A Simple Game
Tonight we would play, the five of us. Nothing fancy, just some hours of fun. A simple game. Gwendolen, perfect hostess that she was, had prepared the lounge-like playroom for the events coming to pass with the expected level of experience and style. Centrepiece was the square wooden board, standing upright on carved legs. A thin steel sheet made its front compatible with magnets.
I gave Jessica’s leash a short tug downwards, and my slavegirl fell to her knees into a traditional waiting position; mouth ball-gagged, eyes lowered, arms behind her back, naked bum on her bare heels. We had arrived together with Dobs and her latest project, a sporty girl with medium-long brown hair. Mina bore the rope marks so typical for any project girl of Dobs’ – some fresh, some fading, all of them in intricate patterns. Dobs was a bondage fanatic, above all she adored flesh imprisoned by knots. What Dobs was not was a dominant per se – arguably the main reason she had “volunteered” Mina for the evening. Jessica and I were here because we both liked the thrill. Continue reading