My most intense scenes always seem to happen when I least expect it.
Today was no different. I went to a kink class designed for newbies. I wasn't even planning on going, except the person running it sent me an invite on FL. When I texted her, she told me that she wanted me there for food prep, a negotiation tutorial, general munch knowledge, and a potential demo bottom for those that wanted to experience the Top side of flogging. I told her as long as I could get a ride, I was game.
I rode down to the "dungeon" today (A converted automotive bay) and immediately got the food going. It brought back a lot of fond memories of doing food prep for the many dungeon parties at Edges. Once that was done, I got put on gate duty (What I lovingly call sentry duty.) until the class started. As people showed up, I had to roll the gate open, show them where they could park, and close the gate behind them. The place needs a gate sentry, otherwise customers could potentially swing by, see the gate open and wander on in (which only needed to happen once). One of my play partners was presenting and her demo bottom was very sick this morning and unable to attend, so she approached me and one of her friends if we could fill in. Both of us readily agreed and my role for that day got extended (YAY!).
Once the class got started, I wandered in, got a name tag (I was an ambassador, but I didn't get to ride on a consular ship), and found a seat in the back with the rest of the "cool kids". We tried to keep the commenting down to a minimum but were shushed a few times from an attendee in front of us. Part way into the class, Puddles and Evil Bastard came in apologizing for their tardiness. It was a bit of a surprise, but I remember seeing EB's RSVP on FL.
The class zipped through a bunch of subjects; a few of which gave me some fresh, new perspectives.
Once that was over most of us meandered out to the big bay so the dungeon could be set up for play. During that time we munched on the provided snacks and introduced ourselves. I met a lot of new and interesting people and got a chance to process some of the information I picked up in the class.
When it was time for the first presentation by my friend, PS, I quickly stripped to my boxers and joined the other demo, CY on the massage table. The presentation was on sensuality and going over how to read bottoms and use different objects do get different sensations. It was presented concurrently with a few other presentations (Kinda like small groups.) and it was a little difficult to shut out the ambient noise of the others in the dungeon. Once things got going though, I quickly found myself dropping into a submissive headspace and getting high and giggly. PS bounced between me and CY, focusing more intense sensation on me, and lighter sensation on my cohort. I'm not sure how long the class lasted, but I had a nice buzz going by the time it was called to a close. I quickly got dressed and meandered back out to the big bay to grab some more munchies and chat with friends.
EB wandered out a bit later having finished his presentation and we talked a bit. The next thing I knew, I was over by one of the lifts being told to take my jacket off and take everything out of my back pocket. I quickly complied and noticed him holding an oar-shaped paddle (The kind you'd get at a craft store and make into some sort of plaque.).
He started off lightly hitting me on the ass through my jeans, varying the speed, intensity, and target. It's a light scene and a lot of people are looking on doing the peanut gallery thing. I feed off that kind of energy and love it. The sensation quickly ramps up and I'm ordered to take my pants down. Without the protection of the jeans, the impacts hurt, but are within tolerance. EB is slowly ramping me up and edging me closer to my threshold. TS comes up and brandishes his new flashlight-stun gun combo. It zaps at 1 million volts, but the prongs are closer together. I got a little taste of it earlier in the week, so I kind of know what to expect. EB lights it off on my ass several times and gets me screaming and laughing. Stun guns hurt most when they arc to the skin (They hurt more through clothing than they do on bare skin.) and EB was doing all he could to maximize the arc. Eventually MsT comes out of the dungeon where presentations are still taking place and stands in front of me. She facetiously informs me that someone out here is making a lot of noise and presentations are being interrupted. I quickly apologize and offer that I should be punished. At that point, I think someone shouted out "Taze him in the balls." and MsT's eyes lit up (She's into CBT in a major way.). It took about ten minutes of coaxing, along with several comments and assurances from the peanut gallery to finally convince me to do it (I so wish we got that on video.). I think it was MsT's mention of how much it would make her smile. "Don't you want me to smile, Michael?" she asked in a tone only she could pull off. EB and I discussed how the shock would be administered, how he was going to get a good contact point, countdown from five and hit me on zero. I pleaded with him not to make it arc and he assured me that, if I didn't move, it shouldn't arc. I quickly shouted out that I wanted pictures and someone asked if I wanted video as well. "Oh my god, yes!" I shouted.
It took about five minutes for everyone to get set with their cameras and video. EB counted down and hit me with the stun gun on my scrotum. I yelled more out of surprise than pain, but it still hurt some. Cheers of "Again, hit him again!" came from the peanut gallery, and EB asked if he could do it again. I said sure, and he did it again. This time he held it longer (at least five seconds) and I kept whimpering, "Don't let it arc!" the whole time.
The scene came to a close shortly after. I was high as a kite and almost pushed over into tears when I saw all the support I was getting from the onlookers. I slowly and methodically pulled my boxers and pants back up and asked someone to see if there was any available seating on the couches in the dungeon. Puddles quickly rushed into the dungeon and came back out nodding affirmatively and saying "Yes." I took deliberately slow steps towards the dungeon, still a bit unsteady on my feet and staggered toward the couch. A fuzzy blanket was wrapped around me and I just lay there. MsT came in and asked if I needed aftercare, and I just nodded. Various people came in and congratulated me on a nice scene. It's a little fuzzy after that. Next thing I knew things were getting packed up and people were saying their goodbyes and leaving. I was thankful I had gotten a ride there, cause I wasn't in any shape to drive.
I rode down to the "dungeon" today (A converted automotive bay) and immediately got the food going. It brought back a lot of fond memories of doing food prep for the many dungeon parties at Edges. Once that was done, I got put on gate duty (What I lovingly call sentry duty.) until the class started. As people showed up, I had to roll the gate open, show them where they could park, and close the gate behind them. The place needs a gate sentry, otherwise customers could potentially swing by, see the gate open and wander on in (which only needed to happen once). One of my play partners was presenting and her demo bottom was very sick this morning and unable to attend, so she approached me and one of her friends if we could fill in. Both of us readily agreed and my role for that day got extended (YAY!).
Once the class got started, I wandered in, got a name tag (I was an ambassador, but I didn't get to ride on a consular ship), and found a seat in the back with the rest of the "cool kids". We tried to keep the commenting down to a minimum but were shushed a few times from an attendee in front of us. Part way into the class, Puddles and Evil Bastard came in apologizing for their tardiness. It was a bit of a surprise, but I remember seeing EB's RSVP on FL.
The class zipped through a bunch of subjects; a few of which gave me some fresh, new perspectives.
Once that was over most of us meandered out to the big bay so the dungeon could be set up for play. During that time we munched on the provided snacks and introduced ourselves. I met a lot of new and interesting people and got a chance to process some of the information I picked up in the class.
When it was time for the first presentation by my friend, PS, I quickly stripped to my boxers and joined the other demo, CY on the massage table. The presentation was on sensuality and going over how to read bottoms and use different objects do get different sensations. It was presented concurrently with a few other presentations (Kinda like small groups.) and it was a little difficult to shut out the ambient noise of the others in the dungeon. Once things got going though, I quickly found myself dropping into a submissive headspace and getting high and giggly. PS bounced between me and CY, focusing more intense sensation on me, and lighter sensation on my cohort. I'm not sure how long the class lasted, but I had a nice buzz going by the time it was called to a close. I quickly got dressed and meandered back out to the big bay to grab some more munchies and chat with friends.
EB wandered out a bit later having finished his presentation and we talked a bit. The next thing I knew, I was over by one of the lifts being told to take my jacket off and take everything out of my back pocket. I quickly complied and noticed him holding an oar-shaped paddle (The kind you'd get at a craft store and make into some sort of plaque.).
He started off lightly hitting me on the ass through my jeans, varying the speed, intensity, and target. It's a light scene and a lot of people are looking on doing the peanut gallery thing. I feed off that kind of energy and love it. The sensation quickly ramps up and I'm ordered to take my pants down. Without the protection of the jeans, the impacts hurt, but are within tolerance. EB is slowly ramping me up and edging me closer to my threshold. TS comes up and brandishes his new flashlight-stun gun combo. It zaps at 1 million volts, but the prongs are closer together. I got a little taste of it earlier in the week, so I kind of know what to expect. EB lights it off on my ass several times and gets me screaming and laughing. Stun guns hurt most when they arc to the skin (They hurt more through clothing than they do on bare skin.) and EB was doing all he could to maximize the arc. Eventually MsT comes out of the dungeon where presentations are still taking place and stands in front of me. She facetiously informs me that someone out here is making a lot of noise and presentations are being interrupted. I quickly apologize and offer that I should be punished. At that point, I think someone shouted out "Taze him in the balls." and MsT's eyes lit up (She's into CBT in a major way.). It took about ten minutes of coaxing, along with several comments and assurances from the peanut gallery to finally convince me to do it (I so wish we got that on video.). I think it was MsT's mention of how much it would make her smile. "Don't you want me to smile, Michael?" she asked in a tone only she could pull off. EB and I discussed how the shock would be administered, how he was going to get a good contact point, countdown from five and hit me on zero. I pleaded with him not to make it arc and he assured me that, if I didn't move, it shouldn't arc. I quickly shouted out that I wanted pictures and someone asked if I wanted video as well. "Oh my god, yes!" I shouted.
It took about five minutes for everyone to get set with their cameras and video. EB counted down and hit me with the stun gun on my scrotum. I yelled more out of surprise than pain, but it still hurt some. Cheers of "Again, hit him again!" came from the peanut gallery, and EB asked if he could do it again. I said sure, and he did it again. This time he held it longer (at least five seconds) and I kept whimpering, "Don't let it arc!" the whole time.
The scene came to a close shortly after. I was high as a kite and almost pushed over into tears when I saw all the support I was getting from the onlookers. I slowly and methodically pulled my boxers and pants back up and asked someone to see if there was any available seating on the couches in the dungeon. Puddles quickly rushed into the dungeon and came back out nodding affirmatively and saying "Yes." I took deliberately slow steps towards the dungeon, still a bit unsteady on my feet and staggered toward the couch. A fuzzy blanket was wrapped around me and I just lay there. MsT came in and asked if I needed aftercare, and I just nodded. Various people came in and congratulated me on a nice scene. It's a little fuzzy after that. Next thing I knew things were getting packed up and people were saying their goodbyes and leaving. I was thankful I had gotten a ride there, cause I wasn't in any shape to drive.