Aimee: Part 2 A Wonderful Encounter

Hurrying to the paper she just knew there would be something interesting which would take her mind from the previous evenings pleasures and give it back to the soul of the job, so she savored her memories and thoughts as she continued on to work, One of the stories to be covered was a retreat being hosted by the city’s largest BDSM club. It was an annual affair where almost everyone who was interested in the lifestyle would gather for a weekend of demonstrations, parties and finally a costume ball at the very end. Aimee went to the Editor in Chief and asked if she could cover this event since she knew several of the key members that organized the affair. With his permission Aimee took off the rest of the day and went shopping for clothes and various sundries for the weekend.

For the rest of the week her mind was focused more on the retreat than on work and she caught herself several times daydreaming when she should have been working. Finally the week was over and Aimee left work already packed with her hotel reservation in hand ready to explore whatever venues she choose, or what ever venues choose her. After checking into the hotel Aimee took a long hot bath before dressing for the opening night introduction social. Not fully sure of what she would find during the evening she choose a black mini-skirt with a high–rise slit on the side with a pair of black stiletto heels and a shirt of deep burgundy topped off with a vest of chain-mail and matching wrist and ankle jewelry. She sported a set of hoop earrings that connected to the nose ring she wore with a small delicate chain. Deep red lipstick, dark burgundy eye shadow finished up her make-up and her hair was pulled back into a long braid adorned with a simple set of golden clips. She stood in front of the mirror and took a long look making sure that she was satisfied. She smiled thinking that her only concession to the bondage, dominance attire had been the leather and chain black bra she had chosen with the nipple area cut out and the thong she wore, barely more than a 2 inch strip of silk that almost covered her freshly shaven pussy. Invitation, press pass, and recorder in hand she headed to the main salon where everyone would be gathering ready to enjoy the evening and to hopefully gather some interviews along the way.

The first thing that caught her eye upon entering was the way that many of the men and women were dressed. Various use of leather and silk, chain and rope. Some dressed in high-topped boots sporting leather corsets. Men in black leather pants, the backsides cut out providing access for their Master or Mistress. Leashes and crops all part of the never-ending parade that flowed in front of Aimee.

Eager to get the business part of the night over with, Aimee sought out and interviewed the main organizers of the activity. One of the main benefits of the retreat was information provided to the general public about the lifestyle and what it had to offer and what it represented. That was the main point she found out. After the interviews were over Aimee started to look at the various demonstrations being offered and settled on one offered about bondage, choosing that over the welcome gathering in the main salon. She took a seat to the right of the demonstration area and settled in to watch.

She had just gotten comfortable when a tall man dressed in what appeared to be a medieval executioner’s outfit walked on to the stage. Looking about he slowly started to explain the history of bondage not only as a means of punishing a person or restraining them but as a tool for pleasure and sexual excitement. Taking a length of rope he demonstrated the different types of knots that could be used and explained what those uses may be. A slender woman joined him as he continued his demonstration of knots and the use of rope as a binding tool.

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