<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">This is not an open group, please post only if you are invited!</span><br/><br/>"Welcome to Mountain Valley High School Bondage Club!" said<a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=47158&amp;pid=1229056#pid1229056">Carl Thomas</a>with a grin. He brushed a wayward lock of his black hair back from his eyes as he studied the group, resting against a table dressed in his typical outfit of torn jeans, a faded tee shirt and a pair of Vans.<br/><br/>It felt ridiculous to say that out loud; the absurdity of their act was evident in the title of their club. In addition, what they were doing put them at serious risk, with the teachers, their friends and the school gossip mill. But finally speaking to the select group of like-minded high school students that were lounging in front of him felt like such a relief. It took some of the edge off the anxiety that had been building in him for the last week.<br/><br/>And indeed it had been a long and stressful week since Carl had created a fake facebook profile and sent a message to all the upper class students at Mountain Valley High that advertised a new club being formed, a club to explore BDSM. That message had been the talk of the school, of course, with administrators trying fruitlessly to find out who was behind it. Carl had had to screen dozens of replies to get rid of the trolls, outraged religious types, and horny students that just wanted to fuck. The seven people that he had invited tonight had all seemed genuinely interested in BDSM. Just as importantly, they were secretive enough that they had all used anonymous emails so their identities had been a complete unknown until they had walked in one-by-one this evening after school.<br/><br/>They were in the drama club's private room near the auditorium, which Carl had a key for as one of the club's officers. The drama lounge was full of couches and coffee tables and was lit by a couple warm lamps, making it a much more comfortable meeting place than a classroom. In addition, with no production going on right now, Carl knew it was free on Mondays after class and they would be guaranteed privacy.<br/><br/>Carl glanced around at his fellow kinky club members. He had been surprised at who had come; some he was friends with, like Kyle from the soccer team, others he had been in classes or worked with, like Jamie who painted sets, others he knew by their unmissable appearance, like punk rocker Kylie, and some were quiet types, like Christi. Everyone seemed to be sizing each other up with the same surprise and curiosity.<i>These </i>were the other people in their school who shared the same curiosity for BDSM?<br/><br/>Now that they were all together, he realized how incredibly awkward this whole thing was becoming and decided he needed to break the ice quickly and weed out those who weren't serious.<br/><br/>"We are here for one reason, all of us are interested in BDSM and want to explore it. That means there will be nudity, discipline, punishment, sex acts, and full blown sex. All done with appropriate safe words for the subs. But if anyone isn't up for that, now is the time to leave," he let his words dangle in the quiet room as he scanned the eyes focused on him. But no one got up.<br/><br/>"Good, we'll meet every Monday and then everyone will get paired up for a 1x1 session sometime during the week," he said, and continued rattling off logistics like it was a model UN club. No photos, no talking to other people (first rule about HSBC is don't talk about HSBC!), respect safe words and limits, and no drama or forming exclusive relationships.<br/><br/>"Now, to get to know each other, we are going to have everyone take a turn and say who they are, what they want to explore in BDSM or a fantasy, and then they pick someone else and give them a command that they have to follow before they get to do their own intro," he said with a mischievous grin. Eyes widened and bodies shifted as his classmates realized they were going to have to do a 'dare' in front of this new group of people. A dare that was likely sexual. Carl didn't know how far things would go in front of this crowd, so he decided to start slow and have a little mechanism to make people not go too crazy. "And whoever you give a command to will get the right to give you one back after we are done intros, so keep that in mind when you make your request."<br/><br/>"I'm Carl and I got us together because I'm really turned on by BDSM. I am a dom and the idea of a girl being bound and restrained as I make her cum over and over again, until she can't even think, is probably my hottest fantasy," he said, and then glanced around the room and settled his eyes on Jamie. The artsy blonde had always intrigued him. He had wondered what kinks, if any, hid behind her feisty personality and she certainly seemed to be acting different her senior year. More confident. He smiled at the realization she had been hiding the same fetishes he had. "Jamie, I want you to pick someone in the room and make out with them for a minute, as passionately as you can."