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I was feeling a bit restless and my sex life was spiraling into abject boredom. Vanilla hookups weren\u2019t doing anything for me and I\u2019d masturbated to everything and anything I could find. So, when I saw a flyer near the quad about a dungeon master looking for new people to play with, I felt a rush of excitement. The flyer was way beyond bland: it pictured chains, whips, swords, gold, and dragons, plus it listed the meeting place as “Snitchcock.” This was going to be unforgettable.<\/p>\n
On the night of the event, I rolled up to the dorm in my jacket and leather thong. I messaged the dungeon master (Her profile pic was a dragon. Rawr ;D). She came out to let me in, dressed pretty casually in a t-shirt and flannel. I guessed she\u2019d change into her dom outfit later. She asked me if I\u2019d brought dice, and I started to sweat. Was this a test? Something I\u2019d missed? Where were these dice going to end up? I replied no, and she smiled, saying I could borrow some of hers. Needless to say, I was aroused.<\/p>\n
\tAs she was signing me in, I tried to make small talk. I asked her how long she\u2019d been a dungeon master, expecting her to say a couple years. She was only 22, after all, so when she said nearly 10 years, I was shocked. What kind of fucked up childhood had she been through? I felt a mixture of excitement and concern, but I followed her nonetheless. Eventually, we made it to a small room. As she pushed open the door, I was surprised to see a group of 3 other people sitting around a table. Pens, paper, and a shit-ton of dice littered the space. I told her I didn\u2019t expect anyone else to be here. She looked at me quizzically. \u201cWell, duh,\u201d she replied. \u201cIt\u2019s not fun with only two people.\u201d At that, I quickly sat down, making sure the front of my pants was well-concealed.<\/p>\n
\tNobody else seemed to be dressed for the occasion, at least to my outsider eyes, and nobody seemed keen to get changed either. One of them asked me if I had a character to role-play as yet. Clearly, I had a lot to learn about BDSM. In a few minutes, the dungeon master sat down and smiled. \u201cAll right,\u201d she said, \u201cLet\u2019s get started.”<\/p>\n
\tAt that, I sprung onto the table and stripped to my underwear. I lay flat, looked the dungeon master in the eye, and said, \u201cHurt me.\u201d For a while, nobody said anything. Then, after an excruciating pause, the dungeon master gently explained the concept of Dungeons and Dragons to me and handed me a character sheet, along with a set of orange dice. I apologized, and after a while the other people at the table sheepishly admitted that they had first joined for the same reason I did.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Looking back, I may not have tried bondage, but now that my half-elf druid Dewgrain has hit level 2, it turns out I\u2019m very into role-playing.<\/p>\n
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By Thomas Noriega Sept. 24, 2018 I was feeling a bit restless and my sex life was spiraling into abject boredom. Vanilla hookups weren\u2019t doing anything for me and I\u2019d masturbated to everything and anything I could find. So, when I saw a flyer near the quad about a dungeon master looking for new people to play with, I felt a rush of excitement. The flyer was way beyond bland: it pictured chains, whips, swords, gold, and dragons, plus it listed the meeting place as “Snitchcock.” This was going to be unforgettable. On the night of the event, I rolled up to the dorm in my jacket and leather thong. I messaged the dungeon master (Her profile pic was a dragon. Rawr ;D). She came out to let me in, dressed pretty casually in a t-shirt and flannel. I guessed she\u2019d change into her dom outfit later. She asked me if I\u2019d brought dice, and I started to sweat. Was this a test? Something I\u2019d missed? Where were these dice going to end up? I replied no, and she smiled, saying I could borrow some of hers. Needless to say, I was aroused. As she was signing me in, I tried to make small talk. I asked her how long she\u2019d been a dungeon master, expecting her to say a couple years. She was only 22, after all, so when she said nearly 10 years, I was shocked. What kind of fucked up childhood had she been through? I felt a mixture of excitement and concern, but I followed her nonetheless. Eventually, we made it to a small room. As she pushed open the door, I was surprised to see a group of 3 other people sitting around a table. Pens, paper, and a shit-ton of dice littered the space. I told her I didn\u2019t expect anyone else to be here. She looked at me quizzically. \u201cWell, duh,\u201d she replied. \u201cIt\u2019s not fun with only two people.\u201d At that, I quickly sat down, making sure the front of my pants was well-concealed. Nobody else seemed to be dressed for the occasion, at least to my outsider eyes, and nobody seemed keen to get changed either. One of them asked me if I had a character to role-play as yet. Clearly, I had a lot to learn about BDSM. In a few minutes, the dungeon master sat down and smiled. \u201cAll right,\u201d she said, \u201cLet\u2019s get started.” At that, I sprung onto the table and stripped to my underwear. I lay flat, looked the dungeon master in the eye, and said, \u201cHurt me.\u201d For a while, nobody said anything. Then, after an excruciating pause, the dungeon master gently explained the concept of Dungeons and Dragons to me and handed me a character sheet, along with a set of orange dice. I apologized, and after a while the other people at the table sheepishly admitted that they had first joined for the same reason I did.\u00a0 Looking back, I may not have tried bondage, but now that my half-elf druid Dewgrain has hit level 2, it turns out I\u2019m very into role-playing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1444","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-komono"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1444","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1444"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1444\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2477,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1444\/revisions\/2477"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1444"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1444"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1444"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}