The following report takes place at an underground fetish party I attended a couple of months ago. I was pretty excited when I wrote it because my game had just changed and I had a major mental shift in what I believed was possible.
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Term: Scene
Definition: A staged situation where people who have previously consented set up a “show” for the participants and onlookers.
Cast of Characters:
Serendipitous: Yours truly.
Le Stat: My good buddy of 23+ years.
Dominatrix: My target.
Friend: Dominatrix’s best friend and my conspirator and wing.
CockBlock-Hopkins: The competition.
Scene 1:
A hot blonde girl has tied up her cross-dressing b/f to a stripper pole and is beating the shit out of him with a large leather whip.
Scene 2:
The hostess had carrots and celery and cucumbers and summer squash and finally, a whole eggplant inserted into her vagina and vigorously fucked until she came. I heard she later cooked and ate them. How’s that for not wasting perfectly good food?
Scene 3:
A guy locked in a pillory (“nowhere to be found!”- sorry, Megadeth lyric..) while getting his back lashed with a cat-o-nine-tails. We’re talking breaking skin here and bleeding folks. The dominatrix in this scene is the one I would [Click to Continue Reading…]
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We were standing there, the three of us, horny as fuck, just waiting for it to happen. Each of the girls open to it, damp underneath (they confessed later), me standing there plotting a way to close the deal. If only these poor girls at school knew the shit I did to them on a regular basis. Hahaha…