Yes, I can see how a person could very easily be pulled into the lifestyle, especially if they have even a remote chance of possessing BDSM tendencies.
I can’t resist sitting in a chair that resembles a king’s throne, only differentiating in its appearance because it houses wide black straps that attach to a victim’s wrists and ankles. I close my eyes and let my imagination take over.
I never expected to be this enthralled with the dungeon when I set out to find it. I knew it would be different than anything I had ever seen, but I never expected to be so intrigued with it.
I find myself wondering what it would be like to see a scene unfold between two people in this room. I know I would never have the nerve to watch two people engaging in sex, but boy would I ever love to be a fly on the wall. In my mind, I try and figure out some way to be a spectator at a scene. I can always say it is for research purposes so I don’t appear to be interested in the lifestyle.
I breathe in deeply, once again taking in the smell of orange oil and leather. I am so caught up in my own world, allowing my senses to take over, that I never hear the door quietly open and David entering. If I had heard him, I would have jumped up and ran from the room. I certainly wouldn’t have allowed what happened next to happen.
David
I quietly make my way into the dungeon. Seeing her seated in the bondage chair like that is just too good to pass up.
I have to stifle a laugh when her eyes fly open as if she is a deer caught in headlights.
“Shh, it’s okay, it will be our little secret,” I state as I slowly pull the bolt through the rod iron hasp.
“It’s so much better with the restraints attached.” My hands work quickly before she has a chance to resist—verbally or physically.
“Close your eyes, Linda,” I speak as if soothing a frightened kitten.
I purposely make my way to the back of the chair and begin whispering into her ear as I place my hand gently around her throat.
“Now just imagine you are at my mercy; no longer do you have a say, or even a will, Linda. Now, there is only my will—my command.
“It can be so freeing for a strong business woman such as you. Letting go of all the responsibilities and letting someone you trust take over. BDSM is all about trust, Linda. You don’t realize it yet, but I am going to be your greatest ally in this game show you call ‘reality TV’.
“I want you, Linda… and I’ll play your little game, but you can be assured that before the six weeks is up, you’ll be mine. You can fight it, you can resist all you want, but I can assure you I am not a man who gives up easily. Your secrets are safe with me, Linda. This conversation never happened. The feelings you are experiencing right now will remain between you and me. I’m not the man you think I am. Always remember, Linda, things are not always what they appear to be. I’m not here for the reasons you think I am.”
I am glad I have her in a predicament because it means she has to listen to what I am saying. This is the beginning of the most important part of any relationship or friendship; it’s the time of establishing trust. The things I am saying to her right now will remain in her psyche and it means that I am doing exactly what I set out to do; I’m getting in her head. Being in her head ensures that even when I’m not around, I’m still with her. It is one of the first things any good Dom does—get inside a sub’s head—because he knows if you have a woman’s mind, you have the woman herself. This is only the beginning of her education. Little Ms. Independence is being trained and she doesn’t even realize it yet…
Linda
As quickly as he enters, he leaves. Leaving me here now unrestrained, yet still trapped in the sense he has successfully seared the experience, along with his words, into my subconscious. I will be trying to process what just happened for the next few days.
I will be trying to
I can’t resist sitting in a chair that resembles a king’s throne, only differentiating in its appearance because it houses wide black straps that attach to a victim’s wrists and ankles. I close my eyes and let my imagination take over.
I never expected to be this enthralled with the dungeon when I set out to find it. I knew it would be different than anything I had ever seen, but I never expected to be so intrigued with it.
I find myself wondering what it would be like to see a scene unfold between two people in this room. I know I would never have the nerve to watch two people engaging in sex, but boy would I ever love to be a fly on the wall. In my mind, I try and figure out some way to be a spectator at a scene. I can always say it is for research purposes so I don’t appear to be interested in the lifestyle.
I breathe in deeply, once again taking in the smell of orange oil and leather. I am so caught up in my own world, allowing my senses to take over, that I never hear the door quietly open and David entering. If I had heard him, I would have jumped up and ran from the room. I certainly wouldn’t have allowed what happened next to happen.
David
I quietly make my way into the dungeon. Seeing her seated in the bondage chair like that is just too good to pass up.
I have to stifle a laugh when her eyes fly open as if she is a deer caught in headlights.
“Shh, it’s okay, it will be our little secret,” I state as I slowly pull the bolt through the rod iron hasp.
“It’s so much better with the restraints attached.” My hands work quickly before she has a chance to resist—verbally or physically.
“Close your eyes, Linda,” I speak as if soothing a frightened kitten.
I purposely make my way to the back of the chair and begin whispering into her ear as I place my hand gently around her throat.
“Now just imagine you are at my mercy; no longer do you have a say, or even a will, Linda. Now, there is only my will—my command.
“It can be so freeing for a strong business woman such as you. Letting go of all the responsibilities and letting someone you trust take over. BDSM is all about trust, Linda. You don’t realize it yet, but I am going to be your greatest ally in this game show you call ‘reality TV’.
“I want you, Linda… and I’ll play your little game, but you can be assured that before the six weeks is up, you’ll be mine. You can fight it, you can resist all you want, but I can assure you I am not a man who gives up easily. Your secrets are safe with me, Linda. This conversation never happened. The feelings you are experiencing right now will remain between you and me. I’m not the man you think I am. Always remember, Linda, things are not always what they appear to be. I’m not here for the reasons you think I am.”
I am glad I have her in a predicament because it means she has to listen to what I am saying. This is the beginning of the most important part of any relationship or friendship; it’s the time of establishing trust. The things I am saying to her right now will remain in her psyche and it means that I am doing exactly what I set out to do; I’m getting in her head. Being in her head ensures that even when I’m not around, I’m still with her. It is one of the first things any good Dom does—get inside a sub’s head—because he knows if you have a woman’s mind, you have the woman herself. This is only the beginning of her education. Little Ms. Independence is being trained and she doesn’t even realize it yet…
Linda
As quickly as he enters, he leaves. Leaving me here now unrestrained, yet still trapped in the sense he has successfully seared the experience, along with his words, into my subconscious. I will be trying to process what just happened for the next few days.
I will be trying to
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