Une vision féministe des gang bangs

My introduction to Gang Bangs

A few years ago, if you'd told me I'd be interested in gang bangs, I'd have told you you were crazy. Then I met someone who gave me a completely different perspective on them.

I met J at a "munch" (an event where kinky people go to meet each other) and then a few days later, I met him by chance at a game night. He was a little shy and stood alone, quietly watching the beautiful choreography of a BDSM party.

I had a bit of trouble understanding him at first, so I decided to make small talk with him and find out a bit about this curious character. We chatted about this and that, and I discovered that he was a photographer. It was early in my career as a professional Dominatrix, so I asked him if he'd be interested in taking some photos for my website. He graciously agreed and we set a date.

He had a location lined up for our shoot, a large industrial loft in the 20th arrondissement of Paris. I'd been there for a few events, so I already knew the place. But I didn't know how he knew the place, as I'd never seen him at any party before the week before.

"I came here for, uh, ummm... some events," he murmured shyly.

"Really? What events? I don't remember ever seeing you at anything here."

"Well, uh... gang bangs," he finally blurted out.

"What, really?!" I asked, surprised.

Is this nice guy one of those selfish assholes who gets off on objectifying women? I thought to myself.

"Yeah, I think bangs are really beautiful. The woman is the center of attention, it's all about pleasing her, making sure she's satisfied..."

Hmmm, I never thought of it that way...

As my readers know, I'm a very open-minded person, so I decided to delve deeper into the subject. J and I became close and every time we discussed gang bangs, my view of them slowly began to change. I read a few blogs and how they're set up.

Pre-show logistics and consent

Typically, an organizer is contacted by a heterosexual couple who want to live out this fantasy. Although much of the preparation can be done in the presence of the boyfriend/husband, the organizer will set up a time to talk to the woman without her partner present. This ensures that she isn't forced to do anything she doesn't like at 100%. As we all know, peer pressure can be a real bitch, especially when it comes from a horny partner. I was happy to learn that there was a safety valve allowing the woman to withdraw.

According to one organizer, he had to cancel events when he got the feeling that the woman wasn't totally into the idea. Instead of telling his boyfriend, he makes up an excuse not to go ahead with the gang bang, to avoid any backlash between the two partners. Very cool.

Once the couple and the host have set a date, it's up to the organizer to find suitable members. There's also a screening process for guests. Not just any Tom, Dick or Harry is invited to these events. A good event organizer has a little black book with his best "artists": the ones who show up on time with a big smile and smelling good, who never talk back, who are never in a hurry when there are eight guys waiting in line to serve a woman (yes, I deliberately use the word "serve").

I spoke with Pamy, who has been organizing bangs since 2012, about his casting protocol. He told me that when a new guy applies to attend an event, he gets a long phone call to repeat what's explicitly written on its website. This allows Pamy to get a better idea of the person and filter out those who, for example, may not have the woman's best interests in mind.

He explains that he never allows more than one or two new guys for every ten gang bang regulars. The rest are men who've been to events before and have a proven track record. He says this is one of the most valuable tools for discouraging bad behavior. If the newcomer shows up and sees everything the others know about each other, he'll be much less likely to bring a bit of negativity to the scene. Pamy knows he can count on his loyal team to keep an eye out for any bad behavior and inform him so he can act accordingly.

Knowing that so many precautions are taken to make sure everyone is safe before a gang bang really helped me see things differently. It's not much different from a BDSM scene: consent and respect are the keys to making things work.

Pamy told me briefly about the single women who contact him to organize an event. He told me that the preparation is even more intense, as she doesn't have the safety net of a partner. He spends more time carefully selecting the men who will participate based on his preferences. He insists on a long discussion before the event to make sure that he has done everything in his power to ensure that things are up to her expectations and that she will be treated with the utmost respect and care.

Inanna's Gang Bang

One day, while talking to J, I hinted that I wanted a gang bang, but not a traditional gang bang. I wanted an all-female gang bang. I hadn't really thought about it, but it came out of my mouth. Over the next few months, we talked about it casually, but I didn't give it much thought. It was just a fantasy to me, one I could do or not do, like many other fantasies that live in my kinky head.

Around my birthday, J tells me to block out an evening in my calendar. I do so, thinking he has tickets to a show or a nice dinner planned for us. Throughout the day, he keeps sending me cryptic messages and asking me how I'm feeling. I have no idea what's going on, but I play along.

He tells me to go home, take a long bath, have a glass of wine, but no more, get dressed for a sexy evening and be ready for a driver to pick me up at 7pm. I trust him completely and ask no questions.

At 7 p.m., I'm in front of my building and a cab pulls up.

"You're Inanna," the driver asks me.

"Yes, that's me," I reply.

"And the address is 123 rue de Machin Truc in Montreuil?"

My heart leaps into my throat. I know this address. It's a well-known spot for, you guessed it, gang bangs.

I'm someone who rarely gets nervous. I can keep my cool in almost any situation, but I was shaking. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Is this it? Am I finally going to get my imaginary gang bang?

As the driver arrives at his destination, J stands on the sidewalk and opens the door for me. I look at him and see a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"What is it," I ask him.

"I think you know that," says J. "Are you up for it? If not, there's plenty of good champagne and snacks to get us through the evening without playing."

"Oh yes, I'm in!"

We go inside and he pulls out a bottle of champagne and pours me a glass. We sit together quietly for a few minutes before he blindfolds me and leads me downstairs.

As he uncovers my eyes, I see seven women standing around me, each wearing a dildo. I know a few of these women, including my best friend C (who I later learned was responsible for casting my gang bang). Their dicks are all different shapes and sizes, and so are their bodies. As I enter the scene, I start to feel hands all over my body. Fourteen hands caressing me, squeezing me, massaging me, pinching me, searching me. The rest of the world fades away...

I'm going to let my dear readers' imaginations run wild with the details of the evening, because even if I wanted to tell you everything that happened that night, I can't. I was transported out of my body into an ocean of flesh, pleasure and abandon.

As the evening draws to a close, we curl up on sofas to relive the scene. Eight women, 16 hands and miles of skin. Most of us had been to many orgies before, but we all agree that this was different. I was the center of attention and they were all there to serve me.

My invitation to a Gang Bang

Over time, I get to know Pamy a little better and tell her I'm interested in taking part one day. I arrive home one night and tell him he's just gotten off the phone with Pamy, who was organizing an event a few days later. Not technically a gang bang, as there are several women, but an evening where there will be a LOT more men than women (more accurately, it's called "male plurality").

Once again, my curiosity gets the better of me and I accept. In the evening, I put on some sexy lingerie and we head for the loft.

While the women are getting ready upstairs, I'm with the boys downstairs sipping Perrier. In my purse is my cock, a thick, long cock with which I've had the pleasure of fucking many, many people over the years. Often at these events, there are women who are there just to observe, so the men around me assume I'm just going to watch.

Pamy makes a little speech, telling the men to get into their underwear, and I do the same, sneaking around the corner to adjust my belt before stepping out into the midst of the 35 or 40 guys who are there to "make sure the women are satisfied", as Pamy puts it.

The grand entrance

I look out over the balcony and see four beautiful women starting down the stairs. Each of them has a killer pair of shoes, gorgeous lingerie and a small purse with her private belongings. As they strut into the main room, the space comes alive. There are hands everywhere, bodies colliding, the sensual, primal cries of ecstatic women.

Women choose what they want, grab an ass or a dick and put it where they want: mouth, ass, rubbing dicks on their tits, on their faces. They grab men by the hair and shove their faces up their pussies. These women are in total bliss, men are just sex toys to serve them. It's primal and beautiful.

At one point, one of the women points to my cock and says, "I want to taste that one." I'm happy to oblige. She tires of me after a few minutes, gently pushes me away, then grabs another object to fill her holes. I'm in awe.

Throughout the evening, I see all the men taking breaks, but these women are insatiable! They can't get enough, and Pamy said we have to make sure no woman is left unsatisfied.

I'm doing my part, fucking the two women who signaled they wanted me. And that's the key. They asked for me, as did every single person in the room. At no point did I see a man get cocky (except, ironically, the husband of one of the women who tried to touch my dick without asking: he got a sharp slap and some nasty words for that one. I think he'll remember Inanna).

All the men were respectful, generous with their bodies, attentive to the body language of the goddesses who used them, and moved around the space appropriately. Women were the queens of the night, using men as they wished to satisfy their most primal desires.

A feminist vision of gang bangs

The most feminist thing a woman can do is take charge of her sexuality, even when it's outside the norm. Feminine Domination is just that, isn't it?

In a gang bang, the woman uses the men for her own pleasure. It's her body and her sexuality that are in the spotlight. She doesn't ask, she takes. She's the center of attention, and the men are there to serve her. See any parallels?

Are gang bangs feminist? I think there's certainly an argument to be made for that. If I didn't think so, I would never have participated. And I certainly wouldn't have accepted this second invitation to join another as soon as possible.