A Predicament For Three, Please

One Dominant. Two s-types. And a calendar day cleared for play.

The predicament was laid out that morning across a Cracker Barrel breakfast table. Both of us girls were bright eyed and excited for the day. He was, as always, cool and collected. Finally, the man with the plan speaks:

“So here’s how it will go. We are going to lay out all of my tools. Empty all the bags. And we are going to play with them all. But here is the catch. You will be picking for her (pointing), and she will be picking for you (pointing again).

“So everything. Knives, wax, every impact tool, nipple torture devices, staples, everything.

“If you succeed in making this through, I will let you choose a reasonable reward that needs to be decided now, before we begin.

“But if you stop, or refuse a tool, the next time I play with you that tool you stop on will be the only one I will use for the entire scene.

“You will need to strategize. Do you use the tools you don’t want used on yourself? Will you pick what you know are her favorite? To win, I promise, you’re gonna have to work together.

“I will be able to use what I want, when I want, as I see fit. I will also be determining what, exactly, is done with that tool.

“Interested??”

Gulp.

We decide we are indeed interested. Our reward chosen?

We want some new shoes.

So what happened? How did it end? Did we make it through to the bottom of the bag?

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Well, I can’t exactly kiss and tell details on behalf of another lady, can I? How uncouth.

But I will say this. We lasted 6 hours.

We came, we played, we laughed so much. Smiled a lot. Moaned a lot.

Took His pain a lot.

Took potty breaks, snack breaks, talk breaks, cuddle breaks.

And in the end: we finished the bag.

Mama’s getting a new pair of leather boots.

So why share the tale if not to not share the details?

As a reminder:

This is supposed to be fun. A good time, sexual exploration, creative thinking, new experiences with special friends.

If you feel bogged down with pressure and obligation, it may be time to grab a friend (or two or three), dump out your tool bag, and turn an ordinary day into an extraordinary day.

Remind yourself of why you’re here.

Have some fun. It’s time to play.

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The reward.

Kind Regards,
MRsDarling

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