Back At It, More or Less
C- said, as we were having coffee last week, that she'd be open to having me top her someday. So it occurred to me that I'm out of practise for public play. While I can still swing a cat, there's a certain art to playing in a roomful of people that goes beyond what I may do in private. Bar Sinister's Femdom Night was one opportunity. Mr. Tungsten just finished three weeks of solid work, and he was eager to air himself out.
E- & J- were there. E- is enjoying the benefits of funemployment and J's new album is coming out soon. Him and his work buddies are also planning a trip to the one and only gay bar in Lancaster, CA. The Backdoor (wink-wink, nudge-nudge) is notable because it has the most out-of-date website in history, on Tripod no less. It's full of animated gifs and spelling mistakes, with the kind of colors that make any modern web designer go ape. Hel-LO mid-nineties!
Also, they serve wine coolers. ^_^
Anyway, Mr. Tungsten and I were in Purgatory which is just Bar Sinister's upstairs lounge. Even though it was nearly 11, the whole club was pretty dead. But Feenix, was there, doing a scene with the lovely Leigh Acosta. She did a pole dance later that night and I almost swooned at her athleticism and skill. She teaches at X-Polesitions where I took classes for awhile and, lemme tellya, that stuff is hard work.
Paul was also there. He's been a house dom at Sinister for the longest time, paddling whoever catches his eye and asks nicely. It was with some fondness that I heard the story of our first meeting. Back then I'd been the house domme (although unpaid for my services despite what goes on now) and he the eager sub. I'd lured him up out of the audience with a beckoning finger and a purring "here's a brave soul." Turns out he'd remembers the whole thing. But I'm not surprised. I sure as heck remember my first public scene in San Francisco.
Anyway, we hugged and shot the shit. I was waylaid on my way back to Mr. Tungsten by a very polite sub named Carlos who asked if I was one of the dommes. "Well I used to be," I allowed. He asked if I'd care to take a turn with him. Of course I asked Mr. Tungsten about it first. Turns out he was fine with it as long as I didn't get too grabbity. I was fine with that too. I barely knew the man.
I was able to use Paul's equipment. He had some nice cats hanging up on pegs near the upstairs bar. The lightest pair had finger loops instead of handles. Though unused to these, I immediately liked how they fit around my index and middle fingers. So my very cool but vanilla friends E- and J- got a firsthand look. at what I used to do every weekend years ago. I worked him over pretty well. Wumpscut's Thorns came on and the beat really inspired me. I got some applause for my troubles. A very grateful Carlos came up and introduced himself to Mr. Tungsten afterwards.
"Thank you so much," Carlos told me again. "I've just been craving that for days."
We knew how he felt and told him as much.
"That's my D," said Mr. Tungsten in the car on the way home. "Changing the world, one hide at a time."