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| I am an English Male and have been in "the scene" for many years in the UK, US and Japan and have had the pleasure to meet many interesting and fun people within this lifestyle. For me the magic is made in that space which exists between breaths, between the almost unbearable and the blessed relief granted to the submissive and the the wondrous exchange of power. The mind works wonderfully and is Capable of taking us to places through D/s, which are otherwise inaccessible to us, a meeting of spirits at its best. I'm interested in talking to others on the scene. I enjoy writting erotica and have attempt to captue the moments of some of my expereinces. This composition is not what I would have liked to post, but I daresay I will work on it. I understand that there are many areas and many people who believe they are into this lifestyle. Many do not understand that Submission is a gift a wonderful one. Trust and respect are everything. Below is an extract of a story I wrote a long time ago. Safe, sane consensual play, discussion - agreement - before we all dive in for the thrill. The text below may not match your fantasies. But I would be happy to understand what would.... ..................... Your mind clears... You reflect on the last few hours your life seems like a blurr, you can feel yourself floating up through the air. Of course this can't happen in real life, no one can float, especially when your wrists are secured above your head, in heavy leather cuffs, stretched wide as far as possible by a heavy iron spreader bar attached to a chain in the ceiling. Your legs mirroring your arms, equally wide apart again secured with heavy cuffs to another spreader bar. There is just enough space for the tips of your high heeld thigh boots to touch the ground if you struggle. How long have you been left like this? The large ball gag fills your mouth, prevents you from calling out, for relief for pleasure for pain. It started with you meeting your master for a drink in a bar in Roppongi. You had followed his instructions not to wear any panties and to wear a short leather skirt and high heels. Sitting at the table waiting for him, you feel like everyone knows, this both scares and excites you. Soon your master arrives, gently kissing your forhead as he hands you a package. You open the note...-it tells you to go to the bathroom. In the cubicle you open the package it contain a 6'' inch vibrator shaped like a penis attached to several leather straps. The instructions are clear you are to insert the device in you pussy and return to the table within 3 minutes. You have no lubricant but fortunately you are already slightly wet and it is easy for you to gently massage your clitorus making the next minute pleasurable, you know you dare not get too excited as your master expects you back soon. Then comes the belt, the first strap goes round your waist like a belt - the second from behind your back through your legs past your crotch and attaches to the front - at this point you realise this only has one way to fasten - via the keyless padlock also in the box. In order to fasten the belt you need to stretch the belt very tightly, which in turn pushes the vibrator deep inside your body, the wide leather strap wraps around your arse reminding you at every turn your bondage has begun. Eventually you here the click of the lock fastening. Your mind is racing how long have you been? The vibrator feels huge inside your body, as you leave the bathroom and hurry to back to the table. Your master offers you a glass of wine, smiling as he notices the discomfort as you sit - "later my pet" is his only comment. As you lift the glass there is a sudden buzz and the vibrator begins it's effortless task of teasing your womenhood - the glass drops to the floor as you let out a small sream. You didn't realise there was a remote control in your masters hand. As you stoop to help clear the mess you realise that people can see the straps securing your pleasure. Quickly you sit. The vibrations are coursing though your body, becoming stronger, you are so concerned that the people next to you can hear the muffled buzz as the leather strap vibrates against the chair. Your master laughs, increases the speed and asks "shall we go?" You both walk outside and get into a waiting taxi. As soon as the door closes your wrists are taken firmly by your master, placed behind your back and you hear the click, click of the handcuffs at the same time you feel the cool steel on your wrists - "please not here" escapes from your mouth. Immediately you regret having said it. Your Master instructs you to tell the taxi driver to go to the Alpha Inn, a bondage love hotel in Roppongi. You are forced out of the cab your wrists still shackled various people turn to look at you as your Master pays the taxi driver. The pavement is uneven and difficult to walk on in high heels. You enter the lobby not knowing what to expect hoping that no one further will see you. That was 30 minutes ago. Your are brought back to the present. The dungeon you are restrained in if filled with equipment, ropes, whips chains strange chairs, not all of it can be made out from the dim candle light. Your Master has promissed to use all of them on you before the end of the night......
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