Sunday
I was all over the map yesterday. Went to the Proverts Munch and got in some nice conversation in with people I usually don't see very often. Then, instead of heading off to the Volunteer party at the dungeon, I decided to swing by the house and set a few things up for the potential crash later that night. Big mistake. A fire near the off-ramp of my exit shut down the exit and slowed traffic. I tried to be smart and go down to the next exit, unfortunately, there are a lot of smart people in San Jose. Everytime I tried to head toward my house, I hit bumper to bumper traffic (watching a light go through the full cycle and not moving is really frustrating). People as frustrated as me filled up the intersections, trying to get passed one friggin' light. So, an hour and a half later I finished a journey to my home that should have taken twenty minutes. I did a quick set up, then off to the dungeon.
When I got there, I found Evil Bastard and Puddles (a pleasant surprise) already there waiting for me. I strongly resisted the urge to drop to my knees and apologize for my tardiness. We sat and chatted for a bit and I could feel the stress and frustration draining out of me in buckets. After some more good conversation, we headed out of the social area and into the dungeon to do our scene. I won't do a full scene report here. Some of the highlights involved me cuffed and chained to one of the hanging chains that was recently put in. I had a good range of motion, so I could kind of get away from the blows if I needed to (you can't do that when you're tied to the cross). I warmed up pretty fast and was soon flying. Evil Bastard decided to add a blindfold at that point (something I've never done with a heavy beating, but always wanted to try). It was comfortable and different. I usually shut my eyes during a beating anyway, but this took away my control of that. Puddles was at my feet teasing and tickling me with a crop. Hearing a stun gun go off near me caused me to jerk a few times. (I hadn't experienced a stun gun yet.) Coming down, I was wrapped in my towel and put on a couch while Evil Bastard proceeded to clean up. When the blindfold came off, I thought I was hallucinating. I forgot that the room I was in had black lights installed, so, when I opened my eyes, certain stripes on my towel were glowing. Thoughts at the time: "Dude, how hard did you hit me?" or "I've been taken aboard the mothership." This got me giggling more so than usual and I had a nice, gentle come-down (no tears, but a few light sobs). Next, we went upstairs for a demo where Evil Bastard used "J" urethral sounds on Puddles. Never seen that and it was fucking cool. A few of the spectators were amused at the fact that I was giggling while watching this. (Usually people watching this have faces more like this @o@ , but not me, cause I know how it feels.)
After cleaning that scene up, we headed down to the social area and chatted. I giggled every now and then (not drunk of my ass, more like a really funny joke). And I got to experience the feel of a stun gun. *Sigh* It was heaven, and got me more giggly (drunk off my ass) and even a little bit twitchy. I helped clean up and said goodbyes (lots of hugs) and was about ready to leave when I got invited to IHOP for foood. (OMG, it's only 9:00 and I don't have to head right home.) I happily agreed and followed S to the place. We chatted a bit and were joined by two others from the party. I talked about life goals and relationship troubles (this is my version of therapy) and got to enjoy some really good chocolate chip pancakes.
At 11:00 I headed home and crawled into bed. Unfortunately I wasn't quite tired enough to drift off, so I pulled out one of my bedside reading books and started in on chapter two. Halfway through the chapter, my vision started to blur. When I went to rub my eyes, I found my fingers wet with tears. I closed the book, shut off the light and silently cried myself to sleep.
Today my back, arms and legs are refreshingly sore. I feel a little depressed, but that will eventually pass. It *will* pass.
When I got there, I found Evil Bastard and Puddles (a pleasant surprise) already there waiting for me. I strongly resisted the urge to drop to my knees and apologize for my tardiness. We sat and chatted for a bit and I could feel the stress and frustration draining out of me in buckets. After some more good conversation, we headed out of the social area and into the dungeon to do our scene. I won't do a full scene report here. Some of the highlights involved me cuffed and chained to one of the hanging chains that was recently put in. I had a good range of motion, so I could kind of get away from the blows if I needed to (you can't do that when you're tied to the cross). I warmed up pretty fast and was soon flying. Evil Bastard decided to add a blindfold at that point (something I've never done with a heavy beating, but always wanted to try). It was comfortable and different. I usually shut my eyes during a beating anyway, but this took away my control of that. Puddles was at my feet teasing and tickling me with a crop. Hearing a stun gun go off near me caused me to jerk a few times. (I hadn't experienced a stun gun yet.) Coming down, I was wrapped in my towel and put on a couch while Evil Bastard proceeded to clean up. When the blindfold came off, I thought I was hallucinating. I forgot that the room I was in had black lights installed, so, when I opened my eyes, certain stripes on my towel were glowing. Thoughts at the time: "Dude, how hard did you hit me?" or "I've been taken aboard the mothership." This got me giggling more so than usual and I had a nice, gentle come-down (no tears, but a few light sobs). Next, we went upstairs for a demo where Evil Bastard used "J" urethral sounds on Puddles. Never seen that and it was fucking cool. A few of the spectators were amused at the fact that I was giggling while watching this. (Usually people watching this have faces more like this @o@ , but not me, cause I know how it feels.)
After cleaning that scene up, we headed down to the social area and chatted. I giggled every now and then (not drunk of my ass, more like a really funny joke). And I got to experience the feel of a stun gun. *Sigh* It was heaven, and got me more giggly (drunk off my ass) and even a little bit twitchy. I helped clean up and said goodbyes (lots of hugs) and was about ready to leave when I got invited to IHOP for foood. (OMG, it's only 9:00 and I don't have to head right home.) I happily agreed and followed S to the place. We chatted a bit and were joined by two others from the party. I talked about life goals and relationship troubles (this is my version of therapy) and got to enjoy some really good chocolate chip pancakes.
At 11:00 I headed home and crawled into bed. Unfortunately I wasn't quite tired enough to drift off, so I pulled out one of my bedside reading books and started in on chapter two. Halfway through the chapter, my vision started to blur. When I went to rub my eyes, I found my fingers wet with tears. I closed the book, shut off the light and silently cried myself to sleep.
Today my back, arms and legs are refreshingly sore. I feel a little depressed, but that will eventually pass. It *will* pass.