I Hate It When Dungeons Close
This has happened to me 3 times. The first dungeon I had an affection for – my first BDSM experience went so well that it felt special. Also, they had a wonderful spine, a fishbone harness (an arrangement of straps) I’m rather partial to and not found the equal to since. When I heard they closed I wanted to purchase that harness but missed out. Oh well.
The second dungeon was a narrow two stored terrace house with 3 small dungeons. I wasn’t all that in love with it but the mistress I’d been seeing was very good. Super strong. I remember showing her my collection of belts and straps (in its infancy). She put her head in the bag, breathed in deeply, and said the loved the smell of leather. In the session she said the belt was her favourite even though she and her sister had got it from their father when they played up.
Anyway. I digress. The second place closed, then re opened, then closed again. They just couldn’t make it work.
Some Venues Are Different
The mistress I’d been seeing was very good, we exchanged some SMSs then she arranged another new private venue a friend of hers had. On this occasion it was close to her birthday and mine also. My wife made her a chocolate mud cake she loved.
The dungeon itself was not to my liking much. It was part of a large factory which was deserted on the day, and in an industrial estate. However the session was pretty good. As she was getting into strapping me with a belt, we heard through a high window that was open the sound of people talking. And quite close too. It sounded like their tea break time.
As she strapped me, I remember listeing to them talking wondering if they could hear it, the cracks of the belt on bent bum. They didn’t seem to which made me think that if they did hear it, maybe they thought it was some machine or other cracking away.
I remember I was in my 50’s, so she gave me my birthday in cane strokes. Plus one to grow on. Ahh, happy memories.