Kneeling Between The Urinals
She got left in the men’s room as a punishment. It’s going to be a long night!
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She got left in the men’s room as a punishment. It’s going to be a long night!
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Here’s Trixie Delight on her first visit to one of those weekend orgy-getaway events:
IT’S A DARK THURSDAY NIGHT in northern Maryland, around 8 o’clock. I’m standing next to my car, and a man with a slight build has put me on a collar and leash, and he is telling me to take off my clothes.
This is our first meeting, and he looks like he does in his picture. Bald. Menacing.
A few weeks earlier, I had made contact with the bald man, whose name is Jefferson, through a dating site. He’s a blogger, sex educator, and orgy organizer. I asked him about the orgies and told him about my blog, Welfare MILF.
You should come to sex camp, he said.
What’s sex camp? I asked. Oh baby, was his reply.
When I looked at Dark Odyssey’s website the first time, I closed it, thinking, That looks interesting, but it’s not for me. The second time…well, maybe. Someday.
And the third time I signed up for camp.
I do not want to take my clothes off. I want to relax, vent, explore, have a smoke. I’m annoyed he’s asking me to do this straight away, before I’ve had a chance to get my bearings. It’s probably more fun for him this way, I’m sure.
In one of his blog posts, Jefferson had mentioned seeing a girl on a leash at camp and that this appealed to him. Intrigued, I offered to report to leash duty. Did you know that Bret Michaels designs a line for PetSmart? Bet you didn’t. Bret Michaels is looking for love on a leash, Jefferson quips.
I do not want to take my clothes off. But this is the game we’re playing, and Jefferson is not wavering. I take a deep breath and strip, throwing my discarded clothes into my car. I’m pissed, I’m uneasy, but I’m not scared.
“Good. I don’t want to see those clothes for the rest of the week. Give me your keys.”
Keys now too? I don’t know anyone here except for Jefferson, and this is the first time we’ve met. But I hand him my keys and he’s leading me by the leash through the parking lot. It’s clear and calm save for the screams from the nearby dungeon.
“You can talk,” he says. I shrug.
“Or not,” he says. “Suit yourself.”
…
We tramp down the grassy hillside. People regard us curiously but no one seems surprised to see a nude woman on a leash. Jefferson leads me up a short set of stairs to a series of attached cabins…
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Some movie-poster bondage punishment, from Spanking Blog:
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Recently at Device Bondage they spent an entire afternoon trying to teach Casey Calvert to crawl on the tips of her knees and elbows. Unfortunately, despite increasingly painful “encouragements” she simply couldn’t do it, and kept collapsing in a sweaty heap of pain and bondage tape:
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This is what happens to you if you take off all your clothes on a Chicago Transit Authority train and tell the other passengers to get off:
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Dom With A Pen writes:
This morning, I made girl breakfast — a very goofy egg-and-toast thing involving cutting shapes in the bread so the egg fills in the space. Yes, I know some of you are crying out “you’re a total Daddy Dom! She’s a little! OMG!” But that’s not how we identify ourselves. So zip it.
A little while later, I took her upstairs, showered her, bound her hands and licked/fingered/fucked her until she begged me to cum. (I allowed it.) Then, I pulled her to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. Obediently — because she knows it’s the way I like it — she placed her hands at the small of her back and maintained eye contact while I fucked her face. That by itself nearly drove me to the edge—and then, when I pulled out, she titled her head back, eyes still on mine, and opened her mouth. That did it. I came hard, on her face, on her neck, and then:
SCHRPLOOSH!!!
This totally random sideways jet of cum veered off at a ninety degree angle to splatter on our antique nightstand.
This never happens in porno movies.
We laughed until our stomachs hurt, and then she congratulated me on my excellent (albeit unconventional) marksmanship.
Later, as she walked out the door to go meet her girl friends, she said, ”Thank you for breakfast! And, you know, breakfast.”
Finally, a hospital-style ball gag (with a silicone ball) to go with the rest of The Stockroom’s sexy and stylish medical restraints:
All of you medical fetishists will love the latest addition to our medical line – a sleek, high-quality silicone gag that comes in two sizes.
This gag features a soft, tan leather strap with locking buckle and a soft but firm silicone ball, eliminating the bitter taste most rubber gags are notorious for.
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