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A Simple Meeting It was a simple meeting for coffee, to get a bit more comfortable and to discuss interests. The beginning of the process that could lead to something much more fun over time. “Come over to my place and we’ll have coffee in the kitchen and get to know each other a bit.” While it wasn’t quite the early meetings at neutral public places approach preferred in the past for safety purposes, it seemed harmless enough. Go over, sit down, share some coffee and discuss experiences and desires. With some nervousness, in I went when the door was answered. Perhaps I had been a bit too curious with some of the questions and was getting bit cheeky. “How many subs have you done this too?” “Do you do this often?” “Where is your dungeon or play area?” “Can I see it?” The last one seemed to be where I was getting in a bit over my head. The tour of the dungeon resulted in more questions about the gear, the bonds, especially the heavy wooden bench in the middle of it all with the 4 heavy heather wrist and ankle shackles at the corners and straps to go over other parts of the body to hold it as still as desired. The question on the small leather strap in the middle just above the ankle brought a slightly annoyed and even-toned response, “To immobilize you further by tying tight and stretching your balls until it hurts to move an inch in any direction.” After some dumb question from me concerning how often this might be used or how much it was, there was a long silent pause. Then came a string of strict terse statements that froze me. “You will ask no more questions nor speak further until told to. I present you two options. One is that you will now remove all your clothing, fold each article neatly and pile them in the corner over there. Then you will drape your naked body over the bench, arms and legs spread wide, and wait to be bound.” My eyes froze on the bench in the middle of the room, fully transfixed as my heart raced. “The second option is you walk out through that door and leave possibly to never see this place again.” My eyes followed the pointing finger to the door that offered the easy and safest path. “Do not speak; make your decision now!” Looking down, I couldn’t help but notice how my hands were trembling as my fingers seemingly on their own started to unbutton the shirt. A jolt when through my whole body at the sound of the door being closed and locked. An even-toned, slow and domineering “Very good, slut, veeeeerrrryyy goooooood” caused my knees to weaken as I neatly folded and placed my pants in the corner as told and started to remove my underwear. |
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blushes .... yes I guess. A rather cheeky one at that I'm afraid!
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