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By *rucked OP Man
1 week ago
Tamworth |
“‘Hi. Would you like to come round and join me and my dom for some fun? I’ll be tied up and to be used how you like.”
Now to be honest, I’m not hugely into the dom/sub dynamic. It’s just not for me, but on this wet and bleak winter Sunday, with work looming and a meet the night before that didn’t go ahead, the horn got the better of me.
“Ok, but I’m not a dom or anything and not into heavy abuse.” I replied
“That’s fine. Just come and join us”
I get the details and set off with, I admit, more than a few reservations.
After a half hour drive I pull up outside a small bungalow. The garden, once neat and colourful, now overrun with s making the wet day seem danker.
I knock on the porch and look through the glass to the pile of junk mail. An arm reached out and opens the door and I follow the naked figure in.
The naked figure is mid twenties. He’s in good shape, with long black hair and a beard.
The bungalow follows the format of the garden. The place has the feeling of the former resident having passed away and their son staying in the house, but not knowing or wishing to retain the former neatness and cleanliness.
The naked figure pads into a room and motions for me to follow. The room is full of guitars, amps, screens, mixing desk and all sorts of paraphernalia for making music. There are more computer screens than Mission Control. One screen makes shapes to beat of the music but everything else hasn’t been used in a while. All the guitars and mare covered in a layer of dust and it has a feel of neglect.
The naked man sits into a swivel chair and points to the sub. The naked sub is on his knees in the middle of the room on a few cushions. His hands are cuffed, ankles too. He’s bouncing up and down on his knees making a whining noise. The whining noise matches the neoprene full head dogs mask he is wearing. He starts to sniff the air and then makes a licking motion towards the naked man.
“Help yourself” he says to me in the manner of a gang boss inviting an underling to a feast. He sits back in his chair and pulls out a green plastic dinosaur that has a substance in a glass ball. He puts a lighter under it and takes a deep drag. I have no idea what’s in the dinosaur, but looking at the surreal sight in front of me, it could be the contents of a Sherbert Dib Dab.
I look from the dom to the sub. From the sub to the dom. The sub pretends to cock his leg up a guitar before continuing on an approximation of a dogs excited movements. The dom offers me a puff of dib dab.
“Nah, sorry mate. This ain’t for me” and ten seconds later I close the porch door. The rain feels glorious. |
