrance of his cock. I wasn’t in a particularly fight-y mood and I was very attracted to him, so I struggled just enough to get a sense of his overwhelming strength. After he was done, he held me in his arms and asked if I wanted water.

I spent a while cuddling with him as we both watched sex unfold around us. I saw a male friend come over, and I reached out with my foot to say hi. The man who held me said something like “Look, she wants attention.” My friend fucked me. Again, I can’t remember the sequence of events, but knowing him he probably spanked me and pinched my nipples and was generally an asshole first. One of Pandora’s boyfriends took his place. I was in a fucktoy flow state. I liked feeling these men fill me up, hearing their grunts of pleasure, and looking into their eyes as they thrust into me. At some point, my husband raised me up onto my knees and brought his cock into my mouth. I could tell he wasn’t aiming to come, just enjoying himself or maybe getting ready for someone else. My notes indicate that one of my boyfriends, Muscle Man, fucked my mouth next. I don’t remember if this was a smooth transition between husband and boyfriend or if I had a period of downtime.

There was a game going on throughout the orgy that I began to engage in. The game was entirely based on orgasms and buttons. If someone made a prey have their first orgasm of the night, the predators won 5 points. Second prey orgasm was 3 points, and all subsequent prey orgasms were 1 point. If a predator came in/on prey, the predators got 1 point. If the predators got to 150 points, they won. We, the prey, could decrease their point total by pushing three buttons simultaneously which were mounted in three different spaces in the venue. The predators could defend the button. Successfully pushing the button required coordination (at least three prey needed to simultaneously push the button, and one button was in a different room) and some combination of determination, speed, and sleight of hand.

You could notice that there were no predators near the buttons and silently point this out to other prey. You could gradually move from the snack table to the button near the snack table and casually lean against it. You could create a distraction, like headbutting the nearest man or making out with Pandora. I’m not certain what I tried at this moment versus later in the evening, but my notes mention “button scheming.”

I found Pandora mounted on a Sybian (vibrating sex machine) and went over to watch. I took the controls from the operator (a Very Seductive Man) and began to adjust them ever so slightly. A bit more vibration. A bit more rotation. I think I put my fingers in her mouth. She made delightful noises while she writhed. After she was done, I thought about trying the Sybian myself, but a line was forming.

Next I had what my notes describe as a “slow period.” Wandering about naked left me feeling frigid, so I donned my very small skirt again. My top had been ripped to shreds at some point, so I replaced it with a large T-shirt that said “Use Me,” then wrapped myself in a blanket and headed for the snacks. My wristband was on, but I was mostly hanging out in the snack area or attached to my husband. I was cold, sleepy and unsure if I wanted to be fucked while also feeling insecure about the fact that no one had wrestled me down and fucked me for a bit. I cuddled with a male friend, who ordered coffee.

I stayed in my slow, sleepy, cuddly and somewhat sad mood until my latte arrived. Shortly after that, my husband decided to fix my mood by dragging me downstairs to fuck my face and then my pussy. This was somewhat effective in cheering me up. I mentioned to him that I wanted to try the Sybian, so we went back upstairs to try it out. I had tried the Sybian twice before but without a cock attachment, figuring that the general vibration would be more my speed. Those experiences had left me frustrated, so I decided to try with the dildo this time. The operator gave me the “good dick” (girthier model, I think) and we got started.

It took me a moment to get in the right position to experience the Sybian at full power. I ended up straddling it, leaning over with my arms on a support structure and my head on the operator’s knees. It’s hard to describe the exact sensation. Essentially it provides intense penetration with a pretty strong G-spotty vibe. It felt overwhelming (in a positive way), but I didn’t have any idea how to work with the sensation. I felt some clitoral stimulation, but not enough to feel close to orgasm. I enjoyed the penetration, and the attention and touch from the men around me, but after some time (5 minutes? 10 minutes? 15? It was a blur) I had to call it.

The recommended position per the official Sybian manual

As I later discussed with Pandora, my problem with the Sybian may be in part that I am used to orgasming laying down. I can come laying on my back, or front, or occasionally in a very specific sitting position. Sitting upright on the Sybian, which is designed to mimic the cowgirl position, felt uncomfortable and unfamiliar. It was a bit better when I leaned over (not recommended by the manual), but the position still left me feeling in control of my own body. Not very sexy.

After I dismounted the Sybian and cleaned the dildo attachment, I went to sit with my husband and Pandora on a couch. I saw my sadist friend come over and requested a backrub. In my experience, sadists are great at massage (if you want the massage to hurt, which I do). He gave me a wonderful and painful back massage while I was straddling my husband, facing the back of the couch. The massage lasted for maybe 5 minutes before I felt a cock enter me from the back. I initially assumed it was the guy who had been massaging me, but after a few deep thrusts I recognized the cock. I craned my neck around to confirm — it was another friend entirely. I felt slightly cranky about the abrupt end to my massage.

I’m not sure about the sequence of events, but I ended up downstairs again. I was wrestled and rigorously fucked (both in my throat and vagina) by an old friend until I collapsed in a puddle. In my puddle state, a new guy (I think a first time Red Means No) attendee fucked me. I remember looking in his eyes as he entered me. I don’t think I resisted at all, although I might have moaned as he fucked my already sore pussy. Afterwards, I cuddled with him for a while until I noticed a lady friend nearby.

I’m not sure what I interrupted, but I started to go down on her and finger her intermittently. She comes on command, so the men around her were using her to rapidly accumulate points. From a certain perspective I suppose I was aiding the enemy. In my defense, she is very very cute. And impressive! I started with two fingers, then added a third and eventually a fourth. She could take all the fingers with ease, and I remembered that she, like my co-wife, is a fan of fisting. I had never fisted anyone before, but I slowly slid my fist inside her. She seemed to enjoy the pressure. I asked if she was ok and she said my fist was pretty small. While I was focused on her, kneeling with my face near her pussy, a few men came up behind me and started fucking me. I complained, to no avail, that this interrupted my technique. She kept coming, commanded by one man or another.

After we finished, I headed upstairs. The rest of the night I spent button scheming, with only moderate success. I did explore new methods of creating a diversion, such as kissing, fingering, and going down on Pandora. I ended up under Muscle Man again. We can only have vaginal sex rarely (during definitely non-fertile parts of my cycle), so it was a treat I savored. After he fucked me, another long-time RMN participant came over and took his place. I was exhausted at this point, and had fully stopped fighting. I let him move me into the position he wanted and use me relentlessly. I continued button scheming until close to the end, narrowly avoiding a few more fucks thanks to mutual exhaustion.

The predators handily won the game and received cupcakes as a prize. Their victory was largely due to 2 women who had >25 orgasms each. I wandered around bragging about how I had given NO POINTS to the enemy. No one was particularly impressed by my anorgasmia.

The party ended as usual, with the orgynizers trying to herd people into the closing circle while a few couples heroically tried to keep fucking. As is tradition, people shared favorite moments from the night. As is becoming tradition, multiple people then tried to get attendees to fill out their surveys. Mine inspired multiple people to sniff Aella.

I don’t know that every orgy needs to be 8 hours. Some might argue that an orgy the length of a workday is slightly excessive. Others are trying to plan multi-day orgy camps. All I can say is that I left feeling exhausted, happy, and blessed to have a strong and slutty community.

What’s the longest orgy you’ve attended? Are you mad at me for taking incomplete notes? Do you have a better memory than me when fucked for 8 hours? Share your thoughts in the comments below or in our Discord.

-Chesed