OMG, What a night
OMG, I just got back from having one of *the* most intense bdsm scenes ever. For those that don't know, I'm kinky and I like pain inflicted on me. I had tons of it dumped on me just a few hours ago. Anyway, to save any and all from any number of TMI moments, I am putting the whole thing behind an LJ-cut. It doesn’t have any sexually explicit language, but it does have a few references to me being the subject of some not-so-nice things. You have been thoroughly warned.
So, after getting off work surprisingly early for a Friday, I headed over to a munch I now regularly attend. It’s a little more formal than most munches I’ve been to; they go over a lot of "community" announcements and events and do formal introductions rather than just having a "meet and greet." I was über happy because I got there semi-quickly, found a parking space *very* quickly and, upon arriving, saw that one of my friends, Puddles (not her actual name, nor scene name) from the Santa Cruz munch was also there. :::Shiny::: After I ordered, we chatted it up a bit and I found out that she had a newbie in tow and was meeting up with another mutual friend, Evil Bastard (not his actual name, nor scene name) at the local dungeon for a bit of play.
Anyway, one of the things they like to do at this munch is play Twenty Questions. The item is always a "pervertable" (an item that can be bought at a non-kink venue and used in a kinky fashion… like clothespins :::sigh::: ) and I am constantly surprised at the ingenuity of the hostesses to think of kinky things to do with common household items. Anyway, after piecing together the various clues (mineral, not granite, not plastic, smaller than a breadbox, not microwave safe, several can be inserted at once), I randomly guessed "marbles" and :::ding, ding, ding, ding, ding::: I won. The prize for winning is the item itself *plus* a free pass to a local dungeon for that night and that night only.
Puddles immediately turned to me and asked if I was doing anything that evening. I told her I wasn’t, to which she responded that I was coming with them to the dungeon. Now, when you first become a member at this dungeon, they have a policy that says all new members must attend an orientation before playing. The orientation is given at 7:30 every night before a party. A quick glance at my watch told me that it was 7:10 and time to pay the check and leave. After navigating out of the parking lot and following Puddles and the newbie through semi-heavy traffic and a few twists and turns, we arrived at the dungeon at 7:40.
At this point, my stress level was through the roof. We were late and I wasn’t sure if they were going to let us attend the orientation. Plus, I was still recovering from having to follow someone through traffic and potentially having to navigate using less than perfect directions. I also hadn’t planned on scening that night and didn’t have my "toy" bag, nor was I dressed or "prepped" properly according to my standards (I had on tighty whities instead of boxers and the last shower I had was more than seven hours prior). Why was I worried about dressing and prepping? Did I mention that I was going to bottom (receive) that night? Bottoms are usually naked when getting beat on and I have some issues about people seeing me like that.
Much of my stress abated when Puddles handed me a membership form and told me to go into the other room and pay attention to the orientation that had just started. The orientation was about 45 minutes long and didn’t cover anything I hadn’t already heard at some other time and place. This was a good thing, because my mind was having three different conversations with itself.
For those that don’t know, I wear a locked chain around my neck that symbolizes, in the kink community, that I am collared to someone. In reality, I am collared to myself, or, more specifically, collared to my anima (That’s the closest definition I could come up with. Read up on Carl Jung.) that I got in touch with through the use of an on-line persona I created back in college. It’s not a separate personality, it’s more like a feminine side that has a whole different outlook on things. "She" tends to be the more rational side whenever I put myself at risk, either emotionally or physically. This is whom I see myself collared to and this is whom I check in with whenever I’m negotiating a scene. Sufficient to say, she won all three conversations and I tuned back into reality during the start of the small tour (it’s a big space). Everyone that signed up that night, aside from myself and the newbie, left after the tour concluded. That just left my foursome and another woman, who was waiting for her partner to show up, there at the dungeon (an unusually slow night I was told later).
With the orientation, tour, membership fee and forms done with, Evil Bastard, Puddles and I hung out in the socialization area and chatted for a bit. Soon thereafter, I was told by Puddles to "get naked so we can have some fun." I took a quick trip to the bathroom and I walked out in compliance. I was told to sit on bench in front of Puddles, facing away. While she teased my back with some "light" toys, Evil Bastard worked on my chest with a crop. After a bit of this, the woman came over and negotiated with Puddles about pulling my hair (I *love* having my hair pulled). With proper permission given, I was an open target and was consentedly assaulted by these three people. I was slapped on the back, cropped on the chest, back and thighs, had my hair pulled and had the nails of all raked all over my body (and this was just a warm up).
Ack, it is late (early), I am tired and this is a good place to pause. Part two will hopefully follow tomorrow.
So, after getting off work surprisingly early for a Friday, I headed over to a munch I now regularly attend. It’s a little more formal than most munches I’ve been to; they go over a lot of "community" announcements and events and do formal introductions rather than just having a "meet and greet." I was über happy because I got there semi-quickly, found a parking space *very* quickly and, upon arriving, saw that one of my friends, Puddles (not her actual name, nor scene name) from the Santa Cruz munch was also there. :::Shiny::: After I ordered, we chatted it up a bit and I found out that she had a newbie in tow and was meeting up with another mutual friend, Evil Bastard (not his actual name, nor scene name) at the local dungeon for a bit of play.
Anyway, one of the things they like to do at this munch is play Twenty Questions. The item is always a "pervertable" (an item that can be bought at a non-kink venue and used in a kinky fashion… like clothespins :::sigh::: ) and I am constantly surprised at the ingenuity of the hostesses to think of kinky things to do with common household items. Anyway, after piecing together the various clues (mineral, not granite, not plastic, smaller than a breadbox, not microwave safe, several can be inserted at once), I randomly guessed "marbles" and :::ding, ding, ding, ding, ding::: I won. The prize for winning is the item itself *plus* a free pass to a local dungeon for that night and that night only.
Puddles immediately turned to me and asked if I was doing anything that evening. I told her I wasn’t, to which she responded that I was coming with them to the dungeon. Now, when you first become a member at this dungeon, they have a policy that says all new members must attend an orientation before playing. The orientation is given at 7:30 every night before a party. A quick glance at my watch told me that it was 7:10 and time to pay the check and leave. After navigating out of the parking lot and following Puddles and the newbie through semi-heavy traffic and a few twists and turns, we arrived at the dungeon at 7:40.
At this point, my stress level was through the roof. We were late and I wasn’t sure if they were going to let us attend the orientation. Plus, I was still recovering from having to follow someone through traffic and potentially having to navigate using less than perfect directions. I also hadn’t planned on scening that night and didn’t have my "toy" bag, nor was I dressed or "prepped" properly according to my standards (I had on tighty whities instead of boxers and the last shower I had was more than seven hours prior). Why was I worried about dressing and prepping? Did I mention that I was going to bottom (receive) that night? Bottoms are usually naked when getting beat on and I have some issues about people seeing me like that.
Much of my stress abated when Puddles handed me a membership form and told me to go into the other room and pay attention to the orientation that had just started. The orientation was about 45 minutes long and didn’t cover anything I hadn’t already heard at some other time and place. This was a good thing, because my mind was having three different conversations with itself.
For those that don’t know, I wear a locked chain around my neck that symbolizes, in the kink community, that I am collared to someone. In reality, I am collared to myself, or, more specifically, collared to my anima (That’s the closest definition I could come up with. Read up on Carl Jung.) that I got in touch with through the use of an on-line persona I created back in college. It’s not a separate personality, it’s more like a feminine side that has a whole different outlook on things. "She" tends to be the more rational side whenever I put myself at risk, either emotionally or physically. This is whom I see myself collared to and this is whom I check in with whenever I’m negotiating a scene. Sufficient to say, she won all three conversations and I tuned back into reality during the start of the small tour (it’s a big space). Everyone that signed up that night, aside from myself and the newbie, left after the tour concluded. That just left my foursome and another woman, who was waiting for her partner to show up, there at the dungeon (an unusually slow night I was told later).
With the orientation, tour, membership fee and forms done with, Evil Bastard, Puddles and I hung out in the socialization area and chatted for a bit. Soon thereafter, I was told by Puddles to "get naked so we can have some fun." I took a quick trip to the bathroom and I walked out in compliance. I was told to sit on bench in front of Puddles, facing away. While she teased my back with some "light" toys, Evil Bastard worked on my chest with a crop. After a bit of this, the woman came over and negotiated with Puddles about pulling my hair (I *love* having my hair pulled). With proper permission given, I was an open target and was consentedly assaulted by these three people. I was slapped on the back, cropped on the chest, back and thighs, had my hair pulled and had the nails of all raked all over my body (and this was just a warm up).
Ack, it is late (early), I am tired and this is a good place to pause. Part two will hopefully follow tomorrow.