Locked in a dungeon
A few months ago I had the pleasure of being invited by my lover Letizia Miro and one of her suitors to an incredible dungeon. It was my first time in a place of such deviance, and I felt instantly in awe of the wonders it held. While I am a part of the KLE Collective, the predominance of my kink bookings include lift and carry or erotic wrestling - and so to have a booking purely dedicated to BDSM really opened up my mind on what I enjoy giving and receiving.
This particular dungeon had three rooms of pure decadence, every instrument with a specific use designated to it. From pinwheels to samurai swords to chains to a throne with a dog collar attached to the footstool. This was like an archive of objects dedicated to sexual pleasure and pain - and how they can intertwine in a safe space with partners who trust each other.
As a threesome, the dungeon was a treasure trove to behold - but because it was our first time together, we naturally got distracted with each others’ bodies, and probably didn’t make enough good use of the paraphernalia we were surrounded with. There were paddles, nipple clamps, stocks, and a Saint Andrews cross that were well received, though.
The time was spent with the gentleman and I dominating the delicious Letizia, relishing in edging and withholding orgasm right until the end, when we all finished with grand abundance. What a pleasure it was to have a play with two wonderful humans, whose chemistry together was a wonder to watch - let alone be invited to take part in.