The first kidnapping, of course, being when my new INTJ friends 'forced' me to visit various sex shops with them on my sick day last week. It was so truly horrifying. Not. Well, apart from the traffic cone sized dildo LOL.
Got an email on Monday from them, saying was I up for a spontaneous dinner the following night. To which I said sure, of course. They wouldn't tell me where it was though, apart from some sort of pub. So they picked me up from home, and then drove out to the airport. I was amazed there was a pub at the airport. Not as amazed as the staff member looking like a deer in headlights with people coming to the airport pub - this wasn't in one of the terminals, mind you, just in the industrial zone next to the nearest hotel to the airport. He had to tell us that the kitchen closed three hours before we turned up.
So, we could have gone to one of my locals - I have lived in this suburb three and a half years, and have only been in one of the local pubs once, and that was only because my parents got there before I could direct them to the cafe we were having dinner at - but my mates wanted to avoid trivia night or chook lotto or karaoke if they could, so we went a few suburbs away to this place I have always gone past, but never been in. And it was lovely inside.
And the conversation was lovely and light and dare I say flirty sexual, and dinner was lovely - they had done the spontaneous dinner thing because of a steak and lobster Tuesday night special, I'm not really into lobster, but it saved me looking too closely at the menu, and choosing something else lol. And these are the guys I was trying to entice into kidnapping me and beating me, so I kinda sorta worked that angle as well.
And then he said, well, yes, so we beat you, what happens next. Apparently to his brain, a beating isn't enough of a reason to get off or anything. And when I said I hadn't had sex for six months, her brain almost exploded with a sense of omgwtf. Everything Dommy/subby/Owner/property or whatever else I have found myself wading in recently, to those two, all that stuff revolves around sex. Whereas I see it as somewhat of a substitute - it certainly gives me enough of an endorphin high.
So when that came up, the fact that sex is an integral part of their O/p play, I shrugged my shoulders and said yeah, I will go for that as well. I guess I just didn't want to impose on them, it would have been fun enough for me to be beaten, but their minds don't seem to work that way. And then my eyes went saucer shape round - different to the anime eyes, which are a sense of longing, saucer shape is shock - when they then said, yeah okay. And then proceeded to pepper me with questions about what I would want to get up to.
Though the grin, somewhat wicked, somewhat in shock, didn't take all that long to come out when I realised they were serious and wanted to do this. I have a day off in a couple of weeks time, when I will catch up with them next, and they will REALLY kidnap me. When we went into the car park to head home, they opened up the boot of their Peugeot, one of the sportier numbers, and I said yeah, I would be able to fit in there. They were then wondering out loud about getting rear ended in the train station car park where they will pick me up, and having to explain the naked, duct taped body in there to cops. Which would be a laugh, unless it actually happens lol.
They suggested I write a 'sexual bucket list' of what I want to get up to. Of course, being a few hours or so, we won't be able to do everything on there, or probably even half or a quarter of the things, but it will give some parameters. She asked me how bi-curious I actually was, and I replied as bi as you need me to be, so there are things she wants to see of him that she hasn't been able to, and maybe I will be able to assist with that. Grinning like a fool already, remembering how - intense, I guess the right word is? - intensely sexual the conversation was in this nice suburban pub restaurant.
She said she was surprised at how willing I was to be a victim, when, in all reality, I hardly know the two of them, especially in how rough they may play. I batted my eyelids at the both of them, and said, in a kinda sing-song voice 'abuse me', with a huge smile on my face. They laughed at that, before he said that it was the unwilling victims that were more fun - their screams are more authentic.
I got home, and, as I do when I have these lovely evenings, I was on the phone to Mistress within about fifteen seconds of getting in the door. I said it was looking likely I was going to get fucked in a couple of weeks, by the both of these new friends, and could I have permission to do so. Mistress said she didn't mind. But that she was somewhat jealous and she wants there to be pictures taken. So as well as the corset and the collar, and possibly the flogger, I better take the camera down. By this stage I will be living with the parents before the move There, so that will be fun, making sure the sex stuff don't fall out of my satchel bag in front of Mum.
As I smirk about how to pose my eyes while I have duct tape over my mouth. Mmm, this could be a good photo shoot INDEED. Let alone all the actual, you know, sex stuff.
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