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A note: Over the years I’ve posted in various forums about some of my experiences, sometimes because people have asked and other times just on a whim, but usually others have found some of it interesting or at least mildly entertaining. This kind of writing isn’t my usual thing so constructive criticism is welcome but please resist the urge to nitpick stupid grammatical things. Motel rooms. Did you ever wonder about the kinds of things that go on there? Or wonder about the kinds of people who arrange discreet rendezvous in such places? Not the married people who discreetly slip away for some extramarital excitement or D/s romp. But the harder core BDSM types who chase their darker desires in the shadows of those rooms. I didn't, not until I started exploring my darker BDSM interests and delving into the cruel and sadistic things people do as well as trying to understand what drew me to those things. Nothing special about this motel room today. But what's going on behind the door and closed curtains is more than most would imagine. He has me naked and seated in an armless chair. My legs are bound together at the ankles as well as above and below my knees. It seems overkill but I think he likes the total helplessness it conveys. My wrists are tied together behind the chair. And a rope runs from my wrists to my ankles, pulling my feet back under the chair so my toes barely touch the floor. A doubled rope tied around my waist goes to a knotted braid of rope pulled tight between my legs and backward to hold me back into the chair. The position is very secure but there’s enough freedom to struggle. Because struggling is clearly what he wants to see. Facing me a short distance away is another chair. And another naked girl bound just like me. Other than the way we’re tied, we stand out in contrast. She’s older and much curvier than me with large natural breasts that bounce and sway when she struggles. Where my skin is pale, she is deeply tanned except for discreet pale patches on her breasts and between her legs that suggest the modesty stolen from her here. We're both gagged with a large squishy ball held by a tight strap. The gag has been pretty good at keeping us quiet but the TV in the room drones and drowns out any odd noises that might escape. The girl in front of me is struggling wildly, her facial expression hidden by a black swim cap stretched over her face. Chest desperately heaving while her legs try to kick. Her large breasts bouncing and swinging. Body pulling and twisting against the ropes securing her. The braided rope between her legs grinding into her pussy. Head shaking wildly. I can see the terror in her body language and hear it in her muffled screams. He stands with that fucking stop watch. Only briefly glancing at it while he watches her frantic struggles as she slowly suffocates. A camera on a tripod capturing every nuance of her ordeal. It seems that he's drawing it out longer this time, making her endure prolonged agony and terror. He's used different things on us, some quick and some slow. Always suffocating us and watching our tortured dance. Recording it for his collection. The swim cap might be the worst. My breath still comes in sharp gasps and my body trembles a little from my turn moments ago. The other girl had watched my torture as I'm now watching hers, dreading that he’ll suddenly switch back to torturing me. Eventually he'll tire of this torture technique and leave us sitting here for a while. Bound and helpless. Too much time with the terrors in our own heads. Seeing the hopelessness and dread in each others eyes. Waiting for the next torture round. Dreading what technique he'll use. And wondering how much longer he'll do this to us..
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Nice, very nice. I’ll have to use that scene sometime.
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I'll settle for scene play with submissive, but if I get the opportunity...
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Hears the Eagles singing Hotel California, (I play this song way to often when I stay in a hotel) you can check out anytime you like but you can never leave
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very interesting scenario. I like the element of observations by the two opposing submissives. "One Big Sky Covers Us All Equally"
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Sometimes; if done properly, the mind fuck or mental torture is exponentially worse than any physical pain a piece of shit sub or slave will feel. But the ability to use both is an orchestration in perfect Dom works.
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2/28/2022 7:20 pm |
Whoa. Intense
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more?
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