Bikinisub

Two Amazons are throwing a Frisbee.

This wasn't just another pool day.  It was our friend's birthday.  She asked if she could spend Saturday with us at our pool.  The weather was going to be nice and the water was nice and cool.  My wife prepared a cooler with ice and drinks.  She set up three lounge chairs next to each other by the pool.  

Our friend came and we started the party.  She brought kinky shots and we had drinks and grooved to the music while we sunbathed.  When it got warm we jumped into the pool.  My sub was in between us making sure we were well oiled.  I could tell she was enjoying herself.  

After awhile, I grabbed a Frisbee and began tossing it to our friend.  She got on one side of the pool and I was on the other.  My sub, smiling, watched us catch the disc behind our backs, between our legs and other tricks.  There we were, two tall athletic bikini girls having fun.  My wife enjoyed every minute of it.  

She's headed out to meet her client for a training session.  What time are you coming home I ask.  A couple of hours she says.  I put your drinks on the top shelf in the fridge so you can get them easier.  Ok be careful and remember your situational awareness I tell her.  Okay!  She replies.  

I watch her get into her car and take the top down.  She looks into the mirror to check her makeup.  She puts on her sunglasses and drives away.  

I go to the fridge and I see a post it note on my protein drink.  I'll bring food on my way back, love you! It says. I look around and everything reminds me of her.  I take a few sips.  This one tastes like chocolate.  I sit down on my brown leather club chair and do some reading.  

I'm watching TV in my bedroom with my sub and I step out for a moment.  I don't hear anything.  It's quiet.  My sub has paused the TV so I don't miss anything while I'm away.  Does anyone else's sub do this?

I'm eating a snack while on my phone.  My sub comes over and empties the ash tray I'm using.  

She's out by the pool in her bikini and grilling shish kebabs for dinner.  She comes inside and I ask her where she was.  I'm grilling kebabs for dinner.  I'm making them early so we can enjoy the pool.  

I'm getting a massage while on my pool float.  She works on my legs arms and my neck.  

I'm reading my book while sunbathing by the pool.  She's in the pool doing the same.  She gets out and heads into the house.  I ask where are you going?  She replies, to freshen up your drink. 

She anticipates my every need.  

Once again my sub has made our vacation pleasurable.  She did all the packing.  I drove.  It was 10 days of relaxation in the sun.  We celebrated our anniversary.  I got her diamond and Ruby earrings.  She made sure I was glistening with oil.  We swam in our bikinis.  We got ice cream in our bikinis.  We ate at McDonald's in our bikinis.  We did shopping in our bikinis.  We love the beach life.  

I'm not sure why this surprises anyone but I have had my expenses reimbursed in order to attend a play party or bdsm function.  In order to garner interest in a new dungeon or group the organizers will reach out to an edge player or other lifestyle to attend their party or function.  It happens all the time.  Organizers will advertise this in order to boost ticket sales or entry fees.  

An example of this was when I was asked to do a suspended whipping scene at the grand opening of a new dungeon.  They saw me do a session and reached out to me.  They arranged for a place for me to stay, they handled the transportation and entry fees.  All I had to do was show up.  

Some times I would ask for equipment modifications beforehand and those would be handled.  Other times I would ask for special lighting or music and that would be taken care of.  

Since I don't do sex play I don't consider this sex work.  I consider it an opportunity to perform my fantasy in a new exciting place.  It turns me on that people are willing to do whatever it takes to have a fun and exciting function that includes me!

The Throne Room

Our friends were meeting us at the dungeon.  We tried this scene at home and we ended up pulling out the ceiling chains from the rafters.  The set up was for suspension not stretching.  So we planned on doing this stretching scene in the throne room at the dungeon.

That was the plan. 

The set up was simple.  I was going to be in the middle and our friends were going to be on each side of me.  My wrists were attached to chains that went to the ceiling and the excess chain hanged down on each side of me so that our friends could pull them.  

The dominant watched from the throne placed in n front of me.  She would give the order and the chains would be pulled and I would be lifted onto the air with my arms pulled wide. 

That was the plan.  

For this scene I didn't have much to do.  All I had to do was strip down to my string bikini bottoms and attach chains to my suspension cuffs.  My arms were spread wide as I waited for the order.  

"Stretch her!" 

The husband and wife on either side of me started pulling the chains.  But they struggled.  By flexing my biceps I was able to fight the chains.  Two more friends who were watching joined in.  Now there were two people on each side of me pulling the chains.  By flexing my biceps I was still able to fight the chains.  

Two more people joined in.  I now had six people trying to pull me apart.  I was now on my tiptoes as my arms were being pulled wide and I was being stretched.  Two more people joined in.  I now had eight people, four on each side, pulling the chains that were now stretching me.  

I was now lifted off the floor with my arms tightly stretched by the chains.  I let out a long moan of pain as I was being pulled apart.  My torturers looked up at my torture stretched body and waited for the order 

"Enough!"

They let go of the chains and I dropped to the floor.  Spent.  

More Male Energy 

I've come to realize that all of women in my inner circle are tomboys.  It's not like I'm attracted to them exclusively.  I just seem to like athletic women.  Take my Romanian girlfriend for example.  She's definitely the head of the household in her relationship.  She makes all of the money and makes all of the major decisions.  In fact, she's been with the same guy for years and they're not married.  She likes the idea that she could split at any time.  

My other girlfriend is very much a tomboy.  Rather than doing girly things she's much more at home working on a car or building a deck.  She also likes being nude and playing pickleball.  We get along because she's a bikini girl like me.  We spend lots of time together sunbathing and talking.  She loved the swinger lifestyle.  

I have a gay girlfriend who's been with the same girl for a long time.  We don't spend much time together as I'd like because my wife is very jealous of her.  But we have a lot in common and I know she's attracted to me.  Her significant other is butch looking.  She runs her own business and is very smart.  The last thing in these girls mind is a man!

And then there's my submissive wife.  She spends most of her time thinking about how to please me.  To the outside world she's this dynamic ball of energy whose ready to pitch in for the fight.  At home, she wants to do everything I want to do.  She can turn that male energy on and off like a switch.  

We both know who is in charge here.  

Male energy.

It may not look like it but my sub gives off male energy.  Maybe it's because as a personal trainer she has to have a sense of command over her clients.  She sometimes has to motivate them to push themselves during a workout.  

In the beginning of our relationship it was working great.  As part of my job I met a lot of wealthy people and when they saw how fit I am the conversation would sometimes shift and they would ask me, "How do you stay so fit?". So I'd tell them about my personal trainer and hand them her card.  I wouldn't mention that she was my sub wife of course.  They'd contact her and she'd train them.  Sometimes she would travel to their homes and work out there.  It was interesting and fun watching this woman push clients to their limits.  

She's the same way with me at home.  Our workouts together are hard and the results are amazing.  Even as my sub, her make demeanor helps me to push harder and I love that about her.  

Our girlfriend came over for a pool day.  All three of us were at an art festival and we decided not to waste such a beautiful day by cutting it short and hitting the pool for some sunbathing.  My sub was outside with our friend setting things up and I smiled as I watched her through the sliding glass door.  She set up three lounge chairs next to each other but made sure she was in the middle and we were on either side of her.  

She does this because she doesn't want our friend too close to me when we sunbathe.  Again, that make energy protecting me from any potential glances or touching.  As a gay woman who chose me as her soulmate I allow her this behavior.  As her dominant, I encourage her jealous nature.  It'll come handy one day.  

"I will serve.  I will be of service."

That's one of my favorite lines from the John Wick movies.  It's an oath of service.  Those of us who have service subs understand this devotion and cherish it.  

Is there anything else I can help you with?

You never know when bdsm enters your life in the vanilla world.  I really enjoyed living in SW Florida.  I used to live in Cape Coral which is a suburb of Fort Myers , a much bigger city where I worked.  On days off I would go to the nearby beaches of Ft.Myers, Sanibel Island or other places to sunbathe and swim.  There was a yacht club nearby where I went a lot to lay out and preen in the bright sun.  Guys would whistle at me as they moved along in their boats and I would smile.  

Between my house and the yacht club near the corner of Cape Coral Parkway and Coronado Parkway was a bikini shop located in a small strip mall.  I would go in there to look at their bathing suits from time to time.  I bought a few bikinis from them.  I think it was the third or fourth time I went there that I realized they also sold adult toys.  It never occurred to me to look around the entire store when I was there.  I'd go in and head straight to the swimsuits and the dressing room and the cashier area.  

Had I looked, there was a wall that separated the clothes from the toys.  I just never looked.  There were vibes, lubes and other sex toys displayed on the wall that was out of sight from the rest of the store.  

On the way back from the yacht club I stopped at the store.  I was wearing a crop top and bikini bottoms at the time.  This was normal for Floridians to be dressed this way.  I bought a bikini one time and went to pay for it.  It was then that I noticed for the first time that underneath the glass counter was a whole selection of restraints and other bondage items.  I glanced at them while I waited for the owner to come to the register.  She was a tall BBW, about 50 and had long red hair.  

Owner:  Anything else sweetie? Smiling

Me:  I never noticed before that you sold bondage stuff.  I usually just bought bikinis here.  

O:  Is there anything you want to see? 

M:  Yes, I'd like to see those suspension cuffs and that spreader bar.  

She reached under the glass case and brought out the cuffs and the bar.  The cuffs were very nice.  The leather was thick and the buckle was sturdy.  It was the spreader bar I wasn't too sure about.  It was made of wood and had eyebolts on either end.  It was about three feet long.  

M:  This doesn't look very sturdy, at least for suspension.  Do you sell metal ones?

O:  You're about 120 pounds right?  It'll hold you up.  I'm sure of it. 

M:  Hmm I don't know.  I like the cuffs and I want a spreader bar but I'm not sure a wooden one would do the trick.  

I was kind of embarrassed having this conversation in this store but when I looked around nobody was there but us at the time. 

O:  Look, I can have you try it out in the back room if you want.  I can hook you up and you can see how it feels.  She pointed to the back room behind a curtain near the adult area.

I looked at the area where she pointed and thought, well if this is a trick I can at least yell out to anyone who comes into the store.  I looked at her again and thought, well she doesn't look like a serial killer.  

M:  Ok.

She led me past the curtain and it was just a plain ok storeroom with boxes and shelving units and clothes racks.  There was a chain hanging from the rafter in the ceiling that hung in an open area underneath a sky light.  I put on the cuffs and she attached them to the ends of the spreader bar.  She told me to stand on a chair and she attached the bar to the chain.  

O:  Ok step off the chair.  

I stepped off and hung there while she pulled away the chair.  She smiled as she looked at me. 

O:  How does it feel?  Try moving a bit.  

I wiggled around and the bar held my weight.  I was about to say something when we heard the door chimes.  

O:  Oh shit a customer.  Be right back.  

She left me hanging there alone in the stockroom.  I could hear her talking to the customer.  There was a bit of back and forth.  She was gone for only a minute or two.  She came back and peeked at me through the curtains.  

O:  Are you ok?

I nodded yes.  She went back to front and I could hear more talking.  Finally after a few minutes I heard the door chimes again.  She came back and smiled at my suspended body.  

O:  I'm so sorry.  You look amazing by the way.  

She got the chair and helped me down.  She helped me remove the cuffs and we went back to the front together.  It took me a few moments to comprehend just what happened.  I just did a suspension scene in a bikini store!  

O:  Is there anything else I can help you with?

M:  No, I'll put it on my credit card.  

The prop master and the wardrobe stylist got me ready for the rack scene.  I was given a dungeon rag to wear over my tiny bikini.  It was adjusted so the bikini would be hidden underneath it.  I think it was supposed to be white but it was made to look worn and tattered.  The PM led me to the rack.

PM: Have you used one of these before?

Me: Yes, many times but slightly different.

PM:  Ok this one only has one roller at the top.  There's a wooden plank that will go under your butt.  That will lift your body off the surface so the camera can see some of you from behind.  

Me:  Ok I think I understand.  

I laid down on the rack and my wrists and ankles were attached by ropes to the far corners.  The plank was positioned behind me.  Water was sprayed on me from a bottle and the slack on the ropes were taken in.  The assistant director explained.  

AD:  Ok everyone quiet on the set.  This shot is going to take a few camera angles.  I want a slow pan of her body from toes to hands.  You just need to look very distressed ok?

Me:  Ok.  

AD:  Action!  

I pretended to struggle in my bonds and my chest heaved slightly as I writhed in mock pain.  

AD: Cut!  Reposition!

The camera was now filming from the top of my head looking down at my body.  

AD: Action!  Reposition!

The camera was now suspended above me and filmed my spread eagle body.  

AD: Cut!  Alright everyone well done.  So how do you feel? Do you think you can handle being strung up?

Me:  Sure.  I need a quick bathroom break ok?

AD:  Take five everyone.  

I went to the bathroom to gather my thoughts.  I couldn't tell if anyone saw how turned on I was being on that rack in front of everyone.  Now I was about to be suspended.  I hope I can get through this without squirting on everything! I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror.  My stomach was nice and flat and my tits were firm and round.  I smiled and went back on set.  

PM: Ok I'm going to suspend you here.  The director would like for your ankles to be tied as well so that you're stretched.  Are you ok with that?  

Me:  Yes.  I've done this before.  

PM:  Ok if you have any problems just say so.  You're not gagged so just let me know and I'll come get you down but remember it's going to take a few seconds so don't get panicked ok?

Me:  Ok no worries.  I offer my wrists to him with a smile.  

I'm fitted with the restraints and taken to the suspension area.  The director explains that this scene will also be taken with different angles and that I'll have to stay put while the camera is repositioned.  The entire set is watching as I'm suspended spread eagle in chains.  My body is wetted down like before.  When the director yells action the camera films my stretched body from different angles.  I can see myself in the monitor just off set.  The camera is slowly panning over my stretched thighs and my hip bones and then my stretched ribs.  My face is a mask of pain as I endure the stretching.  

AD:  Cut! 

There is applause on the set.  I'm surrounded by the other actors and crew on the set as they shower me with compliments.  The prop master is all smiles as he takes me down.  That was awesome! He says. 

Thanks

My wife's first words to me were a warning. "You're going to fry out there!" 

I looked up from the sundeck at my condo and saw this pretty girl looking at me from a second floor balcony.  She had long black hair and was wearing a short crop top that showed off her flat stomach.  I waved and I told her I was fine and had lots of suntan oil.  I went back to reading the Washington Post like I did every Sunday morning.  

I was new here, this was my first summer at this place.  It was steps away from the subway and had a big pool, a tennis court and gym.  I loved the sundeck, a big wide area for sun worshippers like me.  So every Sunday id head to the sundeck with my towel and the paper.  I would do a few floor exercises and sunbathe while reading the paper. I was flattered that this girl was watching me.  

She was now talking to me every time she saw me.  "What are you reading?" she asked.  "Would you like a water?"  She would toss me a water when I said sure.  Over time I began to look forward to seeing her.  Eventually I asked if she played tennis.  She did.  She was pretty good and had a good forehand.  During a match we took a water break as we were at the net.  "Your shoe is untied." she said.  I looked down and she kneeled down and retied my shoe.  

Tennis led to workouts in the gym.  She told me she was a trainer.  She'd give me tips on form and spotted me when I needed it.  I was doing a bent over row exercise and she spotted me and I felt her hand on my waist.  Her hand slowly went to my back and drifted lower onto my butt.  I could feel her fingertips touch the outline of the back of my bikini underneath my gym tights.  So now I knew she wanted more than a friendship.  

We talked about bdsm.  She didn't understand it.  I told her about my kinks and why it turned me on.  I'll never forget her reply.  "Why don't you let me train you so you look stretched all the time?". The truth of it was that we love each other.  She's gay.  She's had a lot of trauma caused by men and wants nothing to do with them.  She understood my needs and we agreed that if this was going to work, she would have to accept my kink and I would never cheat on her.  She's met all my friends and doesn't participate in bdsm.  

You might be asking How can this be?  This lifestyle is all about meeting one's needs.  As long as both sides agree to things it'll work out for all.  All I told her to do was to surround herself with beautiful things.  

So my wife is my service sub.  She takes care of our home, she cooks for me, she takes care of the pool, the Jacuzzi, grocery shopping.  She loves it.  It was raining one day when I drove home from work and there she was, in her bare feet holding an umbrella for me to walk me to the house. She decorates for the holidays.  I hear her on the phone telling others how happy she is.  She knows that I love it when she walks around in a T-shirt and bikini.  She works out.  She loves sunbathing with me.  We fulfill each other's needs. 

So to my lovely wife and sub, I thank you for your commitment to me and the love you've given me.  

The script was essentially a love story.  The narrator, Heather, describes how she gets revenge after her husband cheats on her.  There's lots of sex and torture going on as any porn movie would have.  My character was simply an innocent girl who was captured and tortured because Heather's character thought I was the one her husband was with.  

We'd have these read through sessions which to me were funny because I didn't have any dialogue other than some moaning and screaming.  If you think about it, not everyone has a good scream.  It took some practice.  

I met with the makeup girl who handed me a bag of stuff.  What's this? I asked.  It's your costume she said.  I looked inside and there were 20 string bikini bottoms in various colors inside.  I gave her this puzzled look.  She said I know, there's a lot but I had the material and wanted to make them in different colors in case the director wanted it. 

I held up a black one and it basically was a couple of triangles and some string.  I tried it on and it looked great.  I was able to pull the strings up high on the sides like I like it.  Can I keep them? I asked.  Of course she said.  I smiled, thanks! 

After she styled my hair and did my make up we headed for the set.  There was a lot going on.  Gaffers were busily adjusting cables and lights and the cameraman was setting up.  I could overhear a conversation between the director and the set manager.

SM: Ok Heather heads for the dungeon and her and a guard go at it.  Then they talk about torture girl.  Who's torture girl?

Jim:  She's that new bondage model from the pool party.  

SM:  Oh, ok.  They go to the dungeon where torture girl is tied to the wheel of pain.  They spin her around and interrogate her.  Then they leave her there and go to the bedroom and the guard and the servant girl do it on the bed while she watches.  How do you want to light that?

Jim:  I want it as natural as possible.  No floods. 

The prop master, the nice man who built all the equipment on set came over to me.  I stood in front of him wearing my bikini bottom.  He looked me up and down.  "Ok you look great.  Are you ready?".  I nodded yes.  He led me to the wheel.  I was instructed to stand inside the wheel spread eagle with my back to a small square pad.  My wrists and ankles were bound to the rim of the wheel and a wide belt was strapped to my belly.  Tight.  A gag was put on me.  

PM: It takes about 5 seconds for you to spin around.  Thank goodness you're tall so it should look fantastic.  When the director says action I'll flip the switch.  You'll keep spinning until he says cut.  Got it?

I nodded yes.  I looked directly ahead.  I sucked my tummy in as much as I could.  I heard "Action!". I slowly was spun around and around.  I just stared forward trying not to react.  I could see my image in the monitor in the background as the camera slowly panned down from my head to my  toes.  My ribs were showing and my hip bones were sticking out.  

Heather stood in front of me and pretended to interrogate me.  I heard  "Cut!". The machine stopped.  

Jim: No no this won't work Heather.  You're asking her questions and she's wearing a gag.  It doesn't make sense.  Let's do it again without the gag.  He walked over to me and asked, Are you ok? Do you think you can do it again?

I nodded yes and smiled.  

My gag was removed and the scene was reshot.  After it ended the set erupted in applause.  I was untied and helped to a nearby chair.  The actors on set said I looked awesome and sexy.  

Jim:  We can stop here if you want or we can do the rack scene.  

Me:  I feel good.  I'd love the rack.  

Jim: You see Heather?  Those muscle girls were a joke.  What good are all those muscles if you can't take any pain?  Ok everyone, take five and we'll stretch her on the rack.  

The Pitch

It was late afternoon when Heather asked me to go with her to Jim's office.  A few dozen people were still enjoying the pool and patio while listening to music.  I followed her into the house and was led to Jim's office.  It was  masculine looking with leather chairs and a sofa and a mahogany desk.  I looked around and there were framed movie posters on the wall.  They were gaudy with titles such as Bound Bitch and Mantool.  I could read Jim's name on them as directed by.  Jim came in, smiled at us and sat down and lit a cigar.

Jim, puffing smoke:  I'm so glad you came today.  As you can see we're like a family.  We have a lot of fun.  I don't want you to feel any pressure to do anything so let me explain what this is all about.  I make movies as you can see. I've done pretty well.  Heather has starred in a lot of them.  We both love bondage and want to do a movie with bondage and torture.  Not real torture of course. 

My sweet baby (looking at Heather) has written a script which I think is dynamite.  It's the kind of movie that I think people will want to stay until the end to see what happens.  When we saw your scene at the party the other day I said to her that you'd be perfect for it.  

Me:  I'm not a porn actress.

Jim, grinning:  No no we already got that.  We think you'd be a good bondage model.  We would respect your limits of course and there'll be a female coordinator there the whole time.  

Heather:  I'm narrating it.  I'll be your torturer.  You don't have to memorize any lines or anything.  We just want to film your reactions to the torments.  When we watched you being whipped while being suspended that night we just fell in love with your reactions and emotions.  

Me, looking at both of them:  Can I see the script?

Heather:  Of course!  Better yet, would you like to see the torture chamber?

Jim: Go show her the set.  Look, no pressure.  We understand if you don't want to do this.  It'll be fun. Think about and let me know.  

Jim got up and shook my hand and smiled.  Heather and I left the room and I was led through the cavernous home to a large door with an unlit "Quiet On Set" sign.  She opened the door and I looked around.  

It was a movie set.  The set was a medieval torture chamber with stone (fake) walls.  I saw a rotating wheel of pain, a rack, a suspension frame and a crucifix.  Everything looked so real.  It blew me away.

Heather: So what do you think?

Me: I'm in.  

Next up Action!

The pool party was in Royal OUak,  a very nice suburb of Houston.  I was admiring all the large homes with long driveways and manicured lawns.  When I arrived at the house, I pulled into the driveway and parked behind a Tesla.  I checked my face in the mirror and got out of my car.  I wore a black string bikini under a black cover up with a pair of wedges and some sunglasses.  

I could hear voices, music and splashing on the other side of the privacy fence.  I opened the door and I looked around.  From my left was the back of the house that had a covered patio.  The large yard surrounded a big pool with lounge chairs and tables with umbrellas.  To the right was a tiki bar.  I headed there.  

Heather called out to me , "Hey! I'm glad you made it.  Why don't you get a cocktail and chill? Bartender?  Give her whatever she wants."

I smiled and asked for a hurricane.  Coming right up, he said.  I looked around and saw people enjoying the day.  Most were in or near the pool.  There was mostly a mixture of 20 and 30 somethings.  A group of four were sitting at a table enjoying a blunt.  I headed there.  

Me, smiling:  Can I try?

"Sure gorgeous" a handsome guy said and handed it to me.  "Hey are you that new girl I heard about?" 

Me, smiling:  "Maybe!"

Heather, waving to get my attention:  "Come here I want to introduce you to someone.". She led me towards the house as Jim and another man were emerging from the back.  

Jim, looking at the other man:  This is the one I told you about."  This is Renee, he provides the financing for my movies. "

Renee, smiling at me:  It's nice to meet you.  I heard you have a nice set of abs. May I see them?

I opened my cover up and showed off my body.  I flexed my abs and instinctively did a bicep pose.  

Renee, still smiling:  You have a very nice body.  Any tattoos?"

Me:  "No, I'm all natural.". I glanced at Heather, smiling.  

Jim, to me:  "Enjoy the party.  We'll talk later." And the two men walk back inside the house.  

Heather, to me:  "Let's go swimming."

And we spent the rest of the afternoon just partying and enjoying the pool.  Throughout the day I met other people in the movie business.  There was a black female actress.  A Latino male actor said hello.  I met a lighting guy, a sound guy, some grips, gaffers, a set manager, a camera man and an editor.  I had no idea what some of them did until they explained it to me.  No wonder films are so expensive. 

Next, The Pitch

Tonight's play party was a huge success with hundreds of people attending.  Still filled with adrenaline we did not want to go home yet.  It was early in the morning so a group of us decided to go someplace to grab a bite to eat.  We ended up at a diner located near the industrial part of Houston.  

My friend and I ended up in a large booth with a couple of acquaintances, Jim and Heather. Jim was a nice looking man, 50ish with salt and pepper hair.  Heather was in her 40s, petite and long wavy brown hair.  We were chatting about the party and sipping on coffee and juice.  

Jim looked at me and said, I watched your suspension scene tonight and I was impressed.

Heather was smiling and looking at me.

Me: I'm glad you liked it.  I've been doing that for a long time.  

Jim: Do you know me? Do you know what I do?

I glanced at Heather and looked at Jim.  Yes I know what you do.  You make porn films.  To be honest I don't think I've seen any of your work.  

Jim smiling: Ah yes, my reputation precedes me again.  Yes I've made a lot of films over the years.  I I think I have a pretty good eye for these things.  Do you know much about the business?

Me: I can't say that I do.  Why do you ask?

Jim:  I'm having a pool party later.  I think you should come.  It'll be fun. 

Heather:  Have you been to Jim's house yet?  

Me:  No.  

Heather:  You will.  It'll be fun. 

Next, Pool Party

Finish her!

The whipping scene has gone on for 40 minutes.  My whipped body now hangs in my chains as the whipping stops.  I can see through the slits in the mask the looks of shock and surprise in the faces of the crowd watching my torture.  I can see the faces of some of my friends smiling at me.  They know what’s about to happen.

My loin cloth is removed which shows the neon red string bikini I was wearing underneath it.  It glows like a hot coal in the black light.  My torturer comes in close and runs her hands over my whipped body and the raised welts on my stomach and thighs.  She goes over to the chain and starts pulling it.  It’s at this point the people watching think that I’m being lowered but I’m not.  I’m being tightened.

I’m being suspended higher now and the ankle chains are getting tighter.  The room is silent as I’m now being torture stretched.  My ribs are clearly visible now and my belly gets pulled flat.  I’m moaning loudly now as my pain level has now reached a ten.  It’s now very difficult to breathe and I’m suffering.  I’m struggling with the last safety ball in my hand as I try to dangle it out of fingers in order to drop it, a clear signal to my torturer that I’m finished. 

I can see the look of horror in some of the faces of the people watching my torment. I manage to drop the ball and I’m lowered to the floor, exhausted.  The scene ends with a passionate kiss from my torturer and I limply stand there still in chains.   My mask is removed and I’m led to a nearby bondage table to recover.  I’m surrounded by friends and a few attendees as they ask how I am and if I’m alright. A few want to see my welts.  I guess it’s too see if the welts real.  They are.  I’m showered with compliments and it makes me feel fantastic.  I’m going to remember this night for a long time.  

I wouldn’t let anyone whip me like that!

The sound of a chain hoist makes an unmistakable rattling noise when it’s being used. You can hear it wherever you are in the dungeon.  The crowd watches as I’m slowly being hoisted up into the air.  They see my torturer playing around with a very long single tail and let’s a crack a few times, CRACK!  It sounds like a gun shot.  Through the mask I can see the dungeon monitors making the crowd, over a hundred by now, stand back so there’s plenty of room for the scene about to take place. 

The first lash was a doozy, WU-TISH!  It wrapped around my waist and left a nice red welt across my belly.  There was a pause and then another lash WU-TSIH! That one was across my tits leaving another welt.  This went on for awhile until my body was covered in beautiful red welts from my tits to my knees.  I could hear some guy nearby get up from his seat and say “There’s no way I would let anyone whip me like that!” and storm off to another part of the dungeon.  I have to say that I thought his reaction was funny because only a newbie would say that.  I’m like dude, I’m enjoying this!   I guess my moans and grunts during my whipping really caused a stir as the crowd now swelled to a lot of people. 

As for me, my pain level is a 7.  I’m in pain but I know it’s not over.  I drop one of the safety balls I was holding onto (which in my opinion is better than a safeword) and it signals my torturer that I’m ready for the last part of the scene. 

Oh wow, that looks sexy.

 I don’t want to give away what I think is the best part of the scene so I manage to change into a small leather loin cloth that ties on the sides.  Imagine Jane in the Tarzan movies.  I’m wrapped in a big towel as I change in front of everyone.  I put on a hard leather mask and collar I use to protect my face and neck from the whip.  It’s cool looking and like a medieval mask with slits over the eyes.  It will protect my face and ears from any errant lashes during the scene. 

I put on some ankle cuffs and drop the towel put it away.  I’m now topless in front of a crowd of people eager to see what was going to happen.  I grab two squishy rubber balls (more on this later) in my hands and I walk under the spreader bar and my wrists are attached to the suspension cuffs and my ankles are attached to the floor chains. I’m facing the crowd as I’m getting slowly oiled up.  I know the lighting and the oil really show off the definition of the muscles of my thighs and belly.  My mind is racing now.  I know what is going to happen to my body.  I can feel eyes all over my shiny glistening flesh.  Enigma is playing in the background. I feel sexy, powerful and excited. 

What Is she doing?

Dear reader, I’ve been told that I can drone on about these things but for lifestylers, the minutia of it all is fun to read about.  I had a lot of things to do to set this scene up.  By this time, there were groups of people from the convention walking around and looking at all the play areas there.  There was a throne room, a cage, various crosses, spanking benches, bondage tables and the like.  It was a big play space with lots of equipment to use.  There I am, in the back, quietly setting up my scene.  I’m still in street clothes but I’m getting some attention from passersby.  I know where everything is so I’m just doing my thing and getting into the subspace. 

First, I adjust the lighting.  The suspension station had this big overhead light fixture which I don’t need and so I have to turn it off.  To do this, I had to grab this very long pole device which is used to change lightbulbs in tall areas and use it to unscrew the blub so it goes out. I prefer the eerie look of a darker area because it reminds me of the scary dungeons you see in the movies.  People are watching me now, not sure about what I’m doing.

Next, I roll up the Oriental rug placed underneath the chain hoist of the suspension station which exposes the bare concrete floor beneath it and place it away.  I then screw in two eyebolts into the recessed mounts in the floor and attach two pieces of chain to each eyebolt.  These will be for my ankles.  I place two large black light fixtures on either side of the area and turn them on. 

Lastly, I replace the 2ft spreader bar attached to the chain hoist with a 4ft one I brought and attach two suspension cuffs to them.  Everything has been measured out and I’m just about ready.  I just had to get the management to play some Enigma on the stereo system.   By now, a group of people are standing and watching.  My friends, who’ve seen this before, find places to sit so they have a good view. Time to strip. 

Time to play.

 To some, to do what I go through during a public scene looks easy.  Being suspended and whipped is panful and it took me a long time to perfect this fantasy of mine.  If one tiny detail is off, it can ruin the whole experience.  My goal is always to suffer as much pain as I can for a long as I can for the mutual benefit of my torturer.  So it looks easy because I spent a lot of time practicing it. 

Those of you who do public play can probably relate to this.  Sometimes the smallest thing such as a dog barking in the background or one bond is too tight or too loose can screw things up and poof, you’re no longer in the right head space and it ruins everything.  One example of this is when I was tied face to face with another girl and we’re about to get flogged.  On paper, this should have been a hot scene but I took a whiff of her breath and it was nasty. I’m surprised she didn’t catch my reaction but I didn’t tell her why I stopped the scene short.  I made some excuse and it ended.  Next time, have some breath mints handy. 

For this night, I wanted to put on a show.  I arrived at the dungeon a bit early, knowing that the attendees of the convention would be arriving any minute now.  I head straight to the suspension station to claim it in case someone else beat me to it.  I place the toy bags on a large credenza nearby and started to feel excited about what was going to happen to me.  The suspension station was all the way in the back of the dungeon and I was already seeing small groups of people milling in.  I purposely took my time to set things up.  I was getting into my head space.    

The Show

Doing a scene in front of a large crowd of people can be intimidating for the uninitiated.  Not for me.  Sometimes, however, a small group of people watching can be just as fun.  Over time, I began to not care how many are watching because I just wanted to do a scene and go home and have incredible sex. 

I heard through the grapevine that one of my favorite dungeons was going to host the play party for a big leather convention in town.  Event parties are normally held at the hotel ballroom of the venue. And so it was a big deal that a local dungeon was chosen to host the play party.  The dungeon owners had a lot riding on the success of the event.  If successful, the convention would always have the play party there which made a lot of money on entrance fees.

I normally skipped these parties because they never had the equipment I needed to do my scene and so  I was excited that they were going to have it at the dungeon instead.  I was looking forward to a big crowd.   A lot of my friends were going to the party and I was looking forward to seeing them as well.  Since CS has a character limit on journals, I’m going to post a series of journals describing the incredible scene I did that night.    So please stayed tuned. 

Valentines Day 2024.  Since it's my subs birthday as well we started the day scissoring. Next I'm sending her to a place where her body will be professionally smashed (deep tissue massage), smoked (aroma therapy) and burned (hot rock therapy). Tonight is dinner and a special gift. I wanted to make her breakfast but I don't know where the kitchen is! Haha

Valentine's Day is my wife's birthday. When we met I wasn't looking for a submissive but I ended up with one anyway.  Our relationship is complicated in that she's not in the lifestyle. In fact she didn't know anything about it until we met.  She is a personal trainer.  If you've ever wondered what having a service sub is like here's a few things she does for me.  She does all the shopping and cooking for me.  It's almost embarrassing to tell my family and friends that I eat most of my meals in bed. My drinks are magically refilled and with ice. She does all the cleaning. She does all the gardening. She takes care of the pool and Jacuzzi. She's available whenever I want sex. She loves to walk behind me. There's so much more. When I changed her password on an account she had before it used to be Surrender. She is kind, giving and funny. I didn't ask for any of this. It's how our relationship has evolved. For this I cherish her. 

Happy birthday my darling and Happy Valentine's Day!

The Gift Pt ending

The Gift (ending)

The Gift Pt 2

I first met a male Dom couple at the West Texas event.  He was an older gentleman with a grey ponytail.  His kink was the cane. He always had one with him wherever he went.  He was married to his sub, an olive skinned red head.  While my Domme and him talked, his sub saw me sunbathing on a bench nearby.  My eyes were closed as I soaked in the sun in my white string bikini.  She walked over to me and said. "Mm, mm, mm."