It was a warm summer night, about two years ago

We met at he warehouse at which point I was currently employed

We were dressed all in black

There was lots of bondage. whips, chains, whips made out of chains, a nylon strap binding gun from the packing department the hole shebang. I think a knife or two got thrown into the mix as well.

There were bruises, There was blood. There was hemorrhaging and blunt force trauma.

After all this was through, we nearly had to go to the hospital. One of us was all scratched up, bleeding profusely (In retrospect, I think the nylon straps were a bit too tight). The other was having some trouble remembering their own name, probably due to the lashings given from the chain. (I still have memory lapses from the incident)

I also have been more of a masochist ever since. The pounding sensation on my bludgeoned fingertips from the hammer reminds me of that wonderful evening…

After an experience like that, one really doesn’t need to have fantasies anymore. Log in to see images!