Tied Up
July 24, 2017 Chiang Mai, Thailand Sitting there on the base of the throne chair, holding her clothing and jewelry, I felt self-conscious. I didn't know exactly what my role was. The large room was dimly lit, and there were perhaps a dozen others there to witness what was taking place. About ten feet in front of me, she spun, suspended from the ring in the ceiling and completely trussed up with rope. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain every time he smacked her, hit her with the end of another braided strand, or viciously twisted one of her exposed nipples. Her eyes remained closed, except occasionally when - and I don't know how she knew- she was facing me... she would open them and look right at me to see if I was still watching. I had met Dana just that day, when I cut short a holiday weekend trip to Milwaukee. She had sent me a request to stay at my place through Couchsurfing, but because of my planned travel, I was not going to be in town when sh