LaideeM’s Special Therapy: A BDSM tale…

Today I’m sitting down with personal friend and businessman Shawn James to talk about his unique experience unwinding with LaideeM.

By Jessica Perez

JP: Let’s jump in. How did you end up here today? 

SJ: I have a good friend who’s also a journalist and an asshole. 

JP: *laughs* You’re speaking of yours truly. 

SJ: Yes, but to be fair you were right and I agreed to give you the interview if it helped. 

JP: Let’s start at the beginning. Who are you and what were you looking for when this all came up? 

SJ: I’m a media exec at a mid-size but busy firm. I have to manage a lot of varied and strong personalities along with some big campaigns. My eye is on a lot constantly. I have to be in control. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love it; but I feel constantly…wound up. Typical relaxation stuff doesn’t work for me. Getting a massage is too quiet. I can’t lay or sit to relax. It’s just extra time to think. I needed a release for me. 

JP: Enter a fateful dinner with me… 

SJ: Yes. You’ve been trying to assist with my plight for years, my protests be damned. I still have scars from the Krav Maga classes, thank you. Anyway, you had yet another idea to get me out of my head. A name, “LaideeM.” 

JP: Yes. For the readers, she’s a recently acquainted friend of mine. After some conversation she told me about a special therapy she does for hard-to-unwind A- types. Shawn flashed in my mind like a lightning bolt. 

SJ: Well, if she gave you much detail, you certainly didn’t pass it along over dinner. All I got was a name a date, a time and address. 

JP: What happened when you got there? 

SJ: I almost left, that’s what. I walk into this huge dimly lit house. There are about a dozen people sitting in the 

main room talking quietly. I’m trying to figure out why all of these people are here for my session. Whatever it is should be private, right? Maybe I’m here on the wrong day. So I’m about to reach for the doorknob again when a guy approaches me, greets me by name and asks me to follow him. 

JP: Trippy? 

SJ: Uh, yeah. Then it got worse! Dude—Kevin was his name, I think—takes me back to a room and asks me to get undressed. I’m like, ‘hold the fuck up,’ right? Not my kind of therapy! 

JP: But it turns out it kind of was, no? 

SJ: *exhales audibly* Yeah, so the whole exercise is in giving up control. That’s what Kevin explained. I could leave, but if I stayed there were no questions asked. 

JP: So what did you do? 

SJ: I cursed your name, mentally prepared myself to get my dick sucked by a man, and took my clothes off. 

JP: *wide mouth laughing* How was the blowie? 

SJ: Thankfully, it never came. But when he pulled out what I was changing into I wasn’t sure it was any better. 

JP: You had a uniform for the evening? 

SJ: Sure. If by uniform you mean something a Roman legionnaire might wear for a sexy execution. I had a strappy loin-cloth that did not cover my loins, and this half-corset thing connected to a halter on my shoulders. 

JP: How did it feel? 

SJ: Once I got past what I was wearing and that a man dressed me in it, weirdly sexy. But then he put my hands behind my back and fastened cuffs to them and the cuffs to the back of the corset. Wasn’t feeling so sexy then. I’ve never had my hands cuffed behind my back before for any reason. Kind of a goal to keep it that way, you know? This giving up control thing didn’t come with training wheels and I hadn’t even gotten to LaideeM yet. 

JP: So you’re covered in leather, hands bound behind your back, in a dark room with another man. What happens next? 

SJ: You’re using the word “covered” very generously. I was naked with leather shoestrings wrapped around me. 

JP: Semantics. 

SJ: Says you. So Kevin then leads me naked back to the main room full of people and brings me stage center, all eyes on me, dead silence. I hear a door open and heeled footsteps approach from somewhere in the house. 

JP: Are you nervous? 

SJ: Fuck yeah I was, which is not a common feeling for me. I felt like I was starting to understand what was going on but it was still strange. But looking back, I was so completely in the moment. I wasn’t thinking about people or projects or deadlines. I was just there waiting for what was next; anticipating who the footsteps would bring. Then, emerged LaideeM and her assistant. 

JP: What was your first impression? 

SJ: She’s a woman that radiates power before she speaks. I felt kind of slack- jawed. She had a patent leather outfit basically painted on, and had to be, I 

don’t know, 6-something in the heels she had on. 

“Stunning” is an appropriate word, especially combined with her assistant. She had to be at least 6’5”, 6’7” in her heels. As they approached I was feeling far less the boss in the room. She stood right in front of me, her assistant over her shoulder, and assessed me like I do an ad setup. Then without a word she put a hand on my shoulder and shoved me to my knees. She kept me balanced so I didn’t fall on my face. That was nice. Otherwise, I didn’t really appreciate it. I shot a look up at her and— 

JP: And? 

SJ: She fucking slapped me! I wanted to be pissed, but there was something about the way that she looked at me after that made it ok. She slapped me in front of a crowd of people and it was ok. I wasn’t in control. There was nothing I could do about it. 

I think she knew I had mentally submitted. She had her assistant arrange me into various positions at her pleasure and used different…”tools”, I guess, on me. There were leather straps and a metal thing. 

JP: You’re up to date on the lingo, I see. 

SJ: *glares and continues* I’m bent over at one point, ass in the air getting flogged by this gorgeous woman and her amazon partner, and there’s just enough pain to keep me present. The sound of the smack against my skin was like cold water on my face in the morning. I felt awake and alert, but relaxed. 

She controlled me. I couldn’t look her in the eye unless she moved my head to do so. They would use their feet to move me around. Like, actually step on my shoulder and push me. Nothing I’d ever think of tolerating in my daily life. 

But the more it goes on I’m completely sinking into it. Even the crowd faded out of existence; and I’m talking I was bent over the fireplace mantle with my bare ass pointed right at them. But I didn’t care at all. I was there, but not. There was only the next strike or movement or look or object; and I wasn’t responsible for directing any of it. I only had to accept. 

JP: Was it sexual for you? 

SJ: In the beginning, not in the least. Even with how we were dressed, it was just so far from the realm of anything I’ve ever considered sexual my brain didn’t go there. Particularly, you know, when I thought I was going bi for the first time. 

*he pauses pensively* 

Thinking about how everything turned out though, maybe even that wouldn’t have been so bad. 

JP: Maybe you’ll have to find out. 

So, not initially, but you did start to get turned on? 

SJ: I did. I guess once my mind settled into the situation I could process more about it. Even though I couldn’t make eye contact I was just about head level with her assistant’s thong- clad shapely ass. LaideeM’s boots were sexy as hell. Both women smelled intoxicating. Different senses started tuning in and my body was waking up. 

LaideeM noticed and turned up the pressure. She made me lean back over the hearth of the fireplace and she squatted over me, no 

panties, just out of reach. They would punish me if I tried to taste her, but she would dip her pussy into my mouth when she decided to and other times she would grind onto my face. All of this was taking place without a word. My face was glazed when they pulled me back to my knees and she continued to fuck my face while she was standing. 

By this point, I’m definitely ready to get out of the cuffs and start fucking. That’s the obvious place to go, right? 

JP: Was it? 

SJ: No. After she had her way with me to her content she silently signaled her assistant and they returned to whatever room they came from. Kevin led me back to my things and we reversed the process from when I arrived. 

JP: And that was it? 

SJ: Almost. Apparently, Kevin was me last time. Once you participate you can become a greeter. From there you’re allowed to join the crowd, which has a party after. For the next event Kevin would be in the crowd and I was invited to be the greeter. 

JP: What did you say? 

SJ: I told him I wasn’t sure about putting leather on another naked guy. He told me that his greeter had been a woman and it was less awkward, but not much. He asked me how I was feeling about what I’d just been through. I hadn’t thought about it, but I felt unburdened. I felt clear. I felt like I could go right to sleep when I got home. 

He asked if I wanted to make that a reality for someone else. I said absolutely. He said, “then you’ll get past it just like you got past the rest.”

So I said yeah. I’m going to be LaideeM’s next greeter. Maybe I’ll actually get to meet her this time. Speaking of, how did you end up meeting her? 

JP: That’s all the time we have. Thanks for reading. 

Laidee-M will follow this Interview up with a narration of the complete sexual event very soon…

A fictionalized account by: Reggie B

Photos by Matt, Featuring Laidee-M & UnicornM on http://www.kasidie.com