Ingrid leaned back from the rather intense posture she adopts when roleplaying, and stopped channeling 'Jessica' for a moment. She looked around the room at her friends before continuing. Silus sat on the sofa next to her, looking like he had perfect seats at the cinema and all he lacked was a bag of popcorn. Reya, seated on a chair Ingrid had pulled over for her from the dining table, leaned over Sebastian who knelt on the floor between her legs. The shape of his junk was obvious through his tiny, black, spandex briefs. Reya rested her chin on the top of his head, one hand idly exploring his chest while the other held a chain leash connected to a leather collar around his neck. Continuing counter clockwise around the circle, Yuna looked as delighted by the spectacles taking place around her as Silus, her gaze constantly drifting back to Emma on the beanbag next to her.
Emma, cleaned up from all the charcoal and makeup Yuna had applied to her earlier, had her knees drawn up a bit and rested her hands on her thighs. As Ingrid had requested, she was naked. Her legs obscured her womanhood, but she made no effort to conceal her breasts.
"How is everyone doing?" Ingrid asked.
"Goddess, I'm loving this," Reya instantly volunteered. "You all are so fucking kinky and delightfully nerdy. All I'm saying is, it's working, whatever y'all are doing here."
Ingrid smiled. "How are you feeling, Seb?" Seb said nothing, but his smile said he felt safe and at home.
"What about you, Silus?"
"Me? This is fantastic. I couldn't pay to get better entertainment."
"When are
you
going to join the fun, Si?" Emma teased.
"Soon," he offered, cryptically. Then, as a jab, "Maybe when you stop getting naked every scene." Emma blushed and put on an exaggerated pout, drawing her arms across her bare bosoms. "But I don't want that to happen, so..."
"Yuna?" Ingrid continued.
"I'm
loving
this! And looking forward to the next scene or two with Ash!"
"What is this excitement you and Silus keep dropping hints about?" Sebastian asked.
"Oh, nothin," Yuna replied coyly. "What I'm interested in is what you and Reya have planned." At this, she winked at Reya, who beamed back.
"Emma? How are you feeling?"
"Me?" Emma asked, feigning surprise. "Oh, the usual. I'm naked in front of all my friends, my D&D character is about to get fucked by a girl, and I'm horny as hell." The whole group laughed.
"Well, good," Ingrid said. "I'm glad everyone's doing ok. But if ever you're not, I want you to speak up. This is about vulnerability and authenticity and the unique magic that can happen when people share honestly in a safe, welcoming space. But it's also about having fun, and I don't want it to be a negative experience for anyone. Speaking up to say you're not ok isn't a buzz kill; it's a chance to reconnect with each other, listen to one another, and recalibrate to make what happens here wonderful for everyone. Ok?"
Ingrid looked around the room again, making eye contact with each person in turn. Everyone nodded along.
"Ok. What I thought we'd try next," Ingrid said, "is something we've never done before." Turning to Reya specifically, she said, "Normally (not that it's normal, or anything), after we have role played a scene that has kinky elements to it, we have the option of playing a kink scene here, in real life, that mimics or follows what just happened in-game."
Ingrid paused, took a breath, then continued. "This time, Emma and I thought, 'why not do it in real-time?' As in, why not play the kink scene at the same time that we role play the D&D scene, so that both are occurring in parallel?"
"Actually," Emma interjected, "it's more of an opportunity to have the two sort of merge and become one scene. Instead of having two similar but parallel realities happening one after the other, in sequence, we have just the one scene--happening here and in our imaginary universe at the exact same time, each playing off of the other."
"I'm not familiar enough with D&D to fully appreciate this, I think," Reya began, "but I'm guessing this is pretty unusual."
"Hell, yeah," Silus agreed. "I've never heard of anything like it."
Yuna looked over at her naked girlfriend and said, "I can't wait to see how it goes. Sounds like a brilliant idea to me."
"Is everyone ok with proceeding, then?" Ingrid asked. "Anyone here is fully within their rights to say 'no.' The scene will likely include sex acts. Is everyone alright with that?"
"For sure," Reya replied. "I've seen just about everything there is to see at kink parties, and this seems like a special, safe space." Seb, Silus, and Yuna nodded their agreement.
"Are
you
down with this, Emma? You're my partner in the scene, after all."
"Wait, you're going to..." Silus pointed at Ingrid, then over to Emma.
"Well, yeah," she replied as if it was obvious. "I'm the one playing Jessie, after all. Emma and I talked about it, and she was excited by the idea. Right, Em?"
Emma grinned and nodded vigorously.
"And, for the record," Yuna piped up, raising her hand like an enthusiastic school child, "I'm totally cool with it, too. I always encourage Em to play with good partners when she has the chance, and Ingrid's about as great as it gets."
"Aww!" Ingrid blushed and tried to hide her head in a shrug.
"Plus," Yuna continued, "this is gonna be so fucking hot."
"Alright, then. Shall we continue?"
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Standing with her wrists together at the small of her back, Kit feels the cool slither of rope as it slides along her skin. As Jessica works, the loose ends slap gently against the backs of her bare thighs and butt. Next, she feels a light tension as the rope loops and gradually tightens around her wrists. Finally, she feels a sudden moment of increased pressure as Jessica completes the knot with a soft rustling sound of rope-cinching-down-on-rope.
"Stand up, Em." Ingrid stands on the rug in the center of the room holding a length of rope between her hands. Emma uncurls herself from her spot on the bean bag and stands upright in front of Ingrid, exposing her naked, trim body to everyone in the room.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back." Ingrid speaks softly, but the gentle deference she normally shows her players as their DM is replaced by a firm tone. Emma immediately obeys, turning her backside to the group. Reya can't help staring at Emma's ass while Ingrid gets right to work tying her wrists.
"What kind of rope is that, Ingrid," Reya asks. "That is, if you don't mind me asking during your scene."
"I'm ok with you asking questions during the scene," Ingrid replies. "You can comment, too. It doesn't have to be silent. I want this to be participatory, since it's more than just our scene--it's also the D&D table's scene, in a way." Her voice is more deadpan than her usual, perhaps overly-deferential kindness. Silus and Yuna look at each other and smile, knowing she's dropping into a top space that doesn't have as much time or attention for social performance.
"Oh, and it's jute," Ingrid adds a moment later.
"Ah," Reya replies. "I mostly tie with hemp and nylon."
"Nylon's great!" Yuna chimes in. "It's easy to get in all kinds of fun colors!"
"Alright," Ingrid says, giving Emma a soft pat on the butt as she finishes the wrist tie. "Give that a try." Emma struggles against the rope, twisting and turning her arms, shoulders and wrists in a vain effort to get free.
"Nope," Emma says. "I'm stuck."
"Good," Ingrid replies matter-of-factly, smacking Emma's bare ass a little harder this time. Emma gives a slight gasp in response.
Kit's first instinct is to test her new bonds. Twisting and sliding one wrist against the other, it's no use: she's effectively bound.
"Turn around and face me," Jessica orders, her tone coming across almost as a taunt, as if to say, 'I dare you not to.'
I don't have to
, Kit thinks to herself.
This girl's just a pretentious twit
.
Besides, if I start obeying her already, pretty soon she'll have me doing every little thing she tells me to.
Oh yeah?
a contrarian voice replies
. You're pretty tied up. Not to mention naked. She owns you now.
Please?
yet another voice begs.
I want her to control me. I want her to play with me, own me, fuck me.
Dear gods, what is wrong with me?
Hands bound tightly behind her back, Kit turns to face the 19 year-old human girl across from her. She looks her over, notices the work overalls covered in dust and dried mud; the heavy work boots, dirty and scuffed; the modest swell of small breasts against the linen tunic with laces down to the sternum hanging loose and undone. Mostly, though, Kit notices the young face--pale skin, red lips, loose strands of her thick brown hair that escaped the heavy braid down her back hanging wildly in front of amber eyes practically glittering with the thrill of the hunt.
What have I gotten myself into? She's barely more than a kid, and she looks like she just finished mucking stalls or baling hay, but her eyes look like she's about to devour me.
For her part, the 19 year-old made no immediate move toward her captive, choosing instead to take deep breaths, feel her heart thumping hard against her ribs, and savor the moment.
Dear goddess
,
this is honest-to-goodness the girl from the swamp. It's really her. The one the bullywug king had on a leash. The one whose nipples were so hard I couldn't look at anything else. And her abs were glistening with sweat and swampwater.
Ok, I'm hyperventilating. Calm down. Breathe, Jessica. Just breathe.
Shamelessly, Jessica takes her time staring at every naked inch of the elf woman's body, from the graceful curves of her lithe neck and shoulders to the ostentatious blossom of her firm breasts and erect nipples to the drape of soft skin over firm abdominal musculature, the vulnerable divot of her belly button, the small, tidy patch of hair at her crotch.
It's fine to stare,
