A Disclaimer: This post involves a tiny bit of NSFW content, in the form of erotic storytelling.
“Stick your ass out a little bit further,” I insist, with my strictest topping tone, though I let a little smirk escape.
My playmate smiles back at me over her shoulder, eyes wide and playing helpless, but excited, her arms strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross, awaiting the next strike from this leather thing that dangled in my hand. Her cute butt wiggles out with perfect poise, “What, like this?”
“Mmmhm,” I say, then respond with “brace yourself, this one is going to hurt…”
“Agggghhh I only rolled a three,” my friend says, looking somewhat disappointed at her dice. She looks up at me “what does that mean?”
I let a little smirk escape, but then put on my GM face, “it means I get to make a hard move, what does the sheet say happens on a miss?”
“There will be trouble,” she replies, looking expectantly back at me, waiting for me to come up with the next move.
I warm her up with a few good hits, sadistically watching my playmate’s reaction. She squirms away, actively trying to escape the pain, so I pause for a moment to let her recover. I take the opportunity to step in close and speak quietly only with her, not the crowd that’s formed around us.
“How is that feeling,” I ask, checking in. “Too much, too little?”
I think about how much of a creep I’ve made this NKVD asshole NPC my friend’s trying to act up against. What would Igor the NKVD asshole do, if this were a scene in a movie? Something terrible, ugh, that’s so gross brain. It’s kind of humiliating and perfect though.
“I have a cool idea about what would happen next, but it actually makes me a little uncomfortable, can you let me know if it’s too weird?” I ask, checking in.
She nods, and I take my cue “Great, so he slaps you in the face. ‘Just because I’m trusting you with sensitive information doesn’t mean you can be insubordinate. Remember who is in charge here, young lady’, he says, lashing out.” I wait for her response, reading her expression, to see if it was ok.
“Ew god he’s so awful aghh,” she says, squirming uncomfortably, but then laughing. “I hate this guy so much, agh I’m going to destroy him.” Everybody else at the table starts getting in on the hatefest too. We all collectively relish hating this NPC, and fill in the new players in our game with the gross things he’s done in the past. I smile, because my idea is cool, and they like it.
“Oh, I can take a lot more than that… it feels great,” my playmate says, grinning. I partially believe her, her body told a slightly different story. I’ll have to keep a little bit of an eye out to make sure she’s ok.
“Oh ok, good,” I reply. “That means you can stick that beautiful behind of yours out and keep it there this time, then, right?” I grin back at her, implying my hard move.
She picks up on it instantly, “Mmmmhm, I’m ready,” slipping easily back into that perfect poise. “Go ahead, hit me.”
A Second Disclaimer, for context: These are a true recounting of two separate incidences I’ve experienced this week, one at a Fetish party, another at a Tabletop Roleplaying game, highlighting the parallels I noticed between the two mediums, specifically, the experience of negotiation during play. I promise, you will most likely never roll dice at a kink event, or get spanked at a tabletop roleplaying game.