Sore in All the Right Spots
I've been keeping myself pretty damned busy lately.
Thursday night I went out ice-skating with a good friend from back in my NWN days who is visiting the area, followed by coffee for chatting which meant I got pretty much no sleep. I was then up at 5:30 yesterday morning to take Lliira out for a jog in a vain attempt to get back into shape. My lower legs, are so, very, sore, because of it.
Last night I went to go hang-out with Scott and get tied up. (*Le gasp!*) ...My shoulders, back, and to some extent neck, all fucking hurt.
My right shoulder seems to be very susceptible to getting strained even without my feeling it, which I need to be very mindful of in the future, because it took me a long time to work it back into it's full range of motion (much more so than the left), and even so it was sore moving in some directions. This isn't the first time this has happened, and I'm pretty sure it's always the right one that is worse off.
And it's not like the ties were all that extreme, I was pretty "comfortable" with the pose and the slight burn of discomfort in my shoulders at the time.. but not being able to lift my arms at all by their own power without 5 - 10 minutes of stretching it out, is really a bad thing.
But, besides that, I had a hell of a time. ;) I was sad when I woke up to find that the rope marks had faded.
There is a small collection of thin purplish lines along my inner thighs from a thin, switch-like toy that I found interesting with the slow, mixed hot and cold sort of burning sensations it produced. It didn't really register as pain unless I was swatted in really quick successions, it was just too interesting. The marks do not really hurt, though they were sensitive when fresh.
My ass... might have fingernail marks in it. I don't know--I don't have a mirror!
The last time I went to the salon to get waxed, I saw a different lady, who had me get up on hands and knees so she could wax my butt.. (I know, I know, apropos giggles inserted here) and in the process, pressed her hand against the back of my hip-joint... and it made me burst into giggles. (She swatted me for it, and that didn't help at ALL.) So, I told him this, and I suspect that is how I came to find myself face-down on the bed being tickled, ON MY ASS and swatted at the same time until I squirmed around in a very confused state of giggling-and-moaning at the same time. Do not ask, I am still confused. It's apparently ticklish up along the seam between my leg and ass if approached just right with a lot of pressure... enough so, that I think I am now growing bruises. If I slouch wrong, it feels a little raw.
...And, then I got bitten. Right, smack, on the top of my pubic bone. I squealed like hell to stop, had about a five-second pause, and started curling involuntarily into myself in pleasure. There's a very strange kind of feeling when your body betrays you and decides to go and enjoy something that you had NO intention (or inkling) of liking. I'm not sure how I feel about this.
This entry is sort of dry and just observational, because the truth is, I'm sort of dazed, very tired, and also just so sore all over from all of these various activities, that I don't really have the mental fortitude for more critical analysis.