KIDNAP – the remake

I hadn’t exactly been stalking Carla James; I have a rule that I don’t follow sex workers on Twitter unless I have played with them or are leading up to doing so, but others were unintentionally dropping her tweets into my timeline. Eventually I bowed to the inevitable and took a look at her website. Nice. Verrryyy nice.

My immediate thought was that she would be perfect for my long imagined remake of the hardest scene of them all, the kidnap I had played out with Elita and her man.

Only, this time… this time I was going to be doing the kidnapping!

Katie, my very favouritist American submissive, would be the perfect victim.

Carla is sat on a huge bean bag. I grab Katie quite roughly, deliberately unbalancing her in her blindfold, and push her over Carla’s lap.

“Spank her. Spank her properly.”

Watching one girl spank another is developing onto a bit of a thing for me and this is wonderful. After a few moments, I want to kick it up a level. I reach over Katie and push Carla back onto the bean bag. I slap her face and her breasts (she specifically mentioned she likes this).

“I said spank her, not stroke her! Stop fucking about!”

I put a solid-feeling leather paddle in her hands. 

This was five minutes into a two hour session, and already the dynamic for our kidnap role play was firmly established! I tied Katie to a hoist and let the motor drag her up until she was on her toes. I made her watch while I spanked Carla, who all the time was telling Katie how she was going to take it out on her when I had finished. As soon as I stopped, Carla turned round and slapped Katie hard.  I hadn’t given her permission to do this, so she went back over my knee for more spanking.

Poor Katie; she really got it.

I hooked Carla to the same hoist, then tied a long leather strap around the two of them, forcing them hard against each other, and went to work with two matched floggers, enjoying the way one girl had a close-up the other’s response to each blow before experiencing it herself. Then I slipped one hand into each pair of knickers, making them both come in sweet harmony.

Fuck! Is there anything more beautiful, more erotic, more outrageously goddamn sexy than two women coming at the same time? If there is, I want to order a dozen of whatever that is from room service right now! (I’m staying in a proper hotel for a change).

And so it went on for nearly two hours: the girls left hands tied together, riding crops in their right hands, taking turns to smack each other’s bottoms; Katie, squirming as I kiss Carla in front of her and make her come noisily; Carla tied to a steel and leather bench while Katie’s busy mouth drives her to another orgasm, spurred on by my flogger biting into her arse; a position change, then Carla gets the same treatment while she buries herself in Katie; the caning scene from my Sinful Sunday post; Carla driving into Katie with a strap-on while Katie bites me; the bed; a whip; nipple clips; orgasms; orgasms; orgasms.

Fuck! (Sorry, I may have said that already).

This was such a great session. I was actor/director in an erotic movie. Every few minutes I composed a new, kinky tableau, moving the actors and the props around until they were perfectly positioned, then stepping in to take my own place and calling “Action!” (Obviously I didn’t really call “Action!” That would have been weird).

Carla and Katie were fully immersed in it. Only at the very end, as we all lay on the bed, and the aftershocks of my own orgasm were fading away, did I lean over and say “Hi, Katie. Nice to see you again.” It was my first ‘out of character’ act of the whole afternoon. For the rest of the time she was my submissive little toy to play with, or to allow Carla to play with, as I chose, while Carla had to contend with being dominant to Katie one minute and submissive to me the next. Role play is her thing and it showed. She seemed to relish it, the realism enhanced by the fact that she had never met Katie before.

What fun!

What bloody glorious, amazing, kinky, hot, sexy, joyous fun!

I’m a lucky bastard, I really am.

This session took place at the wonderful Peacock Parlour. This new dungeon has the same part industrial, part boudoir feel I had enjoyed in Barcelona. It has opened recently, and is fantastically well equipped.