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| I'm excited but scared. Should I meet up with him? I arranged to meet up with a guy a few weeks ago for bondage and WAM (wet and messy) play, but I chickened out and he, rightly, called me a time waster and said he wasn't interested. I left another online ad yesterday, looking for the same thing, and he replied. I texted him, explaining that we'd been in contact a few weeks ago, that I'd chickened out, and that I was just letting him know instead of leaving him waiting around for a response. I said I understood that he wouldn't want to meet up. But he's just texted me back, saying that he will want to meet up, and that the ball is in my court. Part of me wants to meet up with him. The thing is, I'll be tied up, totally helpless and vulnerable in other words, and what's more he's into fisting, gas masks, cock and ball torture, and poppers. And for all I know he could still be angry at me, and using this as an opportunity to get his own back. So part of me feels scared. What do you think I should do? |
| If you want to do this, you should do it with someone you can trust and knows how far he can go, not a stranger. |
| Should I meet up with him? I'm excited but scared.? I arranged to meet up with a guy a few weeks ago for bondage and WAM (wet and messy) play, but I chickened out and he, rightly, called me a time waster and said he wasn't interested. I left another online ad yesterday, looking for the same thing, and he replied. I texted him, explaining that we'd been in contact a few weeks ago, that I'd chickened out, and that I was just letting him know instead of leaving him waiting around for a response. I said I understood that he wouldn't want to meet up. But he's just texted me back, saying that he will want to meet up, and that the ball is in my court. Part of me wants to meet up with him. The thing is, I'll be tied up, totally helpless and vulnerable in other words, and what's more he's into fisting, gas masks, cock and ball torture, and poppers. And for all I know he could still be angry at me, and using this as an opportunity to get his own back. So part of me feels scared. What do you think I should do? |
| Letting yourself get tied up by a stranger is very risky. The vast majority of people who are into bondage are decent people who will honor your limits, but there are some crazies out there. If you end up with one of the crazies, you will be in big trouble. IMHO, bondage is not a first date activity. You need to get to know someone first. When you do decide to let someone tie you up, it's a good idea to have a silent alarm (also known as a safe call). |
| Critique My Short Story, I Want To Know If I'm Rubbish? Feel free to stop reading whenever you gain an opinion on my writing style. Apolagies for the length, I would appreciate all criticism, be harsh, be brutal. Enjoy: Veronica took pills. Not in the traditional sense: the pills she takes are far from prescribed. I must admit though, life would be easier for everyone around her if she popped a valium every now and then. Alas, everyone needs their vices, everyone needs something to hold onto throughout the course of their existence. She did them all: ecstasy, serotonin, dopamine, diazepam. Her biggest habit was cocaine, when she could afford it. Ephedrine-powered nasal congestants when she couldn’t. I met Veronica at a house party in the ninth grade. She’s two years my senior, and breathes life into every room she enters. ’What’s your name?’ She asked, her voice was enough to razzle and dazzle me. ’Sam.’ I replied with the most nervous of tones in my arsenal. ’Wanna abuse a little substance, Sam?’ I lost my virginity to her an hour later. She, a thin peroxide blonde party girl and coffee franchise barista with a killer smile. And I, a skinny-leg jean wearing pothead whose balls had only just recently dropped. That night I gained initiation into the strange and wonderful world of Veronica Malone, a crash course in electronic music, pharmaceuticals, and a lot of sex, with occasional light bondage. I spent the next ten straight weekends with her. Over those ten weekends she bought me alcohol, weed, and a sixteenth of my current wardrobe. Far heavier an influence than was healthy for a boy my age. Our relationship was something of a Freudian wet dream. Veronica was my mentor, mother, sister and best friend, all the while being my lover. During the following Easter holidays, I brought her home for Easter-lunch. Her personality hastedly transformed once she stepped through my front door. From ***** and ***** to pleases and thank yous in the blink of an eye. Whether by miracle or cosmic joke, Veronica and I survived a seemingly endless cycle of dustups and were still seeing each other the following Easter holidays. Neither of us wanted to spend it with family. So instead we planned a trip to the coast. A long weekend of glorious sacrilege, were we decided to make a point of using the lord’s name in vain as often as we could. Preferably while doing a lot of ******* in her parents’ holiday home. We packed her weathered Nissan Pulsar with instant noodles and backed out of her drive-way, Veronica nearly guiding the car into an approaching hoodlum. He sneered at me and handed her a small air tight bag of cocaine. An hour later we pulled into a roadside rest-stop near Braidwood. She’d already taken off her pants and unzipped mine. She speedily turned off the ignition and climbed over the console, sprung my cock from my fly and pulled her panties aside far enough to take me in. She slid slowly down until our pelvises met. That was the end of the slow, from then on we were moving in Cocaine time. Using one hand to buffer her head against the Pulsar’s low ceiling, I reached down with the other to recline my chair. The seat flopped backwards with a bang, it’s momentum combined with the physics generated from our enthusiastic coupling started the car rolling backwards down a gentle slope. In all the excitement, neither of us thought to secure the hand brake. Veronica’s eyes widened with emotion. Fear? Arousal? Both? I was experiencing mostly panic as my body slid backward with the car. Grabbing the driver’s seat, I pulled myself through an incline sit-up towards the hand brake, wrapped my fingers around the handle and pulled hard. We slid a few anxious metres before abruptly hitting a gum tree. Veronica bowed her head, laughed and quickly rediscovered her earlier rhythm. We finished up and exited the vehicle to inspect the damage. Very minor, we got back in the car, Veronica did another line and we were on the road again. __ Thanks for reading, there's about 10,000 words more, this is just the beginning. And yeah, this story is semi-biographical. Believe it or not, just about all of this is true. |
| I got bored by the 2nd paragraph...sry, im rly tired |
| I'm excited but scared. Should I meet up with him? I arranged to meet up with a guy a few weeks ago for bondage and WAM (wet and messy) play, but I chickened out and he, rightly, called me a time waster and said he wasn't interested. I left another online ad yesterday, looking for the same thing, and he replied. I texted him, explaining that we'd been in contact a few weeks ago, that I'd chickened out, and that I was just letting him know instead of leaving him waiting around for a response. I said I understood that he wouldn't want to meet up. But he's just texted me back, saying that he will want to meet up, and that the ball is in my court. Part of me wants to meet up with him. The thing is, I'll be tied up, totally helpless and vulnerable in other words, and what's more he's into fisting, gas masks, cock and ball torture, and poppers. And for all I know he could still be angry at me, and using this as an opportunity to get his own back. So part of me feels scared. What do you think I should do? |
| Don't put yourself in a risk situation until you are sure of the guy you are with..many and he may be one, are reliable and considerate but you can also meet the dom freaks.. Either ask for a few ordinary dates first.... or look for a safe fetish meeting.. check out the site FETLIFE fetlife.com/home It is an excellent site to get help, discuss and be free with others like you (and me) |