The site is called Public Disgrace and has a lot of outdoor bondage and public humiliation. Girls (mostly east european) are paraded through town and fucked in front of strangers while they are tied up. The scenes are real, and not staged. This is the best punishment in public you will ever see.
Marcus Strapp is a long time blogger of bondage and BDSM smut. Unfortunately, he's not doing a lot of outdoor writing, but has emailed me this story from a theatre. Its public enough for me, and I would love to publish it here.
This is the first part and I'll publish the other parts in a rapid succession. Go to the comment section at the end of this story and let Marcus know what you think about his story. You can also visit his website here: Marcus Strapp
This is the story and its called: All or Nothing
--- Disclaimer ---
The current climate regarding legislation on violent pornography is providing me with deep concern regarding the material that I write and post here. I should be noted that I often write in a style that purposely misuses language for effect. My concern is now is that there are those that will interpret what I write in a solely literal way. Please see my Personal Statement
All persons and characters are completely fictional inventions of the author. Any resemblance to people living or deceased is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional, unless you happen to think the leading man is cool in which case you know how to find me.
"ALL" or "NOTHING"
--- Prologue ---
Three years we've know each other, on and off. Right from the first MSN exchanges it was evident that there was chemistry. Dark dangerous chemistry. No matter what the initial intentions, no matter what initial line of questioning, the conversation would always fall over the edge of reason and would magnetically snap to a strong Ds dynamic.
Like a bewildered Alice, in this through the looking glass world, I too find that rules and laws are topsy-turvy. Tonight I go into a shop and when I ask for my cake, they box it and bow it, and hand it to me with gold coins for the asking price and tell me to keep ringing the change. Tonight, here, I am unreasonably king.
Let's start with nomenclature, for dear reader, you cannot hope to find your way in this strange land where all the sign posts point the opposite way. A "Good Girl" is indeed a good girl. She does as she is told, and to obey is her reward. "Dirty" is not clean, but the filth is licked from the gutter and savoured on the tongue. She is a "slut" and a "whore" and thus the one I adore. If I should be polite to her, release or slacken my grip, she would slip and fall, I'd be letting her down and she would simmer in frustration. The control has to be absolute. The terms were discussed and negotiated; well inasmuch as I told her what they were! But dear reader, save your scorn, you have absolutely no jurisdiction in my wonderland. It simply has to be as I say.
--- Chapter One ---
I'm in my office. There's a busy day ahead, but my spirits are high. I'm on a promise and that is always enough to lift my spirits. I'm a man of extraordinarily basic needs. I flip open my laptop
--- MSN -------------------------
Chloé: "I'm so sorry, I'm not coming. I can't go through with it"
Shit. I can feel the chill of fear running through her. She's wound me up, let me wind her up, but this grey morning she's woken with regrets and second thoughts. This is not a game, this conversation belongs to the real world. There is neither choice nor doubt. She can't let go.
Strapp: Oh girl, you must be in so much pain. You haven't slept. I can feel it. You know my rules, you know my ways. There is no ill feeling here. You are feeling an unpleasant pain and that is not something I want from you. Don't worry. We will meet for lunch in public places and my friendship will not waiver. We have known each other a long time now.
Chloé: I'm so sorry. I just can't do it.
Strapp: Dry your eyes. It's OK I understand, I am proud of you. Go with your heart girl.
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Yes, it's all true, there is nothing of value to be found when it is not freely given. But I am selfish too, and that delicious tryst was something I was really looking forward to. There is a heavy air of disappointment that follows me wherever I go for the next couple of days. There follows a few days of quietness. I check in with her from time to time, but the conversation is that of friends. Slowly though, the high tension disappears and we are back to the little jokes, the teasing and the sweet flirtatious innuendo.
My secretary brings me coffee and on the tray is a magazine of hers. The cover is vibrant crimson and the word "Flamenco" catches my eye. "What's that?" I say as I lift her magazine and scrutinise the cover and thumb through to the section detailing the Flamenco festival at Sadler's Wells. She blushes for a moment but then leads on with her love of Flamenco. I reminisce about my days in Barcelona.
After she leaves I hit the crimson web-site and the only tickets that are available and fit in with my schedule are for the following evening. There are only standing tickets left. That's not good enough. I pick up the phone and call the box office. And for a blessed moment wonderland laws apply and they find me two west gallery seats close to the stage.
I can feel the machinery of my wickedness start to turn. I place another call.
Strapp: Hello slut, do you like Flamenco?
Chloé: Oh God do I!, yes I love it, why?
Strapp: Well, I know you have been pretty upset and I want to show that all is sort of really OK. There is a Flamenco festival at Sadler's Wells. What say you about me trying to get us tickets. Tomorrow is the last night. Are you free?
Chloé: Oh God. I think so. I will have to make some calls and check. Can I call you back this evening?
Strapp: Well that might be a bit late, I think they are close to being fully booked, but, hey yes of course check. If we can't get tickets well it just wasn't to be. Oh one thing, this is going to a public place to watch a public performance. There is neither chance nor risk of anything happening. I do not want there to be any doubt.
Chloé: Thanks, I understand. Can we grab a bite to eat too.
Strapp: Of course we can.
In truth, if that is all I get, I will be happy. What is not to like about an evening with charming company and sophisticated entertainment. I live for this stuff.
I do not have to wait until evening. Two hours later a message pops up on my screen. "Yes, I can come. I'd love to go!"
I reply and enthuse and a short conversation ensues, but I do actually have to get down to some work.
Chloé: Please let me know if you manage to get tickets
Strapp: Sure, talk later. xxxx
Just before close of business MSN goes and makes its little blooping sound and:
Chloé: Should I wear stockings?
Now reader, stop in your fucking tracks and go back a line and re-read her message. The tide has just rushed in. This is the "Drink Me" label attached to the bottle. This is the looking glass boundary between our world and wonderland. For that matter, any woman out there may well take heed from this tale, and had better equip herself of these facts before she ever considers posing that particular question to me.
Fuck! A growl escapes the back of my throat, my eyes narrow and my blood temperature increases a degree throughout my whole body quite instantaneously. Like a werewolf clinging to his sanity before an approaching full moon, I strive to conduct myself with measure and pace. But forgive me, she started it. She whistled down the moon. You do not stroke a wolf.
Strapp: Hey now listen here! I mean this. I have planned the evening as one of friendship. I know how much you hated disappointing me the other night, but you owe me nothng. I won't pretend I was not disappointed, but I am not looking to collect. I would love you to wear stockings, you know what that means to me, that act of preparing yourself and presentation that I will savour and delight in. But, we must be clear on the boundaries because whilst I will fight to remain the gentleman, I do not relish disappointment.
Chloé: Can I wear the short dress?
Oh reader, should I deliver a stinging slap to her face? My breathing quickens.
Chloé: I will not disappoint.
Strapp: Steady girl! As it happens I am a bit fragile and I have no wish to be teased. I have no desire to have a plate of raw meat set before me, only to have it taken away when I sharpen my knife.
Chloé: Marcus, I know. I won't do that again I promise.
I am now in a predicament. If I accept, I have to consider what will happen if she wakes tomorrow morning with the cold winds of change. It comes to me.
Strapp: I tell you what. I do not want to hear any more of your promises. Nor do I wish to hold you to a promise that your heart is not in. I will email you tonight a set of non negotiable instructions.
A pause, I can feel her tightening, breathing more quickly, I think MSN lay on a special service just for me.
Strapp: We had better hope we can get those tickets!
I hit "Quit" before she can reply.
Oh is the Strapp all bad? How come I already know all the terms and the details of this contract? How come I know that I am handing her all the bloody rope she needs? I did not plan this. But the cunning plan is there. I swear the devil whispers in my ear.
--- The Email --------------------------------------------------- ----------------------
Chloé,
The good news is I have tickets!
Here are the terms. I do not want to trap you into anything you do not wholeheartedly want to do. I have no desire to coerce or tempt you into a course of action that you will regret. However, I also have no desire to expose myself to having high expectations only to have them dashed to the ground. This is what I propose.
You will meet me tomorrow at Angel tube station. You will wear stockings, your shortest dress and high heels too. You will dress provocatively, sluttishly. Further, when you are with me, you will cling and fawn all over me. You will make a spectacle of yourself. You will remain in physical contact with me for the whole evening. You will be mine to wear with runaway pride.
Further, you are to comply with this wish; when you arrive you will bring with you a sealed envelope. In that envelope will be a single sheet of paper. On that sheet of paper will be a single word.
If that word says "NOTHING", we will have a wonderful evening as friends. I will resolutely remain the gentleman and will take no liberties.
If on the other hand, that word says "ALL", then you will have absolutely no further say in matters for the rest of the night. No safe word. No going back. No pulling out. No control. No free will. You will avail me of yourself entirely. Your body and soul upon my whim.
Under no circumstances are you to communicate your intentions to me before you hand me that envelope.
Chloé, it is "ALL" or "NOTHING"
With love -- Marcus
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Come back next for week for another part of this story
The source of this material is rumored to have
originated in a basement in Louisiana. At least that´s what most experienced surfers and
webmasters agrees on, while others claims that it´s a dutch producers work.
Women are being trained (for 4 days) to be submissive and serve men. It´s a hard
regime that they have to endure. They have to give blowjobs and take both vaginal and anal
sex while they are tied up.
