marielmia

Mariel is MIA
2019-05-21 15:29:57 (UTC)

Vegas, fetish models and extremes...

i thought about the weekend all day today. It controlled me. i mean, i always equated submission with accepting direction from another, subjugating my own desires to another as a way of satisfying my own needs. i already had incorporated Javier's and M's dominance into my own needs. i always felt this need to be taken, both mentally and physically, in order to satisfy my darkness. i accepted pain and humiliation from these men in return for that feeling i crave. The more intense the actions of my man, the more i gave and the more excited i could become.

But nothing prepared me for the display of hurt that was put on to these girls. The two couples and two single men piled into a limo Friday night headed for a house in the Vegas suburbs. It was there that we met up with the two ladies and James introduced himself as their dominant. They were normal people on the surface, but that pretense dropped quickly. James explained the rules of his house, which we all had to agree to. No sooner than we agreed and signed his "contract", he pushed me and this other girl to the floor, tied our hands behind our backs and one leg to each other. Everyone watched. No one moved. He then brandished a large knife, cutting through my dress and Rina's, leaving us both in our underwear. i wasn't fearful of the blade- i knew there would be no real harm in this for me. M would not allow that for sure. But i entered my submissive mindset faster than i could ever recall. It was only watching from then on. The only exploitation of either Rina or me was that we had to see how this man called James took the most he could extract form these two women. They each verbally consented and gave safe words and gestures. It appeared like a Vegas show, choreographed and scored. With one girl in another room and one on display, we witnessed a sadism and masochism display i never could imagine. What was worse was when M and his friends too turns learning James' tools and methods. The look on their faces. That scared the shit out of me more than anything. While M had marked me in the past, the instant bruising and welts sent this display to a level i never thought existed. Even Javier, to my knowledge, never went this far. Yet on a bizarre level, i could feel the wetness that was happening. When the first seemed exhausted, the second came out, presented her wrists for the cuffs and took her place on the block at the room's center. M and the others were reticent to start play themselves, but James had this way of turning on the heat, plus the girl taunted them. i suppose this was the plan. Rich people games. If you have the money that M and his cronies have, you do stuff to push every day boredom out of your life. M hit with ferocity. i never saw him like that. Raw testosterone. i was at odds with myself. i cringed with each swat, slap and slash, but seeing his expression, i just wanted him to hurt fuck me senseless right then and there. i didn't care who was there. i wanted him.

It was probably only a half hour when James called a halt to the session. i call it a session cause it was clearly a planned event for James and friends. The first girl returned, both displaying their marks as badges. Rina and i weren't offered cover but we all settled into his den and shared in a hookah. MJ is legal and plentiful in Nevada. Woo hoo! i guess i was both relieved for and in awe of these women, for what they could handle and be so accepting of. Over the hookah, they talked about their relationship with James, about their needs that James provided. Apparently, they did this every few months, waiting only for the healing. As weird as it was, they both had normal, boring day jobs- one a nurse, the other a realtor. From the looks of the house, it certainly supplemented someone's income.

i guess i was relieved that the women confirmed the consensual and desired nature of the evening. My mood, subject to the weed was mellowing but made me kinda sad cause i had lost the edge i so wanted for M to take advantage of back at the hotel.

I shouldn't have worried.




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