Fire and Paddles
Fabulous weekend. For a week that developed so dismally, my ween ended with a most wonderful Bang! I spent Wednesday, Thursday and Friday with an aweful cold that put in bed for two days. I knoew finn was coming to New York and I was excited to have andrew with us. Andrew disappointed me but I’ll rant about that later. I don’t want to allow him to dampen what was a great end for the week. I woke up Saturday feeling much better. Still coughing and sniffing but at least I no longer felt like the grim reaper was coming for me.
It was up to me whether we would go to Paddles or not. Finn would have just hung out if that’s what I wanted. Once I realized I was really going to be better, I started gearing up for a night at Paddles. I send Michael, owner of Paddles an email asking him if I could light some fire. I let all those boys who constantly write me with notes like, “puhhhhleasseeee Mistress, may I serve you, I’ll do anything, blah, blah, blah?”, that I would be there and of course I didn’t see ONE of them crawling to beg for attention. Look for a presentation coming soon. I am working on one about just this subject.
I spent a great Saturday, getting My toybag together and watching Knotty Boys videos about some rope I wanted to tie. I had some ideas on variations.
I got a mani/pedi and Charles, wonderful man that he is, drove Me into the city so I didn’t have to take the train. I’m still a little unsettled about whether I can walk through Penn Station without the bomb dogs sniffing out My firebag and spending precious hours of My weekend sitting in a little room with no windows explaining, “it’s ok officer, Im just the nice sadistic Mistress next door that likes to set her boy on fire. He likes it! No really, he DOES!” I like to be on the OTHER side of the interrogation scene.
I met finn at the New Yorker, put My stuff up and we went to have dome dinner at the Tick Tock Diner since Lazzara’s Pizza isn’t open on the week. I filled him in that his brother in chans wouldn’t be joining us and we planned out the night.
He popped over to Duane reade to buy some fuel and we left for Paddles. It was also a TES Party so I knew it would be a little crowded between the spanking group and TES members. TES has begun the practice of having a DM at their parties so I spoke to him and we spoke to Michael who was fine with it. No floggers because they have low ceilings and Michael was worried about the sprinklers going off. Understandable so I chose the back dungeon where the floor is cement and the walls are brick. I would like to say that if someone wanted to use the stage and put fire blankets down, floggers would work just fine. Bottoms love it and it’s entertaining for the people watching. The ceilings are high there so no worries about the fire system. I hope that Michael will consider let me or other Fire players do a demo in the future.
I decided to play with finn laying on the table. There was a very intense scene going on in the corner and having been there myself, I didn’t want to blow in there and start lighting My slave on fire and ruin it for them. I decided to wait until it was over and just started quietly tieing some rope on finn and trying out the new harness tie I learned from the Knotty Boys when I was at Beat Me in Saint Louis. They are SO GOOD… and hot too. While watching JD, I experienced the first desire to be the focus of a top that I’ve felt in a LONG LONG time.
As it turned out, the intense scene in the corner was My own precious Jason. He was topping a delicious girl and I enjoyed My tie AND the scene. I finally put finn on the table and put a hood on him even if he doesn’t have much hair to protect… he he From the moment I heard the first WHOOSH of fire light up My lips curled into a smile and it grew and grew from there. I missed the fire flogger but I lived through it. The DM was hovering and talking over to the side during My scene but I got over that too. Just like Pairadox told Me, “If you play with fire, you are going to have a mishap”, I did. The fire climbed over the Kevlar and onto My fingers. I had to use the wet towel to get it out. I saw that happen to Jack in St. Louis and I did it the very same way and kept a cool head about it. That’s where great teachers come into play. I had fun with the flash cotton too and blazed a new trail down his belly. We lit his nipples on fire and that was pretty and his cock too which was entertaining. I soon worked up a fine sweat and made a new discovery, when My hand is on fire, my nail polish handles fire JUST fine. It’s three days later, I lit My hand on fire several times (on purpose of course) and I’m still admiring My pretty pink shiny nails.
We finished up the scene and I had a chance then to hug Jason. I miss him. We talked scene politics for a while and then caught a taxi back to the hotel. I was exhausted. Finn was up early for Charles to pick him up and head to the golf course for the morning. We all met later and went to Newark to Ferry Street so that we could all have a wonderful lunch at the Brazil Grill, a wonderful, reasonably priced Churrascaria with Rodezio service. We dropped finn off to catch his train and headed home.
I had a GREAT weekend which was a great end to what started off as a MISERABLE week. Yay! Thanks finn… you came through yet again….
It was up to me whether we would go to Paddles or not. Finn would have just hung out if that’s what I wanted. Once I realized I was really going to be better, I started gearing up for a night at Paddles. I send Michael, owner of Paddles an email asking him if I could light some fire. I let all those boys who constantly write me with notes like, “puhhhhleasseeee Mistress, may I serve you, I’ll do anything, blah, blah, blah?”, that I would be there and of course I didn’t see ONE of them crawling to beg for attention. Look for a presentation coming soon. I am working on one about just this subject.
I spent a great Saturday, getting My toybag together and watching Knotty Boys videos about some rope I wanted to tie. I had some ideas on variations.
I got a mani/pedi and Charles, wonderful man that he is, drove Me into the city so I didn’t have to take the train. I’m still a little unsettled about whether I can walk through Penn Station without the bomb dogs sniffing out My firebag and spending precious hours of My weekend sitting in a little room with no windows explaining, “it’s ok officer, Im just the nice sadistic Mistress next door that likes to set her boy on fire. He likes it! No really, he DOES!” I like to be on the OTHER side of the interrogation scene.
I met finn at the New Yorker, put My stuff up and we went to have dome dinner at the Tick Tock Diner since Lazzara’s Pizza isn’t open on the week. I filled him in that his brother in chans wouldn’t be joining us and we planned out the night.
He popped over to Duane reade to buy some fuel and we left for Paddles. It was also a TES Party so I knew it would be a little crowded between the spanking group and TES members. TES has begun the practice of having a DM at their parties so I spoke to him and we spoke to Michael who was fine with it. No floggers because they have low ceilings and Michael was worried about the sprinklers going off. Understandable so I chose the back dungeon where the floor is cement and the walls are brick. I would like to say that if someone wanted to use the stage and put fire blankets down, floggers would work just fine. Bottoms love it and it’s entertaining for the people watching. The ceilings are high there so no worries about the fire system. I hope that Michael will consider let me or other Fire players do a demo in the future.
I decided to play with finn laying on the table. There was a very intense scene going on in the corner and having been there myself, I didn’t want to blow in there and start lighting My slave on fire and ruin it for them. I decided to wait until it was over and just started quietly tieing some rope on finn and trying out the new harness tie I learned from the Knotty Boys when I was at Beat Me in Saint Louis. They are SO GOOD… and hot too. While watching JD, I experienced the first desire to be the focus of a top that I’ve felt in a LONG LONG time.
As it turned out, the intense scene in the corner was My own precious Jason. He was topping a delicious girl and I enjoyed My tie AND the scene. I finally put finn on the table and put a hood on him even if he doesn’t have much hair to protect… he he From the moment I heard the first WHOOSH of fire light up My lips curled into a smile and it grew and grew from there. I missed the fire flogger but I lived through it. The DM was hovering and talking over to the side during My scene but I got over that too. Just like Pairadox told Me, “If you play with fire, you are going to have a mishap”, I did. The fire climbed over the Kevlar and onto My fingers. I had to use the wet towel to get it out. I saw that happen to Jack in St. Louis and I did it the very same way and kept a cool head about it. That’s where great teachers come into play. I had fun with the flash cotton too and blazed a new trail down his belly. We lit his nipples on fire and that was pretty and his cock too which was entertaining. I soon worked up a fine sweat and made a new discovery, when My hand is on fire, my nail polish handles fire JUST fine. It’s three days later, I lit My hand on fire several times (on purpose of course) and I’m still admiring My pretty pink shiny nails.
We finished up the scene and I had a chance then to hug Jason. I miss him. We talked scene politics for a while and then caught a taxi back to the hotel. I was exhausted. Finn was up early for Charles to pick him up and head to the golf course for the morning. We all met later and went to Newark to Ferry Street so that we could all have a wonderful lunch at the Brazil Grill, a wonderful, reasonably priced Churrascaria with Rodezio service. We dropped finn off to catch his train and headed home.
I had a GREAT weekend which was a great end to what started off as a MISERABLE week. Yay! Thanks finn… you came through yet again….