bdsm log: Roleplay Adventure in Dominiqueland (E Ticket Required)

Some men are experimenters. They dabble. Submission is not part of their psyche. Fetishes don’t guide their sex. They just like sampling a little of everything life has to offer. Especially if the sampling happens to involve beautiful women and nakedness.

James was bored. Work had been slow, the surf had been flat, and his friends were all busy with mundane pursuits. James needed to shake things up. He’d heard about Domination and submission and many things about it had sounded fun and challenging. He didn’t really identify with either “role” but many of the things he read about got his motor going. James had a fertile imagination and an ever-growing fantasy list and he was beginning to think now would be a good time to check a few items off of the list.

He had heard about me and my playthings and read a few blog entries. He decided to take the plunge and give me a call. He said he wanted to be surprised. He wanted to walk into an adventure and be swept up into a story whose ending he didn’t know. His only clues for me to build a session around were that he loved roleplaying games and he wanted two women to be involved.

So, at the appointed time and day, James showed up at my door. I pulled him inside by the front of his shirt before he could finish “Hello” and I breathlessly filled him in.

“I got her! She’s in the bedroom. We need to get the information out of her, no matter what it takes.”

I pulled James to the bedroom and revealed the perfect damsel in distress victim. The lovely and innocent (looking) plaything Morai was on her side on the bed, hog-tied and gagged, wearing matching lacy pink panties and bra (one succulent breast was about to pop loose from all of her wriggling), her huge brown eyes wide, frightened and pleading.

“What should we try first, James?”

James did not look bored any more. James had a canary-bird-eating grin slapped across his face. James rubbed his hands together as he considered the possibilities.