When it comes down to it, all the leather, expensive equipment and other formalities aside, clients come to the dungeon to play. To escape reality for a bit. To have a heart bounding (some times ass pounding) good time.
It’s just a different brand of ‘good time‘ then what usually comes to mind.
Submissives like to be put in humiliating situations that result in them being in pain.
They like predicaments in which they can’t come out ahead.
They like the unexpected.
They like to feel their adrenaline pumping.
They love to hear Mistress laugh and know they are the source of her amusement.
So, with this last week of ear infections and late night dashes across the house, I have once again been schooled by my toddler in the ways of the dungeon. I have a new game that NO submissive would ever expect.
I will lead them naked into the middle of the dungeon. (Although, I’m usually in my underwear when I play with Sir Monkey.)
I will blindfold them. (I usually just play in the middle of the night.)
Then I will toss a huge box of hot wheels, matchbox and the occasional lego across the dungeon floor. I’m fairly certain I could gather at least a milk crate full from the floor of my house and they would never be missed.
Cheapest, most diabolical dungeon equipment ever.
This would be the point, when playing at home, where Monkey waits for me to be in the deepest, most relaxed state of sleep before screaming bloody murder. I am completely confused, just trying to make it across the house in the dark over dangerous terrain without hurting myself.
I look like a long lost, profanity spewing, scantily clad fourth stooge.
I figure for the dungeon version of this game, I will simply chase them back and forth across the dungeon snapping my whip behind them.
They will miss out on the special adrenaline rush of being woken from a sound sleep by blood curdling screams, but will probably make a few of their own as their weight comes down unexpectedly on a tiny replica of Pixar’s Mater.