At first<a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=47158&amp;pid=1229056#pid1229056">Jamie</a>had been a little apprehensive about coming to the first meeting of the High School Bondage Club. After all, as a young girl it was a little scary to think about the –wrong- types of guys that such a club could attract. But what did she have to lose? The meeting was being held at school, which was a relatively safe place. Everyone would be about her age and have limited experience with BDSM. They could all bumble around and learn together. This would be a perfect way to sort of break into an area of fantasy that intrigued her.<br/><br/>Plus she could always leave, so no big deal.<br/><br/>It came as a major relief to see at least one familiar face. She’d seen Carl around a lot in all her time painting and building sets for the drama club. She never would’ve pegged Mr. Drama and Soccer All Star to be into bondage, but to each their own. Oh and here came Jun, panting and looking a little bit frazzled! Cool! Two people that Jamie knew/was acquaintances with and both of them weren’t axe murderers. Awesome!<br/><br/>Though of course the whole ‘knowing’ people thing seemed to be a double edged sword. Carl was looking at her. She knew that look, it wasn’t the one boys gave her when they were checking out her breasts. Instead it was the look teachers gave them right before picking an unwilling victim to volunteer some information infront of the class. She held his gaze, keeping her green eyes glued to his blue, even though she was willing him to look away.<br/><br/><i>No…no! Stop looking over here. Son of a… Ohhhh Carl…I’m going to get you for this!</i>She flashed Carl ‘the look’, making it already evident that she didn’t like taking orders or liked to be picked on to go first. But she was a good girl and would play nice…plus since she was going first she’d have plenty of free time to figure out a dare to throw back at him when introductions were over.<br/><br/>“Hey guys, my name’s Jamie.” She glanced around at the group, offering a bright smile. “I’m really big into art sooo the more dramatic and visually appealing aspects of bondage interest me. I like the ideas of shibari, costumes, that kinda thing. I’ve never been a Domme or a Sub before, but I –am- kind of a top. I was hoping one of you boys could break my little aggressive streak.” Her smile tuned into a grin and she winked at Kyle, just because she had never heard a peep out of the boy before and assumed him to be shy. Might as well see if she could ruffle him up a bit.<br/><br/>She paused for a moment, trying to think of a fantasy. “Hmmm and a big fantasy of mine…I’d love to be collared and leashed and go with a Dom to a masked bondage party. Exhibitionism is a big kink of mine, but I think the anonymity of a masked party would be even hotter.” Phew. Now that that was over, all she had to do was do her dare and dish one back out.<br/><br/>Her bright eyes traveled around the room for a moment. Ah so many choices…but her green eyes finally came to rest on Kyle. He was cute and clean-shaven, perfect for her. Jamie sauntered over to the couch he sat on and eased herself down into his lap, straddling the quiet boy. “Kyle…right?” Jamie grinned when he nodded. Well good, now that they had been properly introduced… The lithe blonde leaned forward, capturing his lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. Jamie started slow, exploring his lips just to get acquainted, and when Kyle began to reciprocate, she turned up the heat. Delicate fingers found the collar of his shirt, fisting the fabric as she tugged him forward, pressing her luscious mounds firmly into his strong chest. She moaned softly before deepening the kiss, letting it become more frenzied and passionate. Her silken tongue slipped out, sneaking it’s way into Kyle’s mouth to playfully duel and battle for supremacy. Only when she could no longer breath did she pulled away, a little pink in the cheeks and panting softly, but she had a massive grin on her lips as she regarded Kyle. “Not bad.”<br/><br/>Hmmm…now for a dare. Well she was already tormenting and teasing Kyle, might as well pick on him a bit more. Not able to peg him as a submissive or a dominant, she thought she’d give him a dare that would clarify that for her. “Kyle, I want you to strip down to your underwear and you can put your clothes back on after introductions are over.” Jamie grinned as she hopped out of the boy’s lap and made her way back to her own couch, eager to see if he would squirm like a sub or sit up proud like a dom in a room full of strangers and left only in his underoos.