Mindbending, Seattle Style

[rugman]

ADVANCE WARNING: Some content in this serialized recollection may be offensive to some people. Proceed at your own risk.

And if you read anyway and get offended – go complain in the Flame Pit.

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Every once in a while you’ll go to an event and get surprised.

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I first found out about Saturday while e-mailing on Friday, which is to say that I found out that Saturday was going to happen. I’d already got the impression that something was going to be different “next time” from vibes I’d picked up during the preceding month. And I’ll admit that those vibes were a little worrying. Something had been planned, and that something was going to include a substantial amount of discomfort for me. If the discomfort would have been merely physical, well, I know what to expect. However, this time was going to be different in that, though there would be a physical side, what was planned was to be far more sinister.

I know Mistress Sara quite well enough to know what that might mean in a general sense. Of her many unique qualities, her ability to see into you is extraordinary – and extremely intimidating for many people. I also knew that her friend, Mistress Karinna, would be there as well, and past experience had taught me that a mixture of those two elements was always explosive.

I knew something was unusual when both ladies appeared in conventional dress – not fetish gear. I wasn’t sure what I thought about that, but being a fan of well-dressed women in general, and these two ladies in particular, I was not objecting. Not at all.

Don’t get me wrong – Mistresses Sara and Karinna look hot in PVC and leather, and when they walk into a room heads turn. When they take the floor to enjoy a little BDSM action crowds have been known to gather to observe (I am not kidding). So, seeing them intending to go to the local kink club dressed as if they were going out to a restaurant was dramatically unusual. And intriguing.

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Part 1: Hello Kitty

I won’t get into all the details here, and some parts of that evening will remain the purview of we three, and the other 50 or so people present at the time. But just know that sometimes women decide they want to have a little fun at the expense of a man. I came to realize that this was going to be one of those times.

When we arrived I was told to go and change into my slightly modified usual attire. Some months ago they had made for me a loincloth of sorts, reminiscent of a gladiator’s. This time, however, I was to wear an additional garment specifically intended to put me ill at ease. Without detailing it, it had to do with a cat (let your imagination wrap around that!). And it was not the most masculine thing I’ve ever worn.

I gather that this was the entire point because both women know that it’s just not “my thing” to be dressed so. Granted my breechcloth covered ¾ of the other, uh, “item.” But The Item was still clearly visible, and the nature of The Item was obvious. This they found amusing (when they smile, point, and laugh, it’s a pretty good indication of that). I found it pretty darn embarrassing. When I emerged from the restroom where I’d changed, I drew the attention of the dozen or so people around me. Ladies with knowing smiles, guys with raised eyebrows – it was pretty messed up from my perspective.

And getting worse every second.

Mistresses Sara and Karinna, of course, loved it. They got to laugh, and crack jokes, and completely embarrass me in front of the curious and entertained crowd. So I walked through the people and found that the ladies were standing next to a meter-diameter table, topped with a wooden "confessional" (two short side leafs to support it, and a screened panel to separate the participants – more about that in a following post). Apparently what had been planned next was only planned since we arrived (another impromptu Mistress Sara created event), but before we got to that I was made to, uh, turn around to show off my attire. Then some comment was made that The Item was obscured.

"Ah, what the hell," I thought to myself, and on my own I unfastened the loincloth, leaving me wearing only The Item. Hey, I could either crawl into a mental hole about it all, or give the ladies exactly what they came for: entertainment. I’m a player – being there with them was a privilege. I hope that makes sense to my fellow subs – if it doesn’t, you’re doing it wrong.

They, of course, couldn't let well enough alone, so they drew the attention of another woman who was nearby, and bade her comment on The Item. I endured the examination and consequent embarrassment. Then the ladies asked me questions about the details of The Item, including the colors, pattern and accent pieces that adorned it (you want details you'll have to ask somebody else, hahaha). However, when I described what I was wearing they found the volume of my responses less than acceptable. So, I had to say it louder. So loud eventually that anybody within a couple meters could hear, even in that somewhat noisy environment.

Were they satisfied? Or should I say, finished? Of course not. I was then asked about how I felt about The Item. My honest answer was insufficient. So I was provided with the "correct" answer. Paraphrased, I said, "I love my Item." And, again, it wasn't loud enough to suit their demands. They walked off a few paces. I had to repeat. Not loud enough, so, louder. They backed off a few paces more. By the time they'd reached their maximum distance (approximately 10 meters) I had to speak quite loudly to have my voice carry over the intervening distance, and the noise. For some reason, however, they were unable to clearly understand what I was saying (that I LOVED MY “Item”). They enlisted the assistance of a guy who language of birth was not English. So, not only did I have to speak loudly, but also clearly, enunciating each syllable so that the guy could hear, understand, and then repeat to them (he was standing next to them) what I was saying.

When the ladies are smiling, laughing, and clapping with enthusiasm I know they're enjoying the situation. For the first time that night (but certainly not the last), I experienced something I haven’t for quite some time: I could feel the heat of humiliation rising to my face as the people around and between us watched me standing there, almost alone, nearly shouting that I love my Item.

At that moment I thought I’d worked through my embarrassing moment for the evening, that I’d survived it and satisfied their lust for my debasement, quenched their thirst for my shame.

In retrospect, that was a pretty dumb thing to think.

Next: Part 2: Cat O’ One Tail

[Scorpio]

Oh! Now this sounds VERY interesting!

But I am very curious about the item?

Will be looking forward to the next installment.

Scorpio ;)

[rugman]

I’ve decided that Cat O’ One Tail can be described briefly, which will allow me to move on to the next topic quickly.

I enjoyed it because I enjoy being with the people involved. And, to me, that’s what it’s really about. I can’t say enough about Mistress Sara. She’s not just pretty (though she really is), you’d have to be exposed to her mind to fully appreciate why being around her is so alluring. For me it’s the closest I come to actual worship, in the classic sense of the word.

With Mistress Karinna it’s somewhat different, naturally. She has a wicked sense of humor, and – frankly – knows how to annoy be to the point of hysteria. How this fits into standard BDSM I don’t really know. But it works. And it works because it’s friendly but still with an edge.

But not an edge physically, though there is that, but an edge mentally. With both these extraordinary women the mind is the real playground. Not the skin.

They do approach it differently, though. Sara’s knowledge is deeper, and she knows what you like, and won’t let you hide from it. She knows all secrets. And there is no place to hide. It’s rather scary, actually. And quite intimidating.

Karinna hits you from another angle: She knows certain things irritate me. So she plays with that.

I am, quite possibly, the luckiest man on the planet, to have the attention of such a duo of talented women who deign to shower their blessings upon, me.

All that said, and you’d really have to be me to understand what I mean by all that, the next event brought all that together. They took me to the chain-link fence section that was bolted to the wall. And there they continued with the cat theme. While Karinna whipped me mercilessly, as is her style, she’d stop once in a while to demand something.

She told me to purr.

So I purred. Like a cat. In fact, I had to keep purring for the next 30 minutes or so until my flogging was done. But before I was released another woman came up and wanted to know what it was all about. She also wanted to, well, sample the wares. So, while chained to this piece of fencing, being instructed to further embarrass myself by being actively a participant, I also got to have my ass groped by a woman I could barely see.

If we know the term “sub-space”, and I hope we do, then I want you to know that I was truly there.

[Mistress Sara]

Life is so rough isn't it sweetie?

[Jadis]

Life is so rough isn't it sweetie?

Oh that was a fantastic detail of events - if only I'd made it to the club with you just that much sooner ... I can only imagine what delights we'd have in store! I'm attempting to work up some sort of scene for our next visit ... though I have to make sure to keep it brief, mild and tempered as it'll be m'boy's first time for anything dramatic. I can't wait ^_~

Loved the image and detail kenrug ... it's always so much fun to hear it from both points of view!

[Mistress Sara]

Jadis....keep August 5th open, that is the day we are going to go next.

[Scorpio]

Sounds like fun ... wish I could come and play too!

Will look forward to reading about your adventures

Scorpio ;)

[DU007]

Sounds like fun ... wish I could come and play too!

Will look forward to reading about your adventures

Me, too....on both counts...:)

[cap]

Is the club only for dominant females? or are there male dommes as well? I would imagine it's somewhat easier being humiliated in front of women, since submissiveness towards women is a natural tendency for people like us, but I'm not sure how comfortable it would be being humiliated in front of another guy, especially a dominant male. I'm just curious how these fetish clubs work.


Also Ken, you were flogged for 30 minutes? that's an awful lot of time, and judging by what you wrote, the ladies obviously don't take it easy!! doesn't it hurt like hell at work the next day, or do you do this only over weekends?

[rugman]

Oh that was a fantastic detail of events - if only I'd made it to the club with you just that much sooner ... I can only imagine what delights we'd have in store! I'm attempting to work up some sort of scene for our next visit ... though I have to make sure to keep it brief, mild and tempered as it'll be m'boy's first time for anything dramatic. I can't wait ^_~

Loved the image and detail kenrug ... it's always so much fun to hear it from both points of view!
Thank you very much for your very kind response, Lady Jadis. Feedback is rare, and positive feedback is more so. It also reminds me that one of the tasks I’d set myself over this last two weeks was to finish my recitation of events – though that will be a bit challenging for a number of reasons. I’ll try, though.

I hope I’m there when you enact your scene with him. Sounds fun!

Jadis....keep August 5th open, that is the day we are going to go next.
Uh oh. Well, “uh oh” meaning I’m getting nervous again, and also I’m looking forward to it breathlessly! :D

Sounds like fun ... wish I could come and play too!

Will look forward to reading about your adventures

Scorpio ;)
Lady Scorpio, I wish we could have you with us, too. Believe me, the welcome mat is always out.

(was that too obvious? ;))

I’ll try to keep journaling what happens. It’s difficult at times because these events are some of the most psychologically challenging things I’ve ever been a part of. Writing about them puts me even more outside my comfort zone because I know now that people I know in both aspects of life may be reading them. It’s incredibly intimidating.

[rugman]

Me, too....on both counts...:)
Just to let you know, I’ve been thinking about you, my friend. I’ll be in contact soon.

[rugman]

Is the club only for dominant females? or are there male dommes as well? I would imagine it's somewhat easier being humiliated in front of women, since submissiveness towards women is a natural tendency for people like us, but I'm not sure how comfortable it would be being humiliated in front of another guy, especially a dominant male. I'm just curious how these fetish clubs work.


Also Ken, you were flogged for 30 minutes? that's an awful lot of time, and judging by what you wrote, the ladies obviously don't take it easy!! doesn't it hurt like hell at work the next day, or do you do this only over weekends?
Lots of good questions, Cap.

First, no, it’s not only for dominant females. In fact, to my own experience, the overwhelming majority have been dominant men and submissive women. But that was different during the last outing – at which I wasn’t present because I felt half dead that day – in that the mix was something we’d enjoy much more. There were a lot more dominant women there. I’m still kicking myself for missing it.

Dominant guys don’t bug me because they’re kinksters too. What, they’re going to sit there wrapped in leather in public and look down their noses at me? Heh. I’m having more fun then they are, and they probably know it.

Personal arrogance can be fun, ya know? :D

30 minutes was my recollection. But I do know that time dilates when in a scene well done – which is a really fascinating phenomenon. But 30 was my best guess. In fact, during a prior event I may or may not have detailed here, Mistress Karinna broke every hand-made tool in the arsenal on me, eventually standing next to a pile of destroyed whips, floggers and canes, wondering “uh, can I borrow something Sara?” That may have had more to do with their construction than the severity of the beating, but it was pretty damn interesting however you look at it. To me it felt like 15 minutes, though I know it was substantially longer.

But, and this is the thing, I’m not a classic “pain slut.” In fact, I’m not really a classic BDSM person, per se. If anything, my ability to withstand all that is much more a testament to the ability of these women to put me in a mindset where I’m able to take it all, and to do that you’ve really got to be incredibly interested offering up them as much entertainment and endurance as you possible can. It’s something they create in you with the power of their creativity, intensity, and personal presence. It’s just so awesome (literally) that you’ll endure whatever it takes to make the moment last, whatever the physical cost.

You could do the same, given the same circumstances.

And yes, it does tend to hurt the next day, but I’d do it again any time.

[Mistress Sara]

Sounds like fun ... wish I could come and play too!

I know!!! that would be way too much fun Scorpio!!!!

I still owe you a photo of my new toy...I'll take it and post it in that one thread so you can see what I get to slap the boys with! :evillaugh

[rugman]

Um, does that mean that you found it, and I didn’t take it after all???????????????

[Mistress Sara]

No ken...it means that I found where you 'hid' it.

don't try to change the subject now...

[rugman]

There’s no way I can win here, right

[Scorpio]

There’s no way I can win here, right

I would have though an intelligent person like you would have realised that a LONG time ago and given up even trying!

10/10 for persistance though.

Scorpio ;)

[rugman]

I would have though an intelligent person like you would have realised that a LONG time ago and given up even trying!

10/10 for persistance though.

Scorpio ;)
Heh, well, I’ll never stop trying. Where’s the fun in that? ;)

[Mistress Sara]

August 5th...another fun night for the kinky Seattle crew!

I can't wait..it will be fun...

[rugman]

Part 3: Cat Got Your Tongue?

This is going to be short on dynamic, and long on implication. That’s because that’s how I experienced it. And to me, that’s the only way I can report it: From me. But never fear, if you ever wanted to see “kenrug” brought to his knees, this is where you’re going to see it.

This last part is by far the most difficult to talk about. Not just because it’s always a challenge to describe an event that happens both in the physical world and at the same time inside your mind, but also because it’s personally uncomfortable. What could be, you might ask, more uncomfortable than The Item? Well, let me tell you...

I like my life. Both of them. By that I mean I am comfortable in both the worlds we all occupy. I have no apologies to make for myself in either. But that’s not really how it plays out in the minds of others, is it? Just like we probably don’t talk in detail about what we do with our partners in the bedroom, we also often tend to avoid mixing who we are in the conventional world, and who we are in the kink world. We don’t have a problem with it because there’s no problem – just enjoyment and a hell of a good time. But others who don’t know how it works, people on the outside of this dual universe we occupy, well, they Just Don’t Get It. And ignorance breeds fear. And fear is often shielded by a defensive hostility.

At least, that’s how I see it. And I know many others do as well.

Mostly we tend to keep the two halves of the universe separated. It just makes more sense than having to sit somebody down and explain out all the intricacies of how the “other” world works, and why it works. Who needs the drama?

But it’s inevitable that those two universes will sometimes bump into each other, or even overlap. And when that happens, things can get, interesting. And that’s what this Part is really all about. Worlds “bumping” at best, and potentially colliding at worst.

A catastrophe? (sorry, couldn’t resist that one)

I mentioned before, in Part 1, that when we three walked into the place, there was a “confessional” set up at the back of the room. Near the chain link fence. As you’d expect the lighting wasn’t all that great when we walked in, and it wasn’t immediately obvious what that thing was. Well, at least to me it wasn’t obvious.

But, naturally, and alarmingly, it was pretty clear to Mistress Sara what it was, and what it was for. I’ve already mentioned my own way of experiencing the dual universe, but what I didn’t say is that sometimes, when the two halves cross, I’m as frightened as any subbie guy out there. It’s more of a reaction than a thought, but I’m human.

Sara knows that because we talk. And she knows that, despite my intentions, I’m just as susceptible to the conflict as anybody else. So, somebody might expect her to treat me with kindness and understanding, soothing my fears and comforting me, telling me that everything will be O.K.

Yah, right. :D

Hello?? This is Sara I’m talking about. The Pinnacle of Purgatory? The Grande Flame of Psychic Flagellation? The Mistress of Misery?

And not one to miss an extremely tempting opportunity for mischief. (The kink gods love her).

Of all her tastes, her single most intense ambrosia is embarrassment. And, as they say, knowledge is power. And Sara knows me.

She knows I do have a rather broad streak of arrogance (justifiable I tell you! ;) ), and loves little more than driving that right into the mud. Especially in those areas where the two universes meet. And even more when she knows that my own personal interests are involved.

So, that inevitably comes to Mistress Karinna. I’ve known her for I don’t know how many years now, and there’s always been a certain level of infatuation there, me with her. I’ll admit it. She’s attractive, she’s funny, she’s smart. What’s not to like? I did mention, did I not, that I’m very fortunate in the company I keep? Eh?

But before I knew Karinna in the kink realm, I new her in the conventional world. We three (and more) have partied endlessly. Once, while quite toasted and honest, I told her that I thought her eyes were marvelously beautiful. And they really are.. I often wondered whether they wore those colored contact lenses you see advertised, they're so damn blue. But even if they did, which they don’t, her gaze is piercing in the extreme. You know you’re being looked at. Considered. Evaluated. Spoken to.

Hers is the kind of look you can feel on your back, like the tapping of a finger.

A finger with a 36-inch long nail, just for emphasis.

And I already had all that with her in a conventional sense, which was really quite fun. I enjoyed spending time with Karinna in average settings where we bantered, sometimes in earnest, over silly things and sometimes things important. What can I say? I enjoy being around women. But when the two worlds “bumped” it presented to me a risk – all full of downside, and very scant of upside. What do I have to gain from “revealing” myself fully to her (oh, how verrrry dramatic! Who am I? Batman?)

Point is, I wasn’t willing to get fully “out there” in the open. I saw it as exercising the same judgment we all use about what to say to whom. Driving down the middle ground. Making wise compromises. Moderation. Restraint.

If I would have set a meal of lobster, calamari, and caviar before Mistress Sara I could not have created a more enticing situation. She knew the areas of tension, she knew the fault lines of my own reluctances. All downside. No upside. Risk.

By this point I was already wearing The Item, and was pretty subdued mentally. I wasn’t comfortable no matter how you measure it. It was bad with two A’s. And it wasn’t like I didn’t know what was coming: I know that “look” in Sara’s own ice-blue eyes, beautiful and intimidating in themselves (you’ve got to see!). It wasn’t that I could read her mind in so much as she made it clear-without-words.

Some things, especially scary things, are all too obvious.

I was made to kneel on the confessor side of the confessional. Mistress Karinna placed herself on the recipient side, awaiting what was to come next, Mistress Sara being the author of all. Wicked in her beauty and in her knowledge, and in her design.

Sara paused, and then, “What do you like, ken?”

I was confused. I mean I was really quite scared, honestly, but I didn’t yet know the form of my embarrassment, so I froze up. I’m a multi-talented guy (oh stop!), but what did she mean? What do I like? How long do you have?

Sara had something in mind, and knowing her it was going to be the most humiliating thing I hold in my black little heart. The thing that would embarrass me most if it were to come out in “public life” – the Other World. I just didn’t know what her “most” was. Was I expected to select from the menu?

“What do you want to lick, ken?”

What in hell? Panic takes hold. What do I want to lick? Jesus. Oops, don’t say that. Not now. Not here!. Not only do I not know what she’s getting at, I also know that there are so many things she could be getting at that I don’t know where to go. Do I self-confess something she didn’t have in mind at all? Make it worse than it could be otherwise, only to have her refocus me and double my torment? Having confessed two things for the price of one? Jeez---

Trapped.

I didn’t say anything at all. Self-preservation is a strong instinct. At least as well as Sara, I know what I don’t want to say. Why would I? There’s no upside to this. What would I have to gain? Not a goddamned thing. Shut up for as long as I can.

My eyes cast sideways from Sara. Through the bars of the confessional. Right into the laser light of Karinna’s gaze, who’d been watching me all this time. Objectively, as if through a microscope. Just... watching.

If I could have crawled out of my skin at that moment, snuck across the floor to some dark and hidden place, I would have done it. I did not want to be there, under the probing of Mistress Sara’s words and Mistress Karinna’s gaze. Whatever protection I’d had by leverage of my ego with Karinna, particularly, was shoved aside at that moment, and I lay exposed for the briefest of moments. Just a flash.

That was enough though. The chase was on, and I was the mouse.

“Boots, ken, boots.” Sara said. What was I going to do, lie? How fair would that be? I’d been “stand up” (hah) enough to go this far. I’d be a real poozer to back off now. It’d be protecting myself at the expense of the Ladies’ entertainment for the night. Somehow I think that’s deep in a way, but I’m not going to quantify it right now.

“You like to lick boots.” Sara said.

Creased eyebrows from Karinna. “Lick boots?”

Oh bloody hell. Man up, Ken.

“Yes,” head nodding, “Mistress Karinna, I like to lick boots.”

Direct stare. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Just the blue eyes, eyes I can’t help but being infatuated with. The very crux of attraction and judgment. My very soul on a pin.

“What do you like to lick on boots, ken?”

I knew, but I didn’t want to say. I knew but I didn’t want to know at that time. But that choice was taken away from me. It wasn’t mine.

I felt compelled to say, “the gritty sole.”

Where the hell did “gritty” come from, I asked myself. But I knew. It came from my own enjoyment of this extraordinary situation. This liberating situation. For I’d finally come clean. No illusions. No masks. No hidden and false places.

[DU007]

Ken....

That's a terrific account of that part of your experience...!!....And, really well written.


I'm going to repeat here (a slightly edited version of) what I wrote to you privately about this account of yours ....



"...I like my life. Both of them"...."...Hers is the kind of look you can feel on your back, like the tapping of a finger...."...VERY nice, Ken...Powerful...


...I really like the precise juxtaposition of discomfort that you describe - it has the ring of real truth in it...

...Sara, the knowing, calculating, inquisitor - Karinna - the friend from your safe vanilla past, now in the more dangerous fetish present - with the wise, all-seeing, penetrating eyes, drinking in your every nuance, every embarrassment, and every single wince - and LOVING it....!!.....And you, with no refuge, no way back, and no place to hide.....That's a nice moment....


Thanks for sharing this, Ken....I enjoyed it a lot.

[rugman]

Thanks for your very kind comments, DU007. I’ll admit that it was an interesting process writing it. I delayed for a while because I wasn’t entirely sure how to approach the subject and do it justice (since it was a scenario crated by the ladies, it deserved substantial care to depict it well).

I’m really glad you enjoyed it.

[Scorpio]

Interesting read ... thank you for having the strength to share it with us.

Scorpio ;)

[rugman]

Interesting read ... thank you for having the strength to share it with us.

Scorpio ;)Thank you for seeing it that way. Your take on it means quite a lot to me.

[Mistress Sara]

I would have to agree it was intense. I knew exactly what I was doing and I couldn’t get the smile off my face. The confessional. I bet ken hopes that they remove it from the club, I certainly hope not…perhaps there is more to confess? I think there is.

Oh, and Scorpio…I’ll take a nice photo of “the item” so that you can see just what it was…also, an over due photo of that slapper will be coming as well.

This Saturday night is yet another kink party at the club. I am already cooking up ideas on how We can torment poor ken. But I swear, if that confessional is there I’m going to love watching ken looking at it out of the corner of his eye. Knowing him, he’ll probably try to redirect my attention or try to tell me that it’s not really there, when in fact it really is.

Silly sub. you can’t fool Me!

[rugman]

Oh, and Scorpio…I’ll take a nice photo of “the item” so that you can see just what it wasNoooooo! Please! Shouldn't people have to be there to see? Nothing against dear Scorpio, of course!, but maybe this way she’ll decide to trip on over to the Northwest and see in person?

[Mistress Sara]

oh, what's the matter? is the little attention whore being a little shy? awwwwww...I know how to fix that :evillaugh

This is for Scorpio... here is that photo of the slapper I promised. It really has a nice slap to it. The handle is obviously made from a tree branch which makes for a nice cane as well. :evillaugh

The slapper is leather...and I just noticed today, while I was taking the photo that there are arrows on it. I never noticed that before, probably because it's always moving so fast! ha ha

[Mistress Karinna]

Oh my gosh kenny boy, you will never believe what i found!! Ahw...memories ;-) PURR!!

[rugman]

Somehow, despite my trusting nature, I seem to suspect a conspiracy. :D

[Mistress Sara]

What ever do you mean ken?
Now really.. would We do such a thing?

:hornydevil:

[rugman]

would We do such a thing?
My life is a running Fear Factor episode of what you two might do at any moment in time.

Lucky me! :D

[Mistress Karinna]

why kenny boy, do you fear something?? or better yet someone? Would you like to talk about it...just go ahead and call me Father O'Mallegen...oh yea, tell me your secrets muhahah

[rugman]

Oh, now Mistress Karinna, if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that confession is definitely not good for the soul.

do you fear something?? or better yet someone?
Well, yah, actually. Posting something here knowing you’re actually logged in and reading it real-time is pretty scary stuff. The thing about this place is that it’s where I toss caution over the rails – that’s kind of intimidating when I know I’ll end up having to answer for it... and most likely quite soon.

Yikes.

[Mistress Karinna]

Really?? Because you confessing your secrets to me is AMAZING to my soul :rolleyes:

[rugman]

Ah, there she is. That’s the Mistress Karinna I know and adore. :D

[rugman]

Just so you and Mistress Sara know – I’ve contacted the people at the place and arranged to have that confessional put out in the parking lot – and set on fire. ;)

(j/k)

[Mistress Sara]

Looks like kennyboy has a wee bit of a crush on someone. That's ok, I'm sure he'll figure out who's crushing who soon enough. :evillaugh



Just so you and Mistress Sara know – I’ve contacted the people at the place and arranged to have that confessional put out in the parking lot – and set on fire.

Kind of like how you hid my slapper? Do you want to play that game kenrug? If that is the case then there will be quite a "Roast" Saturday night with you as the main course :whip:

.

[thelantern]

The relationship between Mistress Sara and Ken... is adorable.... wait... is adorable the right word to use? :p

[rugman]

Looks like kennyboy has a wee bit of a crush on someone.
Heh, does it show? :o But that’s why it’s fun that she’s here now – no way on earth I’d have the guts to say that to her in person, lol. (we really need a chicken smiley, don’t we)

Kind of like how you hid my slapper? Do you want to play that game kenrug? If that is the case then there will be quite a "Roast" Saturday night with you as the main course :whip:.
Now, now wait my love. I thought we straightened this out before. I didn’t hide your slapper. I’d never, ever do such an underhanded thing like that. I’m the very picture of innocence I tell ya. I’m innocent! Where’s my tin cup? :D

[rugman]

The relationship between Mistress Sara and Ken... is adorable.... wait... is adorable the right word to use? :p
Mistress Sara is quite simply the most amazing woman I’ve ever met or had the pleasure to know. I’m just fortunate that she puts up with me. :D

[Jadis]

The relationship between Mistress Sara and Ken... is adorable.... wait... is adorable the right word to use? :p

I think in this case it's more than acceptable - and accurate! I love watching them together ... it's always so much fun

[Heckron]

This thread is going back to the top for being so wonderful. This is the first time I'd read it so I'd like to say thanks so much for sharing. I always enjoy little peeks inside Mistress Sara's mind.
:D

[Jadis]

This thread is going back to the top for being so wonderful. This is the first time I'd read it so I'd like to say thanks so much for sharing. I always enjoy little peeks inside Mistress Sara's mind.
:D

From the (fortunate) standpoint that I get the pleasure and honor of being with Sara and her kenrug on almost a weekly basis (now lets pray that the munchkins are gone this weekend ... I'm suffering from withdrawls!) ... it's an amazing thing to watch: and I aspire that My relationshp be as comfortable, trusting, complete and loving as theirs. It's incredible to watch the play between them - both agressively and otherwise ... these two truly love one another in a deep bond that few ever achieve (and My God, Sara is so deliciously wicked - and hot, did I mention hot? - that it's hard NOT to enjoy every minute of it).

Mmmmm I'd go for our standard catch phrase here kenrug ... but I'll refrain: until we're in PUBLIC ... -lol-

[rugman]

I second everything Lady Jadis said about Mistress Sara. And double it! On every level she's just THAT amazing and wonderful!
Mmmmm I'd go for our standard catch phrase here kenrug ... but I'll refrain: until we're in PUBLIC ... -lol-
Hee hee hee. Me to. ;)

Late edit: Don't know if anybody is aware of this site (Hello Kitty Hell (http://www.hellokittyhell.com/)), but this poor guy suffers more humiliation in one say than I do in months. (non-kink content, just tooth-achingly funny). And though I just realized it, nobody get any funny ideas about his most recent post.

[Mistress Sara]

Do you now see how easily kenrug gets himself in such silly situations? I'll be checking that site, once the poor soul updates it. You gotta love his wife though...she has everything Hello Kitty!

Snickering as I end this post...

[rugman]

Ug. That's what I get for being informative.

Sometimes my "job" here seriously conflicts with my dignity... much less my safety!

:D

[Heckron]

Ug. That's what I get for being informative.

Sometimes my "job" here seriously conflicts with my dignity... much less my safety!

:D

.....aaaand clearly you wisely chose your "job" and Mistress Sara's happiness over your dignity. Good choice! :matey:

[rugman]

How tall are you?

Why?

Oh, just measuring a pine box.

(haha just kidding - I saw you skyped me, but I switched computers)

[Heckron]

Actually Mistress Sara asked me the same question earlier today...probably for the same reason...lol...

[Jadis]

Actually Mistress Sara asked me the same question earlier today...probably for the same reason...lol...

Or maybe just your cross ~_^

[Heckron]

Or maybe just your cross ~_^

:blush: :blush: :blush:

[Mistress Sara]

poor heckron...don't listen to them....they are making Me out like I am some sort of evil woman...when really...I'm not...I'm nice! I'm as pure as the wind driven snow...remember?.....:evillaugh

I'm just a nice woman who likes to get a little rough with berries...no harm there...right?

Lmao

[Heckron]

poor heckron...don't listen to them....they are making Me out like I am some sort of evil woman...when really...I'm not...I'm nice! I'm as pure as the wind driven snow...remember?.....:evillaugh

I'm just a nice woman who likes to get a little rough with berries...no harm there...right?

Lmao

Yeah! These people are all just full of crazy rumors! I'm sure when I come up it'll all be sunshine and rainbows huh? No painful scenes or agonizing torture right? I'm sure you're planning all kinds of tame, not scary, non-intimidating things for us to do! Am I even remotely close? :think:

No! No harm at all in a little rough berry-playing! At least no harm to you...... :help:

[Jadis]

Yeah! These people are all just full of crazy rumors! I'm sure when I come up it'll all be sunshine and rainbows huh? No painful scenes or agonizing torture right? I'm sure you're planning all kinds of tame, not scary, non-intimidating things for us to do! Am I even remotely close? :think:

No! No harm at all in a little rough berry-playing! At least no harm to you...... :help:

Guess what I'm buying this week hecron (think wood, patent leather and SHOES) ... muahahahaha ...

:devil:

[Heckron]

Guess what I'm buying this week hecron (think wood, patent leather and SHOES) ... muahahahaha ...

:devil:

<3 YOU!!!!

[rugman]

Guess what I'm buying this week hecron (think wood, patent leather and SHOES) ... muahahahaha ...

:devil:
Speaking of which - well almost. Interesting conversation Friday night. Heh. Sometimes you never know, ya know? :)