Dungeon for Rent
The huge number of industrial buildings offered for lease got me thinking the other day. My small Floridian town is suffering from unemployment and idiotic government as much as any place, but there's enough money around for this idea: A Dungeon for Rent.
BDSM (bondage and discipline, submission and sadomasochism) verges on being mainstream thesedays. I presume it's the natural progression from the pornocization of society, but whatever I might think about that isn't going to stop me from making some jink from people's kink.
Big industrial buildings lend themselves to creatively designed dungeons. Mine would be decorated in black, mostly, of course, with blood-red highlights. Lighting would be cheap, as candles are the dungeonmaster's illumination of choice. There would be rooms with various kinds of whipping posts, crosses mostly, with simple shackles and chains for the primitive players. Special rooms with suspension devices are likely to be popular too. You can bring your own gags, crops and whips, or, for a fee, I'll provide you with rental punishment and restraint equipment.
As with the Japanese Love Hotels (some of which I understand now come with dungeons for rent) discretion would be the name of the game. Players in couples or groups would be kept apart by time or wall. And separate entrances and exits would keep them that way.
At Wombat's Dungeon World, no-one need know you like your love hog-tied and gagged in a dark, dripping den of depravity.
Delicious photo from here. The English are big into Dungeon Life, apparently. [link]
11 comments:
Somehow...with this post...I don't know you...but I want you.
*makes popcorn, watches what is about to unfold between snaf and wombat*
(hey, BDSM is pervy, too, so don't judge)
Wombikins, I think you have found your calling:)
Oh really, Snaf?
Play your cards right and we can be the first to test out my dungeon. All that equipment will need a thorough work-up to make sure it's operating properly.
You won't need to pack much.
Martian, that gives me an idea. I could create a kind of stadium dungeon, and sell seats (and popcorn) to pervs who want to perv on exhibitionist pervs.
You might well be right, BlueBabe. We shall see. You get a complimentary pass, BTW, valid for a week or five visits, whichever occurs first.
"Play your cards right"?
Crush over. It was fun while it lasted ;)
Shocking capriciousness.
You make a terrible sub, Snaf, although I do have all the right equipment to punish you good and proper, or until you see the error of your ways, whichever pleases me first.
Sorry, Martian, looks like the show's over.
Crush reactivated.
Excellent.
Now. Let's start with some Latin terms.
*crack of whip echoing off dungeon walls*
Let me know when you open. I've got a lovely flogger and a stunning leather corset.
That's what they did with an industrial building in SF — but it's where they film porn.
Maybe one can arrange for a private "event" ...
Someone called me a "dominatrix"the other day, but it was in an entirely different context. Still, I thought, hmm, they're onto me ...
Oh, wonderful Nitebyrd. You're at the top of my list for invitees to the opening party. BYO bod, I'll supply the booze.
Now that's something you should write about, Kat. I'd love to know under what circumstance you were called that...at work? At a social function? In the hot tub? At the DMV?
Inquiring minds and all that...and are you?
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