Fetish Night Sunday, and Spanking / Cage Last Night
Fetish Night at Berbati's Pan was fun last Saturday. Got flogged, twice. Didn't play Monday or Tuesday, and then last night after the munch, Arecee gave me a harsh spanking bound to the massage table and then locked me in the little cage for the night.
This was my second time going to the DeaconX Fetish Night. It's been going on for many years, but it's late on a Sunday. Recently they've been promoting it more and some of us from the BDSM community are going. They've improved the dungeon, I'm told, and it's actually a small but pretty good play space. Of course, there's a lot of goth club-goers there who seem to enjoy watching. I should really write about the first time (last month), as it was the third day of an incredible weekend of play... but it's now a month old, and I didn't get permission to write from several people.
This time, there were already people playing pretty early, around 9:30pm when I arrived. The was a new St Andrew's cross, and it seemed to be in use nearly the whole time I was there. There were at least a couple people I'd planned to play with, but they were busy. Rachel was there, and even though she's a submissive bottom, she had wanted to try throwing a flogger last time and of course I volunteered. This time she had a really heavy flogger, and I asked if she wanted to give it a try. Soon the cross was free and we were playing again!
For not actually topping much, Rachel really has flogging figured out pretty well. She's really conscious about wrapping, and there was just a little this time, but not much. And that flogger really packs a punch! It's heavy, but there's also quite a bit of sting. They talked about what material it was, though I couldn't really make it out much with the loud music. Whatever it was, it was intense. She would sometimes do rhythmic, repetitive swings, probably the figure-8 style, though I couldn't see. Then she'd switch to hard blows, with quite a bit of a break between. Several times the pain would get quite intense and I found myself holding on the cross tightly, wishing my wrists were attached.
She kept it up for quite some time, and after each round I'd get a little more dizzy, then recover, then dizzy again. I kept wondering if she'd get tired, as that flogger seemed really large and heavy, but she kept going and going. One time she knew she's wrapped and came up to check on me, asking if she'd hit me somewhere. I said it was fine. She insisted I answer... maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, but it seemed she was having quite a little dominance-feeling moment? But overall, this was pretty much a pure sensation, topping practice style scene. Afterward, she was instantly back to her usual happy, submissive/bottom headspace. We talked just a bit, or rather shouted back and forth trying to hear over the loud music.
Not long afterward, as we were sitting near the play space, another women I'd never met named Blazer before introduced herself. She'd signed in on the waiver sheet and wanted to find someone willing to take a hard beating. Shw warned that's she's pretty strong and would want to hurt someone quite a bit. It was pretty clear she wasn't familiar with BDSM lingo. A couple others joined us and I volunteered to bottom for her, if Slydexia would instruct her on throwing the flogger. Before I knew it, someone had gone and told Sly and he was there with us, in his usual take-charge manner, and after a words shouted back and forth over the music, again I was at the cross getting flogged.
Sly is really good at instructing (and so many other things too!) In just a few minutes, Blazer was throwing the flogger pretty well, striking my already sore, warmed-up skin. This wasn't the same flogger... they'd showed her that really heavy one but everyone was in agreement she should use a lighter one for practicing on me.
Blazer didn't flog for quite as long, but it was still pretty intense. She only used that lighter flogger the whole time too. Afterward, we went back to the sitting area nearby. It's so hard to talk, and of course "flying" from the sensations doen't make conversation any easier! Anyway, I mentioned how sensitive my skin would be and encouraged her to touch and try scratching (Rachel wouldn't go there... after she was done throwing, all domme/top attitude seemed to be gone!) Indeed my back was quite sensitive and it she was having fun making me shake, trying to hold still. It's not really feasible to talk much there, and after a while she was off to rejoin friends.
I wanted to play more, and there were at least two other women there I knew willing to play with me! (and another I'd really hoped to see, but didn't seem to be there) But especially when getting flogged rapidly, I'd been breathing in heavily, quickly, over and over... and I'd breathed quite a lot of smoke in. I was starting to really feel it in my throat. Coke refills are free, but there was a line at the bar to get a drink and in what seemed like forever (but probably about 10 minutes), the line didn't move at all. So I just sucked on the leftover ice from earlier. It was just before midnight when I decided to say goodbyes and head out. If it weren't for the smoke I probably would have played over and over til 2am, but better judgment won out and I decided not to push it.
Well, I'd intended to write about Arecee spanking me last night. It was rough, and rather than warmup she tied me down securely. After spanking she made me kneel on all 4's in front of the sofa and she put her legs up on my back, using me as a foot stool. Then she told me to get up and go pee. I knew what that was going to mean.
Sure enough, I came up to the edge of the bed. It's become a ritual... every night for well over a year now, that I ask for permission before getting into the bed with her. This time, I was pretty sure she was going to lock me up. At first the harsh spanking seems like she might be mad at me, but in hindsight she was probably just getting into her more dominant mood and mentally preparing herself to not have me laying by her side in the bed. She asked what I was thinking, and I replied "what you're almost certainly about to do to me". A little bit of conversation about the cage, and then sure enough, she got up, took me by the hand through the bathroom to the closet and instructed me to get inside. In moments, she was snapping the 2 padlocks onto the door, and then she wished me a good night has she turned off the light and closed the closet, and walked back to the bedroom, closing the door to the bathroom too.
It's been a long time, certainly months, since I've been locked in there all night. I'm not so used to it, being cramped up so tight. It stretches my legs in ways they don't normally, going back in after such a long break feels worse than when we've done it regularly. Indeed, my legs and knees got a bit sore, certainly stiff by the morning.
I can't tell you how incredibly long the time seems to be, laying there awake, cramped up in complete darkness and silence. I can't even see my hand right in front of my face, it's so completely pitch black dark. Of course, I turn from side to side curled up tightly, sometimes laying on my back with legs folded up in the air, resting awkwardly on the metal bars of the sides. The floor is hard but so nice and smooth (it's a plastic liner), but the sides are all rough little metal edges everywhere. Fortunately, the little blanket and tiny pillow were inside the cage and she allowed me to keep them, so I was able to get mostly covered and warm enough to drift off to sleep several times.
In the morning, she got up but didn't come into the closet. Instead, she got right into the shower. Then she went around the house, probably spending a little time on her computer. She returned to the bathroom, as I could hear, but never opening the closet door. I could hear her putting on makeup, getting ready for work. At this point, I really started to wonder what she intended for me? She'd at least have to come into the closet to get her clothes. Suddenly, I remembered her standing rule, that I'm not to say a word or make and sounds until she addresses me "good morning". It really seemed she was only a little step from the end of her morning routine, just about ready to walk out the door to work. I started to wonder if she'd set out clothes and wouldn't even be coming into the closet at all? I started remembering the sudden harshness of the spanking and it seemed such a real possibility. Would I stay quiet, not saying even a word if she were really going to leave me in?
She did come into the closet, but didn't say anything. I heard her sorting through clothes, hanging just above me. There's a board attached to the top of the cage, so nothing can hang down inside. All I could see where her bare legs in front of the cage. I could look up and see she'd already put underwear on, though seeing even that far up is a strain, as the cage, me cramped up inside, is only about 2 feet high. She left the closet for a moment, and indeed I feared for the worst. I started thinking, wondering how I'd make it in there though the day. I was already sore from being cramped up... but my bigger worry was urine. She hadn't given me the plastic urinal bottle, and I was fine all night, not having drank anything since a beer much earlier in the evening at the munch. But I wouldn't be able to make it all day. And not being allowed to speak, how could I let her know I'd at least need to pee? Was she even aware of this, I wondered, if that was her plan, to leave me in all day?
Luckily, that wasn't her plan. She returned to the closet soon, welcomed me good morning, and let me out. She even lay with me on the bed for several minutes. It so nice, laying together. Also, it's moments like that I appreciate how very large and soft the bed is, and how nicely and adequately the blanket can cover me! In moments she was out the door and I fell fast asleep for a few more hours, catching up on that sleep missed laying there cramped up so tightly in the dark.
This was my second time going to the DeaconX Fetish Night. It's been going on for many years, but it's late on a Sunday. Recently they've been promoting it more and some of us from the BDSM community are going. They've improved the dungeon, I'm told, and it's actually a small but pretty good play space. Of course, there's a lot of goth club-goers there who seem to enjoy watching. I should really write about the first time (last month), as it was the third day of an incredible weekend of play... but it's now a month old, and I didn't get permission to write from several people.
This time, there were already people playing pretty early, around 9:30pm when I arrived. The was a new St Andrew's cross, and it seemed to be in use nearly the whole time I was there. There were at least a couple people I'd planned to play with, but they were busy. Rachel was there, and even though she's a submissive bottom, she had wanted to try throwing a flogger last time and of course I volunteered. This time she had a really heavy flogger, and I asked if she wanted to give it a try. Soon the cross was free and we were playing again!
For not actually topping much, Rachel really has flogging figured out pretty well. She's really conscious about wrapping, and there was just a little this time, but not much. And that flogger really packs a punch! It's heavy, but there's also quite a bit of sting. They talked about what material it was, though I couldn't really make it out much with the loud music. Whatever it was, it was intense. She would sometimes do rhythmic, repetitive swings, probably the figure-8 style, though I couldn't see. Then she'd switch to hard blows, with quite a bit of a break between. Several times the pain would get quite intense and I found myself holding on the cross tightly, wishing my wrists were attached.
She kept it up for quite some time, and after each round I'd get a little more dizzy, then recover, then dizzy again. I kept wondering if she'd get tired, as that flogger seemed really large and heavy, but she kept going and going. One time she knew she's wrapped and came up to check on me, asking if she'd hit me somewhere. I said it was fine. She insisted I answer... maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, but it seemed she was having quite a little dominance-feeling moment? But overall, this was pretty much a pure sensation, topping practice style scene. Afterward, she was instantly back to her usual happy, submissive/bottom headspace. We talked just a bit, or rather shouted back and forth trying to hear over the loud music.
Not long afterward, as we were sitting near the play space, another women I'd never met named Blazer before introduced herself. She'd signed in on the waiver sheet and wanted to find someone willing to take a hard beating. Shw warned that's she's pretty strong and would want to hurt someone quite a bit. It was pretty clear she wasn't familiar with BDSM lingo. A couple others joined us and I volunteered to bottom for her, if Slydexia would instruct her on throwing the flogger. Before I knew it, someone had gone and told Sly and he was there with us, in his usual take-charge manner, and after a words shouted back and forth over the music, again I was at the cross getting flogged.
Sly is really good at instructing (and so many other things too!) In just a few minutes, Blazer was throwing the flogger pretty well, striking my already sore, warmed-up skin. This wasn't the same flogger... they'd showed her that really heavy one but everyone was in agreement she should use a lighter one for practicing on me.
Blazer didn't flog for quite as long, but it was still pretty intense. She only used that lighter flogger the whole time too. Afterward, we went back to the sitting area nearby. It's so hard to talk, and of course "flying" from the sensations doen't make conversation any easier! Anyway, I mentioned how sensitive my skin would be and encouraged her to touch and try scratching (Rachel wouldn't go there... after she was done throwing, all domme/top attitude seemed to be gone!) Indeed my back was quite sensitive and it she was having fun making me shake, trying to hold still. It's not really feasible to talk much there, and after a while she was off to rejoin friends.
I wanted to play more, and there were at least two other women there I knew willing to play with me! (and another I'd really hoped to see, but didn't seem to be there) But especially when getting flogged rapidly, I'd been breathing in heavily, quickly, over and over... and I'd breathed quite a lot of smoke in. I was starting to really feel it in my throat. Coke refills are free, but there was a line at the bar to get a drink and in what seemed like forever (but probably about 10 minutes), the line didn't move at all. So I just sucked on the leftover ice from earlier. It was just before midnight when I decided to say goodbyes and head out. If it weren't for the smoke I probably would have played over and over til 2am, but better judgment won out and I decided not to push it.
Well, I'd intended to write about Arecee spanking me last night. It was rough, and rather than warmup she tied me down securely. After spanking she made me kneel on all 4's in front of the sofa and she put her legs up on my back, using me as a foot stool. Then she told me to get up and go pee. I knew what that was going to mean.
Sure enough, I came up to the edge of the bed. It's become a ritual... every night for well over a year now, that I ask for permission before getting into the bed with her. This time, I was pretty sure she was going to lock me up. At first the harsh spanking seems like she might be mad at me, but in hindsight she was probably just getting into her more dominant mood and mentally preparing herself to not have me laying by her side in the bed. She asked what I was thinking, and I replied "what you're almost certainly about to do to me". A little bit of conversation about the cage, and then sure enough, she got up, took me by the hand through the bathroom to the closet and instructed me to get inside. In moments, she was snapping the 2 padlocks onto the door, and then she wished me a good night has she turned off the light and closed the closet, and walked back to the bedroom, closing the door to the bathroom too.
It's been a long time, certainly months, since I've been locked in there all night. I'm not so used to it, being cramped up so tight. It stretches my legs in ways they don't normally, going back in after such a long break feels worse than when we've done it regularly. Indeed, my legs and knees got a bit sore, certainly stiff by the morning.
I can't tell you how incredibly long the time seems to be, laying there awake, cramped up in complete darkness and silence. I can't even see my hand right in front of my face, it's so completely pitch black dark. Of course, I turn from side to side curled up tightly, sometimes laying on my back with legs folded up in the air, resting awkwardly on the metal bars of the sides. The floor is hard but so nice and smooth (it's a plastic liner), but the sides are all rough little metal edges everywhere. Fortunately, the little blanket and tiny pillow were inside the cage and she allowed me to keep them, so I was able to get mostly covered and warm enough to drift off to sleep several times.
In the morning, she got up but didn't come into the closet. Instead, she got right into the shower. Then she went around the house, probably spending a little time on her computer. She returned to the bathroom, as I could hear, but never opening the closet door. I could hear her putting on makeup, getting ready for work. At this point, I really started to wonder what she intended for me? She'd at least have to come into the closet to get her clothes. Suddenly, I remembered her standing rule, that I'm not to say a word or make and sounds until she addresses me "good morning". It really seemed she was only a little step from the end of her morning routine, just about ready to walk out the door to work. I started to wonder if she'd set out clothes and wouldn't even be coming into the closet at all? I started remembering the sudden harshness of the spanking and it seemed such a real possibility. Would I stay quiet, not saying even a word if she were really going to leave me in?
She did come into the closet, but didn't say anything. I heard her sorting through clothes, hanging just above me. There's a board attached to the top of the cage, so nothing can hang down inside. All I could see where her bare legs in front of the cage. I could look up and see she'd already put underwear on, though seeing even that far up is a strain, as the cage, me cramped up inside, is only about 2 feet high. She left the closet for a moment, and indeed I feared for the worst. I started thinking, wondering how I'd make it in there though the day. I was already sore from being cramped up... but my bigger worry was urine. She hadn't given me the plastic urinal bottle, and I was fine all night, not having drank anything since a beer much earlier in the evening at the munch. But I wouldn't be able to make it all day. And not being allowed to speak, how could I let her know I'd at least need to pee? Was she even aware of this, I wondered, if that was her plan, to leave me in all day?
Luckily, that wasn't her plan. She returned to the closet soon, welcomed me good morning, and let me out. She even lay with me on the bed for several minutes. It so nice, laying together. Also, it's moments like that I appreciate how very large and soft the bed is, and how nicely and adequately the blanket can cover me! In moments she was out the door and I fell fast asleep for a few more hours, catching up on that sleep missed laying there cramped up so tightly in the dark.