poeticdesires

Category: Fusion

  • Third

    My third and final tie for Fusion occurred early Saturday night.

    Nomad, Lynk, and I met up by the Barn, standing on the outskirts of an event, the Kinky Circus.

    Nomad and I then headed towards the Dungeon as Lynk stayed a moment to speak to someone briefly.

    As the two of us stepped onto the gravel path leading up to the tennis court, Lynk slipped up beside me. I jumped a little, not realizing he had caught up, and said, “Dude, you’re ninja.”

    We’d decided to have our rope time at the circular truss on the tennis court just outside the Dungeon. When we initially met up, it was 8pm. The Sun was low in the sky, but still bright enough for us to work.

    I emptied out my rope kit and began to rig my ring. As I threw up my webbing, Lynk offered to assist me. Leaping, he grabbed a lower rung of the truss and slipped my webbing threw.

    As Nomad looked up, she wasn’t sure how she would rig her equipment. She merely had two interlocked carabeners, along with a swivel, attached to her ring.

    I asked her for a length of rope and decided I would climb on top of the truss to rig her ring. Again Lynk offered to help instead. He leaped, flipped up, and locked his legs above.

    “You could use the ladder,” I said, referring to the ladder portion of the truss I had begun to climb before his offer of aid.

    “What’s the fun in that?” He then lifted his body up and over and laid across the top of the truss.

    Tossing up the rope, he looped the line through the truss and let it back down to me. I tied a knot on Nomad’s ring and then tied a set of ascending half hitches. When I could no longer reach, Lynk took over, finishing off the rope for me.

    Our equipment secured, Nomad started her self suspension and I started my practice with Lynk.

    I explained to him the ties I wanted to perform. First I would give him a simple inversion with a hip harness and an ankle cuff. Then I would attach a chest harness and thigh cuff, giving him a face up suspension.

    We began. Using a Swiss seat, I encouraged him to adjust the lines for comfort as I tied. The humidity did not allow my hemp rope to fly across skin as normal, but I made due. Attaching an ankle cuff, I was ready to lift him.

    I tied a lifting line to his hip harness and picked up his center. I asked him if he was ready. He was.

    I asked Lynk to sit into his harness and then lifted his ankle cuff, pulling the line all the way through one of my carabeners. He was upside down.

    I asked him how he felt. He was good, except the hip harness was biting a bit. Lynk is quite fit. While up, he realized his frame possessed very little padding for my ropes.

    I let him down slowly. He stood, and I eased down some stress on the lifting line of his hip harness. For future suspensions, he would ask for more lines around his middle.

    We transitioned to the next tie. I wrapped rope around his chest creating a simple harness. I attached a line from his chest to my ring. Checking that he was ready, I lifted his chest and hips. Tying a line to his thigh, I lifted his leg. Finally again rose his ankle.

    Once more, he was doing well. I asked about his neck, seeing if he wanted some extra support. Like my tie with EvilMike, I quaded my rope, slipped it behind his head, and took the rope to my ring.

    Lazing in my ropes, Lynk remarked how he now understood why people liked suspensions so much. He said he could lay in it for hours.

    As he gently swayed, quietly meditating, I looked back to check on Nomad. She was up in the air, suspended sideways, adjusting her ropes.

    As she worked and Lynk lazed, I smiled.

    As the Sun’s light grew dim, I began letting Lynk down. By the time all my ropes were on the ground, coiled and put away, the light was gone.

    Lynk went up and came down safely, a new convert to suspension. He was a successful, and my last, Fusion rope practice.

  • D3

    I asked D3 if he wouldn’t mind blacking my boots, seeing as my shift was up in fifteen minutes. He agreed, sitting on the ground as I remained in my chair, setting up his kit as I stashed mine away.

    He then asked, “Do you need to go anywhere?”

    “No,” I replied. My commitments for the evening didn’t start until much later, about two hours from then. This was his tester, to see how much care and attention he could give to my leather. In my view, he had all the time in the world.

    We started with my showing him how to unlace my boots, first trailing up the boot & around the rosettes and then back down over the rosettes & through the side loops.

    As he began his cleaning, I slipped into my happy floaty place. His hands massaged my calves. Pressure and sensation mixed with the feeling of having someone up close servicing my leather. My head rolled back and I sighed.

    To condition my boots, he used a mixture of Black Gold and Hubberd’s. I loved the visual of him rapidly rubbing his hands together and them applying the mixture on my boots.

    As again his hands kneaded into my flesh beneath my leather, my sighs grew into moans. My eyes closed; my head collapsed back. I fell into the feeling of the service; got lost in his hands.

    When I peeked, just once, I saw what looked like Hubberd’s on his lips. I smiled, closed my eyes, and allowed myself to be lost again.

    His work mostly complete, I explained how to re-lace my boots, a chore all its own.

    His work finished, I offered him a tip. He refused. He knew the money came from the tips I’d made earlier. Instead he told me to put the money back into my kit.

    Not able to compensate him monetarily, I asked if I could give him a hug. He stood up on his knees into my seated arms.

    As our limbs initially intertwined, we somehow naturally… gently… kissed.

    And kissed a little more.

    And a little more.

    Our lips parted. Our tongues played. Before I knew it, we were making out.

    My hands trailed down his back and gripped his ass.

    He started sucking on my tongue. Normally, I hate it when people do this. It’s only happened to me once before and it was not a pleasant experience.

    But D3… when he sucked my tongue.  And played with my ring.  I was so fucking aroused I started grinding against my metal chair and panting like a begging puppy.

    As he sucked and I bucked my hips, I came right there in his arms, the smell of Hubberd’s still fresh on the both of us. I never wanted to stop kissing him.

    But, eventually, we did. Our makeout session ended, we then actually hugged, and slowly broke apart.

    I slouched back into my chair, the intensity from the past minutes washing over me.

    D3 asked what I was up to that evening. I knew I was to black Stefanos’ boots, and had plans for play during the Circus. I asked him his plans. He, in fact, wanted a playdate with me.

    We settled on midnight at the Dungeon.

    I spoke about how I loved impact and showed off some of my bruises, exposing my breasts. He asked permission to play with my nipples, which I gave.

    His tongue flicked and licked. His lips closed around one and sucked. He bit, hard. I took in the pain, let it wash over me, until I had to call yellow.

    We flirted. We exchanged numbers. We parted.

    We would see each other again, later that evening.

  • My Bootblacking Shift

    Because of Friday night’s storm, there was some confusion and a handful of things not going as planned at camp. The Pamporium was up and running though, albeit without hot wax, so I made my way over after lunch, a host of much needed calories after my abduction, in hopes of working my bootblacking shifts.

    As I rolled past Oink’s cabin, I saw TheatricalToy there, along with others waiting to be let back inside to retrieve their things. She informed me she would not be bootblacking, but if I wanted I could still try.

    When I arrived at the Pamporium, Amethyst consented to my endeavour. I pulled two folding metal chairs over to a clear spot in the tent nearest the asphalt path. I found two small empty matching garbage bins and flipped them over.

    I unzipped my kit, a piece of well packed carry-on sized luggage, and I sat.

    As people walked in and out, I looked for anyone wearing boots. However, with the hot day, there were none. Me, in my cotton dress and knee-high boots, seemed an anomaly.

    As I waited, D3 came by. He was to be the experienced bootblack on shift (to my novice spot), but he wanted to check on Toy and help her through her current ordeal. He said he would swing by when he was again free.

    And so I went back to waiting.

    I scanned folks walking by, hoping to see leather. And then, a bite. I saw a gentleman walk up the lane in a pair. I called to him, asking if he’d like his boots blacked.

    As he sat down in my chair, he introduced himself. His name was B, and he was also suppose to be on shift with me. I’d signed up for two back-to-back slots, giving me boot time from 2:30pm-6pm.

    Now with a pair of boots to work on, I started. As I worked, I enlisted his aid. It was agreed he would stay by my side, just in case, answering any questions I had and giving me pointers along the way. He, in fact, could not black that day because of some shoulder issues.

    While I worked, my friend Phoenix came over. She saw that I was bootblacking and asked if I could teach her. I was more than happy to help. She scurried away to grab her Master’s boots.

    As I finished up B’s boots, he said he had another pair for me to black if I so wanted. I did. He left as well. Both soon returned.

    As another pair of boots sat in my chair, I explained the basics of bootblacking to Phoenix as she worked on her Master’s boots on the ground to my right. Meanwhile B sat on my left watching my work. I was both the teacher and the student.

    Later I blacked B’s second pair of boots, and he taught me a method for spit shining. Out of gratitude for his aid and tutelage, I asked him if I could kiss his boots. He agreed. Gripping his leather, I brought my lips to his boots, kissed and caressed both sides, and gently parted from his leather.

    At one point SkinnyBitch, who was inebriated, sat in my chair. She wore shiny flip flops and asked if I could black them. I looked through my kit, found a clean toothbrush, sprayed it with water, and dusted very carefully, making sure to not remove her sparkles. Challenge accepted and accomplished. She giggled with delight.

    While waiting for another customer, Stefanos happened to walk by. I turned, saw him, and smiled. I offered to black his boots, but he was on his way to a class. He suggested later, to which I gleefully agreed. I would meet him after the Circus that evening.

    As my shift grew near it’s end, D3 came back to check on me. After chatting with both my mentors for the day, D3, B and I agreed to come back the next day for another shift, as well as setup shop for the Dirty Pig leather contest. Phoenix and B then departed.

    D3, however, stayed.

  • A Love Abduction

    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.”

  • Abduction part 5

    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.

  • Abduction part 4

    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.

  • Abduction part 3

    “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.

  • Abduction part 2

    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.

  • Abduction part 1

    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.

  • His Plan

    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.”