There was lots of water for everyone; we all were sweaty and exhausted. I slumped over, chugging a bottle, and then another.
Even with all my screaming (the scene had lasted about an hour and there were few times when I was silent), my voice was not hoarse. I'd never pushed my voice that long and hard before. It was nice to learn something new about myself.
Sugary things were the next to come out. Bananas, Gushers, and fruit cups circled around the group.
People rubbed my back, played with my hair, and made sure I was okay.
As Gray stood up, I rested my head against his hip, reached my arm around his leg, and leaned against him. Later he stepped away so others could come in to hug me.
After a few parting embraces, I waved him back over. I hugged him once more before he had to depart.
We all gathered up our things. My tattered clothes were coming with me. I tossed around the idea of making a blanket out of all my destroyed clothing from the weekend.
N3rddom had an entire box of things for the abduction, from safer sex supplies to many toys that didn't get to come out. We picked up all our trash. We left the place as we'd found it.
The group disbursed. People had playdates, classes, and staff errands to attend to. N3rddom said he would walk me back through the woods to my cabin. My other captors walked across the small bridge towards the other side of the lake.
We had been in the obstacle course, a part of camp I had never visited before. I'd say my scene was an excellent introduction to the space.
As N3rddom and I trekked back up the rocky and muddy hill, I held his hand. Both of us were still high on adrenaline and endorphins.
We began talking about the experience. I laughed jovially that I would be bra-less for the rest of camp. Gray had, in fact, cut off the only two I'd brought with me.
N3rddom was slightly anxious. He very much wanted to make sure I'd had a good time, that his devious plans had been successful. I assured him that all went well; I'd had a splendid time.
N3rddom began mentioning all the things he had planned: an ass hook, clover clamps for my pussy. But the group never got around to his other implements because everyone was having so much fun just hitting me.
"You know Kristen, this was very much a love abduction. Everyone there was there because they are crazy about you...When you get down, when you feel like shit, remember everyone there loved you."
My abduction had a special guest. They walked into my line-of-sight after all my limbs were restrained, somewhere in the middle of my pain. I hadn't heard their voice before then either.
They wore beautiful boots, black with red trim and buckles at the top. They used those boots to step on my stomach. They stepped on my chest. They stepped on my face and smeared the mud from their walk through the woods to my abduction onto my cheeks.
Murphy ordered me to compliment the special guest on their boots.
"I already did earlier." I had, in fact, seen the special guest wearing those boots before my class and remarked on how beautiful they were.
"We don't give a shit," yelled Gray. "Do it again!" He punished me for my sass. I screamed out in pain, and then in adoration of the boots.
"I love your boots, X. All I want to do is kiss and lick them."
"Now you are a filthy fucking slut," remarked Slut.
With her hand now free from my cunt, Slut transitioned to biting me all over: my chest, arms, legs, stomach.
With PrudeNate's hand inside me, I soon asked permission to cum again. I was refused.
I pushed through the pain, now not just the scratching and punches and biting, but also willing my body to not react, willing my muscles to not contract, willing my orgasm back.
Murphy said I would gain permission for my cum if I screamed out my name, Cabin Bitch For Life. I did. I came.
[Added thanks to PrudeNate:
As my torment continued, someone remarked that there was nowhere on my body that had not been punched. PrudeNate, however, disagreed.
"There's somehwere she hasn't been punched yet." The group looked to him in astonsihment, asking where.
"Here," he replied as he punched my cervix with his fist inside me. There were many nodding heads of approval, as well as a few at-a-boys.]
During the duration of the scene, whenever I began to catch my breath, or Gray and Murphy thought I was getting too quiet (as in I wasn't full throated screaming or sobbing), the duo beat me more.
"We want your voice gone. You're not going to stop screaming." I don't remember which of the two said that.
N3rddom, who I'd barely seen throughout my ordeal, came into my line-of-sight, punched my chest, kissed me, and whispered into my ear, "Aren't you glad you asked me to do this?"
When he stood back up, he also remarked, "What happened to you mindfucking us?"
With PrudeNate fisting me, CandleLover's nails gripping my breast, and Slut's teeth sunk down into my stomach, it became too much. At one point, Slut bit hard, pulled, and swiveled her head back and forth.
I tried to break free. I was so sweaty it was hard for everyone to hold my limbs as I wrenched my body around. I got an arm out, but was soon restrained again.
I needed to get away. I was able to curl my body away from Slut, but she never let go of my stomach. She just wouldn't stop biting me.
Finally I had to scream, the most guttural scream of my life. "YELLOW!" Immediately people relaxed their grip. I curled into a ball away from Slut, away from her teeth. It happened to be into Big Bro's lap.
I just needed a moment. I just needed water. I just needed Slut to not be biting me.
After I chugged a bottle of water, I said I was okay. I thought we would go on.
Instead Big Bro called it. I was done.
Lying on my back, I was now completely naked. They pulled off all remaining pieces of fabric of my tattered dress, as well as slipped the strap of my Hello Kitty bag over my head.
CandleLover held my left arm. Cannonball gripped my right arm. My back rested on their thighs. Murphy was on my right leg and Gray on my left. I couldn't get away. There was nowhere to go.
Slut again drew targets, this time on my chest. The marker she used scratched my skin terribly, a mere warm up for their punches. With her targets drawn, Slut began fisting me while others gave me more pain.
First people took turns abusing my chest. Murphy intended to use his double barrel shot gun method, but he made me ask for it. The first time I asked, he said I wasn't loud enough. The second time I screamed as hard as I could.
"Murphy, please hit me with the double barrel shot gun!"
He slammed both his fists into my chest. I was grateful for CandleLover and Cannonball supporting my torso, even if I was their hostage.
Now it was Gray's turn. He told Murphy how Big Bro was mentioned in my interrogation. Gray said how he didn't punch as hard as Murphy, so he made up for it in number of hits and increased speed. Gray punched quickly all over my chest. He also struck my stomach and my thighs.
Gray again pulled out his cane, the one that was great for leaving marks, and continued to attack my chest. He hit my nipples and lashed at the underside of my breasts.
Then both Murphy and Gray sunk their fingers into my flesh, waves of pain surging from their pressure points manipulations. Meanwhile CandleLover's nailed gripped my breasts and scratched my skin.
I was given some reprieve as Cannonball poured water into my mouth. I gratefully gulped down the entire bottle, getting about a minute break before the torture continued.
With my short breather, I was finally able to start enjoying Slut's fisting, whereas before it had been a way to endure the pain. As she continued to work, I could feel an orgasm rising. N3rddom brought out a vibrator and placed it on my clit. The crew made me endure more pain before I was allowed to cum.
When I asked permission, Murphy insisted I beg for my orgasm. He made me scream out the names of the event organizers, but they were nowhere within hearing distance. Then he made me ask the photographers, who had been shooting the abduction the entire time.
When I begged the duo to allow me to cum, the male of the two replied, "In a minute."
"I like you. You can run with us," said Murphy.
Gray gripped my throat. My eyes locked on his. He began counting back from five. When he finished, I was allowed to cum.
Finally, finally, I felt lustful beautiful warmth surge through my abdomen. Finally I was rewarded for my pain.
Slut switched out with PrudeNate. Time for Round two.
"Whatever someone has done to you, they can do it again."
"Oh shit."
With my knowledge that Gray was indeed a part of my abduction team, the possibilities for pain, restraints, and all kinds of meanness increased exponentially. My level of dread for what was to come skyrocketed.
As the truck traveled, we passed over the uneven terrain of the camp. I had no idea where we were going.
When we stopped, I was pushed out of the truck onto the ground. I heard Murphy ahead of me and felt him tug on my chains, pulling me forward. I was to walk the rest of the way to my fate.
My Hello Kitty bag was still slung over my shoulder, a dangling dead weight as I was marched along.
My dress was in tatters, barely clinging to my body. Another bra had been destroyed (but, since Gray had ripped one of my bras before, technically it was allowed).
The terrain was a little rocky but mostly muddy; I guessed we were in the woods.
When we finally stopped, I felt a log under me as Murphy dragged me onto it. My legs straddled the large piece of wood. I was pushed down onto my stomach. My dress was ripped still more, exposing my back and backside.
My captors started with spankings. At first it was Slut's big blue cock smacking my ass playfully. Soon, though, Murphy had a better idea.
I knew Big Bro's love of firing squads, having experienced the Hitachi Firing Squad last year at Rope Camp. He suggested the entire team participate in a spanking fire squad. So many hands stung my body all over my back and ass. I screamed and tried to wiggle away. Of course, there was no getting away.
They turned me around on the log, pulled off my hood, and Slut's big blue cock was now in my mouth. Murphy gripped my hair and bobbed my head back and forth on Slut's strap-on, encouraging my efforts.
There was yet still more abuse to my ass. Punches, for which Slut drew targets before her and others inflicted their blows. A cricket bat, who strokes were at first wickedly stingy. But then N3rddom (I'm assuming it was him since I know he owns a cricket bat) turned the implement and began giving me thuddy hits. Those strokes were but a small respite as next out came a cane; more stingy pain eliciting my cries.
Again I tried to crawl away. Instead they just flipped me over, my back now on the log. Apparently one side was cooked enough. It was time for the front.
Big Bro had cradled my head and neck as he tackled me and we went down to the ground. Very quickly, a hood was over my head.
My Hello Kitty bag was still slung over my shoulder, lying somewhere on the ground, as they pulled my arms back and secured them with manacles.
"Ah, glasses please." Someone slipped up my hood just enough to grab my spectacles.
With my glasses safe, I began fighting back, trying to wrench my arms and legs free. Multiple hands gripped down on me. Once my limbs were secure, they tried to raise me to standing. I resisted.
"So, that's how you want to go."
They lifted me. I don't know how many people it took, but each limb was raised off the ground, bending my back into an arch. I felt like a cross between a sky diver and a pig on a spit being carried to dinner.
They threw/shoved me into the back of the truck I'd seen before. The bed was hot, the metal warmed from the day's Sun. They pushed me in further as others also hopped in.
"Ready." I heard a door close, the truck start. We were moving.
There was a rip; I think someone used a knife. The front of my dress was ripped down. My clothes were coming off.
They went for my nipples. They slapped and pinched; I yelped and fought back more.
As the pain began, I had a mini panic attack. For a moment, I thought I couldn't breathe in the hood. But then I realized I was screaming bloody murder, so obviously I could indeed breathe.
Someone, I think Murphy, shoved me to one side of the truck and into someone else's arms. I listened to the two of them speak and recognized a familiar voice.
"You motherfucker!"
Friday night, the night of the storm, the very night before, I absentmindedly made my way to the Dining Hall in hopes of Midnight Snack. There was none, but I did find friends to chat with.
As we spoke, the topic of my abduction came up. Gray, who I had listed first on my approved roster, pled ignorance. He said he never got any email from N3rddom. I tried to not show my disappointment.
Fast forward to Saturday morning, me in the hot truck bed, pushed into someone's arms, and then being pissed off beyond belief.
"You thought I was too busy to check my email?"
Such a mindfuck.
I had a feeling...
When I woke up Saturday morning, I knew from that breath on my abduction could happen at any moment.
After a quick shower, I donned my purple and black dress, as well as my purple flats, and headed down towards the Pavilion. I was to demo bottom during the first class session.
I was nervous. And I had a feeling.
Something told me my abduction would happen after my morning class. Looking at my schedule, I saw I had a huge block of time where I wasn't doing anything. For a few hours I had no obligations and no classes I wished to attend. I hadn't done this on purpose; it just happened.
So I had a feeling.
As the class finished up, I got my things together slowly. I had had so much fun demo bottoming, I was happy, gleeful. And, at a few points during the class, I had forgotten about my abduction.
I will admit, though, it did occur to me that because I was restrained the presenter could've left me bound on the matt, and the team could've swooped in, picked me up, and carried me away.
But that didn't happen...yet.
As I was hanging out with friends, chatting and smiling, Slut came over. She had a brilliant idea: Waffle House. I finished putting on my clothes and grabbed my things.
As we walked up the hill from the Pavilion, my mind drifted to thoughts of eggs, bacon, sausage, and waffles.
Strangely, though, I saw there was a truck parked on the grass above us. And the camp photographers were hanging out by it. And they were looking at me.
And then I heard the boot stomps. Clomp Clomp Clomp. "Oh fuck." BOOM!!!
I was on the ground. "Hey pretty girl," said Big Bro.
A hood went over my head.
"But I wanted Waffle House..."
It had started.
Having spoken to N3rddom A LOT about my abduction, as well as having sent him an email detailing my thoughts on the scene, he set out to contact and organize my would-be captors. After his initial inquiry, the following is the message he sent them.
Subject: Abduction of Poetic Desires Details
I have talked with Kristen a good bit about this. Much of our discussion ended up in a memo she wrote for me about how she imagined the experience would go. If you have comments or additions, just respond to all and we will discuss them. If you want to do something to her that is not covered herein or that you aren’t sure about, just ask me and I will put it to her or decide based on our discussions.
Call or text if you have any questions: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Thanks,
N3rddom
Props:
BYO: gloves, condoms, wipes, cigars, hurty things, Strap-ons, dildos, water bottles, knives
We need people to commit to bring the following from their personal stashes.
Chains
Zip ties
Hood
Handcuffs—preferably fuzzy ones.
Fucks-all?
One type of all-purpose silicon or water-based lube
Water for scene and aftercare
Clothes for Kristen after the scene
Rope for tie downs--but rope must not touch her body. This last part will be a surprise, but I think a nicely challenging one for someone who responds so greatly to rope.
Characters
No role playing is required. Kristen’s original idea was that her assailants were coworkers. Later, she rejected that and we came with the prompt "Hey pretty girl" based on her being hailed by men outside a bar after DO (or was it TNG) Happy Hour one night. Our latest discussions have determined that we are ourselves, her friends and lovers. I pointed out that, given the participants, it was likely at least one of us would make her laugh at some point. That’s OK by her. She brought up that she might try to mind-fuck us back by asking how people who claim to care about her could hurt her like this. For myself, I probably won’t engage her verbally in some sort of argument—I am thinking I won’t speak directly to her at all unless whispering sweet evil in her ear.
We all need to keep an eye out for other people getting too close. Kristen writes:
No one may enter the scene unless I give pre-approval.
Entering the scene also includes watching the scene in my eye line and talking/speaking so that I can hear them. If others wish to watch that I have not preapproved, they MUST STAY SILENT AND OUT OF MY FIELD OF VISION.
Setting
Time: Saturday, 11:31 AM outside the Pavilion. As of the draft schedule, no one is teaching at this time and Kristen will be finishing up demo-bottoming for a class. I think it will be a surprise.
We could totally spend days sharing schedules and deciding on the absolute best time for everyone. Let’s start with this time and see what we can make happen.
Place: The scene originally discussed involved Kristen being bound and left in the open for others to use. She decided that was a good idea for the second kidnapping experience, not the first. Given her concern for certain people involving themselves (I will take care of that part if they show up or lurk), I think the woods are a good idea. Since we will be starting by the Pavilion, an obvious place would be the obstacle course. We will carry/drag/push her there. We should look for a place with some decent attachment points.
Mood: Jovial sadism. Comfortable cruelty. We are a bunch of good friends having good times, laughing, joking, and fucking her up. Perhaps we should not indicate an interest in her pleasure, except as her experience of pleasure degrades her further.
Rising Action
Murphy will be directing the take down itself--more on this later.
As Kristen leaves the Pavilion, one of us, standing to the side of the steps in the grass, talking to someone she knows is not involved in the scene, will greet her: "Hey pretty girl." She will come over and engage the speaker in conversation. This person should probably be themselves—for the moment. The take-down team will move into the Pavilion and, blending with the crowd leaving the class, take position behind her. This team, led by Murphy, will then take her down. Kristen plans to fight. She will need to be restrained and coerced into going down the path to the obstacle course.
I will have a longish chain we could lock around her to maneuver her. I kind of like the idea of chaining one foot and letting her try to get away. We could let her try to run away with the hood on and catch her a couple of times, if that appeals to you all. Kristen writes:
Then, either through brutal force (knock me off my feet) or slick threats (knife to the throat; arm bar; etc) I am restrained. You mentioned you'd like the use of a hood. Whatever way you choose, I want my eyes to be covered and my wrists & ankles restrained. This is will take, at minimum, five people. (Note: Please take care with my glasses.)
I am carried off, either on people's shoulders, dumped into the trunk of a car, the back of a cart, etc. I will, most likely, be crying, pleading for help, etc. BE FOREWARNED: I may fightback, hard.
Climax
Kristen has made it explicit that Gray, Murphy, Slut, DeepEnd, and Darien have permission to do to her things they have done before in play. What they do should not be taken as permission for the rest of us to do the same. For example, DeepEnd can cut her as he has before. If anyone else wants to cut her, you need to ask first and make sure Kristen tells me it is ok. Similarly, Gray has burned her with a cigar. She’d like that to happen again, but maybe leave that up to him.
I am going to let Kristen describe the assault herself.
I am eventually dumped on the ground somewhere in the woods, or just in the grass in the middle of camp, or by the lake; it is somewhere different. I am restrained to a tree or rock or something to keep me from running away. Of course this assumes you don't want me to run away in panic. If you do, dump me, I'll stumble up, etc.
When I am finally bound/circled to where the hurt can begin, I can be punched, face slapped, kicked, elbowed, flogged, caned, whipped, spanked, scratched, hair pulled. NO ELECTRICAL.
I have a phobia of my nipples being torn off. You may pinch and twist, but NO NIPPLE CLAMPS.
Breath play is allowed.
No watersports or scat. No vomit. No spit.
You asked about insults. Anything sexual is allowed (cunt, whore, slut, bitch, etc.). However insulting my intelligence or my body will not fly. I will most likely end the scene right there, or at the very least call black [see Safewords below]. Taunts are fine. Interrogations are awesome.
You may force me to do sexual acts (oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, hand jobs, fingering, fisting, titty fucking), but all parties must be wearing proper STI barriers and there must be lube if there is anal. Strap-ons are more than welcome, as well as vibrators.
[Exceptions to barriers if the receiver so wishes: Oral sex with Gray, Murphy, Slut, & Darian; also Gray has fisted me once without gloves or lube, he may do so again if he wishes].
. ..
Speaking of, common sense reigns the day on all things: no broken bones, no face bruises, no burns that will last more than a week.
Knives are good. No cuts to the face.
If you come up with other ideas, as always feel free to run them by me and I'll give a yea or nay.
- Safewords
I want to follow the traffic light standard:
Green means "good/keep going". Yellow means "give me a moment" or "check in with me" or "not that implement/act" or "stop using that on me now". Red means "END THE SCENE NOW"! I hope to not Red.
[Added variations: Beige means "I'm bored/speed it up." Black means "headspace trouble; check with me." Orange means "I'm getting close to done."]
My one addition to this is Cigars: there will be cigars. Blow the smoke in her face, make her eat ash off your cocks—standard cigar play short of actual burning will be quite welcome.
It will probably be warm. We should be wary of Kristen’s dehydration and give her water as necessary.
Dénouement
I had mentioned the possibility of cutting souvenirs from her hair, and she said we could take locks that wouldn’t be seen—definitely no hair cutting that would be noticeable—but I am thinking we just skip that. Feel free to mind fuck her about shaving her head, though, because she REALLY doesn’t want us to do that. I have explicit permission from her that we may threaten absolutely anything as long as we stay within her stated boundaries.
When we are done with her, we leave her as she is when we’re finished, bound or not doesn’t matter. I want her to have the experience of feeling abandoned and alone, then calling out for help.
At that point, the aftercare team swoops in and takes care of her. Since we are crazy about her, the rest of us can then sneak back and check in. Regarding aftercare, Kristen writes:
Aftercare will need to be, at minimum, water and human contact for ten minutes to possibly include hugging, cuddling, head stroking, back rub, etc. If it is chilly, a blanket would be preferable or one of my hoodies.
PoeticDesires Abduction Cheat-Sheet
Explicit Yes:
Punching
Kicking
Slapping face
Elbowing
Flogging
Caning
Whipping
Spanking
Scratching
Hair pulling
Breath play
Sexual insults and taunts
Threats
Oral
Vaginal
Anal
Hand jobs
Fingering
Fisting
Titty fucking
Explicit No:
Spit
Vomit
Watersports
Scat
Electrical
Nipple clamps
Cuts to the face
Broken bones
Facial bruises
More than very minor burns
Insulting her intelligence
Insulting her body
Cutting hair
Sexual contact without STI barriers
Safewords:
Green ="good/keep going"
Yellow = "give me a moment" or "check in with me" or "not that implement/act" or "stop using that on me now"
Red = "END THE SCENE NOW"!
Beige = "I'm bored/speed it up."
Black ="headspace trouble; check with me."
Orange = "I'm getting close to done."
Going into Fusion, I knew I wanted an abduction. I had previously attempted one at the last Fusion, but instead called off the scene.
For this year, I chose my friend N3rddom to organize and coordinate the affair with my approved captors to make this scene happen.
As part of the process, N3rddom asked me to send him an email outlining my thoughts and ideas included in the multiple conversations we had leading up to the event.
The following is the email I sent him.
Fusion Abduction Ideas
- Sunday
I will leave the entirety of my Sunday free. Any classes I may want to attend I will inform you of, and should I deviate from said schedule I will text/call you immediately. This leaves the whole day for you to plan.
After much thought, I'd rather the abduction happen on the last day. It will build up the anxiety and I will not have to worry about being so worn out from the scene that I'd have to cancel anything after it.
[Note: I opened up both Saturday and Sunday due to scheduling conflicts from both myself and my captors.]
- Clothing
For the day, I will wear destroyables (save my bra) which can be torn, cut, or burned off of me. These scraps may be given away as trophies, left to me as mementos, or a combination of the two.
- "Hey pretty girl."
I imagine the participants tormenting me all day with the code phrase, "Hey pretty girl." This would be their greeting, and I would be obligated to come over and speak with them warmly, never knowing if this is the time when my abduction starts.
- Participants
List of people ok-ed to participate. I left you out because, well, that is obvious.
1- Gray; 2- Murphy; 3- Slut; 4- SirRonC; 5- DarianIlRe; 6- BlackBeard; 7- DeepEnd; 8- Lochai; 9- Lqqkout; 10- PrudeNate; 11- CandleLover; 12- SkinnyBitch; 13- Celeste
If you would like to have someone not listed participate, please run the name by me before Fusion and I will give a yes or no. No one may enter the scene unless I give pre-approval.
Entering the scene also includes watching the scene in my eye line and talking/speaking so that I can hear them. If others wish to watch that I have not preapproved, they MUST STAY SILENT AND OUT OF MY FIELD OF VISION.
People absolutely not allowed include X, Y, and Z. [Names redacted out of courtesy.]
- Aftercare
Aftercare will need to be, at minimum, water and human contact for ten minutes to possibly include hugging, cuddling, head stroking, back rub, etc. If it is chilly, a blanket would be preferable or one of my hoodies.
Names of possible aftercare folk: 1- Amethyst; 2- RockStarIsis; 3- Celeste (talk of hair time); 4- persons listed above if they wouldn't mind/could do it after being in that dark headspace.
- The Scene
"Hey pretty girl," a friend says to me. I walk over and greet them, chatting happily.
Then, either through brutal force (knock me off my feet) or slick threats (knife to the throat; arm bar; etc) I am restrained.
You mentioned you'd like the use of a hood. Whatever way you choose, I want my eyes to be covered and my wrists & ankles restrained. This will take, at minimum, five people. (Note: Please take care with my glasses.)
I am carried off, either on people's shoulders, dumped into the trunk of a car, the back of a cart, etc. I will, most likely, be crying, pleading for help, etc. BE FOREWARNED: I may fight back, hard.
I am eventually dumped on the ground somewhere in the woods, or just in the grass in the middle of camp, or by the lake; it is somewhere different. I am restrained to a tree or rock or something to keep me from running away. Of course this assumes you don't want me to run away in panic. If you do, dump me, I'll stumble up, etc.
When I am finally bound/circled to where the hurt can begin, I can be punched, face slapped, kicked, elbowed, flogged, caned, whipped, spanked, scratched, hair pulled. NO ELECTRICAL.
I have a phobia of my nipples being torn off. You may pinch and twist, but NO NIPPLE CLAMPS.
Cigar play is allowed.
Breath play is allowed.
No watersports or scat. No vomit. No spit.
You asked about insults. Anything sexual is allowed (cunt, whore, slut, bitch, etc.). However insulting my intelligence or my body will not fly. I will most likely end the scene right there, or at the very least call black [see Safewords below]. Taunts are fine. Interrogations are awesome.
You may force me to do sexual acts (oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, hand jobs, fingering, fisting, titty fucking), but all parties must be wearing proper STI barriers and there must be lube if there is anal. Strap-ons are more than welcome, as well as vibrators.
(Exceptions to barriers if the receiver so wishes: Oral sex with Gray, Murphy, Helen, & Darian; also Gray has fisted me once without gloves or lube, he may do so again if he wishes)
You had talked about walking away and leaving me "alone" to cry and wail for help; this is an option if you would like.
Speaking of, common sense reigns the day on all things: no broken bones, no face bruises, no burns that will last more than a week.
Knives are good. No cuts to the face.
If you come up with other ideas, as always feel free to run them by me and I'll give a yea or nay.
- Safewords
I want to follow the traffic light standard:
Green means "good/keep going". Yellow means "give me a moment" or "check in with me" or "not that implement/act" or "stop using that on me now". Red means "END THE SCENE NOW"! I hope to not Red.
(Added variations: Beige means "I'm bored/speed it up." Black means "headspace trouble; check with me." Orange means "I'm getting close to done.")
- Conclusion
I hope this answers a lot of your questions. If you have any more, please ask.
Reminder: This will be my first abduction, so I do not know how I will react or how long I will last.
Hopefully this will be a lot of fun and a scene I am never going to forget.
