To say that I was stunned and confused was an understatement. I felt as though my scattered thoughts were trapped behind a thick wall, unable to penetrate the barrier, muffled and strained, leaving me feeling breathless and weak. I was a complete and absolute wreck. I’d just returned home from a BDSM club, having been taken there by my dominant partner, Jake, as his newly trained submissive. While I knew what was planned, nothing had really prepared me for what happened. It had been determined that I’d be shared with the club’s owner, Chase, in a rope play session that sent me into some altered state, I found myself caught up in a powerful wave of pleasure, that was only matched by the crescendo of pain that immediately followed. All that remained now were a series of splintered thoughts, broken memories coming together all at once in an attempt to make sense of every emotion that ran through my heated body. That, and an angry pattern of red marks spread across my torso, arms and legs; the evidence of Chase’s incredible expertise with ropes.
