Chance cards: Inannapoly
Back to the Justice Room after the festive season. Good habits take over again: I catch my breath, exchange good wishes, chat about reunions, drink a little water and Madame Inanna a lot of tea. Then it's off to the shower. Naked on my knees, I inform Madame Inanna of my state of readiness. She enters the bathroom and tells me she's had too much tea. She sits on the basin, takes my hand and pisses on it. I lick my hand clean and join her in her dungeon. I immediately see her "INANNAPOLY" game board on the cage.
Madame Inanna explains the rules and the game begins. First roll of the dice and I find myself kneeling on a corn dice... poor knees! Then another roll and I'm in a straitjacket. Well, not really my size, but Madame Inanna adapts, and my arms and hands are immobilized. Being tied up is definitely exciting.
I've often watched shibari, noting the work of the person handling the ropes, and I'm beginning to see what it feels like to be on the ropes... third blow, which I throw with my mouth: gag! I launch the next round using my feet, and thank Madame Inanna for her indulgence in putting them down. This fourth round inaugurates the hostilities: the cane. In fact, throughout the game, I've pretty much managed to fall on every square that leads me to receive cane, whip and other whips.
I've suffered a lot, screamed a lot, my ass has beautiful marks that will remain for a few days, I'm a masochist because it feels so good! In those moments when the whip bites my skin, or the cane zebrates my body, or even during that moment when the riding crop is suspended before impact, nothing exists but the camera filming for Madame (would I be a bit of an exhibitionist?), Madame Inanna, the pain and the energy I spend selflessly to manage it.
In between these impact sessions, a few giggles and I won't soon forget my dirty period and Madame Inanna's ability to adapt, who despite the absence of Nutella (note to self, should I bring a jar next time?) is able with a simple chocolate to make up my face.
I click on the slap box and the second screen shows 5. Madame Inanna sets her iPhone to film in slow motion and the slaps start falling. Just as the series ends, she realizes that she hasn't started recording. I choose to start again: Madame* must see.
The moment arrives when I draw the "choose a square" chance card. What to choose. My gaze wanders over the squares on the board and stops on the electricity square. I hesitate so much that Madame Inanna presses me. In fact, she doesn't know what I'm about to do. In the list I filled in a few months ago, this is one of my hard limits, a real fear that goes back to my childhood. But I'm confident, I feel safe.
I can see her surprise when I show her the square: later in the game, Madame Inanna will tell me that she thought I would have used my joker if the dice had taken me to that square. Except I didn't know I was entitled to a joker. As I write these lines, however, I'm wondering which square Madame Inanna thought I'd choose... But I was right, I'm glad I dared. Thank you, Madame.
A 6-minute "please" pose provides a moment of calm in this whirlwind afternoon. Then breath control games: I try to stay calm, but of course the lack of oxygen always comes up... The last square that the dice designate is face sitting. A first here too.
Laughter, pain, submission not only to Madame Inanna but also to chance through the dice... INANNAPOLY is a joyful and surprising game. And this coming weekend, I'll be reliving these intense moments with Madame by watching the videos.
*Inanna Justice note: When this submissive talks about Madame (not Madame Inanna), he's talking about his wife, who attends the sessions via videos we make together.
