I was in the chair, spread eagle, my body exposed, my pussy exposed. Some gawkers stopped, some moved on. One guy watched, masturbating.
Watched the man called Angel as he topped dangerous. This man I had followed compliantly into this dungeon. This man I had never met before who promised nothing, and eventually delivered everything, or at least enough. Yes more than enough.

What are your safe words? He asked
- Yellow, Sir, to slow down, check in. Red means stop.

He looked deeply into my eyes. He pinched my nipples, already sore and bitten and bruised, and clamped them with a pair of clothespins. I recoiled from the pinching, the searing, burning and then at last relaxed into the blessed numbness...

One of the guests had been promoted to me in advance as “just your type” because of his shaved head and love of bondage – something I didn’t get to practice much at the House. Although already in my 30s, I felt like a teenager again when, after some conversation, I led him to the upstairs room, saying, “C’mon. There’s something I want to try.”

Alone with him in the small, dimly lit room, I undressed him and rubbed his body lightly with silicone glide. Next came a simple rubber hood with a mouth opening. I guided him gently into the inflatable latex sack and zipped it closed, save an unzipped gap at his genitals.

Extracting his stiffening cock, I got out the ErosTek and attached blue bands to his shaft, turning up the juice. He moaned. I danced a giddy dance of pleasure as I looked at this shiny, puffy black capsule on the wide, blue bondage bed.

Part of what thrilled me about the body bag was that, while his possibilities were quite limited, my possibilities felt endless. With a few zipper pulls, I had access to whatever I wanted, be it his nipples, his cock, his mouth, even his feet.

I could cause him pain with electrics or clamps. I controlled whether he could speak or see or hear. I could restrict his breath, tease him, heat him up, cool him down ... or even walk away and leave him there alone. His helplessness was erotic, his trust, empowering. I was hooked...

Waiting quietly with my own thoughts, wondering what might happen next, as I kneel in the center of a dark room is nothing new to me.

The feel of rope harness forming around my body .. the smell of treated rope, intoxicating. The sting and tingling sensation as it licks my skin is not unfamiliar.

Knowing I will be in half suspension this way, with body harness holding me in place from above. My knees the only thing touching the ground, and the feeling of mid-flight as I wait for a lashing, caning, or a gentle stroke of His palm, is not a new feeling to me.

My arms tied behind my back. My sight taken. As a thousand times before.

The pain, familiar.. comforting. Liberating. I hear myself moan...