Play Party of the Imagination: 5
The Play Party of the Imagination - Part five-
I had a headache. I was sorting through my bag looking for the aspirin when I took out a small handheld electronic device and placed it on the table next to my bag.Kelly was standing nearby and pointed to the metal prong sticking out the front of the device. “Hey? What’s that thing?” she asked, “I didn’t know you were into electrical play”
“Oh this? This isn’t an electrical play device. This is how I got all the bondage rope for my collection.”
“Huh?”
“Here, lift up your shirt tail and I will show you. Don’t worry this isn’t a pain toy. You wont feel a thing”
Curious, she lifted up her shirt and watched as I pointed the metal prong to her belly button and pressed a big red button. A gold star formed across her stomach.
“Hey wow! That’s neat, what is this? Some kind of tatoo? It didn’t hurt a bit”
“It’s not a tattoo exactly. But it is a cool way of doing temporary body modification.” I held out the device to her belly again and pushed a big green button. The gold star vanished.
“That’s certainly an impressive trick” she said pulling her shirt tail down again “But how did you get bondage rope using that thing?”
“Oh, you see? There is a secret island away somewhere in the south pacific where women are used as sex slaves to men. The place has existed in secret for thousands of years. Special scouts are all around the globe searching out women that are suited to be sex slaves and they bring them to the island”
Kelly cracked a smile at this point. “I think you have been reading ‘Exit to Eden’ a bit too much. Secret island my fanny!”
“No, the island really does exist. The slaves there have to do the cooking and cleaning and wash the laundry and mow the grass so that the masters can live in total luxury. And naturally any time a master wants a little nookie he can use any slave he wants any time he wants, any way he wants.”
“Is that so? Well where is this island anyway?”
“Can’t tell you. It’s a secret. Anyway, the slaves at this island were real unhappy. The scouts that brought them to the island had lured them there with talk of ultimate sexual fantasy but when they got there they realized that what the island had promised was not what the island delivered. A lot of them wanted to leave. But naturally they couldn’t leave because they were slaves and slaves have no rights”
“Hogwash! That’s not D/s that’s just abuse. If a slave ever wants to end a scene or leave a relationship that’s entirely within the slaves rights”
Slave Ann was standing nearby listing to us and spoke up at this moment. “But the women chose to go to the island. They brought the situation on themselves. If they consented to go to the island then whatever happens there is entirely the domain of the masters there. Besides, why would anyone be unhappy knowing what they did was pleasing another?’
I didn’t want to get bogged down in debates so I continued my story. “That’s when I show up at the island. I found out that all the masters on the island had a gold star on their belly and all the slaves did not. So that’s when I wiped up this little gadget. It can take stars off bellies and put stars on bellies”
“To heck with reading ‘Exit to Eden’ too much” Kelly said “You have been reading too much Dr. Seuss”
“No! All this really happened. Anyway, all of the slaves immediately wanted stars on their bellies so they could live in luxury too. But when they did nobody was left to do all the menial tasks. Dishes started to pile up in the sink. Nobody did any cooking, they all just ordered out for pizza. Laundry was starting to back up. The island really became a mess.”
“And I guess all the masters came to you and asked you to take the stars off their bellies so they would be able to tell the difference between masters and slaves again.”
“Yes they did a matter of fact. Have I told you this story before?”
“I have seen something like it before.” Kelly said. “I guess they eventually all learned their lesson that slaves are not inferior creatures and everyone should get along in harmony?”
“Ha! Are you kidding. It would have been nice if things turned out that way. The masters learning that they don’t have any special rights or privileges. The slaves learning that they don’t have to do stuff they don’t want to do. Then if any master and slave hook up together it would be because of mutual pleasure of BOTH partners rather than just one person barking orders at the other telling them to have dinner ready and waiting for them when they came home”
“Ug! Why didn’t they just buy a whole munch of mail order brides if they wanted nymphomaniac house maids?”
Slave Ann broke in at this point again. “Ya know? I really think its unfair for you to have gone to that island and disrupted their entire lives. The fact that the slaves came to the island at all proves it was consensual. What gives you the right to push off your own ideas of how D/s should work on to everyone else?”
“Oh I really didn’t disrupt all that much. It didn’t take long for all the masters to start using upper case handles and commanding the slaves to all use lower case handles. Things are clicking along smooth as always now that everyone knows who has to vacuum the rugs and who has to wash the windows again.”
“Ok, ok, fine” said Kelly, “But that still doesn’t explain how you got the bondage ropes.”
“Well the people on the island didn’t use money so there was no way they could pay me for the service of star application or removal. So we just traded. I would switch the pattern of their belly if they gave me one rope. I left after 4 days with ever bit of rope on that whole island”
“Oh I know your joking with me now! I know exactly the kind of people you’re talking about. They way they work is one person has to wait on the other hand and foot and dedicate their life to serving the other persons ever whim. Anyone that does bondage is, to them, just doing kinky sex and not doing true D/s. Not a single person on that island would even know what a bondage rope is, much less use one.”
I had been caught! I faked my way out of the conversation. “Er, I found the aspirin I was looking for. I have to go get a drink of water to wash this down. Please excuse me.” I stuffed everything back into my toy-bag and made a hasty withdrawal.