Dominant, I thought … I wore it anyway. And now here I am at my first munch. I arrived too early, only a few people were here and I walked up to the...bar to order a gin and tonic. I walked around with the drink in my hand trying to make eye contact with the hardcore people. An old and wrinkled woman came up to me.“You into sadomaso, son ?” she asked me. "Emma no, I mean yes," I mumbled.“Welcome,” she said and took me to meet the others. Introductions over, time passes and I am now left alone. I shut my mouth and remained silent as she put the ball gag away, continuing to rummage through the box."That's better slave boy." Rita quipped as she pulled something from the box. I had seen it before. It was some sort of whip with many soft velvet ribbons extending from the leather handle.It wasn't meant to hurt as much as titillate. She began with my thighs swinging from above her head to maximize the blows. It didn't hurt like I knew my belt would but there was an intense stinging. Actually, she was not opposed to the thought of relations with the strange fellow because in some ways he stimulated her sense of danger and excitement just by his animal presence. She knew he was mixed up in a lot of dodgy business from her insight into her deceased spouse's investigations but could not put a finger on his internal motivations or personality which seemed at odds with her knowledge.In any event, he had the means to assist her with the case and she planned to take full advantage. And we are not kidding around here. Weapons are allowed, as well as items, magic and whatever else you can think of. Only requirement is that you can carry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was actually paying attention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or kicks the bucket. But, chillax dude our spooky, scary necromancers have you covered. The whole arena is drenched in a Level 3 reviving spell,.