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I’ll admit that I was on some level. I didn’t get to where I was in life by being unorganized. He’d claimed I was being unreasonable by asking him to do simple things like pick up after himself or run errands when I had to work late.Grrr…
Looking back, I might have been less bitter about the whole thing if he’d at least been decent in bed. Apparently, he was saving all that good loving for the side-chick.
Before I could plummet into the pits of self-loathing for being so goddam pathetic, a flyer on my windshield caught my eye.
Checking my surroundings to make sure it wasn’t some sex-trafficking setup, I pulled the paper from under my wiper and opened it.
YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED…
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Back at my penthouse, I showered and dressed for bed, then grabbed my phone along with the strange flyer and collapsed onto my plushy couch in the living room. I wasn’t tired even a little bit. I was quite nervous. Because I was contemplating on doing something that was very,verydangerous.
I dragged the soft blanket hanging over the back of the cushions onto my lap and curled up in the warmth. I opened the paper invitation and read it again.
YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO THIS YEAR’S CAPTURED AND CLAIMED PRIMAL WEEKEND RETREAT.
Congratulations on your personal invitation. If you are interested in attending, please visit our website, fill out your consent form, and use the keycode at the bottom of this invite to submit your information. We look forward to hearing from you.
The invitation showed that the retreat was coming up in a few days, starting at noon on Saturday and ending at noon on Sunday. It then listed the website address and keycode to submit my personal information.
I typed in the HTML address on my phone’s internet browser. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to give all my personal information to some random website from a flyer left on my car’s windshield?
A website popped up.
INFORMATION FOR PREDATORS—INFORMATION FOR PREY
Oh, Lord. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I clicked the PREY link.
The information was what one would expect. It outlined the registration process, explained personal liability, listed expected behaviors, and what would occur if one broke the rules, etcetera.
I offered my digital signature, promising to abide by their laws and not sue for injury in the event such occurred.
I then began checking boxes. Yes, I had health insurance. Yes, I was on birth control. No, no STDs to disclose. No, I didn’t need a ride to the address listed. Yes, I understood that this was a weekend BDSM retreat, and yes, I was willing and able to engage in BDSM activities. Yes, I would bring whatever medicines or toiletries or tools I needed because the remote location made leaving to go to the pharmacy or general store impractical. No, I had no food or insect allergies to list. Yes, I understood that I would be outside in the wilderness throughout the weekend.
Another digital signature.
CONSENT FORMS
My cursor hovered over the many boxes. The form wanted to know my hard limits. I didn’t have many. I, for the most part, would try anything once. Bright red font caught my eyes.
Click if you wish to include CNC in your Primal Weekend
Consensual Non-Consent? With a stranger?
There was something crazy titillating about intensifying the whole primal experience by participating in a CNC with some unknown Dominant. Captured then used…possibly abused? Yet still safe, sane, and consensual? Safeword protected?
I didn’t think anymore. I didn’t ponder. I ignored my anxiety, finished the last fields required, and hit the enter button.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I whispered for the hundredth time, if not the thousandth.
Digital Signature and Keycode Accepted.
You have elected to participate in CNC. Details will be sent by text the day before the start of the conference.
That was it?
That seemed slightly suspicious. The signup form for the CNC aspect of the weekend seemed so light in comparison to the first part of the registration form. Everything else seemed in line with a professional establishment except this part. Shouldn’t there be more?
