Considering a Topsit in BDSM

  • This post was originally intended to poke fun at people on a particular website, but as I read it, I feel it applies to BDSM in general so I changed the title and corrected a couple of typos :)

    As always re-posted with the Author's permission. - Bear of Ar

     

    The Topsit:

    I was considering the purchase of a tospit, trying to determine through the thick peel

    just how many seeds would be contained within, when I heard a commotion.

    The man approached me through the crowd, his anger obvious. I stood and awaited his arrival.

    "You!", he cried loudly, pointing at me. "You are Tarl Cabot?!"

    "I am," I admitted. I placed the tospit back upon the pile with the others. The shopkeep, sensing trouble, removed the tray of fruit and locked the front of his stall.

    "You have done me a great dishonor!" the man in front of me screamed. "You have spoken to my slave harshly!"

    I gazed steadily at the man. I tried to recall such an incident, but failed. The effort must have been obvious on my face.

    "My slave!" he explained, waving his hands in distress. "Her name is Princess! She is allowed to lounge about here in the public square each day and comment on the passers-by! You have seen her and spoken to her!"

    I continued to appraise the man. I reached up and scratched my head, better to facilitate the thought process. I was still unable to recall the slave in question.

    "Are you thick headed, warrior?!!" the man exclaimed. "It is Princess I speak of! Everyone knows Princess! She lounges! She is the best lounger in all of Ar! She... There! On that rich, soft fur that serves to protect her priceless psyche! She deserves nothing less and I am proud to provide it for her! Everyone knows this! And you have spoken harshly to her!

    "I have?" I said, trying to continue the conversation long enough that I might recall the incident.

    "She is in tears!" the man wailed piteously. A crowd began to form around us. "She is now back at my home, on her bed, kicking her feet and screaming as her voice grows hoarse!"

    I noted the beginning of tears at the corners of the mans own eyes.

    "She has called the guard! The guard! And she has had them put me out of my home until I set this right! She will not allow me to return, nor will she feed nor bed me until this matter is settled! She is distraught! She cannot be reasoned with! She is offended! He self-worth is in tatters. Her self-esteem is shredded! She will not be denied!"

    "You are a strange little man," I replied.

    "She is Princess!" the man grabbed at my arm, desperately trying to help me recall. Suddenly, I had a thought.

    "Oh!" I exclaimed. "Do you mean the worthless bitch on the blanket who acted like a cunt to all who passed? Is that the slut you mean?"

    The man fainted before me and collapsed to the street.

    The merchant, having returned a moment before, handed me the tospit and declined to accept any payment for it.

    I continued on my way, browsing through the stalls of the market of Ar

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