It happened in slow motion, my worst fear was literally unfolding right before my eyes. With a huge crash, I watched her head bounce off the floor as the room turned to stop and stare. My first thought was “shit that’s not good”, second thought was “thank god it wasn’t me”, third thought was “well there goes that idea I’m officially traumatized for life.” Her partner knelt down to comfort her & remove the ropes that bound her as quickly as possible. While I looked on as if it was a train wreck happening right in front of me. Thankfully there was no blood, well at least for me, and she laughed it off.
The stunned look on everyone’s faces slowly moved into intrigue and then forget. Floggers gave an extra lashing and spankers got an extra spanking while I just stood there. This was not me, this was not what I’m used too. I want to see and feel new things. But yet all I could picture was my last moment before dying and then someone having to tell my mother that I died in the middle of a kink party. I shuddered with the fright of my mother’s face as she would learn about my forte. I was a grown adult and still fearful of being unworthy in her eyes.
My stare must have lasted too long and come across as shock because before I knew it in front of me stood a man twice my age staring back at me with ropes in his pocket and a soft country twang that would melt any cowgirl’s heart. “Are you ok?”
“Are you ok?” he said grazing my arm.
Shaking my head I looked into his ice blue eyes.”How? Why?” I staggered pointing to the girl still sitting on the floor.
“It’s a risk you take.”
“Well, I don’t think I’m willing to take it.” The panic wavered in my voice.
“What are you willing to do?” He asked with a coy voice.
I’m not sure if it was the shock, the voice, the eyes or the ropes that intrigued me the most and brought me back to the moment or what but gazing deeper at this man I found myself grabbing his arm & heading for one of the provided bedrooms. I was dominant, I was in charge and he was… finished before we started. Could this night truly be any worse?
“I’m sorry, it’s been a while…” he trailed off in embarrassment.
“It’s fine,” I said rolling to the edge of the bed.
“I’ve never been dominated like that before.”
“All I did was push you onto the bed.”
“I know, it was the most erotic experience I’ve had since I was in my early teens.” He leaned on his elbows looking at my back. I could feel his breath dancing along my spine which gave me chills. I didn’t want to be dominant, did I?
“I’m going to head out. Thanks for… this” I said pulling my panties back up and making my way towards the door. I didn’t look back, there was nothing to see. The night was full of horror and I was yet to be satisfied.
Melissa In Words 