This line of posts from Last Word Chain, the day before Christmas Eve last year, is proof that BDSMers have a sane, inventive sense of humour: - and enjoy playing around with language (the rule of the game. you know, is that each new post will start with the final word of the previous -and that some kind of story should be told or implied through the posts

(nowgirl) Now I'd like to wish you a happy holiday before I cum.

(DungeonMaster6)"Cum" she said again, assuming her Master will allow her such a pleasure. He smiled down at her wickedly. "You're such a fucking slut!" He said as his thumb and forefinger began squeezing her left nipple.

(nowgirl) Nipple...hmmm... she thought, nipple is such a hard word to begin a sentence.

(Sbbe) Sentence 107, I will not sas Master again. Sentence 108, I will not sas Master again...

(gagged_Louise) Again Master had stayed out late, and here she was on the basement mat, twisting and turning in an unforgiving hogtie, tugging angrily at the handcuffs and mmmph'ing into the 5" dildo gag that filled her mouth. Her hairdo totally disposed of, she sweated into her tank top and her panties. If Master was drunk when he came home from the club what would he put her through?

(Sbbe)Through the doorway he stepped. He hiccuped and then noticed the sub squirming on the floor.