The bondage incident happened months before the Gang Bang.  But they’re connected.

I didn’t “get” the connection until I got a message on my cell this morning.  It was at least a week old.  Must’ve missed it.  It was from Ashleelala (one of our rare “civilian” women on TER).
Her voice was stressed:  “I’m gonna take one more circle…and then…”  Click.
The implication being: If she didn’t find me she’d drive away.  Gone.  Forever gone.

Thank God she found me ‘cause I was hungry.  

I was tempted to save the message just so I could hear Ashlee’s irritated voice whenever I wanted.  She’s cute when she’s miffed.  She’s cute when she’s worn out.  She’s cute when she’s tied up with ropes across her big beautiful bosom.

Yes, tying up Ashleelala in my living room months ago has a direct lineage to the Gang Bang with Wanda.  (Wanda…remember her?  That’s my alias for the escort who had me watch her from the hotel closet…  Same lady…  Search for Report From the Field 28 for what I like to call: “The Legend of Waffle Ass”)

Ashlee volunteered to be my Guinea Pig so I could practice tying my bondage knots safely.  I wanted to impress Wanda when she arrived in a couple hours.  Wanda’s very experienced in the world of BDSM and I’m quite the novice.  I needed the practice.

Wanda loves being tied up or cuffed and flogged, fondled and whipped.  It’s more than simple enjoyment, it feeds her lifeblood.  She’s one of those purist BDSM’ers that don’t need to mix “traditional” sex and a good fetish whoopin’.  The High from being the submissive or Dominant  IS  the orgasm.  When Wanda escorts, it’s pure GFE that’s open to your fetishes.  But when she needs to get HER batteries charged…when she longs for the same thing the rest of us seek in an escort…  She needs to turn to “the scene”--  Which means a different set of rules about meeting, talking and trusting so you can be safe, sane and consensual.  It’s tough enough to go on a successful civilian date when you’re an escort let alone the mutual nurturing that needs to happen for a successful BDSM Scene.  You can’t do this shit safely unless there’s trust.

The reason I was tying up Ashleelala was a vain attempt to help Wanda get what she wants.  But I’m too new to the world to do her any good.  Her experience level is so far beyond my skills that I’d never be able to wield a whip or flog her with the precision she was accustomed to.  And she was aching for a whooping.  She was sad about it for a long time over our nightly phone chats.  When she visits L.A. she seems embarrassed at my attempts to be Dominant for her.  Sometimes I stand up and shout, “SUCK MY COCK, BITCH!”  and she laughs herself silly.
I was useless and I hate being useless.  Particularly to my dear ones.  It made my heart ache because I wanted to feed her spirit.  I’m crazy about her.  I can give her what I can, my ear, my heart, a place to stay while she travels, and company while she waits for the phone to ring.  My friendship.  But I couldn’t feed that part of her soul.  Shit.

To top it off, Wanda would tell me about her roommate, another escort, who was tied up and fondled by two guys.  Wanda lusted after the experience.  She told me about it over and over. Great.  I can barely handle being alone in a room with a naked woman.  Now I need to think about a naked man as well.  (And I’m far from assuming that I would be included in the mix.)

But tying up Ashlee turned out to be the enlightening moment that made me relax about it all and seek alternative solutions to my dilemma.  Because when I tightened the rope that went across the tops of Ashlee’s GIormous breasts, her face lit up like a pinball machine!  The burst of energy was palpable!  And the glow in her eyes was quite a reward!
Mr. Self Destruct missed the initial blossoming because his nose was in my “Film Encyclopedia”.
(As punishment, I tied up Mr. Self Destruct next.)

I don’t know if Ashlee turned a corner at that moment but ever since then she doesn’t crinkle her nose when BDSM comes up.  (She might crinkle at the mention of specific fetishes…but the fearful stigma of the general subject has eroded.)  Down comes a wall and acceptance is born.  She LOVED the feel, she said!

So did I.

I knew something I didn’t know before.  Being the facilitator for someone’s fantasy can be the most rewarding thing you can do.  (Thanks Escorts one and all!)

And as I explored Wanda and what was on her mind regarding her fantasy world on that visit last February…  A scheme began to develop.  I don’t know when she was gonna visit L.A. again…  I asked probing questions…  
The kinky desire to have a two-man party in her pants…  The need to connect the pain of a single tail whip and the golden pleasure of being in subspace…

Well, I did what any red blooded, dedicated friend would do:

I arranged an Abduction-Bondage-Fetish-Whoopin’-Gang-Bang.
With friends like me, who needs enemies.

That’s the Report From The Field
(To be continued with the dirty details)