Misadventures of a DLS: More, please, give me more  

rm_dominator696 49M/41F
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11/11/2005 1:07 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Misadventures of a DLS: More, please, give me more


The panic began to overtake me and I whimpered softly, only to let out a haunting moan as I realized that this was not a dream but reality. I was naked, blindfolded, chained down to an unfamiliar bed and my muscles were sore. I tried in vain to sort out the events of the last 12 hours. Where had I been? At a club with several women that I work with. When did I leave? I don’t remember. Did I leave alone? I don’t remember. Did I go home? I don’t remember. Did I meet someone at the club? I met a lot of people. Could I have gotten so drunk that I went home with someone that I didn’t know; someone that could be a psycho murderer; someone with a sick enough mind to chain me to a bed and blindfold me? Another low moan escaped my lips as I realized that this was very probable. I must have gotten so drunk that I went home with someone I didn’t know and they had left me in my current situation.

I began to flail my arms and legs in a desperate attempt to free myself. Panic was leaving a burning sensation in my throat and behind my eyes. I pulled as hard as I could with the soreness in my muscles, but nothing seemed to loosen or free the bindings that held me down. I began to whimper and then to cry. Left with only the intensely dark and curious thoughts that swirled through my mind. Thoughts about what had happened last night, thoughts of what this person had done to me; thoughts of the cold chain that was beginning to chill my flesh, and - oddly enough ‒ thoughts of satisfaction. Satisfaction? Where did that come from?! But it was true; behind the panic I felt as if something had given me complete and utter pleasure. Then I stopped crying.

Any interest in hearing more? Oh yes, it goes waaaay further and tells a lot about what I want.

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