Another exciting evening at the BDSM club
The D&D game got canceled, so I went out to the club and had a good time. They were having a fund-raising auction tonight, due to high bills for a new air conditioner. I didn't bid on any of the baskets or floggers, but I ended up with some lube, a vanilla warming massage lotion (is that like massage oil? I dunno), and two lots of some kind of aromatherapy oil (essential oil of marjorum and peppermint, in safflower oil with ... um, it sounded like she said ho-hos; I hope that's a thing). I only wanted one lot of the aromatherapy oil, but it was a silent auction and I'd been outbid on lot 1, so I put a bid on lot 2. Then the person who outbid me came by and marked their name off. That seemed unfair to me, but whatever. It smells nice.
After the auction I gave a back rub to creepy-guy Kyle, who seems to have really pulled his head out of his ass the last few times I've seen him. He was the passive-aggressive guy I had planned on doing 'something' with around New Year's Eve, then I got sick, and later when I saw him at the club he was an ass so I bypassed him. He's getting much better at acting calm and inoffensive.
Then I gave a massage to the Pakistani guy with the great chest hair. He had a lovely body and enjoyed it a lot, as usual. At the end, I leaned in to give him a kiss, which wasn't a first - we'd kissed before, fairly briefly. So we kiss. And he kisses back a lot. So I kiss him again, and he kisses harder. And we're kissing and he hugs me. I hug him back. There's a lot of hugging and holding and kissing going on. And he shifts under me. So I grind against him. And pretty soon we have a lot of kissing and grinding and hugging action. I decide to hell with this clothes thing and fling them off! Woo-hoo! Then back to the making out. Which starts to include some hands on genitals (we push his underwear down). He says that he can't really perform with a room full of people. I ... don't remember what I said, but I'm sure it was something like, 'I can't see them, so whatever' and went on. So we make out, hot and heavy, and the guy looks over my shoulder and says, "Hi." *I* look over my shoulder and there's a guy standing about 10 feet away staring at us, and previously unknown to me, another one is lying across the neighboring bed, absolutely fascinated by our display.
AAAAGGGHHH!
I fled to the corner and covered myself up, holding my discarded, now reclaimed, shirt over my boobs and staying low where they couldn't see the rest of me. Both guys leave immediately. Suddenly I understand why there's so rarely public sex here. It took me a while to calm down. The guy I was with was like, 'Uh, I thought you said you didn't care?' and I was, 'Yeah, that was when it was, you know, theoretical, that there were other people in existence somewhere. Not when they were over here way too close staring at me!' Well, anyway, I got dressed. One of the guys who had run off had been one I'd told earlier he was hot. His name was Ben. He was young, sexy and looked way cool. So, hey, he's interested in me? Of course, I just embarrassed us both, but ... ?
Fully dressed now, I went out and watched a gay guy dance by himself in an open area for a while. He was not terribly good at it, but fun to watch, enthusiastic and athletic. I was glad to see gay men there. I'd seen a few lesbian couples, but this was the first gay couple I was aware of. Dancer-guy's partner was dressed as a priest. I have no idea why.
Then I found Ben and apologized, and asked him for a massage. He agreed with a lot of fervor, so I thought I was all set. But first, he had to fight Cowboy. Whuh? So back out to the middle of the room, where this hairy, hulking beast of a guy named Cowboy was stripping down to his kilt, combat boots and various piercings. Ben stripped, too. They wrestled with great energy. Three out of three, Cowboy pinned him. Then they wrestled this other guy who came over and asked to join. Mini-Fight Club, but we don't talk about that.
Then Ben had to be flogged. I've mentioned before the various guys flogging women, right? I'm highly disinterested in that, but I was fascinated to see a guy get the treatment. Also, one who was young, lithe, muscular and HOT. Whoa. Now I was the one staring. Probably rudely. I interrupted my ogling to go check what was happening on a table across the room, where the hugely tall and broad gal named Kat was getting a cutting. It's like a tattoo, except only lasts a year or so. Shallow skin cuts create a scar that heals slowly over the next year or two. In the meantime, she would have this body art on her calf. It was a flower design and pretty. She showed me the rosebud she'd had put on her thigh two years before, now barely visible. Huh, that was neat. Then back to the Ben-watching. Woo!
Now that I knew what to look for, there was a definite pattern to the flogging. Starts light with a flimsy multi-tailed flogger, then moved to a heavier-duty one, then to a flexible wooden paddle, then a different light swishy one, then some kind of electric wand thingie that was apparently delivering static electricity. I don't know what happened after that, as I got distracted talking to a guy about a formal dinner party he wanted to throw in June, with the dominants fully dressed and served a four or five course meal by the naked submissives, like a big role play. That sounded really cool. We discussed meal options and table layout. He left and Ben was done. "Done" did not mean orgasm. I think it just meant, like, 'done'. The person flogging him was a man and there was nothing directly sexual about what they were up to. Except that Ben was naked.
About this time, the Pakistani guy from earlier came by to tell me that his female partner was angry about us making out earlier. Just so I knew. Well ... um ... dude! If you're not free, then do NOT make out with me! That was a very mutual encounter ... or at least I thought it was. But now on troubled reflection, was his comment about performance his way of trying to indirectly/politely tell me to back off? I'd talked to him several club visits back and he'd said his partner was perfectly fine with him getting a massage. But I hadn't discussed doing more, because at that point I hadn't planned on doing more. But now ... ? So I stewed about this. Should I apologize? Should I mark him off my list of people to ever give a massage to? Should I leave now and not come back? Ultimately, I stayed and did nothing.
After a suitable cooling off period from the flogging, Ben returned. I'd been watching that hulking guy from the earlier wrestling match (Cowboy), who had attached a chain to the steel support structure, and then wrapped his ankles with it. He could walk about ten feet from the wall and was otherwise confined. The Pakistani guy set himself up about fifteen feet out with a couple whips (what they call single tails, because there's just one long, sinuous piece of braided leather; a flogger has a bunch of strips of flogging material). Cowboy had on safety glasses and fingerless gloves, too, along with still the combat boots and kilt, but bare chested. They began a scene which the entire place lined up to watch. Hard not to, because Cowboy was loud, screaming and yelling at times, snarling and growling, hitting the walls and nearby furniture (which was quickly moved away). Provoking this behavior was the whipping by the Pakistani guy, who stayed out of range, whipping him over and over with sharp, expert motions. It obviously stung terribly. Chained-up Cowboy would struggle to reach him, snatch the whip out of his hands (which he succeeded at once), and express his cathartic defiance. Pakistani guy would dance out of range, whip always moving, snaking in to lash another painful welt into the hairy guy's skin. Wow, this was worth coming just to watch this, as it went on for most of an hour.
However, I was distracted for a good part of this. Ben came over for the massage, and I found we'd misunderstood one another. He's a submissive and allowed to play, but not to receive pleasure (apparently, receiving pain is okay) and not to do anything sexual (not that I was aiming for that). Also, he loved giving foot massages. He thought I'd asked *him* to give *me* a massage and he wouldn't let me give him one - that was not allowed by his partner/mistress/dom, who wasn't there. Okay, sure, you can give me a foot massage. I was ever so glad that I'd washed my feet thoroughly last night, after planting corn and spreading fertilizer at my dad's garden. I'd scrubbed them down good. Then today I hadn't done much but laze around, but showered, shaved and cleaned right before the club. So I wasn't embarrassed about myself.
Then I found out this wasn't just a massage ... would I allow him to suck my toes? Um ... uh ... yeah? Never had that done before ... ::few minutes later:: OMG that's awesome! Yes, I **LOVE** getting my toes sucked on, nibbled, on, chewed on, licked, tongued, breathed on, blown on, rubbed against the edges of his teeth ... whoa. Who knew? That was fantastic! And his skin was so freaking soft! And smooth! And his hair was so fine and silky! I didn't know adults had such lovely hair and skin! And have I mentioned that he was seriously HOT?
So much as I wanted to watch the show with Cowboy, I was very, very distracted. After my foot massage, I devoted full attention to the Cowboy show, which was at the end stages. The guy was tiring and Pakistani guy walked forward into his range, putting out a hand like a 'stop' signal. Cowboy batted it away a couple times, but Pakistani guy kept doing it, reaching for his chest. Cowboy grabbed his arm and yanked him forward into a bear hug, which provoked a big crowd gasp and several people to stand. Pakistani guy hugged him back and after being lifted from the floor and shaken, Pakistani guy waved off crowd members who came close to help. A moment later he was back on the floor, then summoning a chair. The fight was over. Cowboy went limp.
Aftercare was interesting. They wiped Cowboy down (Pakistani guy and some helpers), gave him water, put ointment on the worst of the whip marks (one bad one was on his face, on his cheek), and unchained him. He slowly pulled back together as people clustered around him supportively and made sure he was okay. I'd been told that every two or three months, Cowboy would ask the Pakistani guy to do something like this with him, so they had a routine. Shortly after, I left for the night.
I saw a lot tonight that wasn't actually sexual, but it was definitely adult play. It remains a fascinating and educational experience.