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Subject: {ASSM} Rendezvous With Serendipty: Afterword - by bonkgirl (M/f, true, no sex, kinky)
Date: Sun,  1 Jun 2003 06:10:08 -0400
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Hello,

The story you are about to read is a work of fiction. Certain elements
are loosely based on real people and real events however they've been
embellished for dramatic effect and all names of people, places and
other identifying details have been changed. This and many of the
stories I write contain themes of non-consensual sex and forced
submission along with blackmail and other activities which are illegal
in real life. Please note that the real events surrounding everything
written by me were all entirely legal and all people participating did
so within the framework of "safe, sane and consensual" as defined
within the BDSM scene to which I belonged when the events took place.
I hope you enjoy my tales. All feedback may be addressed either to
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Adrianna
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Rendezvous With Serendipty: Afterword

The stories of my encounters with Steve were originally written for an
online BDSM group which had female humiliation as a primary focus.
Whereas the group was fairly exclusively a fantasy forum for the
majority of other members, much of what happened to me during my time
there was for the most part true. The message which follows was first
posted after a short period of anxiety following those earliest days
of my blackmail fantasies becoming a reality with Steve. A situation
arose which I hadn't considered - that Steve might think I was setting
him up for trouble. It simply never occured to me during all the time
I plotted and planned my games of being blackmailed (games which I
came to call 'Serendipity') that Steve might think I was trying to
entrap him into some way; that I might suddenly cry 'rape' and get him
into deep trouble. At the time when I wrote what you're about to read
this had all been resolved and the games did continue, although they
did so outside of the net and I stopped writing reports of what was
happening in real life.

Rendezvous With Serendipity - Part 05/End Of Week 1 
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I have now seen Steve again and I'm pleased to report that everything
has been ironed out. This week just gone has been the most incredible
of my life and for so many reasons! A bit over a week ago I posted the
beginnings of a game I've started and abandonned a few times over the
past couple of years (I think I've told this story before) - there's
clues to an email address already up in the Database section and this
will undoubtedly be revealed completely in the course of time.

I also put Steve's name on the Database list of people who I believed
would get a kick out of seeing me humiliated in a forum such as this
and to that end I started a more comprehensive list which includes
nine more people to add to the original blank addy I began with. I've
also settled on a name for the game: Serendipity.

As things have turned out it was quite 'serendipitous' to have plucked
that as a name out of the air to begin with. For those who don't know
its meaning, it means the ability a person might have to make
fortunate discoveries by accident. A "lucky, lucky bastard!" to put it
into a Monty Python frame of reference.

Now, a number of things happened in a sequence, like dominos, which
set of a chain reaction which I could never have predicted in a
million years. I'm trying to remember how exactly it was I stumbled
onto this group. I think I first saw it mentioned in another group but
I still can't say what it was that drew me to join. Maybe it's just
the allure of the word 'humilliation'? I don't know. I just did.

I'm always a little bit uneasy about posting anything to begin with in
new groups. Like real life, I tend to blurt out a whole bunch of stuff
much of which I regret after saying it because I just prattle on and
say stuff to fill silences - I get NERVOUS around strangers and when I
get nervous I talk a lot and say dumb things and usually end up
embarrassing myself. Anyway, again I don't know why - maybe it just
felt right - but I became really eager to try my blackmail fantasy
game for real knowing that it might probably not lead anywhere - maybe
get bogged down in a group of people who think such things like
blackmail fantasies are weird. This in itself is weird. People who
enjoy watching women doing humiliating things saying "blackmail
fantasies are too weird" *lol* Infinity loop!

So, in the course of setting things up here - setting a trap for
myself actually - I knew I'd probably have to jump through the
getting-to-know-you hoops, which I don't mind doing in the least. Then
there's the 'limits list' I was required to compose for the group.
Limits can be funny things and totally illogical, especially for me.
All the while I was so excited about the prospect of beginning my own
little fantasy game again that I couldn't wait to start posting clues
and revealing more and more of the picture which goes with those clues
all so Serendipity might enter my life and teach me a humiliating
lesson for invoking its name in the first place!

While this was going on I decided to participate in the games set
within the group by carrying out the challenge set by Mr C - the one
where I had to lock myself naked out of my apartment - not pretend to,
but actually lock the door so I'd be forced to traipse upstairs, knock
on the landlord's door, and suffer the consequences of doing something
so patently foolish. It was a pleasure beyond words!

This in turn led me to remember Jeremy, a tutor from a neighboring art
college who visited me where I work (on unrelated business) and
invited me to be a nude model for his life drawing classes. I flatly
turned him down when he first asked but things had now changed and all
I could see was another opportunity to get naked in front of a bunch
of strangers. Volunteering myself for his classes was both easier and
more difficult that running upstairs naked to see my landlord. Perhaps
it's the whole thing about being naked in an art class and being naked
in 'public'. There's a certain legiticimacy to doing it in an art
class but at the same time an art class is invariably a much larger
audience, not to mention one thoroughly dedicated to the job of
studying every nook and cranny of a nude model's naked body! The first
session in this class was exhilerating for me despite an old pervy guy
by the name of Karl who set himself up in a position to get the best
view in the room of my bare-assed pussy.

The second session of this was surreal in the excitement it generated
for me. All of what I'm saying can be found in the reports I wrote
following up each class but basically, the significance of this second
session was that Steve, a guy with whom I'd worked for around three
years; a guy who had, in one way or another, at least once a day every
day for all that time, made some kind of crude attempt to proposition
me using his crass, sexual innuendo humor as the 'lure'. It never
worked in the past. I found it funniest of all that he was so totally
incapable of understanding the word 'no'. I actually came to expect
and enjoy his daily routine - 'dumb blond joke; aren't I funny; I
think we should go somewhere quiet and fuck'. Seriously, he was that
blunt! So blunt I could only imagine he was making a joke of BEING
blunt!

That said, I was also pretty well aware, like everybody else who's
ever met the man, that Steve had a foot fetish. Again, I've told the
story often enough over the years to anybody who'd listen that he once
said to me, in all seriousness, that 'a woman who'll let a man touch
her feet will let him touch her anywhere. Kooky stuff as far as I was
concerned! Kooky, but funny. I mean, everybody I work with, including
Steve, have no idea about my secret other life here on the net and so
kooky becomes a word with a slippery definition. For somebody who
might only ever have had sex in the missionary position a foot
fetishist might be weird enough to be considered from another planet.
I'd seen Bob Flanagan in his movie 'Super Masochist' nail his own
penis to a plank of wood. Wanting to massage a woman's bare feet was
hardly mind-numbingly weird by comparison. You see my point here?

So, here I am - my second time as a nude artist's model - Kreepy Karl
perving the whole time and worse, after the class, with Jeremy as his
accomplice, has me posed in a pornographically lewd position for
reasons which remain a mystery to me. Here I am like that when who
should I suddenly see gawking at me? STEVE!

In the short space of the twenty-fours following that serendipitous
moment, Steve has managed to get me to masterbate his penis in my
hands; suck his penis (albeit not very impressively as far as he was
concerned); suffer the humiliation of walking around all day in a pair
of shoes which he had ejaculated into; and to cap it off, willingly
return to the 'scene of the crime' this time to strip completely naked
and be forced to suffer the shame of being caressed by him into having
the most amazing orgasm I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing!
That was wednesday.

Yesterday I spent the whole day wondering when I'd see Steve again. I
naively imagined him down in his shed dreaming up more and more
wickedly perverse thigns to do to me - things he was in a position to
blackmail me into doing and me so excited by the prospect as to be
willing to let him blackmail me into doing practically anything! But
nothing. The day was as long as it was slow - dragging on without a
single word from Steve.

I can't believe it didn't occur to me, but the word "entrapment" had
cast a pall over Steve's adventure with me. He's not worried anymore,
but he told me that all day Thursday he felt sick in the stomach with
worry that the police might arrive at any moment and carry him off to
jail! Imagine that! All this time I've had this fantasy where he does
all manner of wicked things to me, the thought of HIS safety never
occured to me. All the while I was thinking 'what about me? is this
safe for ME?' I never thought to look at the situation like somebody
else might on the receiving end of my uncontrolable fantasizing. I
guess I just always assumed guys never worried about such things.
That's what my mother always tried to tell me anyway: they were just
cocks with bodies attached! Naturally my puritanical mother never
expressed it in quite those terms, but that was definitely the intent
of what she drummed into my head.

Anyway, you see the problem I had here. Poor old Steve was just about
beside himself yesterday with worry, and all because of me! This in
itself makes me feel so stupid, not to mention totally self-absorbed
and just downright selfish.

I managed to catch him this morning down in his shed. He was a totally
different person from the one who had all the fun blackmailing me into
sucking his cock on Wednesday; from the guy who found it so darn funny
to see me naked for the first time the day before that. He was as meek
and mild as a sheep and just as woolly-headed about the whole drama
I'd caused in his life. We talked a lot - me doing most of the talking
once I got started and realized it was he who felt guilty - WAY more
guilty even than I ever feel. Who would have thunk it! But anyway, we
talked for a long time and in the end he realized I don't have any
intention whatsoever to see him get in any trouble.

Not that my explanation made him eager to pounce on me right there and
then and tie me up and have his perverse way with me! But at least
he's no longer looking at me like I'm the devil personified. It's late
now; too late to try and force something to happen with Steve. But I'm
sure I'll be in seventh heaven by the end of the weekend after
dreaming up plans about what I should do when I see Steve again on
Monday.

Oh, and speaking of which, in case I haven't already mentioned it,
Jeremy has invited me to be his regular nude model for both Monday
morning and the Tuesday afternoon class. Things are definitely looking
up for next week and thereafter...

--
ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by
accident.

"Serendip is not reached by plotting a course for it. Instead you must
set out in good faith and lose your bearings serendipitously" - from
The Sinbad Saga

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