So here's part two of how I got into
all this.
In 1976, I was working as a public
safety dispatcher for a suburb of the city of Chicago. On the Sunday
night shift things are usually pretty quiet, you could call it
boring. In every fire station and fire dispatch center in the Chicago
area there is a mutual aid frequency available. It's only used for
contact in emergency,so it's mainly unused. Sometimes a silly moment
pops up and someone opens a microphone on the mutually frequency and
make some noise. Could be a short quote, from a cartoon or movie,
lines from the Three Stooges were very popular. Of course if anything
official were to happen all silliness stops. So on this particular
Sunday night at three in the morning a couple of my fellow public
safety professionals were trading lines from Bugs Bunny cartoons when
my phone rang. It was a dispatcher from the nearby town who decided
she would try and figure out who the goof offs were by ringing their
phones. We started into a conversation and I found out her name was
Kim, and this was her first midnight shift alone. She was bored and
trying to keep awake. So for the next hour or so we talked on our
non-tape lines. We ended our conversation when her police officers
decided to stop potential drunks. Before hanging up she asked me if
we wanted to meet at the nearby Denny's for breakfast. Unfortunately
I had to do what's called a double back, finishing my midnight shift
at 7 AM then returning for the 3 to 11 shift to work for someone who
was on vacation. She understood and said well maybe later.
The following weekend I was off. I'd
forgotten about Kim's phone call and the offer of breakfast. It was
Saturday morning and I was out running errands when I discovered that
I was close to the town Kim works in. Kim had explained to me that on
Saturdays she worked several hours of overtime substituting for the
meter maid. I figured I would drive through the area that the meter
maid normally works, see Kim and find out what she really looks like.
Long story short, I ended up saving her life that day when she got
into an altercation with another woman over parking tickets and the
other woman knew how to kick box, and got the upper hand.
After recovering from her injuries we
went on a date. During our dinner conversation the topic turned to
personal relationships, and then to fantasies. We finished our dinner
and then continued the conversation in my car parked on the lake
front in Chicago. Kim revealed to me she had,as she put it, two main
fantasies. The first, was being in uniform, or anything resembling a
uniform she loved wearing them. The second, which she was very
apprehensive about telling me, was that she was into being a damsel
in distress, and role-playing damsels in distress scenes. ( while in
uniform)
Now, I had been “into” women in
uniform for years, and had played bondage with my first wife
“Psycho”, but it was basically tie her to the bed as part of sex.
The idea of acting out a scene, playing Cops and Robbers, with this
tall, good looking blond as the Cop – and she looses! Well, that
sent my heart racing. We went to her place when she explained that
her room mate would be working, and we'd be alone until 8 am or so.
First we cuddled on the sofa, kissing and exploring each other, while
talking about things like limits, turn ons and turn offs, and that
all important “safe word” ....
When we finally got down to a story
line, I would be a burglar, Kim would “surprise” me by coming
home, and I'd return the surprise by grabbing her when she came into
the bed room. We wrestled, in spite of the fact that she was 5'10”
and could do as much damage to me, as I could to her, the role play
called for me to easily overpower her and knock her around until she
“passed out”. Then I was to tightly tie her, slap her around
while she struggled, finally “taking her” and ripping her clothes
to shreds in the process. It was really quite fun, and afterward Kim
showed me how to “properly” slap and punch her without
injury....No injury this game, I never “made contact”, and it did
nothing for her. She taught me stage fighting, and the results were
much better for both of us. Kim had taken a stunt persons school in
California before I met her, and was sharing her knowledge.
Kim was the glue that held the role
play days that followed together. Kim brought me into that circle of
friends and I got to be the bad guy to six “regulars” and over
the 1976 1989 period almost 15 other ladies who wanted to play out
fantasies. Most of the others were one timers, but some played a
couple times a year.
I was asked who chose the “playmates”
( as I call them)..Kim of course. I got to pass them for play with a
first time tied test (which a couple failed), and if I was in the
fantasy ( guys were not always in them) I had my say in it. But it
was Kim who found them and brought them to us.
Now you all need to know this was all
fun ( and no profit) no money was ever charged over the cost of
buying anything special needed for the games. The “playmates”all
made a contribution that stocked our dungeon when we started, and
everyone later brought things ( like tape, rope etc) to keep things
going.
Unless specifically asked, no photos
or videos were ever made during play days. That said, there were
photos and beta videos made by request, but none survived in my
possession. I did take some photos of Alice when we played, but the
last of those were destroyed out of respect the night before I
married my present wife. Alice was killed in a car accident near her
new home on the west coast in 1989. She had moved to a place that she
loved while we were on vacation together, found work and a house. I
was to move to be with her after completing my work on a board
setting up 9-1-1 service in the town I worked for.
Any more questions?
