As the blood dripped, he soaked it up with a white towel he held below his chin. His unsilencing seemed like my cue, and I sidled into a leather sling beside them and asked for an interview. She introduced herself as Lady Chandra, professional dominant, and him as Nicolas, her slave for the weekend. He's an insurance consultant, and they both have vanilla spouses who know about their play. I heard many variations on this over the weekend.
People think a sub is weak, but it takes incredible strength and endurance.
Scary movies turn me on. Nicolas' large eyes were incredibly expressive with the thread crisscrossing his lips, as were the eyes of the men getting their penises tortured. Being a slave must provide a refreshing break from the confusion of emotional relationships. The longer I stayed in the dungeon, the more I could see nonverbal communication guiding the torture, too. One of the strongest connections I observed was between a pretty blond masochist and her partner, a pleasant-looking man in leather pants.