Gay Dungeon for the Straight Boy (Classic Romance Book 2)

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A large number of the fire ants had slipped between his cheeks and they set about biting that intimate and sensitive area, even his rosebud like anus was not spared.

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And as you stood on the sidelines you could make out the little clusters of bodies in the corners, groping at one another, reaching under latex skirts, kneading fleshy shoulders, whispering their fantasies into the ears of their loved ones as others’ played out in front of their eyes. About 400 people gathered in Atlanta with one common denominator, we were all Masters and slaves. There have been many turning points in my life, but that weekend was the most important of all. It was the weekend that the closet doors came down for good. I was free to be myself, to be who I am. And I was not alone.

I got my solution very shortly after that. One evening I was at the gay bookstore in Dupont Circle, Lambda Rising, and ran into a book: Ties That Bind by Guy Baldwin. Listed in the index were two chapters on Master/slave relationships. I started reading right there in the bookstore and finally bought the book and took it home. The Master/slave dynamic had always fascinated me but I could not find a way to do it and to learn to do it right. Now this guy, Guy Baldwin, a gay leather psychotherapist from Los Angeles, was telling me how. And I liked what I was reading. Finally, there is a way to do this. There was more than just BDSM play. The bathroom is equipped with a douche and a european shower with shower seat. Extra towels and bed linens are available.It took a moment for the powder to take effect, and then, suddenly, Jordan became aware of the most extreme and infuriating itching sensation he had ever experienced. He struggled and writhed in extreme discomfort, desperate to pull off his speedos and try to brush the vile substance off himself, but could do nothing as his hands were tied to the beam above his head. The classes, the presenters and panelists were a validation of my inner feelings. I was not alone. What has been cruising my brain for so long, can be done. Time to act. Time to be myself. Time to be real. Master Taíno was born.

As with so many of the individuals here, she is impressive to behold; impressively free, like a rare bird tired of its cage.With the doors of the Leather Community wide open before me, I began to search for my soul. Where exactly do I belong in this world of wild sex, ropes and chains, domination and submission? My shyness at the Eagle disappeared the day I wore my first leather vest with a badge as “pledge” of the Defenders. The self-confidence emerged high and I no longer was afraid of reaching out to people at the bar. Brighton Dungeon is a discrete, gay-friendly and private underground dungeon chamber. Located in Brighton on the South Coast of England a short walk from the seafront. Offering a unique kinky play space for adventurous couples, experienced players, photographers, Professional Masters and Pro-subs.

Gingerly getting in to the cab – latex chaffs – I’m not entirely sure what I’ve just witnessed. As Wood had told me, ‘Fetish is really a term for your fantasies and obsessions’ and Torture Garden, as he had said, is certainly the place to explore those fantasies in a fun way among consenting adults. I also offer services as a Pro Domm and happy to help you explore your fantasies. Ask about this service and my hourly rate. Apparently it’s a doddle, according to Monty Python. These allow Crucifixion by ropes and make for a great photo opportunity when completed, of course other things can be done too. The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire.It suddenly occurred to Jordan that the itching powder and ants must have been bought there specially for him, this was no chance encounter, they had known in advance that he would be at the pool. So someone, either the Ranger or Harley must have been in on the plan. After completing a dozen laps of the pool, Jordan climbed out and made his way along the side of the pool planning to get himself a coke from the vending machine he had noticed by the entrance. He was then he realised he was no longer alone, when he spotted three figures in swimming trunks walking towards him.