The assignment from TPTB at My Sexy Saturday is to write about our characters' sexy thoughts.
Here's what I thought when I met the man who would beome my first Dom, Trapper Hart.
The cover of Perilous Play states: based on a true story. The fact is, very little in this memoir is fiction.
Places and names have been changed. The time in my life when these events occurred is altered. One scene was added, to wrap up the story and tie it in a tidy bow.
But otherwise, it’s all true.
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One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is Suz deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.
Trapper is a real person. That’s not his true name of course, but I gave my word that I wouldn’t reveal his secret life. I don’t owe him anything—not after the way he treated me—but I do keep my word.
Trapper and I spent the rest of the day together. We went to a vegan restaurant and two bars, including one dive so obscure that even Trapper got a little lost in the vast transit system despite his wealth of knowledge about the east bay. As we went back to school so he could pick up his bike, he started a conversation about sex.
Bondage sex. BDSM sex. My heart raced. I said I was interested.
He wanted to know what role I preferred.
I said I thought I tended toward submission while trying not to squirm too obviously. I found some courage and asked him out Saturday night. He said he wanted to go to his condo at Sea Ranch, a beautiful beachside getaway on the Sonoma coast.
I tried not to be too disappointed. Later in the week he clarified—he wanted me to go with him.
I was stunned. I was actually considering going with a man I barely knew to his condo, alone, a hundred miles away from my home, where I would have BDSM sex with him as his submissive.
Had I lost my mind? Yes, but not completely. I might not have known Trapper well, but I saw where he hung out. As far as I knew, few serial killers were bike-riding, Birkenstock-wearing Berkeley-based vegans. In fact, even though I had a legal background and an interest in true crime news, I had never heard of a bike-riding vegan serial killer.
So I figured I’d be okay.
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Ack, ack, ack!!! I just posted earlier today abou thte dom who would have killed me had I lived with him much longer (he started with five cats in a row), and all the people in the Scene who said I was being "bitchy" by calling him out about it. He is the reason I left the scene. He didn't leave.ReplyDelete
Mari, I'm sorry that happened to you. Believe me I know how awful it feels when one's trust is betrayed so brutally. Heading over to read your post...Delete
It is far too common, and the Scene, while it is amazing in a million different ways, can be a rough place. Safety first. Safety second. Safety third.ReplyDelete