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Subject: {ASSM} The Privacy of Your Own Tent (M/M/F/f bondage, consentual)
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This is my first attempt at publishing on ASSM. Any comments or
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Please do not repost this story without my written permission
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"The Privacy of Your Own Tent, or an Evening in Hell", by Tosti the Dwarf
I had flirted with her for years...old friends, each of us interested
but we had never gone further than necking. The one time we tried to
consummate, it just wasn't right. She had written me a long, steamy
fantasy about being dominated, but she had never had the courage to let go.
Pennsic seemed like the perfect opportunity.
We were both there for two weeks, me with my wife who agreed that I
should take her out. Her - Kira bint Yasouf, almost a Laurel, almost a
Pelican, with a lithe, slim body, raven black hair, and jet black eyes.
Her skin was the color of deep bronze. Me - almost a Knight, a retired
Baron, getting older but still firm and well toned. And a Dom. My wife
and I had been into bondage for a while but had never let it out of the
family, so to speak. Until that Pennsic when she said yes, I should try it
with Kira.
There is a private party at Pennsic ... the Hell party. It started as
an attempt to freak people and soon grew to an annual event...You could go
there to experience the lash. All floggings were done on clothed bodies.
It was actually pretty tame, but if you'd never seen or done it before, it
was hot, sinful, forbidden. And precisely what Kira needed.
I arranged to pick her up at her encampment. She dressed as I had
suggested - period Middle Eastern dancing garb. I knew that she would wear
no underwear beneath it. This made her feel deliciously naughty. I had
packed a special leather bag with some of my favorite "toys" in it -
floggers, a blindfold, a collar, and manacles. Somehow I knew they would
come in handy.
As we walked to the party camp, I held Kira's wrists in my large hand.
She squirmed a bit but did not object. She had a general knowledge of
Hell, but admitted that she had only heard rumors. She also admitted that
it intrigued her. So she was willing to "play the game" if I wanted to. I
did. I felt her hesitation, her growing excitement as we drew near. The
fencing around the camp hid it from view, but high propane torches threw a
lurid glare on the road before it. The sounds from inside were
intoxicating - drums, crowd noises, the occasional pop of a whip and scream
from a "victim". The ground rules were simple, I knew. If you agreed, you
would be punished. If you did not agree, then you could watch. And no
minors need apply.
When we reached the gate, I released Kira's wrists and told her to show
her proof and tag. Then I showed mine. We were admitted. As soon as we
got inside, I let her look around, then placed the blindfold on her eyes. A
man appeared next to us and asked her if she consented. She nodded and
murmured, "Yes, My Lord." He moved away. I placed the collar around her
neck and snapped a small padlock to it, locking it in place. I felt her
shiver as the lock clicked. I knew what she was feeling...fear and
arousal. I kissed her lips and told her that the game was on. She nodded,
knowing she was not to speak unless ordered to do so.
I led her by a short leash to the bar, where I got both of us a goblet
of wine. I fed her the wine as others looked on. This was strange for
even the Hell party, but it was not forbidden, as long as Kira consented.
Since the chief bouncer had asked, the bartender had no problems with it. I
asked her if she felt good and told her to verbalize her answer. She
murmured, "Yes, Master, but I am feeling warm."
I laughed and kissed her while stroking her body through her dress.
"You'll be hot soon, my pet," I responded. And I kissed her again, my
hands teasing her ass and breasts.
One of the Dom's approached me and asked if the "lady" needed to be
punished. I told him yes, and he asked her if she agreed. She nodded and
said, "Yes, please, My Lord." He laughed and then reviewed the rules: she
should be clothed, her hands would be bound over her head and her ass and
back could be whipped. She swallowed hard and nodded in agreement. I took
him aside and whispered two requests. He nodded in agreement. I led her
to a small changing tent.
In the pavilion, I carefully undressed her, leaving her naked save for a
light underdress. In the firelight it would be almost transparent. I
carefully folded her garb and stored it in my bag after removing the
floggers. I put her flats in there too. She was now in underdress and
nothing else. I unpinned her hair and loosened it with my fingers. The
raven tresses fell to her waist. I looked at her...blindfolded, collared,
virtually naked. Kira looked absolutely vulnerable. I kissed her and
stroked her body through the underdress. Her nipples were long and stiff,
her pussy open and wet. She shivered and thrust her tongue into my mouth.
I withdrew from the kiss and asked her if she was still willing. She
answered, throatily, "Yes, I want this...Master!" I led her from the tent.
We stood in line. There were three platforms, each about three feet
above the ground. Each was a scaffold with a crossbar frame. The "victim"
was manacled and the manacles adjusted so that they hung from a swiveling
eyebolt. This allowed the "victim" to be turned for the audience to see.
There was room on the platform for the "victim" and the "Dom" to stand. As
each blow struck, the audience cheered. It was like something from an A.
N. Roquelaire novel - campy, but sexy as hell to see. I let Kira see what
awaited her. I removed the blindfold and guided her gaze to the nearest
platform. On it a large blond woman was shackled as another woman whipped
her through her Elizabethan gown. She cried out, but was obviously not in
great pain. On the next platform, a large powerful woman flogged a man
through his linen shirt. This did hurt, but you could tell he enjoyed it
from his obvious arousal. The third platform bore a very pretty young
woman who was being paddled by a leather-clad Dom. She groaned and moaned
and the crowd ate it up. After about five minutes, she was finished. The
Dom undid her manacles and helped into the arms of a waiting lord who
hustled her away from the party. I grinned; Kira looked more aroused than
I had ever seen her. The Dom gestured for her to come up. I reattached
her blindfold (my first request) and the manacles I had brought, then I
helped her mount the platform.
The Dom attached the manacles to the eyebolt and raised it to a level
that placed her on her toes. Then he stepped down from the platform and
beckoned me to mount the platform. Unlike the others, who were beaten by a
Dom or Domme from the party staff, Kira was mine to punish -- my second
request. As I walked behind her, I whispered in her ear. She reacted
quickly with a murmur, "Please, Master, flog me." I couldn't refuse.
I took a rabbit skin flogger from my belt and began. 15 strokes of the
soft, thuddy pelts landed on her ass and thighs. Kira jumped but did not
cry out. She was not hurt, just surprised. I then switched to a moose
skin flogger - heavier and more painful. I began on her back, then moved
to her ass. The crowd cheered as she swung slightly. Kira was sweating,
as was I. Her sweat made her nipples prominent and obvious to any who
could see her front. The flogger nipped at them as it struck her ribcage.
I heard her breath become more and more ragged as I continued. Then it was
over.
The Dom climbed to the platform and helped me let her down from the
bolt. She was okay, hot, aroused, sweaty. I couldn't recall ever be harder
in my life. The Dom helped us down the stairs and followed us to the
changing pavilion. When we were inside he asked me if we might want to
join him and a couple of others for a more private session. I looked at
him and then told Kira what I expected. She nodded and said, "Yes, Master,
please." I knew that at that moment I could have told her anything and she
would have agreed.
We moved with the Dom to a pavilion at the back of the party area. It
was much quieter and almost no one else was there. We were ushered into
the large tent. It was a good 15 feet square and at least 12 feet high at
the center. Dangling from the crossbar was a chain on a pulley. Then the
flap opened and a Domme walked in. She was tall, redhead, in a leather
bodice and thigh high boots. She was introduced as Serafina. She looked
at Kira and smiled. Then she took out a knife. Serafina rested the cold
steel on Kira's bronze skin. Kira recognized the cold steel and shuddered.
The blade moved and the tie on the underdress parted. The cotton fabric
puddled at her feet. I put it into the bag. Serafina took Kira's breasts
in her hands and kissed her full on the lips. Then she laughed and moved
away. The Dom attached Kira's manacles to the chain and raised it until
she was barely touching the ground. He nodded to me to use the heaviest of
my floggers on her.
I took it off my belt. It is a "rose flogger" - a dozen braided tails
each culminating in a leather rose. Each tail has four silver thorns on
it. It thuds and bites at the same time. The two Dom's murmured their
approval as I laid into Kira's naked flesh. She turned with each
blow...first to her ass, then her thighs, then her back. I used the rabbit
skin on her breasts and pussy...teasing her. Then back to the roses.
After about ten minutes I was sweating profusely, as was Kira. Serafina
and the Dom took over and stroked Kira between blows. Kira never stopped
moaning and murmuring her arousal to us all. I lost track of time, bit it
must have lasted 30 minutes. Finally, Kira's skin was red, and welts were
easily apparent on her breasts, back, and ass. I released her, wrapped her
in a cloak, and thanked our host and hostess. After they left the tent, I
removed her blindfold and manacles. Her eyes burned with lust. She begged
me to touch her...just touch her. I stroked her thighs and felt her juices
flowing down them. I ventured up and stroked her pussy. She grabbed me by
the shoulders and simply exploded in an orgasm that seemed to last forever.
She whimpered, moaned, and collapsed in my arms.
Somehow, I got her into the cloak and led her back to her tent. Once
there I put her to bed and tucked her in. She was asleep in moments. I
wondered how I would get my relief. Then I heard a noise behind me and
turned, temporarily deathly afraid. My lady stood there, in her own
underdress. She grabbed me and kissed me fiercely. She made me recount
all of it - every stroke, every blow. And she came often. So did I.
And when Kira awoke to find us there - well, in the privacy of your own
tent, you can do as you please. And we did.
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