Erotica written by Sapper19th

We have planned this for a couple of weeks, and have made sure that no detail is left uncovered. Ever since we talked about the idea that night; my mind has been running like a locomotive out of control. We are both dressed as nondescript as possible, and as you are walking we get ready to pull up along you. I put down the window to pretend to ask for directions as he jumps out and grabs you quickly. M has you in the backseat quickly, and a hood pulled over your before you know it. I hear the handcuffs as they are ratcheting closed, and grin.

I drive the speed limit, and drive around for fifteen minutes. I make as many turns as I can so that the ride is disorienting as possible. I pull into the driveway, and quickly get out. I go to the front door and open up a side door. I open up the car door and we quickly have you between us and usher you into the house. We go directly into the basement, and open a door that will be your cell temporarily. We push you inside without removing the cuffs, and close the door. You hear the sound of a lock clicking shut and our feet on the stairs; then you are left to contemplate the darkness and what is going on around you.

You try to keep track of the time by the music you hear overhead, but are not really sure how long it has really been. You hear footsteps on the stairs again, and the sounds of the lock again and the door being opened. Hands reach out to grab you and nothing is ever said. The hood is pulled off your head and replaced with a blindfold; it is done so quickly that you don’t have time to try to identify who it is before you. Then you are quickly led off up the stairs.

We quickly lead you upstairs between the two of us. We leave you no chance at all for resistance as we lead upward through the house. We take you into a room on the second floor; without a word we start stripping off your clothes leaving your bottom half naked in less than a minute. Your bra is unhooked and your shirt pulled over your head behind you; you’re pushed face first against the wall as one handcuff is unlocked and the clothes pulled off. A set of Hyatt shackles is picked up and we start by locking the collar around your neck. Your free wrist is pulled around and locked in first, then your other wrist is locked in and the handcuff removed. Last your ankles are locked into the shackles. I quickly open a box I have at hand, and pull out the electro-box. I take out a vaginal electrode and coat it with gel, then slide it inside your pussy. I laugh at your gasp and take out an electrode for your ass; I prepare it just the same way and line it up with your hole. We both laugh as you try to push against it, and instead help it on it’s way inside you. I connect the wires from the electrodes to the box, and turn it on. I put it in a small pouch that I hook to your chains, and set the power levels. “Now, whenever I you feel this electrical pulse you are to start moving,” and I push the first button on the remote control. We both smile as you shudder from the sudden shock. “This next pulse will be the signal to stop,” and I press another button. Another shudder, and more smiles from the both of us. “The last pulse will be to sit or stand depending on your position at the time,” and I press the last button. “If you don’t understand the signals when they are given, all we have to do is keep pushing the button and the strength will increase the longer the button is held.”

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    All of a sudden the electrical shock hits, and I try to remember which one this is. I start to take a step, and hear “Wrong” then another shock in my pussy and ass. I stop and the shock comes again, but different from the first two so I start to shuffle as best I can. Then another shock and I stop; a last shock and I know this one means to sit this this time for sure. “We’ll be back for you in a little bit, and then we have some questions for you. In the meantime, stay there and the electro-box will keep you occupied.” Suddenly, the electrodes inside me come to life and my pussy and ass are being tormented continuously by them as I am left helplessly naked to wait.

Continued in Part 2…

What do you do when you have a wax demonstration and a group of adults? Well if you were at one of our parties you might get results like these teases.

Who wants to blow out the candle?

Who wants to blow out the candle?

The best kind of art display

The best kind of art display

Of course once the Wax play was done, there was plenty of time for other play too.

A unique touch if you are familiar with them

A unique touch if you are familiar with them

A relaxing flogging on a X-cross

A relaxing flogging on a X-cross

Nothing like a nice red bottom

Nothing like a nice red bottom

Vampire gloves for everyone!

Vampire gloves for everyone!

More fun that you might imagine

More fun that you might imagine

And last but not least, when you do it right you get to hear

The best request to hear

The best request to hear

Yes it was a good time for all. And there is more to come, here and on the main site.

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So did you notice the news from Mo’Nique? If you aren’t familiar with her, she is an African American actress who happened to win Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress this year. But that’s not why I’m talking about her.

On March 3rd, Mo’Nique stated publicly that she advocates an open marriage. Yes, she came out and said that if her husband Sid were to have sex outside of their marriage it was ok. Whether he has or not was unclear. And she did claim that she has only had sex with her husband.

Now that may not be an admission of swinging. In fact it may not be even a reality. But it is yet another step forward in the connection of what has long been the alternative lifestyles to the mainstream. Though this is a big one.

In fact the article that I found this admission in also had a poll about open marriages. 18% of those that responded thought an open marriage was critical to the long-term success of the relationship. That’s almost 1-in-5.

I just find it interesting. There is Lady Gaga remaining hugely popular as she embraces multiple fetishes and comments on her submissive nature. There is the ever popular Sock Monkey commercial driving all the Furries crazy with envy. Now Mo’Nique and open marriage. Am I jumping the gun, or is Hollywood slowly integrating the alternative lifestyles into the everyday norm?

Obviously this is not an overnight thing, if they are actively trying to do this. But just the mere comments and visuals says that we are not that far away from open displays of fetishes and lifestyles beyond The Village, San Fransisco, and Halloween.

Who knew Mo’Nique would be the one paving the way for us all.

Mention the word swinger in America and, unless the listener is into independant films, you will get strange looks (with occasionally a smirk and knowing wink). Such is the reaction in our repressed society. But if you happen to be in Vienna, things are a bit different.

The Element6 club recently became the home of, and part of, an art exhibit. Yes, art patrons are able to visit the club and see Klimt’s “Beethoven Frieze” from 1902, among other art at their club. The thing is this is during the day. The members of the club show up at night, well after the art exhibit is closed.

The point of the exhibit, by Swiss artist Christoph Buechel, is to challenge the norms of Vienna.

In the framework of this exhibition at the Secession, each individual can test for himself or herself whether this opens up new dimensions for his or her own sexuality.

Now can you imagine in America something like this happening? I’m not sure what would be the bigger draw, the club or the art exhibit. I am sure it would be quite the experience though. The looks on the art partons visitors as they pass beds, a bar, and a sauna must be priceless.

One of the writers

One of the writers

Just thought you might want to see who you are talking to

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