TMI Tuesday: February 18, 2020 Fantasy & Role play

1. To spice things up in the bedroom, how adventurous are you willing to be? (select one)
a. I have never role-played before and will need a lot of instruction.
b. I have tested the waters, but never acted out anything scripted.
c. I have got my feet wet and want more!
d. Dive in head first – nothing is too deep.

A… I’ve never role played before, but I’ve thought about it a lot.

2. What scenario peaks your interest most? Why?
a. Romantic and sensual
b. Playful and fun
c. Kinky! I want it all.

C. Kinky, kinky, kinky!!

3. Which of these is closest to your ideal setting for a fantasy?
a. A brothel
b. A dungeon
c. A bedroom
d. A prison cell

B. A dungeon, complete with spanking bench, St. Andrew’s cross and cage.

4. Which of the following toys would be prominently featured in your fantasy? (select one)
a. Feathers and whipped cream
b. Handcuffs, panty hose, and a necktie
c. Whips and chains
d. Ice cubes and a cold beer

Uh, would it be considered selfish to ask for all of the above???? Don’t forget the hot wax.

5. It is time to take your sexy self to fantasy island, which fantasy will you bring to life to rock your lover’s world?

a. The Sassy Sexy Jersey Whore
Gaudy, Flashy, Showy…totally Jersey!

b. Kinky Cook
It’s all about the spice! Heating things up in the kitchen.

c. Naughty Maid
Your feather duster will tickle more than just the dust on the shelves.

d. Doctor Love
Saving lives and breaking hearts but not before you administer a head-to-toe physical examination.

e. Frisky Fireman
A hose so long you can put out several of the hottest fires and leave a smoldering heap as proof of a job well done.

Either the Kinky Cook (like a naked chef) or the Doctor Love… so many great toy and task ideas with each.

Bonus: Tell us about your craziest or wildest role-playing adventure.

This is from a book I’m writing….

“Zandra woke up, feeling cold, sore and stiff. It took a few minutes for her to realize that she was shackled to a brick wall in a cellar, her hands in metal cuffs attached securely to the wall above her head. She suddenly realized that she was naked. And very alone.

Slowly, the memories came flooding back. She remembered a lovely meal of stewed lamb, potatoes, herbs, parsnips, carrots and leaks with a rich gravy, a rich rye bread and a delicious ale. No matter who this man was, he was quite skilled in the kitchen. But then she realized he was quite skilled in other areas of as well, and those memories made her blush. Until she remembered what had let up to where she now found herself and then she got angry.

She remembered the room around her started to get fuzzy and swayed back and forth… she felt warm, dizzy and sleepy. She vaguely remembered the man coming towards her with a very large knife. She was sure he was going to stab her with it, but instead he slit her beautiful doe skin dress straight down the middle and pulled it off of her, leaving it in a puddle at her feet.

After what seems like forever, the man appears and calmly walks over to her. Zandra is now very frightened and starts to shiver. The man, now fully dressed, reaches over to her and strokes her cheek on her face. She feels the roughness of his hands as she touches her face. With one finger, his touch moves down her chin, lightly grazing her throat and down between her breasts. He lingers for a moment, while his hand spreads out in the space between her breasts until he moves his hand under one and gently cups the breast in his hand. Zandra closed her eyes. She had never been naked before a man before. She has rarely been naked at all. It just wasn’t done.

“Good morning sweet slave.”

Derek started to squeeze Zandra’s breast with his fingers and she gasped at the pain and opened her eyes to find herself eye to eye with the handsome woodsman. While he squeezed, he ran his thumb back and forth over the nipple feeling it get hard. Zandra gasped again, but this time not in pain, but in arousal and desire. She was shocked at her feelings about having his hands on this part of her body.

His hand released her breast and his fingers trailed down her stomach and abdomen until he stopped just before her pubic area. Zandra started panic and tried to wiggle away from Derek’s grasp, but he shoved his leg in between hers and held her tight.

His face broke into a leering smile that unnerved Zandra and she started to shiver harder. He pushed his fingers down into her pubic hair pulled on each strand one by one, tugging then. Zandra closed her eyes and moaned, feeling betrayed by her body.

Weaving his fingers into the hair, he pushed them further down until he just touched the entrance to her secret opening. Zandra cried out in protest and he put his other hand over her mouth.
“Shhh”, he cautioned. “Be quiet.”

Behind his hand, she still cried out, “no” and “stop” and “please”, and all were ignored by him. His fingers dipped further down and pushed their way inside of her and Zandra gasped at the invasion of her body. She tried to twist away from his touch and the harder she tried to get away, the more he held her in place.

His fingers rammed into her harder and harder, raping her childlike innocence as she cried and begged him to stop. The pleas from behind his hand meant nothing to him, her body was his to take and use as he pleased, and he did. Terror prevented Zandra from reaching the climax he had intended for her, and finally the terror caused such fear, she passed out instead.

As her head slumped, he removed his hand from over her mouth and removed his hand from between her legs and leaned her head on his chest. Derek unfastened the shackles from her hands and picked her limp body in his arms and carried her from the cellar and up the stairs and into the back of the house where there was a small cot readied for her. He gently laid her on the cot and covered her naked body with a blanket.

Again, Zandra awoke to find herself in a new place. This time she was lying down, covered with a blanket, but another shackle around her ankle. She could feel the heaviness of it even before she sat up to explore her new environment. When she sat up she felt the shackle pull on something and that’s when she realized she was chained to the bed.”

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