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SomethingCatchy -> RE: Almost a porn worthy dominatrix (3/19/2009 5:07:31 PM)
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ORIGINAL: PeonForHer
I've been racking my brains trying to think of at least a vaguely realistic way you can actually get Mr Pizzaboy where you want him. Your story reminds me of a fantasy I had when I was a teenager. Something about my going to her house as a boy scout, her answering the door in a dressing gown, talk of knots - then, obviously, my ending up being tied up. In a chair. Then her on top of me, pushing my head back and kissing me very savagely, biting my throat and neck, hand through my shirt and nails digging into my stomach, then grabbing my . . . .
Where was I? Oh yes - handcuffs. I found a pair of police issue cuffs once. I took them home and warned everyone in the house ( I was sharing with four other men at the time) not to play with them because I didn't have the key. But people did. The times I caught friends just about to lock themselves in. There's a weird, magnetic fascination about cuffs, I've concluded. People just do like to lock themselves in them to see how it feels.
If you've got the guts, Lockit - and I don't doubt it'd take masses of them - get cuffs, lock one cuff to a chair and leave the other open. Mr Pizzaboy turns up, you offer him a coffee, sit him in that chair. Joke about the cuffs. Keep talking about the cuffs and encourage him to handle them. Wait for the click. Then it's, "Oh dear. Now where did I put that key?"
Then it's time to get creative with those dommie seduction techniques, of which I'm sure you're more than capable. He gets antsy, you immediately "remember" where the key is. Nothing to lose.
BTW if you try this and it works, I shall expect £10 in the post pronto. Or a big piece of pizza. [;)]
You ought to warn a woman before posting things like this, Peon. I've mentioned to the boy that I have a pizzaboy fantasy, but this boy scout thing isn't such a far stretch since he *does* have a sexy uniform...
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