Never call 911 in a BDSM emergency

“911 how may I direct your call?”  
 
I'm not sure if I should call you but I don't know who else to talk to.  
 
“We are here to help what is the situation.”  
 
My pets have just proposed that we become “OPEN” with our sessions.  
 
“Excuse me miss did you just say you're pets, as in animals?  
 
No, they are not animals they are my heart.  
 
“Please elaborate”  
 
Well she is my kitten and he is just Sam.  
 
“What is the situation?”  
 
The situation is my heart is hurting I don't understand what is going on.”  
 
“It sounds like you're having a heart attack. We will send an ambulance immediately.”  
 
My heart is attacking but I don't think it's that kind of a pain because my mind is racing as well.  
 
“Your mind? Please elaborate.”  
 
I think I'd better start from the beginning. I walked into the dungeon you see…  
 
“Please stop and explain the dungeon.”  
 
A dungeon, with walls, with chains, a bed, a Saint Andrews cross, there are some wips, there are some balls,etc…  
 
“ohh I see, please continue.”  
 
Well I walked into the dungeon and to my surprise they were ready for me.  
 
“From my understanding aren't they always supposed to be ready for you in those type of situations?”  
 
Please let me finish the story. These two were ready for me on their knees, heads bowed. I did not even expect them to be there.  Kitten lifted her head stood and went straight to me and said, “We have done a very bad thing and I think you will want to punish us.” Kitten said  
 
Knowing kitten she loves to be punished so I just took it with a grain of salt that her bad thing wasn't so bad and she just wanted a little, you know Doming.  
 
“Explain the bad thing, kitten.” I said  
 
“Well I understood that you caught Sam across the street with the other mistress and he is very, very apologetic. He's still wearing the marks and the chastity belt. But I uh" Kitten drifted off looking at Sam for support.  
 
“You did what?” I said sternly  
 
“I like the way that you had those Sentinels in the room when you were claiming us there in England.  I thought it would be a good idea if we opened up a club and people could watch us. So, I put a down payment on the club that has a dungeon that has glass windows on top so they can watch us you know do our thing.” She said smiling.  
 
Normally I do not show any reaction to her whimsies. Some of them where very inventive. But the fact that she wanted to show what I do to the world, show what I do to them to the world had me a bit uneasy because…  
 
“Yes please go on. Because…"  
 
I am getting there because the things that I do may or may not arouse, it may cause thoughts of ohh shit I should get the police.  
 
“Hmm” 911 person said  
 
So I looked at Sam. Sam's head went up,as if he felt me staring. He's the one that handles the accounts.  He said it would be a viable business venture to open up a club with a dungeon and we will be making money off of the things we like to do. Now this is where the reactions started.  
 
First I broke out in a sweat because I was thinking do I really want to do this in front of people? Then my heart started pounding because I was thinking, do I want people to see what I do to my pets? Then a tremor came upon me and it was more of..  
 
“Of?” 911 person coaxing the answer.  
 
That's it. I don't know. It's the sweats , the heart palpitations, and the tremors. I need help This is why I'm calling you.  
 
[b]“ You do not need 911. What you need is 6969.”
6969?  
 
“Yes, 6969 is the number that you call if you are Mistress or Dom and you're in a bit of a bind with your pets. I did gather that they are human beings, and they are not of the animal variety. You call 6969 and they will assist you.”  
 
Ohh thank you um. I am so sorry about calling 911.  
 
“That is absolutely all right, but the next time you call with these situations we will have to send the police over to give you a citation. Since this is not an actual emergency of the body kind.”  
 
It did affect my body.  
 
“Yes it did affect your body but not on the outside it was more mental BDSM breakdown and we are not equipped to handle this kind of emergency.  You need to have a discussion with the round table.  They will tell you who you will speak to at 6969.”  
 
Thank you again and I will never call 911 in these types of situations.  
 
“Before we hang up. I do have to ask are your pets still in the dungeon?”  
 
Ohh, yes. I have Sam on the Saint Andrews and Kitten is strung up in chains in the letter X waiting for me to return. My head wasn't in the game.  
 
“Well I'll leave you to it and please be safe. Thank you for calling 911.”